My lord of Burgundy, we'll take your oath
And all the Peers, for furety of our leagues.
Then fhall I fwear to Kate, and you to me,
And may our oaths well kept, and profp'rous be!
[Exeunt.

Enter Chorus.

Thus far with rough, and all-unable, pen

3 Our bending author hath purfu'd the ftory; In little room confining mighty men,

Mangling by starts the full course of their glory,
Small time, but, in that small, most greatly liv'd
This Star of England. Fortune made his fword;
By which the world's best garden he atchiev'd,
And of it left his fon imperial lord.

Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd King
Of France and England, did this King fucceed:
Whofe ftate fo many had i' th' managing,

That they loft France, and made his England bleed: Which oft our stage hath fhown; and, for their fake, In your fair minds let this acceptance take.

3 Our BENDING author ] We should read, BLENDING author

So he fays of him jult afterwards, mangling by farts.

THE

THE

FIRST PART

O F

Η Ε Ν RY VI.

KING Henry VI.

Duke of Gloucefter, Uncle to the King, and Prote&or.

Duke of Bedford, Uncle to the King, and Regent of France. Cardinal Beauford, Bishop of Winchefter, and Uncle likewife to the King.

Duke of Exeter.
Duke of Somerfet.
Earl of Warwick.
Earl of Salisbury.
Earl of Suffolk.
Lord Talbot.

Young Talbot, his Son.

Richard Plantagenet, afterwards Duke of York.

Mortimer, Earl of March.

Sir John Faftolfe.

Woodvile, Lieutenant of the Tower.

Lord Mayor of London.

Sir Thomas Gargrave.
Sir William Glanfdale.

Sir William Lucy.

Vernon, of the White Rofe, or York Faction.

Baffet, of the Red Rofe, or Lancafter Faction.

Charles, Dauphin, and afterwards King of France.

Reignier, Duke of Anjou, and Titular King of Naples.
Duke of Burgundy.

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 her.

Lords, Captains, Soldiers, Meffengers, 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

ACTI. SCENE I

WESTMINSTER - Abbey.

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 Somerset.

H

BEDFORD.

UNG be the heav'ns with black, yield day to night!

Comets, importing change of times and ftates,

Brandish your cryftal treffes in the sky; And with them fcourge the bad revolting stars,

1 -change of times] Times for manners.

2 Brandifh your CRYSTAL treffes-] We have heard of a crystal heaven, but never of cryftal comets before. We should read, CRISTE D or crefted, i. e. treffes ftanding an end, or mounted like a crest.

VOL. IV.

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That

That have confented unto Henry's death!
Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!
England ne'er loft a King of fo much worth.

Glou. England ne'er had a King until his time:
Virtue he had, deferving to command.

His brandish'd sword did blind men with its beams;
His arms fpread wider than a Dragon's wings:
His fparkling eyes, repleat with awful fire,
More dazzled and drove back his enemies,
Than mid-day fun fierce bent against their faces.
What fhould I fay; his deeds exceed all fpeech:
He never lifted up his hand, but conquer'd.

Exe. We mourn in black; why mourn we not in blood?

Henry is dead, and never fhall revive:
Upon a wooden coffin we attend:
And death's difhonourable victory
We with our stately prefence glorifie,
Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
What? fhall we curfe the planets of mishap,
That plotted thus our glory's overthrow ?
Or fhall we think the fubtle-witted French
Conj'rers and forc'rers, that, afraid of him,
By magick verse have thus contriv'd his end?
Win. He was a King, bleft of the King of Kings.
Unto the French, the dreadful judgment-day
So dreadful will not be as was his fight.

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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 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. Glo'fter, whate'er we like, thou art Protector, And lookeft to command the Prince and realm Thy wife is proud; fhe holdeth thee in awe,

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