*** KING Henry VI. Dramatis Perfonæ. Duke of Gloucefter, Uncle to the King, and Protector. Duke of Bedford, Uncle to the King, and Regent of France. Cardinal Beauford, Bishop of Winchester, and Uncle likewife to the King. Duke of Exeter, Duke of Somerfet. Earl of Salisbury. Earl of Suffolk. Young Talbot, his Son. Richard Plantagenet, afterwards Duke of York. Sir John Faftolfe. Woodvile, Lieutenant of the Tower. Lord Mayor of London. Thomas Gargrave. Sir William Glanfdale. Sir William Lucy. Vernon, of the White Rofe, or York Faction. Charles, Dauphin, afterwards King of France. Reignier, Duke of Anjou, and Titular King of Naples. Duke of Burgundy. Duke of Alanfon. Bafard 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 setting up for the Championess of France. Fiends, attending her. Lords, Captains, Soldiers, Meffengers, and several 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. A C T I. 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. BEDFORD. TUNG be the heav'ns with black, yield day to night! HU Comets, importing change of times and states, And with them fcourge the bad revolting ftars, Glou. England ne'er had a King until his time: His brandifh'd fword did blind men with its beams; Exe. We mourn in black; why mourn we not in - blood? Henry is dead, and never fhall revive: Glou. The church? where is it? had not churchmen pray'd, His thread of life had not fo foon decay'd. Glou. Name not religon, for thou lov'ft the flesh; And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st, Except it be to pray against thy foes. Bed. Ceafe, ceafe thefe jars, and reft your minds in peace: Let's to the altar heralds, wait on us; : Inftead of gold we'll offer up our arms, Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead! Pofterity await for wretched years, When at their mother's moift eyes babes fhall fuck; * Our * Our ifle be made a Marish of falt tears, Profper this realm, keep it from civil broils, Mell. M Y honourable lords, health to you all; Of lofs, of flaughter, and difcomfiture; Guienne, Champaign, and Rheims, and Orleans, Bed. What fay'ft thou, man, before dead Henry's coarse? Speak foftly, or the lofs of thofe great towns If Henry were recall'd to life again, Thefe news would cause him once more yield the ghoft. Exe. How were they loft? what treachery was us us'd? Meff. No treachery, but want of men and money. Amongst the foldiers this is muttered, That here you maintain fev'ral factions; And, whilft a field fhould be difpatch'd and fought, you are difputing of your Generals. Our ifle be made a Marifh of falt tears, Thus it is (fays Mr. Theobald) in both the Impreffions of Mr. Pope; but upon what authority I cannet fay. All the old Copies read a Nourish: And confidering it is faid in the Line immediately preceding, that Babes fhould fuck at their Mothers moift Eyes, it feems very probable that our Author wrote a Nourice. i. e. that the whole Ifland fhould be one common Nurfe or Nourisher of Tears, &c. Was there ever fuch Nonfenfe! But he did not know that Marish is an old Word for Marsh or Fen; and therefore very Judiciously thus Corrected by Mr. Pope. One |