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Tal. Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms; My spirit can no longer bear these harms. Soldiers, adieu ! I have what I would have, Now iny old arms are young John Talbot's grave. [dies.]
Act IV. Scene VII.
Mar. What though I be enthrall'd? be seems a la And will not any way dishonour me.
Suff. Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say.
det V. Se
KING HENRY VI.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE.
the three plays comprised under the title of Henry VI. were actually composed by Shakspeare. Dr. Johnson
VERNON, of the 'White Rose, or York Fac-
BASSET, of the Red Rose, or Lancaster Fac. DUKE OF BEDFORD, Uncle to the King, and
tion. Regent of France.
CHARLES, Dauphin, and afterwards King of
REIGNIER, Duke of Anjou, and titular King
of Naples. Bishop of Winchester ; and after- DUKE OF BURGUNDY.-DUKE OP ALENÇON. wards Cardinal.
GOVERNOR OF PARIS.-BASTARD OF ORLEANS. JOAN BEAUFORT, Earl of Somerset ; after. MASTER-GUNNER OF Orleans, and his Son.; wards Duke.
GENERAL OF THE FRENCH FORCES in Bour
AN OLD SHEPHERD, Father to Joax la
wards married to King Henry.
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE.
JOAN LA PUCELLB, commonly called Joan of
Warders of the Tower, Heralds, Officers,
Soldiers, Messengers, and several Attend. WOODVILLE, Lieutenant of the Tower. ants both on the English and French.
SCENE, partly in England, and partly in France.
Comets, importing change of times and states,
Brandisb your crystal tresses in the sky;
That bave consented unto Henry's death!
Fifth discovered, lying in state ; attended England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
Glo. England ne'er had a king, until his EXETEB ; the Earl of Warwick, the Bishop
time. of WINCHESTER, Heralds, &c.
Virtue he had, deserving to command : Bed. Hung be the heavens with black, yield His brandish'd sword did blind men with his day to night!
His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings; Another would fly swift but wanteth wings ;
Let not sloth dim your honours, new-begot :
Tbese tidings would call forth ber flowing Henry is dead, and never shall revive :
tides. Upon a wooden coffin we attend;
Bed. Me they coucern ; regent I am of And death's dishonourable victory
France :We with our stately presence glorify,
Give me my steeled coat, l'll fight for France.Like captives bound to a triuinphaul car, Away with these disgraceful wailing robes ! What? shall we curse the planets of mishap, Wounds I will lend the French, instead of eyes, That plotted thus our glory's overthrow ? To weep their interinissive miseries. Or shall we think the subtle-witted French Conjurers and sorcerers, that, afraid of hin,
Enter another MESSENGER. By biagic verses have contriv'd his end ? 2 Mess. Lords, view these letters, full of Dad Win. He was a king bless'd of the King of
France is revolted from the English quite ; Unto the French the dreadful judgment day Except some petty towns of no import : So dreadful will not be, as was his fight.
The dauphin Charles is crowned king in The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought ;
Rheiins : The church's prayers made hiin so prosperous.
The bastard of Orleans with him is join'd; Glo. The church! where is it? Had not Reignier, duke of Anjou, doth take his pari; churcbmeu pray'd,
The duke of Aleucou fieth to his side. His thread of life had not so soon decay'd : Eve. The Dauphin crowned king! all by to None do you like but an effeminate prince,
biin? Whom like a school-boy you may over-awe.
O whither shall we fly from this reproach! Win, Gluster, whate'er we iike, thou art pro- Glo. We will not fiy, but to our energies' tector,
throats : And lookest to command the prince and realın, Bcdford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out Thy wife is proud ; she holdeth thee in awe, Bed. Gloster, why doubt'st thou of my iorMore than God, or religious churchmen, may:
wardness! Glo. Name not religiou, for thou lov'st the An army bave I muster'd in my thoughts flesh;
Wherewith already France is over-run. And we'er throughout the year 17 church thou go'st,
Enter a third MESSENGER. Except it be to pray against thy foes.
3 Hess. My gracious lords,-to add to your Bed. Cease, cease these jars, and rest your laments, ininds in peace!
Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's Let's to the altar :-Heralds, wait on us :
bearse, Isstead of gold, we'll offer up our arms; I must inform you of a dismal fight, Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead.- Betwixt the stout lord Talbot and the French. Posterity, dwait for wretched years, (suck ; Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame i is't When at their mothers' moist eyes babes sball
so? Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears, 3 Mess. o no ; wherein lord Talbot was o'er And none but women left to wail the dead.
thrown : Henry the fifth I thy ghost I invocate ;
The circumstance I'll tell yon more at large Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils ! Tbe tenth of August last, this dreadful lord, Combat with adverse planets in the heavens! Retiring from the siege of Orleans, A far more glorivus star thy soul will make, Having full scarce six thousand in his troop, Tban Julius Cæsar, or bright
By three and twenty thousand of the French
Was rouud encompassed and set upon :
No leisure bad be to ensank his men ; Mess. My honourable lords, health to you He wanted pikes to set before bis archers; all !
Instead whereof, sharp stakes, pluck'd out of Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
hedges, or loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture :
They pitched in the ground confusedly, Guienne, Champaigue, Rheins, Orleans, To keep the horsemen off from breaking in. Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost. More than three hours the fight continued ; Bed. What say'st thou, man,' before dead where valiant Talbot, above human thought, Henry's corse ?
Enacted wonders with his sword and lance. Speak softly; or the loss of those great towns Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand Will make him burst his lead, and rise from
Here, there, and every where, enrag'd be slew : Glo. Is Paris lost ? is Rouen yielded up ? The French exclaim'd, Tbe devil was in arms; If Henry were recall'd to life again,
All the whole army stood agaz'd on bim : Tbese news would cause him once more yield His soldiers, spying bis undaunted spirit, the ghost.
A Talbot ! a Talbot I cried out amain, Ere. How were they lost ? what treachery was And rush'd into the bowels of the battle. us'd ?
Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up, Mess. No treachery; but want of men and If Sir John Fastolie had not play'd the coward; money.
He being in the vaward, (plac'd behind, Ainong the soldiers this is muttered,
Witb purpose to relieve and follow them,) That here you maintain several factions ; Cowardly fled, not having stuck one stroke : And wbilsi a field should be despatch'd and Hence grew the general wreck and massacre ; sought,
Enclosed were they with their enemies : You are disputing of your generals.
A base Walloon, to win the Dauphiu's grace, Oue would have ling'ring wars, with little cost; Thrust Talbot with a spear into the bach;
• There was a notion long prevalent, that life might beraken away by uretrical charms.
+ Nurse wd aucieatly so spelt.
• Her, i e. England's, + 1. c. Their miseries which have had sely then Whom all France, with their chief assembled | Alurums; Excursions ; afterwards a Retreat.
strength, Darst not presume to look once in the face.
Re-enter CHARLES, ALENÇON, REIGNIER, and
others. Bed. Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself, For living idly here, in pomp and ease,
Char. Who ever saw the like ? what men have Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
1Unto his Jastard foe-inan is betray'd.
Dogs! cowards ! dastards ; - I would ne'er have 3 Mess. O no, he lives ; but is took prisoner,
fied, And lord Scales with him, and lord Hunger- But that they left me midst my enemies. ford :
Reig. Salisbury is a desperate houicide ; Most of the rest slaughter'd, or took, likewise. He fighteth as one weary of his life. Bed. His ransom there is none but I shall The other lords, like lions wanting food, pay :
Do rush upou us as their hungry prey. I'll bale the Dauphin headlong from his throne, Alen. Froissard, a countryman of our's, re. His crown shall be the ransoin of my friend;
cords, Four of their lords P'll change for one of England all olivers and Rowlands + bred, our's.
During the time Edward the third did reign. Farewell, my masters ; to my task will I; More truly now may this be veritied ; Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make, For none but Samsons and Goliasses, To keep our great Saint George's feast withal : It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten ! Ten thousand soldiers with ine I will take, Lean raw-bou'd rascals! who would e'er supWhose bloody deeds shall make all Europe
They had such courage and audacity ? 3 Mess. So you had need ; for Orleans is be- Char. Let's leave this town ; for they are hairsieg'd;
brain'd slaves, The English army is grown weak and faint : And hunger will enforce them to be more taThe earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
ger: And hardly keeps bis inen from mutiny,
of old I know them ; rather with their teeth Since they, so iew, watch such a multitude. The walls they'll tear down, than forsake the Exe. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry
siege. Sworn :
Reig. I think, by some odd gimmals 1 or de. Eitber to quell the Dauphin utterly,
vice, Or bring bim in obedience to your yoke. Their arms are set, like clocks, still to strike on;
Bed. I do remember it; and here take leave, Else ne'er could they hold out so, as they do. To go about my preparation.
[Exit. By my consent, we'll e'en let them alone. Glo. I'll to the Tower, with all the haste I Alen. Be it so.
can; To view the artillery and munition ;
Enter the BASTARD of Orleans. And then I will proclaim young Henry king. Bast. Where's the prince Dauphin, I have
news for him. Ere. To Eltham will I, where the young Char. Bastard 5 of Orleans, thrice welcome to
king is, Being ordain's his special governor;
Bast. Methinks, your looks are sad, your Aud for his safety there I'll best advise.
cheer || appallid ;
(Erit. Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence Win. Each hath his place and functiou to Be not dismay'd, for succour is at hand : attend :
A holy maid hither with me I bring, I am left out ; for me nothing remains.
Which, by a visioa sent to her from heaven, But long I will not be Jack-out-of-office ; Ordained is to raise this tedious siege, The king from Eltbam I intend to send,
And drive the Eyglish forth the bounds of Aud sit at chiefest stern of public weal.
Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome ;
What's past, and what's to come, she can
descry. Enter CHARLES, with his Forces ; ALENGON, Speak, shall I call her in ? Believe my words, REIGNIER, and others.
For they are certain and infallible.
Char. Go, call her in : [Exit BASTARD.) But, Char. Mars his true moving, even as in the
tirst, to try her skill, heavens,
Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place : So in the earth to this day is not known : Question her proudly, let thy looks be stern :Late did he shine upon the English side ; By this means shall we sound what skill she Now we are victors upon us he smiles.
[Retires. What towns of any moment, but we have ? At pleasure here we lie, near Orleans ;
Fnter LA PUCELLE, BASTARD of Orleans, and Otherwbiles, the famish'd Euglish, like pale
others. gbosts, Faiatly besiege us one hour in a month.
Reig. Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these won. Alen. They want their porridge, and their fat
d'rous feats ? bull-beeves :
Puc. Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to be. Either they must be dieted like mules,
guile meAnd have their provender tied to their mouths,
Where is the Dauphin 7-come, come from be. Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.
hind; Reig. Let's raise the siege ; Wby live we idly I know thee well, though never seen before. bere ?
Be not amaz'd, there's nothing hid from me : Talbot is taken, wbom we wont to fear : In private will I talk with thee apart :-Remaineth none but mad-brain's Salisbury; And he may well in fretting spend his gail,
• I. e. The prey for which they are hungry: Nor men, nor money, hath he to make war.
+ These were two of the most famous in Charles Char. Sound, sound alarum ; we will rush on
magne's list of peers.
1 A gimmal is a piece of jointed work, where one thern.
piece moves within another; here it is taken at larga Now for the honour of the forlorn French :- for an engine. Him I forgive my death, that killeth me,
This was not in former times a term of reproach,
1 Countenance. When he sees me go back que foot, or fly.
Shakspeare mistakes the nine Suulline books, for (Exeunt. I nige Sybils.