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KING Henry VI.
Duke of Gloucester, Uncle to the King, and Protector.
Duke of Bedford, Uncle to the King, and Regent of France.
Young Talbot, bis Son.
Richard Plantagenet, afterward, Duke of York.
Mortimer, Earl of March.
Sir John Faftolfe.
Woodvile, Lieutenant of the Tower,
Lord Mayor of London,
Sir Thomas Gargrave. “
Sir William Glansdale.
Sir William Lucy.
Vernon, of the White Rofe, or York Faction.
Baffet, of the Red Rofe, or Lancaster Faction.
Charles, Dauphin, and afterwards King of France.
Reignier, Duke of Anjou, and Titular King of Naples.
Duke of Alanfon.
Baftard of Orleans.
Governor of Paris.
Mafter Gunner of Orleans..
Boy, his Son.
An old Shepherd, Father to Joan la Pucelle.
Margaret, Daughter to Reignier, and afterwards Queen to King Henry.
Countess of Auvergne.
Joan la Pucelle, a Maid pretending to be infpir'd from Heaven, and fetting up for the Championess of France.
Fiends, attending ber
Lords, Captains, Soldiers, Messengers, and several Attendants both on the English and French.
The SCENE is partly in England, and partly in France.
The FIRST PART of (1)
King HENRY VI
A C T I.
Dead March. Enter the Funeral of King Henry the Fifth, attended on by the Duke of Bedford, Regent of France; the Duke of Gloucester, Protector; the Duke of Exeter, and the Earl of Warwick, the Bishop of Winchester, and the Duke of Somerfet.
BED FOR D.
UNG be the heav'ns with black, yield
Comets importing change of times and
Brandifh your cryftal treffes in the sky;
That have confented unto Henry's death!
(1) The first Part of K. HENRY VI.] The Hiftorical Tranfactions, contain'd in this Play, take in the Compass of above, thirty Years, I must observe, however, that our Author, in the
England ne'er loft a King of so much worth.
Glou. England ne'er had a King until his time:
His brandifh'd fword did blind men with its beams;
Exe. We mourn in black; why mourn we not in blood?
Henry is dead, and never fhall revive:
The battles of the Lord of hofts he fought;
Glou. The church? where is it? had not church-men pray'd,
His thread of life had not fo foon decay'd.
None do you like but an effeminate Prince,
Whom, like a School-boy, you may over-awe.
Win. Glofter, whate'er we like, thou art Protector. And lookeft to command the Prince and realm; Thy wife is proud; fhe holdeth thee in awe, More than God, or religious church-men may. Glou. Name not religion, for thou lov'ft the flesh;
three Parts of K, Henry VI. has not been very precife to the Date and Difpofition of his Facts; but frequently shuffled them, backwards and forwards, out of Time.
And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'ft,
Bed. Ceafe, ceafe thefe jars, and reft your minds in
Let's to the altar: heralds, wait on us;
Instead of gold we'll offer up our arms,
When at their mothers' moift eyes babes fhall fuck;
Enter a Meffenger.
Me. My honourable lords, health to you all;
Of lofs, of flaughter, and difcomfiture;
Guienne, Champaign, and Rheims, and Orleans,
Paris, Guyfors, Poitiers, are all quite loft.
Bed. What fay'ft thou, man, before dead Henry's
Speak foftly, or the lofs of thofe great towns
If Henry were recall'd to life again,
These news would caufe him once more yield the ghost,
(2) Our Ifle be made a Marish of falt Tears,] Thus it is in both the Impreffions by Mr. Pope: upon what Authority, I cannot say. All the old Copies read, a Nourish: and confidering it is faid in the Line immediately preceding, that Babes shall fuck at their Mothers moist Eyes, it seems very probable that our Author wrote, a Nourice: i. e. that the whole Ifle should be one common Nurse, or Nourisher, of Tears: and those be the Nourishment of its miferable Iffue.
That here you maintain fev'ral factions;
And, whilst a field fhould be difpatch'd and fought,
One would have lingring wars with little coft;
Let not floth dim your honours, new-begot;
Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
Enter to them another Meffenger.
2 Me. Lords, view thefe 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,
Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part,
Exe. The Dauphin crowned King? all flie to him?
O, whither fhall we fly from this reproach ?
Glou. We will not fly but to our enemies' throats.
Bed. Glofter, why doubt'ft thou of my forwardness?
Enter a third. Messenger.
3 Me. My gracious lords, to add to your laments, Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearfe, I must inform you of a difmal fight
Betwixt the ftout lord Talbot and the French.
Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't fo?