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Brandish your crystals tresses in the sky,
Glo. England ne'er had a king, until his time.
Win. He was a king bless'd of the King of kings. 3 Crystal is an epithet repeatedly bestowed on comets by our ancient writers. Thus in a Sonnet by Lord Sterline, 1604:
“ When as those chrystal comets whiles appear.” • Consented here meant conspired together to promote the death of Henry loy their malignant influence on human events. Our ancestors had but one word to express consent, and concent, which meant accord and agreement, whether of persons or things.
* There was a notion Jong prevalent that life might be taken away by metrical charms. “The Irishmen addict themselves, &c.; yea, they will not sticke to affirme that they can rime man or beast to death."
Reginald Scot's Discovery of Witchcraft, 1585 See As You Like It, Act iii. Sc. 2, note 21, p. 58.
Unto the French the dreadful judgment day
Win. Gloster, whate'er we like, thou art protector ;
Glo. Name not religion, for thou lov’st the flesh ;
babes shall suck; Our isle be made a marish 6 of salt tears, 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 Cæsar, or bright
6 The old copy has“ a nourish of salt tears,” which has been explained a nurse,” but this would be an incongruous figure. It is much more probable that it was a misprint for marish, a marsh, which Pope substituted. Ritson's quotation from the Spanish Tragedy is much to the point:
“Made mountains marsh with spring-tides of my tears." ? Pope conjectured that this blank had been supplied by the name of Francis Drake, which, though a glaring anachronism, he
Enter a Messenger.
corse ? Speak softly; or the loss of those great towns Will make him burst his lead, and rise from death,
Glo. Is Paris lost? is Roüen yielded up? If Henry were recall'd to life again, These news would cause him once more yield tlıe ghost.
Exe. How were they lost? what treachery was us’d? Mess. No treachery; but want of men and
money. Amongst the soldiers this is mutter'd, That here you maintain several factions ; And, whilst a field should be despatch'd and fought, You are disputing of your generals. One would have ling’ring wars, with little cost; Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings; A third man thinks, without expense at all, By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd. Awake, awake, English nobility! Let not sloth dim your honours, new begot : Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms; Of England's coat one half is cut away.
Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, These tidings would call forth her flowing tides 8.
Bed. Me they concern; regent I am of France : thought might have been a popular, though not judicious, mode of attracting plaudits in the theatre., Part of the arms of Drake
Johnson with great improbability prowas two blazing stars. posed Berenice.
The corrector of Mr. Collier's folio would read on bright Cassiopé.
i.e. England's flowing tides of teurs.
Give me my steeled coat, I'll fight for France.
Enter another Messenger. 2 Mess. Lords, view these letters, full of bad inis
chance, France is revolted from the English quite; Except some petty towns of no import : The Dauphin Charles is crowned king in Rheims; The bastard of Orleans with him is join’d; Reignier, duke of Anjou, doth take his part; The duke of Alençon flieth to his side. [Exit.
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 forwardness ? An army
have I muster'd in my thoughts, Wherewith already France is overrun.
Enter a third Messenger. 3 Mess. 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.
Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame ? is't so? 3 Mess. O, no ; wherein Lord Talbot was o’er
• The old copies have “full scarce the words being evidently ansposed by accident.
Was round encompassed and set upon :
army stood agaz’d on him:
grew the general wrack and massacre ;
Bed. Is Talbot slain ? then I will slay myself,
. For an account of this Sir John Fastolfe, vide Biographia Britannica, by Kippis, vol. v.; in which is his life, written by Mr. Gough. See also Anstis On the Order of the Garter; Parkins' Supplement to Blomefield's History of Norfolk ; Capel's Notes to Shakespeare, vol. ii. p. 221; and Sir John Fenn's Collection of the Paston Letters. He is said by Hall to have been degraded for cowardice; and Heylin, in his History of St. George, tells us