KING HENRY VI. Duke of GLOUCESTER, Uncle to the King, and Protector. Duke of BEDFORD, Uncle to the King, and Regent of France. Cardinal BEAUFORT, Bishop of Winchester, and great Uncle to the King. Duke of EXETER, Brother to King Henry IV. Duke of SOMERSET. Young TALBOT, his Son. RICHARD PLANTAGENET, afterwards Duke of York. MORTIMER, Earl of March. Sir JOHN FALSTAFF. WOODVILE, Lieutenant of the Tower. Lord Mayor of LONDON. VERNON, of the White Rofe, or York Faction. CHARLES, Dauphin, and afterwards King of France. Duke of ALANSON. Baftard of ORLEANS. An old Shepherd, Father to Joan la Pucelle. MARGARET, Daughter to Reignier, and afterwards Queen to King Henry. JOAN LA PUCELLE, a Maid pretending to be infpir'd from Heaven, and fetting up for the Championess of France. Countess of AUVERGNE. Lords, Captains, Soldiers, Messengers, and several Attendants both on the English and French. The SCENE is partly in England, and partly in France. THE 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. Bed. UNG be the heav'ns with black, yield day to night! H Comets, importing change Brandifh your crifped treffes in the sky, of times and states, And with them fcourge the bad revolting stars His brandish'd fword did blind men with its beams; More More dazled and drove back his enemies Than mid-day fun fierce bent against their faces. Exe. We mourn in black, why mourn we not in blood? Henry is dead, and never shall revive: Upon a wooden coffin we attend; So dreadful will not be as was his fight. The battels of the Lord of hafts 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, Win. Glo'fter, whate'er we like, thou art Protector, 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'ft, Except it be to pray againft thy foes. Bed. Ceafe, cease these 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 mothers moift eyes babes fhall fuck, Our ifle be made a marish of falt tears, And none but women left to 'wail the dead! Henry Henry the Fifth! thy ghoft I invocate; SCENE II. Enter a Messenger. Paris, Guyfors, Poitiers, are all quite loft. Bed. What fay'ft thou, man, before dead Henry's Coarfer If Henry were recall'd to life again, Thefe news would caufe him once more yield the ghoft. That here you maintain fev'ral factions; One would have lingring wars with little coft; Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, VOL. V. * England's. N SCENE SCENE III. Enter to them another Meffenger. 2 Me. Lords, view these 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, [Exit. 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. Bed. Glofter, why doubt'ft thou of my forwardness? SCENE IV. Enter a Third Meffenger. 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'er-thrown. The circumftance I'll tell you more at large. The tenth of Auguft laft, this dreadful Lord Having scarce full fix thousand in his troop, His |