110 General of the French forces in Bourdeaux. An old Shepherd, father to Joan la Pucelle. 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, Lords, Warders of the Tower, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and several Attendants both on the English and French. Scene,-partly in England, and partly in France. KING HENRY VI. PART 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, Herald, &c. Bed. Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! Comets, importing change of times and states, 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. Exe. We mourn in black; Why mourn we not in blood? Henry is dead, and never shall revive: Win. He was a king, bless'd of the King of kings. His thread of life had not so soon decay'd: Win. Gloster, whate'er we like, thou art protector ; Glo. Name not religion, for thou lov'st the flesh; 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:- Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead. Posterity, await for wretched years, When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck; And none but women left to wail the dead.~ Enter a Messenger. Mess. My honourable lords, health to you all! Sad tidings bring I to you out of France, Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture: Guienne, Champaigne, Rheims, Orleans, Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost. Bed. What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse? Speak softly; or the loss of those great towns 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 us'd? 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 ling'ring wars with little cost; Let not sloth dim your honours, new-begot: Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms; Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, These tidings would call forth her flowing tides. Bed. 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 I will lend the French, instead of eyes, Το weep their intermissive miseries. 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! O, whither shall we fly from this reproach! Glo. We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats :Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out. Bed. Gloster, why doubt'st thou of my forward ness? An army have I muster'd in my thoughts, Enter a third Messenger. 3 Mess. My gracious lords, to add to your laments, Wherewith you now bedew king Henry's hearse, Betwixt the stout lord Talbot and the French. Win What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so? 3 Mess. O, no; wherein lord Talbot was o'erthrown: |