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Scene I.-Westminster Abbey.

Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky,

And with them scourge the bad revolting stars Dead march. Corpse of King Henry the Fifth

That have consented unto Henry's death : discovered, lying in state ; attended on by the

Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long! DUKES OP BEDFORD, GLOSTER, and Exeter; |

England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. the EARL OF WARWICK, the Bishop OF WIN

Glo. England ne'er had a king until his time, CHESTER, Heralds, &c.

Virtue he had deserving to command: Bed, Hung be the heavens with black, yield His brandished sword did blind men with his day to night!

beams; Comets, importing change of times and states, His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings; VOL. III.

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His sparkling eyes, replete with wrathful fire, i Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture:
More dazzled and drove back his enemies Guienne, Champaigne, Rheims, Orleans,
Than mid-day sun fierce bent against their faces. Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.
What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech: Bed. What say'st thou, man, before dead
He ne'er lift up his hand but conqueréd.

Henry's corse? Exe. We mourn in black: why mourn we not Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns in blood ?

Will make him bürst his lead and rise from · Henry is dead, and never shall revive:

death. Upon a wooden coffin we attend;

Glo, Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up? And death's dishonourable victory

If Henry were recalled to life again, We with our stately presence glorify,

These news would cause him once more yield Like captives bound to a triumphant car.

the ghost. What, shall we curse the planets of mishap Exe. How were they lost; what treachery That plotted thus our glory's overthrow ?

was used ? Or shall we think the subtle-witted French

Mess. No treachery; but want of men and Conjurors and sorcerers, that, afraid of him,

money. By magic verses have contrived his end?

Among the soldiers this is mutteréd :Win. He was a king blessed of the King of That here you maintain several factions, kings.

And, whilst a field should be despatched and Unto the French the dreadful judgment day

fought, So dreadful will not be, as was his sight.

You are disputing of your generals. The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought: One would have lingering wars, with little cost; The church's prayers made him so prosperous. Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings; Glo. The church! where is it? Had not church A third man thinks, without expense at all, men prayed,

By guileful fair words peace may be obtained. His thread of life had not so soon decayed. Awake, awake, English nobility! None do you like but an effeminate prince, Let not sloth dim your honours new begot. Whom, like a schoolboy, you may overawe. Cropped are the flower-de-luces in your arms : Win. Gloster, whate'er we like, thou art pro Of England's coat one half is cut away. tector,

Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, And lookest to command the prince and realm. These tidings would call forth her flowing tides. Thy wife is proud: she holdeth thee in awe

Bed. Me they concern: regent I am of France: More than God or religious churchmen may. Give me my steeléd coat, I 'll fight for France. Glo. Name not religion, for thou lov'st the Away with these disgraceful wailing robes ! flesh;

Wounds I will lend the French, instead of eyes, · And ne'er throughout the year to church thou | To weep their intermissive miseries.

go'st, Except it be to pray against thy foes.

Enter another Messenger. Bed. Cease, cease these jars, and rest your 2nd Mess. Lords, view these letters, full of bad minds in peace !

mischance : Let's to the altar :-Heralds, wait on us : France is revolted from the English quite, Instead of gold, we 'll offer up our arms; Except some petty towns of no import. Since arms avail not, now that lienry's dead. The Dauphin Charles is crowned king in Posterity, await for wretched years,

Rheims; When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall The Bastard of Orleans with him is joined; suck,

Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part; Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears,

The Duke of Alençon flieth to his side. And none but women left to wail the dead. Exe. The Dauphin crownéd king! all fly to Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate !

him! Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils : O whither shall we fly from this reproach? Combat with adverse planets in the heavens! Glo. We will not fly but to our enemies' A far more glorious star thy soul will make

throats. Than Julius Cæsar or bright

Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.

Bed. Gloster, why doubt'st thou of my forEnter a Messenger.

wardness? Mess. My honourable lords, health to you all ! | An army have I mustered in my thoughts, Sad tidings bring I to you out of France, ! Wherewith already France is overrun.

Enter a third Messenger.

To keep our great St. George's feast withal. 3rd Mess. My gracious lords (to add to your Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take, laments

Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake. Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse), 3rd Mess. So you had need : for Orleans is I must inform you of a dismal figh:

besieged; Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French. / The English army is grown weak and faint.

Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame: is't so? The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply, 3rd Mess. O no: wherein Lord Talbot was o'er And hardly keeps his men from mutiny, thrown.

Since they, so few, watch such a multitude. The circumstance I'll tell you more at large : Exe. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry The tenth of August last, this dreadful lord,

sworn, Retiring from the siege of Orleans,

Either to quell the Dauphin utterly, Having full scarce six thousand in his troop, Or bring him in obedience to your yoke. By three-and-twenty thousand of the French Bed. I do remember it; and here take my Was round encompasséd and set upon.

leave, No leisure bad he lo enrank his men :

To go about my preparation.

[Exit. He wanted pikes to set before his archers;

Glo. I'll to the Tower, with all the haste I can, Instead whereof, sharp stakes, plucked out of To view the artillery and munition : hedges,

And then I will proclaim young Henry king. They pitched in the ground confusedly,

[Exit. To keep the horsemen off from breaking in

Exe. To Eltham will I, where the young More than three hours the fight continuéd;

King is, Where valiant Talbot, above human thought, I

Being ordained his special governor : Enacted wonders with his sword and lance.

And for his safety there I'll best devise. [Exit. Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand

IVin. Each hath his place and function to him:

attend : Here, there, and everywhere, enraged he slew.

I am left out; for me nothing remains. The French exclaimed, the devil was in arms : But long I will not be Jack-out-of-office : All the whole army stood agazed on him: The King from Eltham I intend to send, His soldiers, spying his undaunted spirit,

And sit at chiefest stern of public weal. “ A Talbot ! a Talbot !" cried out amain,

[Exit. Scene closes. And rushed into the bowels of the battle. Here had the conquest fully been sealed up, If Sir John Fastolfe had not played the coward : le, being in the vaward (placed behind

Scene II.- France. ^ Before Orleans. With purpose to relieve and follow them), Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.

Enter Charles, with his Forces; Alencon, Hence grew the general wreck and massacre :

Reignier, and others. Enclosed were they with their enemies.

Char. Mars his true moving (even as in the A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,

heavens Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back; So in the earth) to this day is not known. Whom all France, with their chief assembled iate did he shine upon the English side : strength,

Now we are victors; upon us he smiles. Durst not presume to look once in the face. What towns of any moment but we have

Bed. Is Talbot slain ? then I will slay myself, At pleasure here we lie near Orleans; For living idly here, in pomp and ease,

Otherwhiles the famished English, like palo Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,

ghosts, Unto bis dastard foemen is betrayed.

Faintly besiege us one hour in a month. 3rd Mess. O no, le lives, but is took prisoner: Alen. They want their porridge and their fat And Lord Scales with him, and Lord Hungerford : 1

bull-beeves : Most of the rest slaughtered or took likewise. Either they must be dieted like mules,

Bed. His ransom there is none but I shall pay : And have their provender tied to their mouths, I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne; Or pitequs they will look, like drowned mice. His crown shall be the ransom of my friend : Reig. Let's raise the siege: why live we idly Four of their lords I 'll change for one of ours.

here? Farewell, my masters; to my task will I : Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear: Bonfires in France forth with I am to make, Remaineth none but mad-brained Salisbury,

And be may vel in fretting spend his gall; Char. Go, cai ber in. (Erit BASTAR 1-But Nor men nors money hath be to make va.

first, to try ber skal Char. Sound, sound alarum: we will rush on | Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place: them.

Question her proudly, let thy looks be stern. Now for the honour of the forlorn French! By this means shall we sound what skill she hath. Him I forgive my death, that killeth me

(Retires. When he sees me go back one foot, or fiy.

(Ezeunt.
Esant. Exter La PCCELLE, BASTARD of Oalsass, and

others. Alarums; Excursions; afterwards Retreat.

Reig. Fair maid, is't thou wilt do those yon

Reis. Fait Re-enter CHARLES, ALESCOS, REIGXIER, and

drous feats! others.

Pse. Reignier, is 't thou that thinkest to be Char. Who ever saw the like what men

guile me? bave I !

Where is the Dauphin-ome,come from behind: Dogs, cowards, dastards !-I would ne'er have | I know thee well, though never seen before. fled,

Be not amazed; there's nothing hid from me. But that they left me 'midst my enemies. In private will I talk to thee apart :

Reig. Salisbury is a desperate homicide; Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile. He fighteth as one weary of his life.

Reig. She takes upon her brarely at first dash. The other lords, like lions wanting food,

Puc. Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.

daughter; Alen. Froissart, a countryman of ours, records, My wit untrained in any kind of art. England all Olivers and Rowlands bred

Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleased During the time Edward the Third did reign. I To shine on my contemptible estate. More truly now may this be verified;

Ly, whilst I waited on my tender lambs, For none but Samsons and Goliasses

And to sun's parching heat displayed my cheeks, It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten; God's mother deigned to appear to me, Lean rawboned rascals! who would e'er suppose And, in a vision full of majesty, They had such courage and audacity ?

Willed me to leave my base vocation. Char. Let's leave this town; for they are And free my country from calamity : hair-brained slaves,

Her aid she promised, and assured success. And hunger will enforce them to be more eager. In complete glory she rerealed herself : Of old I know them : rather with their teeth And, whereas I was black and swart before, The walls they 'll tear down, than forsake the siege. With those clear rays which she infused on me

Reig. I think, by some odd gimmals or device, That beauty am I blessed with which you see. Their arms are set like clocks, still to strike on ; ! Ask me what question thou canst possible, Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do. And I will answer unpremeditated : By my consent we'll e'en let them alone.

My courage try by combat, if thou dar'st, Alen. Be it so.

And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex. .

Resolve on this : thou shalt be fortunate, Enter the Bastard of Orleans.

If thou receive me for thy warlike mate. Bast. Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have Char. Thou hast astonished me with thy high news for him.

terms: Char. Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us. Only this proof I 'll of thy valour makeBast. Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer In single combat thou shalt buckle with me; appalled :

And if thou vanquishest thy words are true Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence ? Otherwise I renounce all confidence. Be not dismayed, for succour is at hand :

Puc. I am prepared : here is my keen-edged A holy maid hither with me I bring,

sword, Which, by a vision sent to her from heaven, Decked with five flower-de-luces on each side : Ordainéd is to raise this tedious siege,

The which at Touraine, in St. Katharine's churchAnd drive the English forth the bounds of France.

yard, The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,

Out of a great deal of old iron, I chose forth. Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome :

Char. Then come o' God's name; I fear no What's past and what's to come she can descry.

woman. Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my words, Puc. And while I live I'll ne'er fly from a For they are certain and unfallible.

[They fight.

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Char. Stay, stay thy hand! Thou art an Char. Meantime look gracious on thy prosAmazon,

trate thrall. And fightest with the sword of Deborah.

Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in Puc. Christ's mother helps me, else I were too

. talk. weak.

Alen. Doubtless he shrives this woman to her Char. Whoe'er helps thee, 't is thou that niust

smock : help me.

Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. Impatiently I burn with thy desire :

Reig. Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued.

mean? Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,

Alen. He may mean more than we poor men Let me thy servant, and not sovereign, be:

do know : 'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus. These women are shrewd tempters with their Puc. I must not yield to any rites of love,

tongues. For my profession's sacred from above.

Tieig. My lord, where are you? What devise When I have chaséd all thy foes from hence,

you on? Then will I think upon a recompense.

| Shall we give over Orleans, or no?

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