Exe. We mourn in black; why mourn we not in blood? Henry is dead, and never fhall revive: His thread of life had not fo foon decay'd. Glou. Name not religon, for thou lov'ft the flesh; And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st, Except it be to pray againft thy foes. Bed. Ceafe, cease these jars, and reft your minds in peace: Let's to the altar: heralds, wait on us; Inftead of gold we'll offer up our arms, Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead! When at their mother's moift eyes babes fhall fuck; * Our C * Our ille be made a Marish of falt tears, Profper this realm, keep it from civil broils, SCENE II. Enter a Messenger. Y honourable lords, health to you all; Meff Mad tidings bring I to you out of France, Of lofs, of flaughter, and difcomfiture; Bed. What fay'ft thou, man, before dead Henry's coarse? Speak foftly, or the lofs of thofe great towns Will make him burst his lead, and rife from death. Glou. Is Paris loft, and Roan yielded up? If Henry were recall'd to life again, Thefe news would caufe him once more yield the ghoft. Exe. How were they loft? what treachery was us'd? Meff. No treachery, but want of men and money. Amongst the foldiers this is muttered, That here you maintain fev'ral factions; And, whilft a field fhould be difpatch'd and fought, you are difputing of your Generals. Our ifle be made a Marilh of falt tears,] Thus it is (says Mr. Theobald) in both the Impreffions of Mr. Pope; but upon what authority I cannot fay. All the old Copies read a Nourish: And confidering it is faid in the Line immediately preceding, that Babes fhould fuck at their Mothers moift Eyes, it seems very probable that our Author wrote a Nourice. i. e. that the whole Ifland fhould be one common Nurfe or Nourisher of Tears, &c. Was there ever fuch Nonfenfe! But he did not know that Marish is an old Word for Marsh or Fen; and therefore very Judiciously thus Corrected by Mr. Pope. One One would have lingring wars with little coft; Let not floth dim your honours, new-begot; Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, These tidings would call forth their flowing tides. Bed. Me they concern, Regent I am of France. Give me my fteeled coat, I'll fight for France. Away with thefe difgraceful, wailing robes; Wounds I will lend the French, instead of eyes, To weep their intermiffive miferies. Enter to them another Messenger. 2 Meff. LORDS. view these letters, full of bad France is revolted from the English quite, [Exit. Exe. The Dauphin crowned King? all fly to him? O, whither fhall we fly from this reproach? Glou. We will not fly but to our enemies' throats. Bedford, if thou be flack, I'll fight it out. Bed. Glofter, why doubt'ft thou of my forwardness? An army have I mufter'd in my thoughts, Wherewith already France is over-run. SCENE 3 Mell. MY gracious lords, to add to your laments. Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearfe, I must inform you of a dismal fight Betwixt the ftout lord Talbot and the French. Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so ?L Having fcarce full fix thoufand in his troop, And rufh'd into the bowels of the battle, P Hence Hence grew the gen'ral wreck and maffacre; Bed. Is Talbot flain then? I will flay myself, 3 Meff. O no, he lives, but is took prifoner, And lord Scales with him, and lord Hungerford; Moft of the rest flaughter'd, or took likewife. Bed. His ranfom there is none but I fhall pay. And hardly keeps his men from mutiny; Exe. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry fworn: Either to quell the Dauphin utterly, Or bring him in obedience to your yoke. Bed. I do remember it. and here take leave, To go about my preparation. [Exit Bedford. Glou. I'll to the Tower with all the hafte I can, To view th' artillery and ammunition; And then I will proclaim young Henry King. Exe. To Eltam will I, where the [Exit Gloucefter. young King is, |