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  • Title: Henry VI, Part 1 (Folio 1, 1623)

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    Henry VI, Part 1 (Folio 1, 1623)

    The first Part of Henry the Sixt.
    O thou whose wounds become hard fauoured death,
    2255Speake to thy father, ere thou yeeld thy breath,
    Braue death by speaking, whither he will or no:
    Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy Foe.
    Poore Boy, he smiles, me thinkes, as who should say,
    Had Death bene French, then Death had dyed to day.
    2260Come, come, and lay him in his Fathers armes,
    My spirit can no longer beare these harmes.
    Souldiers adieu: I haue what I would haue,
    Now my old armes are yong Iohn Talbots graue. Dyes

    Enter Charles, Alanson, Burgundie, Bastard,
    2265and Pucell.

    Char. Had Yorke and Somerset brought rescue in,
    We should haue found a bloody day of this.
    Bast. How the yong whelpe of Talbots raging wood,
    Did flesh his punie-sword in Frenchmens blood.
    2270 Puc. Once I encountred him, and thus I said:
    Thou Maiden youth, be vanquisht by a Maide.
    But with a proud Maiesticall high scorne
    He answer'd thus: Yong Talbot was not borne
    To be the pillage of a Giglot Wench:
    2275So rushing in the bowels of the French,
    He left me proudly, as vnworthy fight.
    Bur. Doubtlesse he would haue made a noble Knight:
    See where he lyes inherced in the armes
    Of the most bloody Nursser of his harmes.
    2280 Bast. Hew them to peeces, hack their bones assunder,
    Whose life was Englands glory, Gallia's wonder.
    Char. Oh no forbeare: For that which we haue fled
    During the life, let vs not wrong it dead.
    Enter Lucie.
    2285 Lu. Herald, conduct me to the Dolphins Tent,
    To know who hath obtain'd the glory of the day.
    Char. On what submissiue message art thou sent?
    Lucy. Submission Dolphin? Tis a meere French word:
    We English Warriours wot not what it meanes.
    2290I come to know what Prisoners thou hast tane,
    And to suruey the bodies of the dead.
    Char. For prisoners askst thou? Hell our prison is.
    But tell me whom thou seek'st?
    Luc. But where's the great Alcides of the field,
    2295Valiant Lord Talbot Earle of Shrewsbury?
    Created for his rare successe in Armes,
    Great Earle of Washford, Waterford, and Valence,
    Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Vrchinfield,
    Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdon of Alton,
    2300Lord Cromwell of Wingefield, Lord Furniuall of Sheffeild,
    The thrice victorious Lord of Falconbridge,
    Knight of the Noble Order of S. George,
    Worthy S. Michael, and the Golden Fleece,
    Great Marshall to Henry the sixt,
    2305Of all his Warres within the Realme of France.
    Puc. Heere's a silly stately stile indeede:
    The Turke that two and fiftie Kingdomes hath,
    Writes not so tedious a Stile as this.
    Him that thou magnifi'st with all these Titles,
    2310Stinking and fly-blowne lyes heere at our feete.
    Lucy. Is Talbot slaine, the Frenchmens only Scourge,
    Your Kingdomes terror, and blacke Nemesis?
    Oh were mine eye-balles into Bullets turn'd,
    That I in rage might shoot them at your faces.
    2315Oh, that I could but call these dead to life,
    It were enough to fright the Realme of France.
    Were but his Picture left amongst you here,

    It would amaze the prowdest of you all.
    Giue me their Bodyes, that I may beare them hence,
    2320And giue them Buriall, as beseemes their worth.
    Pucel. I thinke this vpstart is old Talbots Ghost,
    He speakes with such a proud commanding spirit:
    For Gods sake let him haue him, to keepe them here,
    They would but stinke, and putrifie the ayre.
    2325 Char. Go take their bodies hence.
    Lucy. Ile beare them hence: but from their ashes shal
    be reard
    A Phoenix that shall make all France affear'd.
    Char. So we be rid of them, do with him what yu wilt.
    2330And now to Paris in this conquering vaine,
    All will be ours, now bloody Talbots slaine. Exit.

    Scena secunda.


    Enter King, Glocester, and Exeter.

    2335 King. Haue you perus'd the Letters from the Pope,
    The Emperor, and the Earle of Arminack?
    Glo. I haue my Lord, and their intent is this,
    They humbly sue vnto your Excellence,
    To haue a godly peace concluded of,
    2340Betweene the Realmes of England, and of France.
    King. How doth your Grace affect their motion?
    Glo. Well (my good Lord) and as the only meanes
    To stop effusion of our Christian blood,
    And stablish quietnesse on euery side.
    2345 King. I marry Vnckle, for I alwayes thought
    It was both impious and vnnaturall,
    That such immanity and bloody strife
    Should reigne among Professors of one Faith.
    Glo. Beside my Lord, the sooner to effect,
    2350And surer binde this knot of amitie,
    The Earle of Arminacke neere knit to Charles,
    A man of great Authoritie in France,
    Proffers his onely daughter to your Grace,
    In marriage, with a large and sumptuous Dowrie.
    2355 King. Marriage Vnckle? Alas my yeares are yong:
    And fitter is my studie, and my Bookes,
    Than wanton dalliance with a Paramour.
    Yet call th'Embassadors, and as you please,
    So let them haue their answeres euery one:
    2360I shall be well content with any choyce
    Tends to Gods glory, and my Countries weale.

    Enter Winchester, and three Ambassadors.

    Exet. What, is my Lord of Winchester install'd,
    And call'd vnto a Cardinalls degree?
    2365Then I perceiue, that will be verified
    Henry the Fift did sometime prophesie.
    If once he come to be a Cardinall,
    Hee'l make his cap coequall with the Crowne.
    King. My Lords Ambassadors, your seuerall suites
    2370Haue bin consider'd and debated on,
    Your purpose is both good and reasonable:
    And therefore are we certainly resolu'd,
    To draw conditions of a friendly peace,