That here you maintain sev'ral-factions; And, whilst a field should be dispatch'd and fought, One would have lingring wars with little coft; Let not floth dim your honours, new-begot; Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, Enter to them another Messenger. 2 Meff. Lords, view these letters, full of bad mifchance. France is revolted from the English quite, Except fome petty towns of no import. The Dauphin Charles is crowned King in Rheims, [Exit. Exe. The Dauphin crowned King? all flie 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'st thou of my forwardness? An army have I muster'd in my thoughts, Wherewith already France is over-run. Enter a third Messenger. 3 Me. My gracious lords, to add to your laments. Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearfe, 1 muft inform you of a dismal fight Betwixt the ftout lord Talbot and the French. Win, What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't fo? 3 Meff. 3 Meff. O, no; wherein lord Talbot was o'erthrown. Having fcarce full fix thousand in his troop, And rufh'd into the bowels of the battle, A bafe Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace, (3) If Sir John Falstaffe] Mr. Pope has taken Notice, in a Note upon the third A&t of this Play, "That Falstaff is here "introduc'd again, who was dead in Henry V; the Occafion whereof is, that this Play was written before Henry IV, or "Henry V." This feems to me but an idle piece of Criticifm. It is the Historical Sir John Faftolfe, (for fo he is call'd by both our Chroniclers) that is here mention'd; who was a LieutenantGeneral in the Wars with France, Deputy Regent to the Duke of Bedford in Normandy, and a Knight of the Garter; and not the Comic Character afterwards introduced by our Author; and which was a Creature merely of his own Brain. Thruft Talbot with a fpear into the back; 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 likewise. Bed. His ranfom there is none but I fhall pay. 3 Me. So you had need, for Orleans is befieg'd; And hardly keeps his men from mutiny; Since they fo few watch fuch a multitude. Exe. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry fworn ; Either to quell the Dauphin utterly, Or bring him in obedience to your yoak. 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. [Exit Gloucefter. Exe. To Eltam will I, where the young King is, Being ordain'd his fpecial governor ; And for his fafety there I'll beft devife. [Exit. Win. Each hath his place and function to attend : [Exit. SCENE Enter Charles, Alanfon, and Reignier, marching with a drum and Soldiers. ARS his true moving, ev'n as in the Char. M heav'ns, So in the earth to this day is not known. Alan. They want their porridge, and their fat Bull Either they must be dieted, like mules, And have their provender ty'd to their mouths; Reig. Let's raife the fiege: why live we idly here. Char. Sound, found alarum: we will rush on them :: [Exeunt. [Here alarm, they are beaten back by the English with great lofs.. Re-enter Charles, Alanfon, and Reignier. Char. Who ever faw the like? what men have I?? Dogs, cowards, daftards! I would ne'er have fled, But that they left me 'midft my enemies.. Reig. Salisbury is a defp'rate homicide,. He fighteth as one weary of his life, Alan. Froyfard, a countryman of ours, records,, R. 5 During During the time Edward the Third did reign : It fendeth forth to skirmish; one to ten! Char. Let's leave this town, for they are hair-brain'd flaves, And hunger will enforce them be more eager : Of old I know them; rather with their teeth Enter the Baftard of Orleans. Baft.Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him. Dau. Baftard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us. Baft. Methinks, your looks are fad, your chear appal'd. Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence? Be not dismay'd, for fuccour is at hand : A holy maid hither with me I bring, Which by a vifion, fent to her from heav'n, And drive the English forth the bounds of France. Dau. Go call her in; but first, to try her skill, Enter Joan la Pucelle.. Reig. Fair maid, is't thou wilt do thefe wond'rous feats ? Pucel. Reignier, is't thou that thinkeft to beguile me? Where |