conjure up love in her in his true likeness, he must appear naked, and blind: Can you blame her then, being a maid yet rosed over with the virgin crimson of modesty, if she deny the appearance of a naked blind boy in her naked seeing self? It were, my lord, a hard condition for a maid to consign to. K. Hen. Yet they do wink and yield; as love is blind, and enforces. Bur. They are then excused, my lord, when they see not what they do. K. Hen. Then, good my lord, teach your cousin to consent to winking. Bur. I will wink on her to consent, my lord, if you will teach her to know my meaning: for maids, well summered and warm kept, are like flies at Bartholomew-tide, blind, though they have their eyes; and then they will endure handling, which before would not abide looking on. K. Hen. This moral ties me over to time, and a hot summer; and so I will catch the fly, your cousin, in the latter end, and she must be blind too. Bur. As love is, my lord, before it loves. K. Hen. It is so, and you may, some of you, thank love for my blindness; who cannot see many a fair French city, for one fair French maid that stands in my way. Fr. King. Yes, my lord, you see them perspectively, the cities turned into a maid; for they are all girdled with maiden walls, that war hath never entered. K. Hen. Shall Kate be my wife? Fr. King. So please you. K. Hen. I am content; so the maiden cities you talk of, may wait on her; so the maid, that stood in the way of my wish, shall show me the way to my will. Fr. King. We have consented to all terms of reason. K. Hen. Is't so, my lords of England ? West. The king hath granted every article: His daughter, first; and then, in sequel, all, Exe. Only he hath not yet subscribed this:- Where your majesty demands,-That the king of France, having any occasion to write for matter of grant, shall name your highness in this form, and with this addition, in French,—Notre tres cher filz Henry roy d'Angleterre, heretier de France; and thus in Latin,Præclarissimus filius noster Henricus, rex Angliæ, et hæres Francia. Fr. King. Nor this I have not, brother, so denied, But your request shall make me let it pass. K. Hen. I pray you then, in love and dear alliance, Let that one article rank with the rest: And, thereupon, give me your daughter. Fr. King. Take her, fair son; and from her blood raise up Issue to me: that the contending kingdoms Of France and England, whose very shores look pale * Application. With envy of each other's happiness, May cease their hatred; and this dear conjunction K. Hen. Now, welcome, Kate :-and bear me witness all, Q. Isa. God, the best maker of all marriages, [Flourish. K. Hen. Prepare we for our marriage:-on which day, Enter CHORUS. Thus far, with rough, and all unable pen, Mangling by starts the full course of their glory. That they lost France, and made his England bleed: * I.e. unequal to the weight of the subject. [Exeunt. [Exit. † France. OF KING HENRY VI. PERSONS REPRESENTED. KING HENRY THE SIXTH. DUKE OF BEDFORD, Uncle to the RICHARD PLANTAGENET, eldest JOHN TALBOT, his Son. EDMUND MORTIMER, Earl of MORTIMER'S KEEPER, and a SIR JOHN FASTOLFE. SIR WILLIAM GLANSDALE. VERNON, of the White Rose, or BASSET, of the Red Rose, or Lan- REIGNIER, Duke of Anjou, and GENERAL OF THE FRENCH A FRENCH SERGEANT. AN OLD SHEPHERD, Father to MARGARET, Daughter to Reignier; afterwards married to King Henry. COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE. JOAN LA PUCELLE, commonly called Joan of Arc. FIENDS appearing to La Pucelle, SCENE; partly in England, and partly in France. ACT I. SCENE I-Westminster Abbey. Dead march. Corpse of KING HENRY the Fifth discovered, lying in state; attended on by the Dukes of BEDFORD, GLOSTER, and EXETER; the Earl of WARWICK, the Bishop of WINCHESTER, Heralds, &c. 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, Glo. England ne'er had a king, until his time. His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams; 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 blood? Henry is dead, and never shall revive: Upon a wooden coffin we attend; And death's dishonourable victory Win. He was a king bless'd of the King of Kings. So dreadful will not be, as was his fight. 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 churchmen 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 overawe. Win. Gloster, 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. 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 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 marish* 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! * Marsh. Combat with adverse planets in the heavens! Enter a MESSENGER. Mess. Right honourable lords, health to you all! Bed. What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse? Speak softly; or the loss of those great towns Will make him burst his lead, and rise from death. If Henry were recall'd to life again, These news would cause him once more yield the ghost. Exe. How were they lost? what treachery was used? Mess. No treachery; but want of men and money. Among the soldiers this is muttered, That here you maintain several factions; And, whilst a field should be despatch'd and fought, One would have lingering wars, with little cost; Let not sloth dim your honours, new-begot: Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, Enter another MESSENGER. 2 Mess. Lords, 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; Exe. The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him! Glo. We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats: Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out. * England's. † Having only short intermissions. |