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King Henry the Sixth.
WINCHESTER, and afterwards Cardinal. John BEAUFORT, Earl of SOMERSET; afterwards, Duke. RICHARD PLANTAGENET, eldest Son of RICHARD, late
Earl of CAMBRIDGE ; afterwards Duke of York. Earl of WARWICK. Earl of SALISBURY. Earlof SUFFOLK. Lord Talbot, afterwards Earl of SHREWSBURY: John Talbot, his Son. EDMUND Mortimer, Earl of March. Mortimer's Keeper, and a Lawyer. Sir John Fastolle. Sir WILLIAM Lucy, Sir WILLIAM GLANSDALE. Sir THOMAS GARGRAVE. Mayor of London. WoodVILLE, Lieutenant of the Tower. Vernon, of the White Rose, or York Faction. BASSET, of the Red Rose, or Lancaster Faction. Charles, Dauphin, and afterwards King of FRANCE. REIGNIER, Duke of Anjou, and titular King of Naples. Duke of BURGUNDY. Duke of ALENÇON. Governor of Paris. Bastard of Orleans. Master-Gunner of Orleans, and his Son. General of the French Forces in Bourdeaux. A French Sergeant. A Porter. An old Shepherd, Father to JOAN LA Pucelle. MARGARET, Daughter to REIGNIER; afterwards married
to King Henry. Countess of AUVERGNE. JOAN LA Pucelle, commonly called JOAN of ARC. Fiends appearing to La Pucelle, Lords, Warders of the
Tower, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and several Attendants both on the English and French. SCENE, partly in England, and partly in France.
Fiends appeaHeralds, Office the English
Dead march. Corpse of King Henry the Fifth discover
ed, lying in state; attended on by the Dukes of Ben-
Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky;
Glo. England ne'er had a king, until his time.
Win. He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.
Glo. The church! where is it? Had not churchmen
Win. Gloster, whate'er we like, thou art protector; .
Glo. Name not religion, for thou lov'st the flesh; And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st, Except it be to pray against thy foes. Bed. 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 Cæsar, or bright
Enter a Messenger.