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Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!
England ne'er loft a King of so much worth.
Glou. England ne'er had a King until his time:
Virtue he had, deferving to command.

His brandifh'd fword 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 should I fay? his deeds exceed all speech:
He never lifted up his hand, but conquer❜d.

Exe. We mourn in black; why mourn we not in Henry is dead, and never shall revive:

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Upon a wooden coffin we attend:
And death's difhonourable victory
We with our ftately 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

has not been very precife to the Date and Difpofition of his Facts; but 1 fhuffled them, backwards and forwards, out of Time. For Inftance; The Lord Talbot is kill'd at the End of the 4th Act of this Play, who in reality did not fall till the 13th of July 1453: and the 2d Part of Henry VI. opens with the Marriage of the King, which was folemniz'd 8 Years before Talbot's Death, in the Year 1445. Again, in the zd Part, Dame Eleanor Cobham is introduc'd to infult Q. Margaret; though her Penance and Banishment for Sorcery happen'd three Years before that Princess came over to England. I could point out many other Tranfgreffions againft Hiftory, as far as the Order of Time is concern'd. Indeed, tho there are feveral Mafter-Strokes in these three Plays, which inconteftibly betray the Workmanship of Shakespeare; yet I am almoft doubtful, whether they were entirely of his Writing. And unless they were wrote by him very early, I fhou'd rather imagine them to have been brought to him as a Director of the Stage; and fo to have receiv'd fome finishing Beauties at his hand, An accurate Obferver will eafily fee, the Diction of them is more obfolete, and the Numbers more mean and profaical, than in the Generality of his genuine Compofitions.

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So dreadful will not be as was his fight.
The battels of the Lord of hosts 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. Glofter, whate'er we like, thou art Protector,
And lookeft to command the Prince and realm;
Thy wife is proud; the holdeth thee in awe,
More than God, or religious church-men, may.
Glou. Name not religion, 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, cease these jars, and reft your minds in 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,

[peace:

When at their mothers moift eyes babes fhall fuck;
Our ifle be made a nourice of falt tears, (2)
And none but women left to 'wail the dead!
Henry the Fifth! thy ghoft I invocate;
Profper this realm, keep it from civil broils,
Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!
A far more glorious ftar thy foul will make, (3)
Than Julius Cæfar, or bright-

Enter

(2) Our Ile be made a Marish of falt Tears,] Thus it is in both the Impreffions by Mr. Pope: upon what Authority, I cannot fay. All the old Copies read, a Nourish and confidering it is faid in the Line immediately preceding, that Babes fhall fuck at their Mothers moift Eyes, it feems very probable that our Author wrote, a Nourice: i. e. that the whole Ifle fhould be one common Nurse, or Nourisher, of Tears: and those be the Nourishment of its miferable Iffue. The Word, 'tis true, is purely French; but it had been adopted, long before our Author's Time, into our Tongue, and frequently used by Chaucer. (3) A far more glorious Star thy foul will make Than Julius Cæfar, or bright -] Whether this was defign'd Break of the Author's, occafion'd by the fudden and abrupt Entrance of the Meffenger; or whether the latter End of the Verfe was

loft,

Enter a Meffenger.

Meff. My honourable lords, health to you all; Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,

loft, by its not being legible to the firft Editors, is not very easy now to determine. Mr. Pope thinks (for Rhyme-fake, I fuppofe ;) that the Poet might poffibly have fill'd up the Hemistich thus ;

or bright Sir Francis Drake.

But there are more Objections than one to be made to this Conjecture. In the first place, Sir Francis Drake did not die till the Year 1595; before which time, I believe, this Play had made its Appearance. Befides, the Poet, as he mentioned the Star of Julius Cæfar, muft be fuppofed, to talk Senfe in the Close of the Verfe, to inftance in some other deified Hero, and who had the Rule likewife of a Star. Mr. Pope has attempted to be smart upon me for restoring a genuine Anachronism to our Poet; and yet is here for foifting a fictitious one upon him, which, I dare fay, the Poet never once conceiv'd in his Imagination. In all Anachronisms, as in other Licences of Poetry, this Rule ought certainly to be obferv'd; that the Poet is to have Regard to Verifimilitude. But there is no Verifimilitude, when the Anachronism glares in the Face of the common People. For this Falfhood is, like all other Falfhoods in Poetry, to be only tolerated, where the Falfhood is hid under Verifimilitude. No fober Critick ever blamed Virgil, for inftance, for making Dido ánd Eneas contemporary. (Such a Prolepfis may be juftified by the Examples of the greatest Poets of Antiquity.) But had he made Æneas mention Hamilcar, what Man in his Senfes would have thought of an Excufe for him? For the Name of Hamilcar, tho a Foreigner, was too recent in the Acquaintance of the People; as he had for five Years together infefted the Coaft of Italy; and after that, begun the fecond Punic War upon them. The Cafe of our Author differs in his mentioning Machiavel in fome of his Plays, the Action of which was earlier than that Statefman's Birth. For Machiavel was a Foreigner, whofe Age, we may suppose, the common Audience not fo well acquainted with; as being long before their time, and, indeed, very near the Time of the Action of thofe Plays. Befides, He having fo eftablish'd a Reputation, in the time of our Author, amongst the Politicians; might well be fuppos'd by thofe, who were not Chronologers, to be of much longer Standing than he was. This, therefore, was within the Rules of Licence; and if there was not Chronological Truth, there was at leaft Chronological Likelihood: without which a Poet goes out of his Jurifdiction, and comes under the Penalty of the Criticks Laws. I have only one further Remark to make upon the Topick in hand, and 'tis this: That where the Authority of all the Books makes the Poet commit a Blunder, (whofe general Character it is, not to be very exact ;) 'tis the Duty of an Editor to thew him as he is; and to detect all fraudulent tampering to make him better. But to fill up a Chafm by Conjecture, with an Anachronism that ftares Sense out of Countenance; this, with Submiffion to Mr. Pope, Nec homines, nec Dii, nec conceffere Columna.

Of lofs, of flaughter, and difcomfiture;
Guienne, Champaign, and Rheims, and Orleans,
Paris, Guyfors, Poitiers, are all quite loft.

Bed. What fay'ft thou, man, before dead Henry's coarse?

Speak foftly, or the lofs of thofe great towns

Will make him 'burft his lead, and rise from death.
Glou. Is Paris loft, and Roan yielded up?

If Henry were recall'd to life again,

These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.
Exe. How were they loft? what treachery was us'd?
Mell. No treachery, but want of men and mony.
Amongst the foldiers this is muttered;

That here you maintain fevral factions;
And whilft a field fhould be dispatch'd and fought,
You are difputing of your Generals, de
One would have fingring wars with little coft;
Another would fly fwift, 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 not floth dim your honours, new-begot;
Crop'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 their flowing tides.
Bed. Me they concern, Regent I am of France;
Give me my fteeled coat, I'll fight for France.
Away with thefe difgraceful, wailing robes;
Wounds I will lend the French, inftead of eyes,
To weep their intermiffive miseries.

Enter to them another Meffenger.

2 Meff. Lords, view thefe letters, full of bad mifchance. France is revolted from the English quite,

Except fome petty towns of no import.

The Dauphin Charles is crowned King in Rheims,
The baftard Orleans with him is join'd:
Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part,
The Duke of Alanfon flies to his fide.
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Vol. IV.

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Exe.

Exe. The Dauphin crowned King? all fly to him? O, whither fhall we fly from this reproach?

Glou. We will not fly but to our enemies throats. Bedford, if thou be flack, I'll fight it out.

Bed. Glofter, why doubt'ft thou of my forwardness? An army have I mufter'd in my thoughts, Wherewith already France is over-run.

Enter a Third Messenger.

3 Meff. My gracious lords, to add to your laments, Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearfe, I must inform you of a difmal fight

Betwixt the ftout lord Talbot and the French.

Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't fo?
3 Meff. O, no; wherein lord Talbot was o'erthrown.
The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
The tenth of August laft, this dreadful lord
Retiring from the fiege of Orleans,

Having scarce full fix thoufand in his troop,
By three and twenty thousand of the French
Was round encompaffed and fet upon.
No leifure had he to enrank his men ;
He wanted pikes to fet before his archers;
Inftead whereof, sharp stakes, pluckt out of hedges,
They pitched in the ground confusedly;

To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
More than three hours the fight continued ;
Where valiant Talbot above human thought
Enacted wonders with his fword and lance.
Hundreds he fent to hell, and none durft ftand him;
Here, there, and every where, enrag'd he flew.
The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms!
All the whole army food agaz'd on him.
His foldiers, fpying his undaunted fpirit,
A Talbot! Talbot! cried out amain,

And rufh'd into the bowels of the battel.
Here had the Conqueft fully been feal'd up,

If Sir John Faftolfe had not play'd the coward; (4)

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(4) If Sir John Falftaffe] Mr. Pope has taken Notice, in a Note upon the third Act of this Play," That Falstaffe is here introduc'd again,

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