'Twas in the Charterhouse of Perth, In the fair-lit Death-chapelle, That the slain King's corpse on bier was laid With chaunt and requiem-knell. And all with royal wealth of balm Was the body purified; And none could trace on the brow and lips The death that he had died. In his robes of state he lay asleep And by the crown he wore on his throne And, girls, 'twas a sweet sad thing to see As in the day of the poet's youth, From the King's crown clustered there. And if all had come to pass in the brain And the Queen sat by him night and day, All wan and pale in the widow's veil And the month of March wore nigh to its end, For she would not bury her slaughtered lord And now of their dooms dread tidings came, And of torments fierce and dire; And nought she spake,- she had ceased to speak,— But her eyes were a soul on fire. But when I told her the bitter end Of the stern and just award, She leaned o'er the bier, and thrice three times And then she said, "My King, they are dead!" And she knelt on the chapel-floor, And whispered low with a strange proud smile, Last she stood up to her queenly height, And "O James!" she said, -"My James!" she said, "Alas for the woeful thing, That a poet true and a friend of man, In desperate days of bale and ban, Should needs be born a King! KING HENRY THE SIXTH WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE death of Henry V. (1422) left the kingdom with no strong man to rule it, since the heir to the throne was an infant of nine months. The boy was carefully educated, and became both good and learned, but he lacked energy and determination. He was much influenced by his relatives, the Beauforts. Their efforts to bring the French wars to a close, even on humiliating terms, rendered them and the king hateful to the people. Discontent found expression in Jack Cade's Rebellion (1451), a popular demonstration quite as formidable as the Peasants' Revolt, and as easily quelled. When the king lapsed into imbecility (1453), the "want of governance" could no longer be endured. Even the birth of Prince Edward could not restore confidence in the House of Lancaster. London and the commons declared for Edward of York, and he was crowned king in 1461. At the battle of Towton Field, fought that same year, the Lancastrians were ruined. Henry, Queen Margaret, and the little prince found refuge in Scotland. After many vicissitudes, the unhappy Henry was murdered in the Tower. PART I. ACT I SCENE I. (Dead March. Westminster Abbey. Enter the Funeral of King Henry the Fifth, attended on by the Duke of Bedford, Regent of France; the Duke of Gloster, Protector; the Duke of Exeter, the Earl of Warwick, the Bishop of Winchester, Heralds, etc.) Bedford. Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! Comets, importing change of times and states, And with them scourge the bad revolting stars King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long! Gloster. England ne'er had a king until his time. Virtue he had, deserving to command: His brandish'd sword did blind men with his 1 beams: Than mid-day sun fierce bent against their faces. Exeter. We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood? Henry is dead and never shall revive: Upon a wooden coffin we attend, Messenger. My honourable lords, health to you all! Sad tidings bring I to you out of France, Of loss, of slaughter and discomfiture: Bedford. What say'st thou, man, before dead Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns If Henry were recall'd to life again, These news would cause him once more yield the ghost. Exeter. How were they lost? what treachery was us'd? Messenger. No treachery; but want of men and money. Amongst the soldiers this is muttered, — That here you maintain several factions, And whilst a field should be dispatch'd and fought, One would have lingering wars with little cost; By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd. Exeter. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, |