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PLATES IN VOL.
PAGE A Room in the Tower ... James Northcote, R.A. Robert Thew,
452 Cardinal Beaufort's Bed- Sir Joshua Reynolds Caroline Watson,
501 The Palace in London... James Northcote, R A. John Baptist Michel, 542 The Tower
James Northcote, R.A.
James Northcote, R.A. William Skelton, 549
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 ..
596 The Tent of Coriolanus Gavin Hamilton
646 Titus's House ...
Thomas Kirk ...
661 A Hall in Capulet's House William Miller
G. Sigmund and J. G.
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.
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 Castie Henry Fuseli, R.A. Robert Thew,
Henry Fuseli, R.A. Richard Earlom, 800
828 Cyprus; a Platform near Thomas Stothard, R.A. Thomas Ryder,
838 the Sea A Bedchamber
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, 889
Monument (basso relievo) A. S. Damer
905 Before the Cave of Belarius Richard Westall, R.A. ... Thomas Gaugain,
FIRST PART OF
KING HENRY VI.
BASSET, of the Red Rose, or Lancaster Faction.
CHARLES, Dauphin, and afterwards King, of France.
REIGNIER, Duke of Anjou, anul titular King of Naples. THOMAS BEAUFORT, Duke of Exeter, Great Uncle to
DUKES OF BURGUNDY and ALENÇON. BASTARD OF ORthe King HENRY BEAUFORT, Great Uncle to the KING; Bishop of
Governor of Paris. Master-Gunner of Orleans, and his Winchester, and afterwards Cardinal.
Son. JOHN BEAUFORT, Earl of Somerset, afterwards Duke.
General of the French Forces in Bourdeaux,
Father to JOAN LA PUCELLE.
MARGARET, Daughter to ReiGNIER; afterwards mar. EDMUND MORTIMER, Earl of March.
ried to KING HENRY. MORTIMER's Keepers, and a Lawyer.
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE.
LIAM GLANSDALE. SIR THOMAS GARGRAVE. WOODVILLE, Lieutenant of the Tower, Mayor of Lon- Fiends appearing to La Pucelle, Lords, Warders of the don.
Tower, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and seVERNON, of the White Kose, or York Faction.
veral Attendants both on the English and French. SCENE, ---Partly in ENGLAND, and partly in FRANCE,
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? Dead March. The Corpse of King Henry the Fifth is discovered, lying in state; attended on by the Dukes OF
Win. He was a king, bless'd of the King of kings. BEDFORD, GLOSTER, and EXETER; thé EARL OF WAR- Unto the French the dreadfu' judgment-day WICK, the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, Heralds, &-c.
So dreadful will not be, as was his sight. Bed. Hung be the heavens with black, yield day The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought: to night!
The church's prayers made him so prosperous. Comets, importing change of times and states,
Glo. The church! where is it? Had not churchBrandish your crystal tresses in the sky,
men pray'd, And with them scourge the bad revolting stars, His thread of life had not so soon decay'd: That have consented unto Henry's death!
None do you like but an effeminate prince, King Henry the fifth, too famous to live long! Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe. England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
Win. Gloster, whate'er we like, thou art proGio. England ne'er had a king until his time.
tector, Virtue he had, deserving to command:
And lookest to command the prince, and realm. His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams; Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe, His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings; More than God or religious churchmen may. His sparkling eyes, replete with wrathsul fire,
Glo. Name not religion, for thou lov’st the flesh; More dazzled and drove back his enemies
And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st, Than mid-day sun fierce bent against their faces. Except it be to pray against thy foes. What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech: Bed. Cease, cease these jars, and rest your minds He ne'er lift up his hand, but conquered.
in peace! Exe. We mourn in black: why mourn we not in Let's to the altar :-Heralds, wait on us :blood?
Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms; Henry is dead, and never shall revive:
Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead. Upon a wooden coffin we attend;
Posterity, await for wretched years, And death's dishonourable victory
When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck, We with our stately presence glorify,
Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears, Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
And none but women left to wail the dead.What, shall we curse the planets of mishap,
Henry the fifth! thy ghost I invocate;
Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils! The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
Having full scarce six thousand in his troop,
By three-and-twenty thousand of the French
Was round encompassèd and set upon.
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 continuèd ; 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 undaunted spirit, Exe. How were they lost? what treachery was
A Talbot! A Talbot! cried out amain, us'd?
And rush'd into the bowels oí the battle. Mess. No treachery; but want of men and money.
Here had the conquest íully 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 steelèd 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. To weep 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 faint: Exe. The Dauphin crowned king! ali fly to him! The earl of Salisbury craveth supply, 0, 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, is thou be slack, I'll fight it out.
Exe. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry Bed, Gloster, why doubt'st thou of my forward
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 Í, 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:
The king from Eltham I intend to steal,
Be not dismay'd, for succour is at hand:
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.
The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,
Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome:
What 's past and what's to come she can descry. heavens,
Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my words,
For they are certain and unfallible.
Char. Go, call her in. [Exit BASTARD.] But
first, to try her skill,
Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place:
Question her proudly; let thy looks be stern:
[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
Puc. Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me?
Where is the Dauphin?—Come, come from behind;
I know thee well, though never seen before.
Be not amaz’d, there's nothing hid from me:
In private will I talk with thee apart. —
Stand back, you lords, and give us leave a while.
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
To shine on my contemptible estate:
Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,
And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,
And, in a vision full of majesty,
And free my country from calamity:
In complete glory she reveal'd herself;
And, whereas I was black and swart before,
With those clear rays which she infus'd on me,
That beauty am I bless'd with, which you may see.
Ask me what question thou canst possible,
My courage try by combat, if thou dar'st,
And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.
Resolve on this,—thou shalt be fortunate,
If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.
Char. Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high
terms: They had such courage and audacity?
Only this proof I 'll of thy valour make,–
And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;
Puc. I am prepar'd: here is my keen-edg'd sword,
Reig. I think, by some odd gimmals, or device, The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's church-
Char. Then come, o' God's name; I fear no wo-
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. Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence?