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@@ -47,300 +47,297 @@ SCENE I. Westminster Abbey.
More dazzled and drove back his enemies
Than mid-day sun fierce bent against their faces.
What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech:
-He ne'er lift up his hand but conquered.
+He ne'er lift up his hand but conquered.
EXETER
-We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood?
-Henry is dead and never shall revive:
-Upon a wooden coffin we attend,
-And death's dishonourable victory
-We with our stately presence glorify,
-Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
-What! shall we curse the planets of mishap
-That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?
-Or shall we think the subtle-witted French
-Conjurers and sorcerers, that afraid of him
-By magic verses have contrived his end?
-BISHOP
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-OF WINCHESTER
+We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood?
+Henry is dead and never shall revive:
+Upon a wooden coffin we attend,
+And death's dishonourable victory
+We with our stately presence glorify,
+Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
+What! shall we curse the planets of mishap
+That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?
+Or shall we think the subtle-witted French
+Conjurers and sorcerers, that afraid of him
+By magic verses have contrived his end?
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+BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.
-Unto the French the dreadful judgement-day
-So dreadful will not be as was his sight.
-The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought:
-The church's prayers made him so prosperous.
+He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.
+Unto the French the dreadful judgement-day
+So dreadful will not be as was his sight.
+The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought:
+The church's prayers made him so prosperous.
GLOUCESTER
-The church! where is it? Had not churchmen pray'd,
-His thread of life had not so soon decay'd:
-None do you like but an effeminate prince,
-Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.
-BISHOP
+The church! where is it? Had not churchmen pray'd,
+His thread of life had not so soon decay'd:
+None do you like but an effeminate prince,
+Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.
-OF WINCHESTER
+BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Gloucester, whate'er we like, thou art protector
-And lookest to command the prince and realm.
-Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe,
-More than God or religious churchmen may.
+Gloucester, whate'er we like, thou art protector
+And lookest to command the prince and realm.
+Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe,
+More than God or religious churchmen may.
GLOUCESTER
-Name not religion, for thou lovest the flesh,
-And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st
-Except it be to pray against thy foes.
+Name not religion, for thou lovest the flesh,
+And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st
+Except it be to pray against thy foes.
BEDFORD
-Cease, cease these jars and rest your minds in peace:
-Let's to the altar: heralds, wait on us:
-Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms:
-Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead.
-Posterity, await for wretched years,
-When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck,
-Our isle be made a nourish 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 Caesar or bright--
+Cease, cease these jars and rest your minds in peace:
+Let's to the altar: heralds, wait on us:
+Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms:
+Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead.
+Posterity, await for wretched years,
+When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck,
+Our isle be made a nourish 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 Caesar or bright--
Enter a Messenger
Messenger
-My honourable lords, health to you all!
-Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
-Of loss, of slaughter and discomfiture:
-Guienne, Champagne, Rheims, Orleans,
-Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.
+My honourable lords, health to you all!
+Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
+Of loss, of slaughter and discomfiture:
+Guienne, Champagne, Rheims, Orleans,
+Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.
BEDFORD
-What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse?
-Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns
-Will make him burst his lead and rise from death.
+What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse?
+Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns
+Will make him burst his lead and rise from death.
GLOUCESTER
-Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up?
-If Henry were recall'd to life again,
-These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.
+Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up?
+If Henry were recall'd to life again,
+These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.
EXETER
-How were they lost? what treachery was used?
+How were they lost? what treachery was used?
Messenger
-No treachery; but want of men and money.
-Amongst the soldiers this is muttered,
-That here you maintain several factions,
-And whilst a field should be dispatch'd and fought,
-You are disputing of your generals:
-One would have lingering wars with little cost;
-Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;
-A third thinks, without expense at all,
-By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd.
-Awake, awake, English nobility!
-Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot:
-Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms;
-Of England's coat one half is cut away.
+No treachery; but want of men and money.
+Amongst the soldiers this is muttered,
+That here you maintain several factions,
+And whilst a field should be dispatch'd and fought,
+You are disputing of your generals:
+One would have lingering wars with little cost;
+Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;
+A third thinks, without expense at all,
+By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd.
+Awake, awake, English nobility!
+Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot:
+Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms;
+Of England's coat one half is cut away.
EXETER
-Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
-These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.
+Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
+These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.
BEDFORD
-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 will I lend the French instead of eyes,
-To weep their intermissive miseries.
+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 will I lend the French instead of eyes,
+To weep their intermissive miseries.
Enter to them another Messenger
Messenger
-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 of Rheims;
-The Bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;
-Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part;
-The Duke of Alencon flieth to his side.
+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 of Rheims;
+The Bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;
+Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part;
+The Duke of Alencon flieth to his side.
EXETER
-The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him!
-O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?
+The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him!
+O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?
GLOUCESTER
-We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats.
-Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.
+We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats.
+Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.
BEDFORD
-Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness?
-An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
-Wherewith already France is overrun.
+Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness?
+An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
+Wherewith already France is overrun.
Enter another Messenger
Messenger
-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.
-BISHOP
+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.
-OF WINCHESTER
+BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?
+What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?
Messenger
-O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown:
-The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
-The tenth of August last this dreadful lord,
-Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
-Having full scarce six thousand in his troop.
-By three and twenty thousand of the French
-Was round encompassed and set upon.
-No leisure had he to enrank his men;
-He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
-Instead whereof sharp stakes pluck'd out of hedges
-They pitched in the ground confusedly,
-To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
-More than three hours the fight continued;
-Where valiant Talbot above human thought
-Enacted wonders with his sword and lance:
-Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;
-Here, there, and every where, enraged he flew:
-The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms;
-All the whole army stood agazed on him:
-His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit
-A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain
-And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.
-Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up,
-If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward:
-He, being in the vaward, placed behind
-With purpose to relieve and follow them,
-Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
-Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;
-Enclosed were they with their enemies:
-A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
-Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back,
-Whom all France with their chief assembled strength
-Durst not presume to look once in the face.
+O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown:
+The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
+The tenth of August last this dreadful lord,
+Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
+Having full scarce six thousand in his troop.
+By three and twenty thousand of the French
+Was round encompassed and set upon.
+No leisure had he to enrank his men;
+He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
+Instead whereof sharp stakes pluck'd out of hedges
+They pitched in the ground confusedly,
+To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
+More than three hours the fight continued;
+Where valiant Talbot above human thought
+Enacted wonders with his sword and lance:
+Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;
+Here, there, and every where, enraged he flew:
+The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms;
+All the whole army stood agazed on him:
+His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit
+A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain
+And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.
+Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up,
+If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward:
+He, being in the vaward, placed behind
+With purpose to relieve and follow them,
+Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
+Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;
+Enclosed were they with their enemies:
+A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
+Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back,
+Whom all France with their chief assembled strength
+Durst not presume to look once in the face.
BEDFORD
-Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself,
-For living idly here in pomp and ease,
-Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
-Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd.
+Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself,
+For living idly here in pomp and ease,
+Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
+Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd.
Messenger
-O no, he lives; but is took prisoner,
-And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hungerford:
-Most of the rest slaughter'd or took likewise.
+O no, he lives; but is took prisoner,
+And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hungerford:
+Most of the rest slaughter'd or took likewise.
BEDFORD
-His ransom there is none but I shall pay:
-I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne:
-His crown shall be the ransom of my friend;
-Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.
-Farewell, my masters; to my task will I;
-Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
-To keep our great Saint George's feast withal:
-Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,
-Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.
+His ransom there is none but I shall pay:
+I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne:
+His crown shall be the ransom of my friend;
+Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.
+Farewell, my masters; to my task will I;
+Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
+To keep our great Saint George's feast withal:
+Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,
+Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.
Messenger
-So you had need; for Orleans is besieged;
-The English army is grown weak and faint:
-The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
-And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,
-Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.
+So you had need; for Orleans is besieged;
+The English army is grown weak and faint:
+The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
+And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,
+Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.
EXETER
-Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn,
-Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,
-Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.
+Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn,
+Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,
+Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.
BEDFORD
-I do remember it; and here take my leave,
-To go about my preparation.
+I do remember it; and here take my leave,
+To go about my preparation.
Exit
GLOUCESTER
-I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can,
-To view the artillery and munition;
-And then I will proclaim young Henry king.
+I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can,
+To view the artillery and munition;
+And then I will proclaim young Henry king.
Exit
EXETER
-To Eltham will I, where the young king is,
-Being ordain'd his special governor,
-And for his safety there I'll best devise.
+To Eltham will I, where the young king is,
+Being ordain'd his special governor,
+And for his safety there I'll best devise.
Exit
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER
+BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Each hath his place and function to attend:
-I am left out; for me nothing remains.
-But long I will not be Jack out of office:
-The king from Eltham I intend to steal
-And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.
+Each hath his place and function to attend:
+I am left out; for me nothing remains.
+But long I will not be Jack out of office:
+The king from Eltham I intend to steal
+And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.
Exeunt
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