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The First Part of King Henry the Sixth - ebook
The First Part of King Henry the Sixth - ebook
This historical chronicle spans a period of thirty years in English history. Starting from the death of King Henry the Fifth in 1422 and ending with the Battle of Castillon in 1453. Lancaster pays for the usurpation of power and the death of the real king. British troops are defeated in battles with France. In England, civil strife and civil war begin.
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ISBN: | 978-83-8200-249-2 |
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FRAGMENT KSIĄŻKI
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
ACT I
SCENE I Westminster Abbey.
SCENE II. France. Before Orleans
SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.
SCENE IV. Orleans.
SCENE V. The same.
SCENE VI. The Same.
ACT II
SCENE I. Before Orleans.
SCENE II. Orleans. Within the town.
SCENE III. Auvergne. The Countess's castle.
SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.
SCENE V. The Tower of London.
ACT III
SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.
SCENE II. France. Before Rouen.
SCENE III. The plains near Rouen.
SCENE IV. Paris. The palace.
ACT IV
SCENE I. Paris. A hall of state.
SCENE II. Before Bordeaux.
SCENE III. Plains in Gascony.
SCENE IV. Other plains in Gascony.
SCENE V. The English camp near Bordeaux.
SCENE VI. A field of battle.
SCENE VII. Another part of the field.
ACT V
SCENE I. London. The palace.
SCENE II. France. Plains in Anjou.
SCENE III. Before Angiers.
SCENE IV. Camp of the Duke of York in Anjou.
SCENE V. London. The royal palace.DRAMATIS PERSONAE
KING HENRY the Sixth
DUKE OF GLOUCESTER, uncle to the King, and Protector
DUKE OF BEDFORD, uncle to the King, and Regent of France
THOMAS BEAUFORT, Duke of Exeter, great-uncle to the King
HENRY BEAUFORT, great-uncle to the King, Bishop of Winchester, and afterwards Cardinal
JOHN BEAUFORT, Earl, afterwards Duke, of Somerset
RICHARD PLANTAGENET, son of Richard, late Earl of Cambridge, afterwards Duke of York
EARL OF WARWICK
EARL OF SALISBURY
EARL OF SUFFOLK
LORD TALBOT, afterwards Earl of Shrewbury
JOHN TALBOT, his son
EDMUND MORTIMER, Earl of March
SIR JOHN FASTOLFE
SIR WILLIAM LUCY
SIR WILLIAM GLANSDALE
SIR THOMAS GARGRAVE
Mayor of London
WOODVILE, Lieutenant of the Tower
VERNON, of the White-Rose or York faction
BASSET, of the Red-Rose or Lancaster faction
A Lawyer, Mortimer’s Keepers
CHARLES, Dauphin, and afterwards King, of France
REIGNIER, Duke of Anjou, and titular King of Naples
DUKE OF BURGUNDY
DUKE OF ALENCON
BASTARD OF ORLEANS
Governor of Paris
Master-Gunner of Orleans and his Son
General of the French forces in Bordeaux
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
Lords, Warders of the Tower, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers,
Messengers, and Attendants
Fiends appearing to La Pucelle
SCENE: Partly in England, and partly in FranceACT I
SCENE I. Westminster Abbey
BEDFORD.
Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!
Comets, importing change of times and states,
Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky,
And with them scourge the bad revolting stars
That have consented unto Henry’s death!
King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!
England ne’er lost a king of so much worth.
GLOUCESTER.
England ne’er had a king until his time.
Virtue he had, deserving to command:
His brandish’d sword did blind men with his beams:
His arms spread wider than a dragon’s wings;
His sparkling eyes, replete with wrathful fire,
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.
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 contriv’d his end?
WINCHESTER.
He was a king bless’d of the King of kings;
Unto the French the dreadful judgment-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.
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.
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.
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 marish 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–
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,
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.
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.
EXETER.
How were they lost? What treachery was us’d?
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 honours new-begot:
Cropp’d are the flower-de-luces in your arms;
Of England’s coat one half is cut away.
EXETER.
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