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More than God, or religious churchmen, may.
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 :Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms; Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead.Posterity, await for wretched years, When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck; Our isle be made a nourish 3 of salt tears, And none but women left to wail the dead.Henry the fifth! thy ghost I invocate; Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils ! Combat with adverse planets in the heavens ! A far more glorious star thy soul will make, Than Julius Cæsar, or bright
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 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
maintain several factions ; And, whilst a field should be despatch'd and fought, You are disputing of your generals. One would have ling’ring wars, with little cost; Another would fly swift but wanteth wings; A third man thinks, without expence at all, By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd. Awake, awake, English nobility! Let 11ot sloth dim your honours, new-begot: Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms ; Of England's coat one half is cut away.
Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, These tidings would call forth her flowing tides. 4 Bed. Me they concern; regent I am of France:
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,5
Give me my
Enter another Messenger. 2 Mess. Lords, view these letters, full of bad
mischance, France is revolted from the English quite ;
4 Her, i. e. England's. Si. e. Their miseries which have had only a short intermission.
Except some petty towns of no import :
Exe. The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him! 0, 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
have I muster'd in my thoughts, Wherewith already France is over-run.
Enter a third Messenger.
Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?
They pitched in the ground confusedly,
Bed. Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself,
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
3 Mess. So you had need; for Orleans is besieg'd ;
Exe. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn;
Bed. I do remember it; and here take leave,
Exe. To Eltham will I, where the young king is,
[Exit. Scene closes.