KING HENRY VI. Duke of Gloucester, Uncle to the King, and Protector. Duke of Bedford, Uncle to the King, and Regent of France. Cardinal BEAUFORT, Bishop of Winchester, and great Uncle to the King. CHARLES, Dauphin, and afterwards King of France. REIGNIER, Duke of Anjou, and Titular King of Naples. Duke of Burgundy. An old Shepherd, Father to JOAN LA PUCELLE. MARGARET, Daughter to REIGNIER, and afterwards Queen to K. HENRY. JOAN LA PUCELLE, a Maid pretending to be infpir'd from Heaven, and fetting up for the Championess of France. Countess of Auvergne. Lords, Captains, Soldiers, Messengers, and feveral Attendants both on the English and French. The SCENE is partly in England, and partly in France. THE THE FIRST PART OF KING HENRY VI ACT I. SCENE I. Dead March. Enter the Funeral of King Henry the Fifth, attended on by the Duke of Bedford Regent of France, the Duke of Gloucefter Protector, the Duke of Exeter, and the Earl of Warwick, the Bishop of Winchester, and the Duke of Somerfet. BEDFORD. UNG be the heav'ns with black, yield day to night! H Comets, importing change of times and states, And with them fcourge the bad revolting stars That have consented unto Henry's death! Henry the fifth, too famous to live long! Glou. England ne'er had a king until his time: His brandifh'd fword bid blind men with its beams; Than mid-day fun fierce bent against their faces. Exe. Exe. We mourn in black, why mourn we not in blood? Upon a wooden coffin we attend; The battles of the lord of hofts he fought; The church's pray'rs made him fo profperous. Glou. The church? where is it? had not churchmen pray'd, His thread of life had not fo foon decay'd. None do you like but an effeminate prince, Win. Glofter, whate'er we like, thou art protector; Thy wife is proud, fhe holdeth thee in awe, More than god, or religious churchmen, may. Glou. Name not religion, for thou lov'st the flesh, And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st, Except it be to pray against thy foes. Bed. Ceafe, cease these jars, and reft your minds in peace: Let's to the altar. Heralds, wait on us: Inftead of gold we'll offer up our arms, Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead. When at their mothers' moift eyes babes fhall fuck, And none but women left to wail the dead!— Profper Profper this realm, keep it from civil broils ! SCENE II. Enter a Messenger. Melf. My honourable lords, health to you all! Bed. What fay'ft thou, man, before dead Henry's corse? Will make him burst his lead, and rise from death. If Henry were recall'd to life again, These news would cause him once more yield the ghost. That here you maintain fev'ral factions; And, whilst a field should be despatch'd and fought, One would have ling'ring wars with little coft; Let not floth dim your honours, new begot: Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, a England's. Bed. Bed. Me they concern, regent I am of France: Give me my steeled coat, I'll fight for France. Away with these difgraceful, wailing robes! Wounds I will lend the French, instead of eyes, To weep their intermiffive miferies. SCENE III. Enter another Messenger. 2 Meff. Lords, view these letters, full of bad mifchance. France is revolted from the English quite, Except fome petty towns of no import. The dauphin Charles is crowned king in Rheims; Exe. The dauphin crowned king! all fly to him! O, whither fhall we fly from this reproach? Glou. We will not fly but to our enemies' throats. Bedford, if thou be flack, I'll fight it out. Bed. Glofter, why doubt'ft thou of my forwardness ? An army have I muster'd in my thoughts, Wherewith already France is overrun. SCENE IV. Enter a Third Meffenger. 3 Meff. My gracious lords, to add to your laments Wherewith you now bedew king Henry's hearse, I must inform you of a dismal fight Betwixt the ftout lord Talbot and the French. Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't fo? 3. Meff. O, no; wherein lord Talbot was o'erthrown: The circumftance I'll tell you more at large. The tenth of auguft laft, this dreadful lord Retiring from the fiege of Orleans, |