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- $Title{King Henry VI, Part I: Act I, Scene I}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*00050.txt}
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- KING HENRY VI PART I
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- ACT I
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- SCENE I: Westminster Abbey.
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- {Dead March. Enter the Funeral of KING HENRY the
- Fifth, attended on by Dukes of BEDFORD, Regent of
- France; GLOUCESTER, Protector; and EXETER, Earl of
- WARWICK, the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, Heralds, &c.}
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- BEDFORD: 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.
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- GLOUCESTER: 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: 10
- His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings;
- His sparking 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.
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- EXETER: 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 dishonorable victory 20
- 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
- Conjurers and sorcerers, that afraid of him
- By magic verses have contrived his end?
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- BISHOP
- OF WINCHESTER: He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.
- Unto the French the dreadful judgement-day
- So dreadful will not be as was his sight. 30
- The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought:
- The church's prayers made him so prosperous.
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- GLOUCESTER: 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 over-awe.
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- BISHOP
- OF WINCHESTER: Gloucester, 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. 40
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- GLOUCESTER: Name not religion, for thou lovest the flesh,
- And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st
- Except it be to pray against thy foes.
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- BEDFORD: 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 nourish of salt tears, 50
- And none but women left to wail the dead.
- Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:
- Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils,
- Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!
- A far more glorious star thy soul will make
- Than Julius Caesar or bright----
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- {Enter a Messenger.}
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- Messenger: My honorable lords, health to you all!
- Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
- Of loss, of slaughter and discomfiture:
- Guienne, Champagne, Rheims, Orleans, 60
- Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.
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- BEDFORD: 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.
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- GLOUCESTER: Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up?
- If Henry were recall'd to life again,
- These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.
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- EXETER: How were they lost? what treachery was used?
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- Messenger: No treachery; but want of men and money.
- Amongst the soldiers this is muttered, 70
- That here you maintain several factions,
- And whilst a field should be dispatch'd and fought,
- You are disputing of your generals:
- One would have lingering wars with little cost;
- Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;
- A third thinks, without expense at all,
- By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd.
- Awake, awake, English nobility!
- Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot:
- Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms; 80
- Of England's coat one half is cut away.
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- EXETER: Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
- These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.
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- BEDFORD: Me they concern; Regent I am of France.
- Give me my steeled coat. I'll fight for France.
- Away with these disgraceful wailing robes!
- Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes,
- To weep their intermissive miseries.
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- {Enter to them another Messenger.}
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- Messenger: Lords, view these letters full of bad mischance.
- France is revolted from the English quite, 90
- Except some petty towns of no import:
- The Dauphin Charles is crowned king of Rheims;
- The Bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;
- Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part;
- The Duke of Alencon flieth to his side.
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- EXETER: The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him!
- O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?
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- GLOUCESTER: We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats.
- Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.
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- BEDFORD: Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness? 100
- An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
- Wherewith already France is overrun.
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- {Enter another Messenger.}
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- Messenger: My gracious lords, to add to your laments,
- Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse,
- I must inform you of a dismal fight
- Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.
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- BISHOP
- OF WINCHESTER: What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?
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- Messenger: O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown:
- The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
- The tenth of August last this dreadful lord, 110
- Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
- Having full scarce six thousand in his troop.
- By three and twenty thousand of the French
- Was round encompassed and set upon.
- No leisure had he to enrank his men;
- He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
- Instead whereof sharp stakes pluck'd out of hedges
- They pitched in the ground confusedly,
- To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
- More than three hours the fight continued; 120
- Where valiant Talbot above human thought
- Enacted wonders with his sword and lance:
- Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;
- Here, there, and every where, enraged he flew:
- The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms;
- All the whole army stood agazed on him:
- His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit
- A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain
- And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.
- Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up, 130
- If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward:
- He, being in the vaward, placed behind
- With purpose to relieve and follow them,
- Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
- Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;
- Enclosed were they with their enemies:
- A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
- Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back,
- Whom all France with their chief assembled strength
- Durst not presume to look once in the face. 140
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- BEDFORD: Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself,
- For living idly here in pomp and ease,
- Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
- Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd.
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- Messenger: O no, he lives; but is took prisoner,
- And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hungerford:
- Most of the rest slaughter'd or took likewise.
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- BEDFORD: His ransom there is none but I shall pay:
- I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne:
- His crown shall be the ransom of my friend; 150
- Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.
- Farewell, my masters; to my task will I;
- Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
- To keep our great Saint George's feast withal:
- Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,
- Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.
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- Messenger: So you had need; for Orleans is besieged;
- The English army is grown weak and faint:
- The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
- And hardly keeps his men from mutiny, 160
- Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.
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- EXETER: Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn,
- Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,
- Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.
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- BEDFORD: I do remember it; and here take my leave,
- To go about my preparation.
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- [Exit.]
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- GLOUCESTER: I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can,
- To view the artillery and munition;
- And then I will proclaim young Henry king.
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- [Exit.]
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- EXETER: To Eltham will I, where the young king is, 170
- Being ordain'd his special governor,
- And for his safety there I'll best devise.
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- [Exit.]
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- BISHOP
- OF WINCHESTER: Each hath his place and function to attend:
- I am left out; for me nothing remains.
- But long I will not be Jack out of office:
- The king from Eltham I intend to steal
- And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.
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- [Exeunt.]
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