He ne'er lift up his hand, but conquered.

Exe. We mourn in black; Why mourn we not in Henry is dead, and never Thall revive : [blood ? Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; And death's dishonourable victory We with our stately presence glorify, Like captives bound to a triumphant car. What? shall we curse the planets of mishap, That plotted thus our glory's overthrow? Or shall we think the subtle-witted French Conjurers and forcerers, that, afraid of him, By magic verses have contriv'd his end ?

Win. He was a king blest of the King of kings.
Unto the French the dreadful judgment-day
So dreadful will not be, as was his fight.
The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought :
The church's prayer made him so prosperous.
Glo. 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 lookest to command the prince, and realm.
Thy wife is proud ; she holdeth thee in awe,
More than God, or religious churchmen, may.

Glo. Name not religion, for thou lov'st the flesh; And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st, Except it be to pray against thy foes. Bed. Cease, cease these jars, and rest your minds

in peace! Let's to the altar :-- Heralds, wait on us:Instead cî gold, we'll offer up our arms; Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead.

Posterity,

Posterity, await for wretched years,
When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck;
Our ille be made a nourish of fält tears,
And none but women left to wail the dead.
Henry the fifth! thy ghost I invocate;
Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils !
Combat with adverse planets in the heavens !
A far more glorious star thy soul will make,
Than Julius Cæfar, or bright-

Enter a Meflenger.
Mel. My honourable lords, health to you all!
Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
Of lofs, of slaughter, and discomfiture :
Guienne, Champaigne, Rheims, Orleans,
Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite loft.
Bed. What fay'st thou, man, before dead Henry's

corse ? Speak softly; of the loss of those great towns Will make him burst his lead, and rise from death,

Gl. Is Paris lost? is Roan yielded up? If Henry were recall'd to life again, Thefe news would cause him once more yield the

ghost. Exe. How were they lost? what treachery wasus'd?

Mel: No treachery; but want of men, and money. Among the foldiers' this is muttered That here you maintain several factions ; And, whilft a field should be dispatch'd, and fought, You are disputing of your generals. One would have ling’ring wars, with little cost; Another would fly twift, but wanteth wings; A third man thinks, without expence at all, By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd.

B

Awake,

Awake, awake, English nobility!
Let not floth dim your honours, new-begot;
Crop'd are the fleur-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 tideş.

Bed. Me they concern; regent I am of France:Give me my steeled coat, I'll fight for France. Away with these disgraceful wailing robes ! Wounds I will lend the French, instead of eyes, To weep their intermiflive miseries.

Enter to them another Mesenger. 2 Me. Lord, view these letters, full of bad

mischance. France is revolted from the English quite ; Except some petty towns of no import : The dauphin Charles is crowned king in Rheims; The bastard of Orleans with him is join’d; Reignier, duķe of Anjou, doth take his part; The duke of Alençon fieth to his side. [Exit.

Exė. The dauphin crowned king! all fly to him! O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?

G!. We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats:Bedford, if thou be llack, I'll fight it' out.

Bed. Glofter, why doubt'st thou of my forwardAn army have I muster'd in my thoughts, (nefs Wherewith already France is over-run.

Enter a third Nielenger. 3 Mejf. My gracious lords--to add to your las

mcnts, Wherewith you now bedew king Henry's hearse-I must inform you of a dismal fight,

Betwixt

Betwixt the stout lord Talbot and the French.

Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame! is't so!
3 Mef. O, no ; wherein lord Talbot was o'era

thrown :
The circumstance I'!l tell you more at large.
The tenth of August last, this dreadful lord,
Retiring from the fiege of Orleans;
Having full scarce fix thousand in his troop;

By three and twenty thousand of the French ! Was round encompafied and set upon :

No leisure had he to enrank his men ;
He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
Instead whereof, sharp stakes, pluck'dout 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 sword and lance.
Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him
Here, there, and every where, enrag'd he flew:;
The French exclaim'd, The devil was in arms;
All the whole army stood agaz'd on him:
His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit,
A Talbot!. a Talbot ! cried out amain,
And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.
Here had the conquest fully been feald up,
If Sir John Fastolfe had not played the coward:
He being in the vaward (plac'd behind,
With purpose to relieve and follow them)
Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
Hence grew the general wreck and massacre ;
Enclosed were they with their enemies :
A base Walloon to win the dauphin's grace;
Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back;

B 2

Whom

Whom all France, with her chicfassembled strength,
Durst not presume to look once in the face.

Bed. Is "Talbot slain? then I will say myself,
For living idly here, in pomp and ease,
Whilft such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
Unto his dastard foe-men is betray'd.

3 Mej. O no, he lives; but is took prisoner, And lord Scales with him, and lord Hungerford: Most of the rest flaughter'd, or took, likewife.

Bed. His ransom there is none but I shall pay : I'll hale the dauphin headlong from his throne ; His crown shall be the ransom of my friend ; Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.Farewell, my masters; to my talk will I; Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make, To keep our great faint George's feast withal : Ten thousand foldiers with me I will take, Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake,

3 Mej. So you had need; for Orleans is belieg'd; The English army is grown weak and faint: The earl of Salisbury craveth supply ; And hardly keeps his men from mutiny, Since they, fo few, watch such a multitude.

Exe. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry Either to quell the dauphin utterly,

[fworn; Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.

Bed. I do remember it; and here take leave, To go about my preparation.

FExit. Glo. I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can, To view the artillery and munition ; And then I will proclaim young Henry king.

(Exit. Exe. To Eltham will I, where the young king is, Being ordain'd his fpecial governor;

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