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Except it be to pray against thy foes.
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 Rouen yielded 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;
3 Our isle be made a nourish,] probably a nurse.
And, whilst a field should be despatch'd and fought,
Ere. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, These tidings would call forth her flowing tides.
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,
Enter another Messenger. 2 Mess. Lords, view these letters, full of bad
mischance, France is revolted from the English quite; Except some petty towns of no import: The Dauphin Charles is crowned king in Rheims; The bastard of Orleans with him is join'd; Reignier, duke of Anjou, doth take his part; The duke of Alençon flieth to his side.
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.
her flowing tides,] i. e. England's flowing tides.
their intermissive miseries.] i. e. their miseries, which have had only a short intermission from Henry the Fifth's death to my coming amongst them.
Bed. Gloster, why doubt'st thou of my
forwardness? An army have I muster'd in my thoughts, Wherewith already France is over-run.
Enter a third Messenger.
3 Mess. My gracious lords,—to add to your
Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?
If sir John Fastolfeo had not play'd the coward;
Bed. Is Talbot slain? 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 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 ransome there is none but I shall pay: I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne, His crown shall be the ransome of my friend ; Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours. Farewell, my masters ; to my task will I; Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make, To keep our great Saint George's feast withal : Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take, Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.
3 Mess. So you had need; for Orleans is besieg'd; The English army is grown weak and faint : The earl of Salisbury craveth supply, And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,
o If Sir John Fastolfe, &c.] For an account of this sir John Fastolfe, see Anstis's Treatise on the Order of the Garter ; Parkins's Supplement to Blomfield's History of Norfolk ; Tanner's
Bibliotheca Britannica ; or Capel's notes, Vol. II. p. 221 ; Sir John Fenn's Collection of the Paston Letters ; and Biographia Britannica, Vol. V.
Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.
Bed. I do remember it; and here take leave, To go about my preparation.
[Erit. Glo. I'll to the Tower, with all the haste I can, To view the artillery and munition; And then I will proclaim young Henry king.
Exit. Ere. To Eltham will I, where the young king is, Being ordain'd his special governor ; And for his safety there I'll best devise. [E.rit.
Win. Each hath his place and function to attend : I am left out ; for me nothing remains. But long I will not be Jack-out-of-office; The king from Eltham I intend to send, And sit at chiefest stern of publick weal.
[E.rit. Scene closes.
France. Before Orleans.
Enter Charles, with his Forces ; ALENÇON,
REIGNIER, and Others. Char. Mars his true moving, even as in the hea
vens, So in the earth, to this day is not known: Late did he shine upon the English side; Now we are victors upon us he smiles. What towns of any moment, but we have ? At pleasure here we lie, near Orleans ; Otherwhiles, the famish'd English, like pale ghosts, Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.