FIRST PART OF KING HENRY V I. ACT I. SCENE I-Westminster Abbey. Dead march. Corpse of King Henry the Fifth discovered, lying in state; attended on by the Dukes of Bedford, Gloster, and Exeter; the Earl of Warwick, the Bishop of Winchester, Heralds, &c. Bedford. HUNG be the heavens with black,1 yield day to night! Comets, importing change of times and states, Glo. England ne'er had a king, until his time. Virtue he had, deserving to command: His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams; (1) Alluding to our ancient stage-practice when a tragedy was to be acted. He ne'er lift up his hand, but conquered. Exe. We mourn in black; Why mourn we not in blood? Henry is dead, and never shall revive: Win. He was a king blessed of the King of kings. His thread, of life had not so soon decay'd: And lookest to command the prince, and realm. Glo. 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. Cease, cease these jars, and rest your minds in peace! Let's to the altar:-Heralds, wait on us :- (1) There was a notion long prevalent, that life might be taken away by metrical charms. When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck; Enter a Messenger. Mess. My honourable lords, health to you all! Sad tidings bring I to you out of France, Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture: Guienne, Champaigne, Rheims, Orleans, Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost. Bed. What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse? Speak softly or the loss of those great towns Will make him burst his lead, and rise from death. Glo. Is Paris lost? is Roüen 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? Mess. No treachery; but want of men and money. Among the soldiers this is muttered, That here you maintain several factions; And, whilst a field should be despatch'd and fought, One would have ling'ring wars, with little cost; Let not sloth dim your honours, new-begot: (1) Nurse was anciently so spelt. Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, These tidings would call forth her flowing tides.1 Bed. Me they concern; regent I am of France :Give me my steeled coat, I'll fight for France.Away with these disgraceful wailing robes! Wounds I will lend the French, instead of eyes, To weep their intermissive miseries.2 Enter another Messenger. 2 Mess. Lords, view these letters, full of bad France is revolted from the English quite; The dauphin Charles is crowned king in Rheims; Exe. The dauphin crowned king! all fly to him! O, whither shall we fly from this reproach? Glo. We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats: Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out. Bed. Gloster, why doubt'st thou of my forward ness? An army have I muster'd in my thoughts, Enter a third Messenger. 3 Mess. 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 stout lord Talbot and the French. Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so? 3 Mess. O, no; wherein lord Talbot was o'erthrown: The circumstance I'll tell you more at large. (1) Her, i. e. England's. (2) i. e. Their miseries which have had only a short intermission. The tenth of August last, this dreadful lord, Having full scarce six thousand in his troop, To keep the horsemen off from breaking in. Durst not presume to look once in the face. 3 Mess. 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. His ransom there is none but I shall pay : |