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PAGE A Room in the Tower ... James Northcote, R.A.

Robert Thew,

452 Cardinal Beaufort's Bed- Sir Joshua Reynolds Caroline Watson,

A Field of Battle ...
James Northcote, R.A. C. G. Playter and T.


501 The Palace in London... James Northcote, RA, John Baptist Michel, 542 The Tower

James Northcote, R.A.

Francis Legat,
The Tower

James Northcote, R.A.

William Skelton,

549 York Palace Thomas Stothard, R.A. Isaac Taylor,

565 The Palace at Bridewell Rev. W. Peters, R.A. Robert Thew,

572 The Abbey of Leicester Richard Westall, R.A.... Robert Thew,

579 Troy

George Romney

Francis Legat, 596 The Tent of Coriolanus Gavin Hamilton

J. Caldwall,

646 Titus's House ...

Thomas Kirk

Thomas Kirk,

661 A Hall in Capulet's House William Miller

G. Sigmund and J. G.

678 Juliet's Chamber

John Opie, R.A.

G. Sigmund and J. G.

694 A Monument belonging to James Northcote, R.A. Peter Simon,

697 the Capulets A Wood

John Opie, R.A.

Robert Thew,

713 Brutus's Tent...

Richard Westall, R.A.... Edward Scriven, 739 A Heath ...

Henry Fuseli, R.A. James Caldwall, 745 A Room in Macbeth's Castle Richard Westall, R. A. ... James Parker,

747 A Platform before the Castle Henry Fuseli, R.A. Robert Thew,

771 of Elsineur Elsineur; a Room in the Benjamin West, President, Francis Legat,

790 Castle

Ring Lear's Palace

Henry Fuseli, R.A.

Richard Earlom, 800 A Heath with a Hovel Benjamin West, R.A.

William Sharp,... 815 A Camp near Dover James Barry, R.A.

Francis Legat,

828 Cyprus; a Platform near Thomas Stothard, R.A.

Thomas Ryder, 838 the Sea A Bedchamber

Josiah Boydell

William Leney,... 856 Alexandria ; the Palace Henry Tresham, R.A. ... G. Sigmund and J. G.


877 Alexandria ; a Room in the Modelled by the Hon. Thomas Hellyer, Monument (basso relievo)

A. S. Damer
The Garden of Cymbeline's William Hamilton, R.A. Thomas Burke, ... 892

Near Milford Haven ... John Hoppner

Robert Thew,

905 Before the Cave of Belarius Richard Westall, R.A. ... Thomas Gaugain,

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DUKE OF GLOSTER, Uncle to the KING, and Protector.
DUKE OF BEDFORD, Uncle to the KING, and Regent of

THOMAS BEAUFORT, Duke of Exeter, Great Uncle to
the KING.

HENRY BEAUFORT, Great Uncle to the KING; Bishop of
Winchester, and afterwards Cardinal.

JOHN BEAUFORT, Earl of Somerset, afterwards Duke.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Eldest Son of Richard, late
Earl of Cambridge: afterwards Duke of York.
LORD TALBOT, afterwards Earl of Shrewsbury.


MORTIMER'S Keepers, and a Lawyer.

WOODVILLE, Lieutenant of the Tower, Mayor of Lon-


VERNON, of the White Rose, or York Faction.

BASSET, of the Red Rose, or Lancaster Faction.

CHARLES, Dauphin, and afterwards King of France.
REIGNIER, Duke of Anjou, and titular King of Naples.
Governor of Paris. Master-Gunner of Orleans, and his


General of the French Forces in Bourdeaux.
A Porter. An old Shepherd,
A French Sergeant.

MARGARET, Daughter to REIGNIER; afterwards married to KING HENRY.


JOAN LA PUCELLE, commonly called Joan of Arc.

Fiends appearing to LA PUCELLE, Lords, Warders of the Tower, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and se veral Attendants both on the English and French.

SCENE,—Partly in ENGLAND, and partly in FRANce.


SCENE I.-Westminster Abbey.

Dead March. The Corpse of King Henry the Fifth is dis-
covered, lying in state; attended on by the DUKES OF
Bed. Hung be the heavens with black, yield day
to night!

Comets, importing change of times and states,
Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky,

And with them scourge the bad revolting stars,
That have consented unto Henry's death!
King Henry the fifth, too famous to live long!
England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.

Gio. England ne'er had a king until his time.
Virtue he had, deserving to command:

His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams;
His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings;
His sparkling eyes, replete with wrathful fire,
More dazzled and drove back his enemies
Than mid-day sun fierce bent against their faces.
What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech:
He ne'er lift up his hand, but conquered.

Exe. We mourn in black: why mourn we not in

Henry is dead, and never shall revive:

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
Conjurors and sorcerers, that, afraid of him,
By magic verses have contriv'd his end?
Win. He was a king, bless'd of the King of kings.
Unto the French the dreadful judgment-day
So dreadful will not be, as was his sight.
The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought:
The church's prayers made him so prosperous.
Glo. The church! where is it? Had not church-
men pray'd,

His thread of life had not so soon decay'd:
None do you like but an effeminate prince,
Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.

Win. Gloster, whate'er we like, thou art pro-

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

in peace!



Let's to the altar:-Heralds, wait on us:-
Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms;
Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead.-
Posterity, await for wretched years,

When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck,

Our isle be made a nourish of salt 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 ! The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
Combat with adverse planets in the heavens! The tenth of August last, this dreadful lord,
A far more glorious star thy soul will make,

Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
Than Julius Cæsar, or bright-

Having full scarce six thousand in his troop,

By three-and-twenty thousand of the French
Enter a Messenger.

Was round encompassed and set upon.
Mess. My honourable lords, health to you all!

No leisure had he to enrank his men; Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,

He wanted pikes to set before his archers; Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture:

Instead whereof, sharp stakes, pluck'd out of hedges, Guienne, Champaigne, Rheims, Orleans,

They pitched in the ground confusedly, Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.

To keep the horsemen off from breaking in. Bed. What say’st thou, man, before dead Henry's More than three hours the figlit continued; corse?

Where valiant Talbot, above human thought, Speak softly; or the loss of those great towns

Enacted wonders with his sword and lance: Will make him burst his lead, and rise from death. Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him; Glo. Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up?

Here, there, and every where, enrag'd he slew : If Henry were recall’d to life again,

The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms; These news would cause him once more yield the All the whole army stood agaz'd on him: ghost.

His soldiers, spying his und nted spirit, Exe. How were they lost? what treachery was

A Talbot! A Talbot! cried out amain, us'd?

And rush'd into the bowels of the battle. Mess. No treachery; but want of men and money. Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up, Among the soldiers this is muttered,

If sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward: That here you maintain several factions;

He, being in the vaward, (plac'd behind,
And, whilst a field should be despatch'd and fought, With purpose to relieve and follow them,)
You are disputing of your generals:

Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
One would have lingering wars, with little cost; Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;
Another would fly swist, but wanteth wings; Enclosed were they with their enemies :
A third man thinks, without expense at all,

A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd. Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back;
Awake, awake, English nobility!

Whom all France, with their chief assembled Let not sloth dim your honours, new-begot:

strength, Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms; Durst not presume to look once in the face. Of England's coat one half is cut away.

Bed. Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself, Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, For living idly here in pomp and ease, These tidings would call for her flowing tides.

Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid, Bed. Me they concern; regent I am of France.

Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd. Give me my steeled coat! I'll fight for France. 3 Mess. O no, he lives; but is took prisoner, Away with these disgraceful wailing robes !

And lord Scales with him, and lord Hungerford : Wounds will I lend the French, instead of eyes,

Most of the rest slaughter'd, or took, likewise. their intermissive miseries.

Bed. His ransom there is none but I shall pay:

I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne; Enter a second Messenger.

His crown shall be the ransom of my friend : 2 Mess. Lords, view these letters, full of bad mis- Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.chance.

Farewell, my masters; to my task will I; France is revolted from the English quite,

Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make, Except some petty towns of no import :

To keep our great Saint George's feast withal: The Dauphin, Charles, is crowned king in Rheims;

Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take, The bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;

Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake. Reignier, duke of Anjou, doth take his part;

3 Mess. So you had need; for Orleans is besieg'd; The duke of Alençon flieth to his side.

The English army is grown weak and saint:
Exe. The Dauphin crowned king! ali fly to him! The earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?

And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,
Glo. We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats :- Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.
Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.

Exe. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry Bed. Gloster, why doubt'st thou of my forward

sworn, ness?

Either to quell the Dauphin utterly, An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,

Or bring him in obedience to your yoke. Wherewith already France is over-run.

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

(Exit. Enter a third Messenger.

Gio. I'll to the Tower, with all the haste I can, 3 Mess. My gracious lords, to add to your To view th' artillery and munition; laments,

And then I will proclaim young Henry king. [Exit. Wherewith you now bedew king Henry's hearse, - Exe. To Eltham will I, where the young king is, I must inform you of a dismal fight

Being ordain'd his special governor; Betwixt the stout lord Talbot and the French. And for his safety there I'll best devise. [Exit.

Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so? Win. Each hath his place and function to attend: 3 Mess. O, no; wherein lord Talbot was o'er- I am left out; for me nothing remains. thrown:

But long I will not be Jack-out-of-office:

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The king from Eltham I intend to steal,

Be not dismay'd, for succour is at hand:
And sit at chiefest stern of public weal. [Erit. A holy maid hither with me I bring,

Which, by a vision sent to her from heaven,

Ordainèd is to raise this tedious siege.

And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
Enter CHARLES, with his forces; ALENCON, REIGNIER, and

The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,

Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome:
Char. Mars his true moving, even as in the

What 's past and what's to come she can descry. heavens,

Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my words,
So in the earth, to this day is not known:

For they are certain and unfallible.
Late did he shine upon the English side;

Char. Go, call her in. [Exit BASTARD.] But
Now we are victors, upon us he smiles.

first, to try her skill,
What towns of any moment but we have?

Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place:
At pleasure here we lie, near Orleans;

Question her proudly; let thy looks be stern:
Otherwhiles, the famish'd English, like pale ghosts. By this means shall we sound what skill she hath.

[Retires. Faintly besiege us one hour in a month. Alen. They want their porridge, and their fat

Re-enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, with LA PUCELLE. bull-beeves : Either they must be dieted like mules,

Reig. Fair maid, is 't thou wilt do these wond'rous

And have their provender tied to their mouths,
Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.

Puc. Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me?
Reig. Let's raise the siege: why live we idly here?

Where is the Dauphin?—Come, come from behind;
Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear:

I know thee well, though never seen before.
Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury;

Be not amaz’d, there's nothing hid from me:
And he may well in fretting spend his gall,-

In private will I talk with thee apart. —
Nor men, nor money, hath he to make war.

Stand back, you lords, and give us leave a while.
Char. Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on

Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first dash. them.

Fuc. Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughNow for the honour of the forlorn French!

My wit untrain'd in any kind of art.

[ter, Him I forgive my death, that killeth me,

Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleas'd
When he sees me go back one foot, or fly.

To shine on my contemptible estate:

Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,

And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,
Alarums; Excursions; afterwards a Retreat. Rc-enter God's mother deigned to appear to me,

And, in a vision full of majesty,
Char. Who ever saw the like? what men have Will'd me to leave my base vocation,

And free my country from calamity:
Dogs! cowards! dastards !-I would ne'er have fled, Her aid she promis'd, and assur'd success:
But that they left me 'midst my enemies.

In complete glory she reveal'd herself;
Reig. Salisbury is a desperate homicide;

And, whereas I was black and swart before,
He fighteth as one weary of his life.

With those clear rays which she infus'd on me,
The other lords, like lions wanting food,

That beauty am I bless'd with, which you may see.
Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.

Ask me what question thou canst possible,
Alen. Froissart, a countryman of ours, records, And I will answer unpremeditated :
England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,

My courage try by combat, if thou dar'st,
During the time Edward the third did reign.

And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.
More truly now may this be verified;

Resolve on this,—thou shalt be fortunate,
For none but Samsons, and Goliasses,

If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.
It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!

Char. Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high
Lean raw-bon'd rascals! who would e'er suppose

terms: They had such courage and audacity?

Only this proof I 'll of thy valour make,–
Char. Let's leave this town; for they are hare. In single combat thou shalt buckle with me;
brain'd slaves,

And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;
And hunger will enforce them to be more eager: Otherwise, I renounce all confidence.
Of old I know them; rather with their teeth

Puc. I am prepar'd: here is my keen-edg'd sword,
The walls they'll tear down, than forsake the siege. Deck'd with five flower-de-luces on each side;

Reig. I think, by some odd gimmals, or device, The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's church-
Their arms are set like clocks, still to strike on;

Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do. Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.
By my consent, we'll e'en let them alone.

Char. Then come, o' God's name; I fear no wo-
Alen. Be it so.

Puc. And, while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man. Enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS.

[They fight. Bast. Where's the prince Dauphin? I have news Char. Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon, for him.

And fightest with the sword of Deborah.
Char, Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us. Puc. Christ's mother helps me, else I were too
Bast. Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer


Char. Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence?

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