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K. Hen. It is not the fashion for the maids in Fr. K. We have consented to all terms of reason. France to kiss before they are married, would she say? K. Hen. Is’t so, my lords of England ? Alice. Ouy, vrayment.
West. The king hath granted every article : K. Hen. 0 Kate, nice customs curt'sy to great His daughter, first; and then, in sequel, all, kings. Dear Kate, you and I cannot be confined According to their firm proposed natures. within the weak list of a country's fashion :
Ere. Only, he hath not yet subscribed this : the makers of manners, Kate; and the liberty that Where your majesty demands, That the king of follows our places, stops the mouths of all find France, having any occasion to write for matter of faults ; as I will do yours, for upholding the nice grant, shall name your highness in this form, and fashion of your country, in denying me a kiss : with this addition, in French, — Notre tres cher filz therefore, patiently and yielding. [Kissing her.] Henry roy d'Angleterre, heretier de France; and You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate : there is thus in Latin, Præclarissimus filius noster Henrimore eloquence in a sugar touch of them, than in cus, rer Angliæ, et hæres Franciæ. the tongues of the French council; and they should Fr. King. Nor this I have not, brother, so denied, sooner persuade Harry of England, than a general | But your request shall make me let it pass. petition of monarchs. Here comes your father. X Hen.
pray you then, in love and dear Enter the French King and QUEEN, BURGUNDY,
Let that one article rank with the rest : BEDFORD, GLOSTER, EXETER, WESTMORELAND,
And, thereupon, give me your daughter. and other French and English Lords.
Fr. k'ing. Take her, fair son; and from her Bur. God save your majesty! my royal cousin,
blood raise up teach you our princess English ?
Issue to me : that the contending kingdoms K. Hen. I would have her learn, my fair cousin, Of France and England, whose very shores look pale how perfectly I love her; and that is good English. With envy of each other's happiness, Bur. Is she not apt?
May cease their hatred ; and this dear conjunction K. Hen. Our tongue is rough, coz; and my con- Plant neighbourhood and christian-like accord dition is not smooth : so that, having neither the in their sweet bosoms, that never war advance voice nor the heart of fattery about me, I cannot His bleeding sword 'twixt England and fair France. so conjure up the spirit of love in her, that he will
All. Amen! appear in his true likeness.
K. Hen. Now welcome, Kate : and bear me Bur. Pardon the frankness of my mirth, if I an
witness all, swer you for that. If you would conjure in her you That here I kiss her as my sovereign queen. nust make a circle: if conjure up love in her in his
(Flourish. true likeness, he must appear naked, and blind : Q. Isab. God, the best maker of all marriages, Can you blame her then, being a maid yet rosed Combine your hearts in one, your realms in one ! over with the virgin crimson of modesty, if she deny | As man and wife, being two, are one in love, the appearance of a naked blind boy in her naked So be there 'twixt your kingdoms such a spousal, seeing self? It were, my lord, a hard condition for That never may ill office, or fell jealousy, a maid to consign to.
Which troubles oft the bed of blessed marriage, K. Hen. Yet they do wink, and yield; as love is Thrust in between the paction of these kingdoms, blind, and enforces.
To make divorce of their incorporate league ; Bur. They are then excused, my lord, when they That English may as French, French Englishmen, see not what they do.
Receive each other ! — God speak this Amen! K. Hen. Then, good my lord, teach your cousin All. Amen! to consent to winking.
K. Hen. Prepare we for our marriage; Bur. I will wink on her to consent, my lord, if
which day, you will teach her to know my meaning : for maids, My lord of Burgundy, we'll take your oath, well summered and warm kept, are like flies at Bar- And all the peers’, for surety of our leagues. tholomew-tide, blind, though they have their eyes ; Then shall I swear to Kate, and you to me; and then they will endure handling, which before And may our oaths well kept and prosperous be! would not abide looking on.
[Ereunt. K. Hen. This moral ties me over to time, and a
Enter Chorus. hot summer; and so I will catch the fly, your cousin, in the latter end, and she must be blind too. Thus far, with rough, and all unable pen, Bur. As love is, my lord, before it loves.
Our bending author hath pursu'd the story; K. Hen. It is so; and you may, some of you, In little room confining mighty men, thank love for my blindness; who cannot see many Mangling by starts the full course of their glory. a fair French city, for one fair French maid that Small time, but, in that small, most greatly liv'd stands in my way.
This star of England : fortune made bis sword; Fr. King. Yes, my lord, you see them perspec- By which the world's best garden he achiev'd, uvely, the cities turned into a maid; for they are all And of it left his son imperial lord. girdled with maiden walls, that war hath never Henry the sixth, in infant bands crown'd king entered.
Of Franee ana Eug.and, vind this king sucrued; K. Hen, Shall Kate be my wife?
Whose state so many had the managing, Fr. King. So please you.
That they lost Frauce, aud made his England K, Hn. I am content; so the maiden cities you talk of, may wait on her : so the maid that stood in Which oftour stage hath shown; and, for their sake the way of my wish,shall show me the way to my will | In your fair ininds let this acceptance take.[Exit.
King HENRY THE Sixth.
Vernon, of the White Rose, or York faction.
REIGNIER, Duke of Anjou, and titular K'ing of
Naples. the King.
Duke of BURGUNDY.
Winchester, and afterwards cardinal. Governor of Paris.
Earl of Cambridge; afterwards Duke of General of the French forces in Bourdeaux.
A French Sergeant.
An old Shepherd, father to Joan la Pucelle.
MARGARET, daughter to Reignier ; afterwards inar-
ried to King Henry. Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March.
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE.
Joan La PUCELLE, commonly called Joan of Arc.
Fiends appearing to La Pucelle, Lords, Warders of
the Tower, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, Sir Thomas GARGRAVE.
and several Attendants both on the English ana Mayor of London.
French. WOODVILLE, Lieutenant of the Tower.
SCENE, - partly in England, and partly in France.
Henry the fifth, too famous to live long !
England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
Glo. England ne'er had a king until his time. Dead march. Corpse of King Henry THE FIFTH
Virtue he had, deserving to command : discovered, lying in state ; attended on by the DUKES His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams. OF BEDFORD, GLOSTER, and Exeter; the Earl
His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings : of Warwick, the Bishop of Winchester, Heralds, His sparkling eyes replete with wrathful fire, fc.
More dazzled and drove back his enemies, Bed. Hung be the heavens with black, yield day | Than mid-day sun, fierce bent against their faces to night!
What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech : Comets, importing change of times and states, He ne'er lift up his hand but conquered. Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky;
Ere. We mourn in black; Why mourn we not And with them scourge the bad revolting stars,
in blood ? That have consented unto Henry's death!
Henry is dead, and never shall revive : 474
Upon a wooden coffin we attend ;
Ere. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, And death's dishonourable victory
These tidings would call forth her flowing tides. We with our stately presence glorify,
Beit. Me they concern; regent I am of France: Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
Give me my steeled coat, I'll fight for France. What? shall we curse the planets of mishap,
Away with these disgraceful wailing robes ! That plotted thus our glory's overthrow ?
Wounds I will lend the French, instead of eyes, Or shall we think the subtle-witted French
To weep their intermissive miseries.
Enter another Messenger.
chance, So dreadful will not be, as was his sight.
France is revolted from the English quite; The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought :
Except some petty towns of no import : The church's prayers made him so prosperous. The Dauphin Charles is crowned king in Rheimg. Glo. The church! where is it? Had not church- The bastard of Orleans with him his join'd; men pray'd,
Reignier, duke of Anjou, doth take his part; His thread of life had not so soon decay'd ;
The duke of Alençon flieth to his side. None do you like but an effeminate prince,
Exe. The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him! Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.
O, whither shall we fly from this reproach? Win. Gloster, whate'er we like, thou art protector; Glo. We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats :And lookest to command the prince, and realm. Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out. Thy wife is proud ; she holdeth thee in awe,
Bed. Gloster, why doubt'st thou of my forward. More than God, or religious churchmen, may,
Enter a third Messenger.
3 Mess. My gracious lords, - - to add to your la . Let's to the altar : Heralds, wait on us :
ments, Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms ;
Wherewith you now bedew king Henry's hearse, Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead. I must inform you of a dismal fight, Posterity, await for wretched years,
Betwixt the stout lord Talbot and the French. When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck;
Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so ? Our isle be made a marish of salt tears,
3 Mess. O, no ; wherein lord Talbot was o'erAnd none but women left to wail the dead.
thrown : Henry the fifth! thy ghost I invocate;
The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
By three and twenty thousand of the French
Was round encompassed and set upon :
No leisure had he to enrank his men;
Instead whereof, sharp stakes, pluck'd out of hedges, Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture :
They pitched in the ground confusedly, Guienne, Champaigne, Rheims, Orleans,
To keep the horsemen off from breaking in. Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.
More than three hours the fight continued ; Bed. What say’st thou, man, before dead Henry's Where valiant Talbot, above human thought, corse ?
Enacted wonders with his sword and lance. Speak softly; or the loss of those great towns Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand Will make him burst his lead, and rise from death.
him ; Glo. Is Paris lost ? is Roüen 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, Ere. 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 Fastolte 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 ling'ring wars, with little cost; Hence grew the general wreck and massacre ; Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings ; Enclosed were they with their enemies : A third man thinks, without expence 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 strengil, Let not sloth dim your honours, new-begot; Durst not presume to look once in the face, Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms;
Bed. Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself, of England's coat one half is cut away.
For living idly here, ir. pomp and ense,
Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
Reig. Salisbury is a desperate homicide ; Unto his dastard foe-men is betray'd.
He fighteth as one weary of his life.
Bed. His ransome there is none but I shall pay: England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,
It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!
Lean raw-bon'd rascals ! who would e'er suppose To keep our great Saint George's feast withal : They had such courage and audacity ? Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,
Char. Let's leave this town; for they are hairWhose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.
brain'd slaves, 3 Mess. So you had need; for Orleans is besieg'd; And hunger will enforce them to be more eager : The English army is grown weak and faint : Of old I know them ; rather with their teeth The earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
The walls they'll tear down, than forsake the siege. And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,
Reig. I think, by some odd gimmals, or device, Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.
Their arms are set, like clocks, still to strike on; Ere. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn; Else ne'er could they hold out so, as they do. Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,
By my consent, we'll e'en let them alone.
Alen. Be it so.
Enter the Bastard of Orleans. Glo. I'll to the Tower, with all the haste I can, Bast. Where's the prince Dauphin? I have news To view the artillery and munition ;
for him. And then I will proclaim young Henry king. (Erit.
Char. Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.' Ere. To Eltham will I, where the young king is, Bast. Methinks, your looks are sad, your cheer Being ordain'd his special governor ;
appall’d; And for his safety there I'll best devise. [Erit. Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence ?
Win. Each hath his place and function to attend : Be not dismay’d, for succour is at hand : I am left out; for me nothing remains.
A holy maid hither with me I bring, But long I will not be Jack-out-of-office;
Which, by a vision sent to her from heaven, The king from Eltham I intend to send,
Ordained is to raise this tedious siege, And sit at chiefest stern of publick weal.
And drive the English forth the bounds of France. [Erit. Scene closes. The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,
Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome; SCENE II. - France. Before Orleans. What's past, and what's to come, she can descry.
Speak, shall I call her in ? Believe my words, Enter Charles, with his Forces ; ALENÇON,
For they are certain and unfallible.
Char. Go, call her in : [Exit Bastard.] But, first, Char. Mars his true moving, even as in the
to try her skill, heavens,
Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place : So in the earth, to this day is not known :
Question her proudly, let thy looks be stern :Late did he shine upon the English side ;
By this means shall we sound what skill she hath. Now we are victors, upon us he smiles.
[Retires. What towns of any moment, but we have ? At pleasure here we lie, near Orleans ;
Enter LA PUCELLE, Bastard of Orleans, and others. Otherwhiles, the famish'd English, like pale ghosts, Reig. Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wond'rous Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.
feats? Alen. They want their porridge, and their fat bull- Puc. Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile
beeves : Either they must be dieted like mules,
Where is the Dauphin ?- come, come from behind;
Be not amaz’d, there's nothing hid from me :
Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile. Remaineth none, but mad-brain’d Salisbury;
Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first dash. And he may well in fretting spend his gall,
Puc. Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's Nor men, nor money, bath he to make war.
daughter, Char. Sound, sound alarum; we will rush on them. My wit untraind in any kind of art. Now for the honour of the forlorn French :
Heaven, and our Lady gracious, hath it pleas'd Him I forgive my death, that killeth me,
To shine on my contemptible estate : . When he sees me go back one foot, or fly. (Exeunt. Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs, Alarums; Ercursions ; afterwards a Retreat.
And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,
God's mother deigned to appear to me :
And, in a vision full of majesty,
Her aid she promis'd, and assur'd success:
In complete glory she reveal'd herself ;
Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee. And, whereas I was black and swart before,
Bright star of Venus, fall’n down on the earth, With those clear rays which she infus'd on me, How may I reverently worship thee enough? That beauty am I bless'd with, which you see. Alen. Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege, Ask me what question thou canst possible,
Reig. Woman, do what thou canst to save our And I will answer unpremeditated :
honours ; My courage try by combat, if thou dar’st,
Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz'd. And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.
Char. Presently we'll try : - Come, let's away Resolve on this : Thou shalt be fortunate,
about it: If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.
No prophet will I trust, if she prove false. [Ereunt. Char. Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms;
SCENE III. London. Hill before the Tower. Only this proof I'll of thy valour make, In single combat thou shalt buckle with me :
Enter, at the gates, the DUKE OF Gloster, with his And, if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;
Serving-men, in blue coats. Otherwise, I renounce all confidence.
Glo. I am come to survey the Tower this day: Puc. I am prepar'd : here is my keen-edg'd sword, Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance. Deck'd with five flower-de-luces on each side ; Where be these warders, that they wait not here? The which, at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's church- Open the gates; Gloster it is that calls. yard,
[Servants knock. Out of a deal of old iron I chose forth.
1 Ward. [Within.] Who is there that knocks so Char. Then come o'God's name, I fear no woman.
imperiously? Puc. And, while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man. 1 Serv. It is the noble duke of Gloster.
[They fight. 2 Ward. [Within.] Whoe'er he be, you may not Char. Stay, stay thy hands; thou art an Amazon,
be let in. And fightest with the sword of Deborah.
1 Serv. Answer you so the lord protector, villains ? Puc. Christ's mother helps me, else I were too 1 Ward. (Within.] The Lord protect him ! so we weak.
answer him ; Char. Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must We do no otherwise than we are will’d. help me :
Glo. Who willed you? or whose will stands, but Impatiently I burn with thy desire :
mine? My heart and hands thou hast at once subdu'd. There's none protector of the realm, but I. Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize : Let me thy servant, and not sovereign, be ; Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms? 'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.
Servants rush at the Tower gates. Enter to the Puc. I must not yield to any rites of love,
gates, WOODVILLE, the Lieutenant. For my profession's sacred from above : When I have chased all thy foes from hence,
Wood. [Within.) What noise is this? what Then will I think upon a recompense.
traitors have we here? Char. Mean time, look gracious on thy prostrate
Glo. Lieutenant, is it you, whose voice I hear? thrall.
Open the gates ; here's Gloster, that would enter. Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk. Wood. [Within.] Have patience, noble duke; I Alen. Doubtless, he shrives this woman to her
may not open ; smock;
The cardinal of Winchester forbids : Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech.
From him I have express commandment, Reig. Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no
That thou, nor none of thine, shall be let in. mean?
Glo. Faint-hearted Woodville, prizest him 'fore Alen. He may mean more than we poor men do know:
Arrogant Winchester ? that haughty prelate, These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.
Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could Reig. My lord, where are you? what devise you on?
brook ? Shall we give over Orleans, or no?
Thou art no friend to God, or to the king : Puc. Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants ! Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly. Fight till the last gasp ; I will be your guard.
1 Serv. Open the gates unto the lord protector ; Char. What she says, I'll confirm ; we'll fight Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not it out.
quickly. Puc. Assign'd am I to be the English scourge. This night the siege assuredly I'll raise :
Enter WINCHESTER, attended by a Train of Servants Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days,
in tawny coats. Since I have entered into these wars.
Win. How now, ambitious Humphrey ? what Glory is like a circle in the water,
means this? Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Glo. Piel'd priest, dost thou command me to be Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
shut out? With Henry's death, the English circle ends ; Win. I do, thou most usurping proditor, Dispersed are the glories it included.
And not protector of the king or realm. Now am I like that proud insulting ship,
Glo. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator ; Which Cesar and his fortune bare at once.
Thou, that contriv'dst to murder our dead lord ; Chur. Was Mahomet inspired with a dove? Thou, that giv'st whores indulgences to sin : Thou with an eagle art inspired then.
I'll canvas thee in thy broad cardinal's hat, Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
If thou proceed in this thy insolence.