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GEORGE STEEVENS, ESQ.
SKETCH OF THE LIFE OF SHAKSPEARE
IN TWO VOLUMES.
STEREOTYPED BY J. HOW-PHILADELPHIA
M'CARTY &!DAVIS, AND H. C. CAREY & I LEA.
KING HENRY VI.
PERSONS REPRESENTED. King Henry the Sixth.
Vernon, of the white rose, or York faction. Drike of Gloster, uncle to the king, and protector. Basset, of the red rose, or Lancaster faction. Duke of Bedford, uncle to the king, and regent Charles, dauphin, and afterwards king of France. of France.
Reignier,duke of Anjou,and titular king of Naples. Thoinas Beaufort, duke of Exeter, great uncle to Duke of Burgundy. Duke of Alençon. the king..
Governor of Paris. Bastard of Orleans. Henry Beaufort, great uncle to the king, bishop of Master-gunner of Orleans, and his son.
Winchester, and afterwards cardinal. General of the French forces in Bourdeaux. John Beaufort, earl of Somerset ; afterwards duke. A French Sergeant. A Porter. Richard Plantagenet, eldest son of Richard, late An old shepherd, father to Joan la Pucelle.
earl of Cambridge; afterwards duke of York. Earl of Warwick. Earl of Salisbury.
Margaret, daughter to Reignier ; afterwards marEarl of Suffolk.
ried to King Henry. Countess of Auvergne. Lord Talbot, afterwards earl of Shrewsbury.
Joan la Pucelle, commonly called Joan of Arc. John Talbot, his son,
Fiends appearing to La Pucelle, lords, warders Edmund Mortimer, earl of March.
of the Tower, heralds, officers, soldiers, mesMortimer's keeper, and a lawyer.
sengers, and several attendants, both on the Sir John Fastolfe. Sir William Lucy.
English and French. Sir William Glansdale. Sir Thomas Gargrave. Mayor of London. Woodville, lieut.of the Tower.ll Scene, partly in England, and partly in France.
That plotted thus our glory's overthrow ?
Or shall we think the subtle-witted French SCENE I:-Westminster Abbey: Dead march. || Conjurers and sorcerers, that, afraid of him,
Corpse of King Henry the Fifth discovered, By magic verses2 have contriv'd his end? lying in state ; attended on by the Dukes of
Win. He was a king blessed of the King of kings. Bedford, Gloster, and Exeter; the Earl of War-|| Unto the French the dreadful judgment day wick, the Bishop of Winchester, Heralds, &c. || 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.
Glo. The church! where is it? Had not churcbHUNG be the heavens with black,l yield day to men pray'd, night!
His thread of life had not so soon decay'd: Comets, importing change of times and states, None do you like but an effeminate prince, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky;
Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe. And with them scourge the bad revolting stars, Win. Gloster, whate'er we like, thou art proThat have consented unto Henry's death!
tector; Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long! And lookest to command the prince, and realm. England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. Thy wife is proud ; she holdeth thee in awe,
Glo. England ne'er had a king, until his time. More than God, or religious churchmen, may. Virtue he had, deserving to command:
Glo. Name not religion, for thou lov'st the flesh; His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams;|| And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st, His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings; Except it be to pray against thy foes. His sparkling eyes replete with wrathful fire, Bed. Cease, cease these jars, and rest your minds More dazzled and drove back his enemies,
in peace! Than mid-day sun, fierce bent against their faces. Let's to the altar:- Heralds, wait on us : What should'I say? his deeds exceed all speech: Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms; He ne'er lift up his hand, but conquered. Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead. -Exe. We mourn in black; Why mourn we not Posterity, await for wretched years, in blood ?
When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck, Henry is dead, and never shall revive:
Our isle be made a nourish3 of salt tears, Upoa a wooden coffin we attend;
And none but women left to wail the dead. And death's dishonourable victory
Henry the Fifth! thy ghost I invocate; We with our stately presence glorify,
Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils ! Like captives bound to a triumphant car. Combat with adverse planets in the heavens ! What! shall we curse the planets of mishap,
(2) There was a notion long prevalent, that life (1) Alluding to our ancient stage-practice when might be taken away by metrical charms. a tragedy was to be acted
(3) Nurse was anciently so spelt