Charles the Sixth, King of France.
The Dauphin..

Duke of Burgundy.

Conftable,

Orleans,

Rambures, French Lords.

Bourbon,

Grandpree,

Governor of Harfleur.

Mountjoy, a Herald.

Ambaffadors to the King of England.

lfabel, Queen of France.

Catherine, Daughter to the King of France.
Alice, a Lady attending on the Princess Catherine.
Hoftefs.

Lords, Meffengers, French and English Soldiers, with other Attendants.

The SCENE lyes for Part of the first Att in England, but during the rest of the Play wholly in France.

PRO

For a Mufe of Fire, that would afcend
The brighteft Heav'n of Invention,

A Kingdom for a Stage, Princes to act,
And Monarchs to behold the swelling Scene..
Then fhould the Warlike Harry, like himself,
Affume the Port of Mars, and at his Heels,
Leafht in, like Hounds, fhould Famine, Sword, and Fire
Crouch for Employments. But pardon, Gentles all,
The flat unraifed Spirit, that hath dar'd,
On this unworthy Scaffold, to bring forth
So great an Object. Can this Cock-Pit hold
The vafty Field of France? Or may we cram
Within this Wooden O, the very Caskes
That did affright the Air at Agincourt?
O Pardon; fince a crooked Figure may
Atteft in little place a Million,

And let us, Cyphers to this great Accompt,
On your imaginary Forces work.

Suppofe within the Girdle of thefe Walls.
Are now confin'd two mighty Monarchies,
Whofe high, up-reared, and abutting Fronts,
The perillous narrow Ocean parts afunder.
Piece out our Imperfections with your Thoughts:
Into a thousand Parts divide one Man,
And make imaginary Puiffance.

Think, when we talk of Horfes, that you fee them
Printing their proud Hoofs i'th' receiving Earth:
For 'tis your Thoughts that now must deck our Kings,
Carry them here and there; jumping o'er Times,
Turning th' accomplishment of many Years
Into an Hour glass; for the which fupply,
Admit me Chorus to this Hiftory;

Who Prologue-like, your humble Patience pray,
Gently to hear, kindly to judge our Play.

THE

Enter the Arch-Bishop of Canterbury, and Bishop

of Ely.

Arch-Bishop of CANTERBURY.

M

Y Lord, I'll tell you, that felf Bill is urg'd,
Which in th' eleventh Year o'th' laft
King's Reign

Was like, and had indeed againftus paft,
But that the fcambling and unquiet
time

Did pufh it out of farther Question.
Ely But how, my Lord, fhall we refift it now?
Cant. It must be thought on: If it pass against us,
We lose the better part of our Poffeffion:
For all the Temporal Lands, which Men devout
By Teftament have given to the Church,
Would they ftrip from us; being valu'd thus,

As much as would maintain, to the King's Honour,
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