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1. SCENE I.

Westminster-alley, Dead march. Enter the funeral of King Henry V. ar

tented on by the Duke of Bedford, regent of France ; the Duke of Gloucester, Protettor; the Duke of Fxeter, and the Earl of Warwick, the bishop of Win

cheiter, and the Duke of Somertet, Best UNG be the heav'ns with black, yield day

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Alates,
Brandish your crelled treiles in the sky;
And with them fcourge the bad revolting Nars,
That have contented unto Henry death!
Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!
England ne'er lolt a King of to much worth.

Glou. England ne'er had a King until his time,
Virtue he had, deserving to command.
His brandith'd sword did blind men with its beams;
His arms (pread wider than a dragon's wings :
His fparkling eyes, replete with awful fire,
More dazzled and drove back his enemies,
Than mid-day fun fierce bent againit their faces.
What should I lay? his deeds exceed all speech:
He never lifted up his hand, but conquer'd.

Exe. We mourn in black; why mourn we not in Henry is dead, and never thall revive : [blood? Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; And Death's dithonourable victory We with our lately prefence glorify, Like captives bound to a triumphant car, What? Thall we curle the planets of milhap, That plotted thus our glory's overthrow ? Or thall we think the fubtle witted French Conj'rers and tore'rers, that, afraid of him, By magic verle have thus contriv'd his end ?

Ilin. He was a King, bletsd of the King of Kings. Unto the French, the dreadtul judgment-day 101.4', for Hindleiding

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So dreadful will not be as was his fight.
The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought:
The church's pray’rs made him so prosperous.

Glou. The church? where is it? had not churchmen His thread of life had not so foon decay'd., [pray'd None do

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like but an effeminate prince, Whom, like a school-boy, you may overawe.

Win. Glo'ster, whate'er we like, thou art Protector, And lookelt to coinmand the prince and realm : Thy wife is proud ; she 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'lt

, Except it be to pray against thy foes.

Bed. Cease, cease these jars, and rest your minds in Let's to the altar; heralds, wait on us;

[peace : Instead of gold we'll offer up our arms, Since arms avail not' now that Henry's dead ! Posterity await for wretched years, When at their mother's moist eyes babes shall fuck; Our isle be made a marish of falt tears, And none but women left to 'wail the dead ! Henry the Fifth ! thy ghost I invocate; Profper this realm, keep it from civil broils, Combat with adverse planets in the heavens ! A far more glorious star thy soul will make, Than Julius Cæsar, or bright-S C Ε Ν Ε ΙΙ.

Enter a Melenger. Mel. My honourable lords, health to you all; Sad tidings bring I to you out of France, Of lofs, of flaughter, and discomfeiture; Guienne, Champaign, and Rheims, and Orleans, Paris, Guysors, Poiciers, are all quite loft.

Bed. What fay'st thou, man, before dead Henry's Speak foftly, or the loss of those great towns (corse? Will make him burit his lead, and rise froin death.

Glou. Is Paris lost, and Roan yielded up?
If Henry were recall’d to life again,
These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.

Exe. How were they lost? what treachery was us’d?
Mel. No treachery, but want of men and money.

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Amongst the foldiers this is muttered,
That here you maintain several factions ;
And, whilst a field thould be dispatch'd and fought,
You are disputing of your generals.
One would have ling'ring wars with little cost;
Another would fly Twift, but wanteth wings;
A third man thinks, without expence at all,
By guileful fair words, peace may be obtain'd.
Awake, awake, English nobility!
Let not floth dim your honours, new-begot;
Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms,
Of England's coat one half is cut away,

Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.

Bed. Me they concern, Regent I am of France.
Give me my steeled coat, I'll fight for France.
Away with these diigraceful wailing robes;
Wounds I will lend the French, instead of eyes,
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their intermissive miseries *. SCENE III. Enter to them another Messenger.

2 Mel. Lords, view these letters, full of bad mifFrance is revolted from the English quite, [chance. Except foie petty towns of no import. The Dauphin Charles is crowned King in Rheims, The bastard Orleans with him is join'd: Reignier, Duke of Anjou, dotlı take his part, The Duke of Alanson flies to his side.

[Exit. Exe. The Dauphin crowned King? all fly to him? O whither shall we fly from this reproach?

Glou. We will not fly but to our enemies' throats. Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out

Bed. Glo'ster, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness? An army have I mutter'd in my thoughts, Wherewith already France is over-run.

SCENE IV. Enter a third Messenger. 3 Mel. My gracious Lords, to add to your laments. Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse, I must inform you of a dismal fight

i.e. their miferies, which have had onay a short intermission from llenry V. s deata 10 my coming amongst them. VOL. IV.

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Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.

Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? Is't so?

3 Mel. O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown. The circumstance I'll tell you more at large. The tenth of Auguit last, this dreadful Lord Retiring from the fiege of Orleans, Having scarce full fix thousand in his troop, By three and twenty thousand of the French Was roud incompassed and set upon. No leisure had he to inrank bis men. He wanted pikes to set before his archers ; Instead whereof, sharp stakes, plusk'd out of hedges, They pitched in the ground confusedly, To keep the horsemen off from breaking in. More than three hours the fight continued; Where valiant Talbot above human thought Enacted wonders with his sword and lance. Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durft stand him: Here,

there, and every where, inrage'd he few.
The French exclaim’d, “ The devil was in arms!
All the whole army stood agaz’d on him.
His soldiers, spying his undaunted fpirit,
A Talbot! Talbot! cried out amain,
And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.
Here had the conquest fully been feal'd up,
If Sir John Falstaff had not play'd the coward;
He being in the vaward, (place'd behind,
With purpose to relieve and follow them),
Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
Hence grew the gen'ral wreck and massacre;
Inclosed were they with their enemies.
A bafe Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back;
Whom all France, with her chief assembled strength,
Durit not presume to look once in the face.

Bed. Is Talbot flain then? I will slay myself,
For living idly here in pomp and ease;
Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
Unto. his dastard foe-men is betray'd.

3 Mel: O no! he lives, but is took prisoner; And Lord Scales with him, and Lord Hungerford; Most of the rest slaughter'd, or took likewise.

Bed.

Bed. His ransom there is none but I shall pay. I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne, His. crown shall be the ransom of

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friend.
Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.
Farewel, my masters, to my talk will I.
Bonefires in France forthwith I am to make,
To keep our great St. George's feast withal,
Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,
Whofe bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.
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had need : for Orleans is besiege’d; The English army is grown weak and faint; The Earl of Salisbury craveth fupply, And hardly keeps his men from mutiny, Since they so few watch such a multitude.

Exe. Remember, Lords, your oaths to Henry sworn: Either to quell the Dauphin utterly, Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.

Bed. I do remember it, and here take leave
To go about my preparation. Exit Bedford.

Glou. I'll to the Tower with all the halte I can,
To view th'artillery and ammunition;
And then I will proclaim young Henry King.

[Exit Gloucester.
Exe. To Eltham will I, where the young King is,
Being ordain'd his special governor ;
And for his safety there I'll best devise. [Exit.

Win. Each hath his place and function to attend : I am left out ; for me nothing remains. But long I will not be thus out of office, The King from Eltham I intend to send, And fit at chiefest stern of public weal. [Exit.

SCENE V. Before Orleans in France. Enter Charles, Alanson, and Reignier, marching with

a drum and soldiers. Char. Mars his true moving, ev’n as in the heav'ns, So in the earth to this day is not known. Late did he ihine upon the English fide: Now we are viciors, upon us he smiles. What towns of any moment but we have? At pleasure here we lie near Orleans : U 1 2

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