KING Henry VI. Duke of Gloucester, Unkle to the King, and Protector. Duke of Bedford, Unkle to the King, and Regent of France. Cardinal Beaufort, Bishop of Winchester, and Unkle likewise to the King. Duke of Exeter. Young Talbot, his Son. Richard Plantagenet, afterwards Duke of York. Woodvile, Lieutenant of the Tower. Lord Mayor of London. Vernon, of the White Rofe, or York Faction. Baffet, of the Red Rofe, or Lancaster Faction. Charles, Dauphin, and afterwards King of France. Duke of Alenfon. Bastard of Orleans. An old Shepherd, Father to Joan la Pucelle. Margaret, Daughter to Reignier, and afterwards Queen to King Henry. Joan la Pucelle, a Maid pretending to be infpir'd from Heaven, and fetting up for the Championess of France. Countess of Auvergne. Lords, Captains, Soldiers, Meffengers, and several Attendants, both on the English and French. The SCENE is partly in England, and partly in France. The The First PART of King HENRY VI. ACTI. SCENE I. Dead March. Enter the Funeral of King Henry the Fifth, attended on by the Duke of Bedford, Regent of France ; the Duke of Gloucester, Protector; the Duke of Exeter, and the Earl of Warwick, the Bishop of Winchester, and the Duke of Somerset. H BEDFORD. UNG be the Heavens with black, yield Day Comets importing change of Times and States, That have confented unto Harry's Death: His brandish'd Sword did blind Men with his Beams, Dd z His His fparkling Eyes, repleat with awful Fire, Exe. We mourn in Black, why mourn we not in Blood? Henry is dead, and never fhall revive: Upon a wooden Coffin we attend; Had not Church-men pray'd, His thread of Life had not fo foon decay'd. Win. Glofter, what e'er we like, thou art Protector, Bed. Ceafe, ceafe thefe 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. Pofterity await for wretched Years, When at their Mothers moift Eyes Babes fhall fuck, Our Ifle be made a nourish of falt Tears, And none but Women left to 'wail the dead. Henry Henry the Fifth, thy Ghost I invocate; Enter a Meffenger. Meff. My Honourable Lords, health to you all; Bed. What fay'ft thou, Man, before dead Henry's Coarse? Speak foftly, or the lofs of thofe great Towns Will make him burft his Lead, and rife from Death. Glo. Is Paris loft, and is Roan yielded up? If Henry were recall'd to Life again, Thefe News would caufe him once more yield the Ghost. That here you maintain several Factions; One would have lingring Wars with little Coft; Let not Sloth dim your Honours, new begot; Exe. Were our Tears wanting to this Funeral, Enter to them another Messenger. 2 Mess. Lords, view thefe Letters, full of bad Mifchance. France is revolted from the English quite, Dd 3 Except |