The First Part of Henry the Sixth. Уильям Шекспир

>The First Part of Henry the Sixth

      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 OF SOMERSET, afterwards Duke

      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 SHREWSBURY

      JOHN TALBOT, his son

      EDMUND MORTIMER, EARL OF MARCH

      SIR JOHN FASTOLFE

      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

      A LAWYER

      GAOLERS, to Mortimer

      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, English and French Attendants. Fiends appearing

      to La Pucelle

       SCENE: England and France

      The First Part of King Henry the Sixth

      ACT I.

      SCENE 1

      Westminster Abbey

      Dead March. Enter the funeral of KING HENRY THE FIFTH, attended on by the DUKE OF BEDFORD, Regent of France, the DUKE OF GLOUCESTER, Protector, the DUKE OF EXETER, the EARL OF WARWICK, the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER

        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 overawe.

        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'ned 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,