OF HENRY VI. ACT I. SCENE 1. Westminster-Abbey. Dead March. 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 ofEXETER, and the Earl of WARWICK; the Bishop of WINCHESTER, and the Duke of SOMERSET, Sc. Bedford. HUNG be the heavens with black, yield day to Comets, importing change of times and states, Glo. England ne'er had a king, until his time. Virtue he had, deferving to command: His brandifh'd fword did blind men with his beams; He ne'er lift up his hand, but conquered. Exe. We mourn in black; Why mourn we not in Henry is dead, and never fhall revive: [blood? Upon a wooden coffin we attend; Win. He was a king bleft of the King of kings. His thread of life had not fo foon decay'd: Glo. Name not religion, for thou lov'ft the flesh; And ne'er throughout the year to church thougo'ft, Except it be to pray against thy foes. Bed. Ceafe, cease these jars, and reft your minds in peace! Let's to the altar-Heralds, wait on us :- Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead. Pofterity, Pofterity, await for wretched years, When at their mothers' moift eyes babe's fhall fuck; And none but women left to wail the dead.- Enter a Meffenger. Me. My honourable lords, health to you all! Sad tidings bring I to you out of France, Of lofs, of flaughter, and difcomfiture: Guienne, Champaigne, Rheims, Orleans, Paris, Guyfors, Poitiers, are all quite loft. Bed. What fay'ft thou, man, before dead Henry's corfe? Speak foftly; or the lofs of thofe great towns Will make him burst his lead, and rise from death, Glo. Is Paris loft? is Roan yielded up? If Henry were recall'd to life again, Thefe news would cause him once more yield the ghoft. Exe. How were they loft? what treachery was us'd? Mel. No treachery; but want of men, and money. Among the foldiers this is muttered That here you maintain feveral factions; One would have ling'ring wars, with little cost; B Awake, Awake, awake, English nobility! Let not floth dim your honours, new-begot; Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, Thefe 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, instead of eyes, To weep their intermiffive miferies. Enter to them another Meffenger. 2 Mef. Lord, view thefe letters, full of bad mifchance. France is revolted from the English quite; [Exit. Exe. The dauphin crowned king! all fly to him! O, whither fhall we fly from this reproach? Glo. 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 forwardAn army have I mufter'd in my thoughts, [nefs? Wherewith already France is over-run. Enter a third Melenger. 3 Me. My gracious lords-to add to your la ments, Wherewith you now bedew king Henry's hearfeI must inform you of a difmal fight, Betwixt 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. Having full fcarce fix thoufand in his troop, Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durft stand him Whom |