The first Part of Henry the SixtAlanson.Froysard, a Countreyman of ours, records,
England all
Oliuers and
Rowlands breed,
During the time
Edward the third did raigne:
[210]
More truly now may this be verified;For none but
Samsons and
GoliassesIt sendeth forth to skirmish: one to tenne?Leane raw‑bon'd Rascals, who would e're suppose,They had such courage and audacitie?Charles.
[215]
Let's leaue this Towne,For they are hayre‑brayn'd Slaues,And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:Of old I know them; rather with their TeethThe Walls they'le teare downe, then forsake the Siege.Reigneir.
[220]
I thinke by someodde Gimmors or DeuiceTheir Armes are set, like Clocks, still to strike on;Else ne're could they hold out so as they doe:By my consent, wee'le euen let them alone.Alanson.Be it so.Enter the Bastard of Orleance.Bastard.
[225]
Where's the Prince Dolphin? I haue newes
for him.
Dolph.Bastard of Orleance, thrice welcome to vs.Bast.Me thinks your looks are sad, your chear appal'd.Hath the late ouerthrow wrought this offence?Be not dismay'd, for succour is at hand:
[230]
A holy Maid hither with me I bring,Which by a Vision sent to her from Heauen,Ordayned is to rayse this tedious Siege,And driue the English forth the bounds of France:The spirit of deepe Prophecie she hath,
[235]
Exceeding the nine
Sibyls of old Rome:
What's past, and what's to come, she can descry.Speake, shall I call her in
? beleeue my words,
For they are certaine, and vnfallible.Dolph.Goe call her in: but first, to try her skill,
[240]
Reignier stand thou as Dolphin in my place;
Question her prowdly, let thy Lookes be sterne,By this meanes shall we sound what skill she hath.Enter Ioane Puzel.Reigneir.Faire Maid, is't thou wilt doe these won
drous feats?
Puzel.Reignier,is't thou that thinkest to beguile me?
[245]
Where is the Dolphin? Come, come from behinde,I know thee well, though neuer seene before.Be not amaz'd, there's nothing hid from me;In priuate will I talke with thee apart:Stand back you Lords, and giue vs leaue a while.Reigneir.
[250]
She takes vpon her brauely at first dash.Puzel.Dolphin, I am by birth a Shepheards Daughter,My wit vntrayn'd in any kind of Art:Heauen and our Lady gracious hath it pleas'dTo shine on my contemptible estate.
[255]
Loe, whilest I wayted on my tender Lambes,And to Sunnes parching heat display'd my cheekes,Gods Mother deigned to appeare to me,And in a Vision full of Maiestie,Will'd me to leaue my base Vocation,
[260]
And free my Countrey from Calamitie:Her ayde she promis'd, and assur'd successe.In compleat Glory shee reueal'd her selfe:And whereas I was black and swart before,With those cleare Rayes, which shee infus'd on me,
Aske me what question thou canst possible,And I will answer vnpremeditated:My Courage trie by Combat, if thou dar'st,And thou shalt finde that I exceed my Sex.
[270]
Resolue on this, thou shalt be fortunate,If thou receiue me for thy Warlike Mate.Dolph.Thou hast astonisht me with thy high termes:Onely this proofe Ile of thy Valour make,In single Combat thou shalt buckle with me;
[275]
And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true,Otherwise I renounce all confidence.Puzel.I am prepar'd: here is my keene‑edg'd Sword,Deckt with fine Flower‑de‑Luces on each side,The which at Touraine, in
S.
SaintKatherines Church‑yard,
[280]
Out of a great deale of old Iron, I chose forth.Dolph.Then come a Gods name, I feare no woman.Puzel.And while I liue, Ile ne're flye from a man.Here they fight, and Ioane de Puzel overcomes.Dolph.Stay, stay thy hands, thou art an Amazon,And fightest with the Sword of
Debora.
Puzel.
[285]
Christs Mother helpes me, else I were too
weake.
Dolph.Who e're helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me:Impatiently I burne with thy desire,My heart and hands thou hast at once subdu'd.Excellent
Puzel, if thy name be so,
[290]
Let me thy seruant, and not Soueraigne be,'Tis the French Dolphin sueth to thee thus.Puzel.I must not yeeld to any rights of Loue,For my Profession's sacred from aboue:When I haue chased all thy Foes from hence,
[295]
Then will I thinke vpon a recompence.Dolph.Meane time looke gracious on thy prostrate
Thrall.
Reigneir.My Lord me thinkes is very long in talke.Alans.Doubtlesse he shriues this woman to her smock,Else ne're could he so long protract his speech.Reigneir.
[300]
Shall wee disturbe him, since hee keepes no
meane?
Alan.He may meane more then we poor men do know,These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.Reigneir.My Lord, where are you? what deuise you on?Shall we giue o're Orleance, or no?Puzel.
[305]
Why no, I say: distrustfull Recreants,Fight till the last gaspe: Ile be your guard.Dolph.What shee sayes, Ile confirme: wee'le fight
it out.
Puzel.Assign'd am I to be the English Scourge.This night the Siege assuredly Ile rayse:
[310]
Expect Saint
Martins Summer,
Halcyons dayes,
Since I haue entred into these Warres.Glory is like a Circle in the Water,Which neuer ceaseth to enlarge it selfe,Till by broad spreading, it disperse to naught.
[315]
With
Henries death, the English Circle ends,
Dispersed are the glories it included:Now am I like that prowd insulting Ship,Which
Cæsar and his fortune bare at once.
Dolph.Was
Mahomet inspired with a Doue?
[320]
Thou with an Eagle art inspired then.Helen, the Mother of Great
Constantine,
Nor yet
S.
SaintPhilips daughters were like thee.
Bright Starre of
Venus, falne downe on the Earth,
How may I reuerently worship thee enough?Alanson.
[325]
Leaue off delayes, and let vs rayse the
Siege.
Reigneir. Wo
Actus Primus. Scœna Prima.
[Act 1, Scene 1]
Dead March.Enter the Funerall of King Henry the Fift, attended on by
the Duke of Bedford, Regent of France; the Duke
of Gloster, Protector; the Duke of Exeter War
wicke, the Bishop of Winchester, and
the Duke of Somerset.
Bedford.HVng be yͤ heauens with black, yield day to night;
Comets importing change of Times and States,Brandish your crystall Tresses in the Skie,And with them scourge the bad reuolting Stars,
[5]
That haue consented vnto
Henries death:
King
Henry the fift, too famous to liue long,
England ne're lost a King of so much worth.Glost.England ne're had a King vntill his time:Vertue he had, deseruing to command,
[10]
His brandisht Sword did blinde men with his beames,His Armes spred wider then a Dragons Wings:His sparkling Eyes, repleat with wrathfull fire,More dazled and droue back his Enemies,Then mid‑day Sunne, fierce bent against their faces.
[15]
What should I say? his Deeds exceed all speech:He ne're lift vp his Hand, but conquered.Exe.We mourne in black, why mourn we not in blood?Henry is dead, and neuer shall reuiue:
Vpon a Woodden Coffin we attend;
[20]
And Deaths dishonourable Victorie,We with our stately presence glorifie,Like Captiues bound to a Triumphant Carre.What? shall we curse the Planets of Mishap,That plotted thus our Glories ouerthrow?
[25]
Or shall we thinke the subtile‑witted French,Coniurers and Sorcerers, that afraid of him,By Magick Verses haue contriu'd his end.Winch.He was a King, blest of the King of Kings.Vnto the French, the dreadfull Iudgement‑Day
[30]
So dreadfull will not be, as was his sight.The Battailes of the Lord of Hosts he fought:The Churches Prayers made him so prosperous.Glost.The Church? where is it?Had not Church‑men pray'd,
[35]
His thred of Life had not so soone decay'd.None doe you like, but an effeminate Prince,Whom like a Schoole‑boy you may ouer‑awe.Winch.Gloster, what ere we like, thou art Protector,
And lookest to command the Prince and Realme.
[40]
Thy Wife is prowd, she holdeth thee in awe,More then God or Religious Church‑men may.Glost.Name not Religion, for thou lou'st the Flesh,And ne're throughout the yeere to Church thou go'st,Except it be to pray against thy foes.Bed.
[45]
Cease, cease these Iarres, & rest your minds in peace:Let's to the Altar: Heralds wayt on vs;In stead of Gold, wee'le offer vp our Armes,Since Armes auayle not, now that
Henry's dead,
Posteritie await for wretched yeeres,
[50]
When at their Mothers moistned eyes, Babes shall suck,Our Ile be made a Nourish of salt Teares,And none but Women left to wayle the dead.Henry the Fift, thy Ghost I inuocate:
Prosper this Realme, keepe it from Ciuill Broyles,
[55]
Combat with aduerse Planets in the Heauens;A farre more glorious Starre thy Soule will make,Then
Iulius Cæsar, or bright‑‑‑‑
Enter a Messenger.Mess.My honourable Lords, health to you all;Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
[60]
Of losse, of slaughter, and discomfiture:Guyen, Champaigne, Rheimes, Orleance,Paris Guysors, Poicters, are all quite lost.Bedf.What say'st thou man, before dead
Henry's Coarse?
Speake softly, or the losse of those great Townes
[65]
Will make him burst his Lead, and rise from death.Glost.Is Paris lost? is Roan yeelded vp?If
Henry were recall'd to life againe,
These news would cause him once more yeeld the Ghost.Exe.How were they lost? what trecherie was vs'd?Mess.
[70]
No trecherie, but want of Men and Money.Amongst the Souldiers this is muttered,That here you maintaine seuer
ll Factions:
And whil'st a Field should be dispatcht and fought,You are disputing of your Generals.
[75]
One would haue lingring Warres, with little cost;Another would flye swift, but wanteth Wings:A third thinkes, without expence at all,By guilefull faire words, Peace may be obtayn'd.Awake, awake, English Nobilitie,
[80]
Let not slouth dimme your Honors, new begot;Cropt are the Flower‑de‑Luces in your ArmesOf Englands Coat, one halfe is cut away.Exe.Were our Teares wanting to this Funerall,These Tidings would call forth her flowing Tides.Bedf.
[85]
Me they concerne, Regent I am of France:Giue me my steeled Coat, Ile fight for France.Away with these disgracefull wayling Robes;Wounds will I lend the French, in stead of Eyes,To weepe their intermissiue Miseries.Enter to them another Messenger.Mess.
[90]
Lords view these Letters, full of bad mischance.France is reuolted from the English quite,Except some petty Townes, of no import.The Dolphin
Charles is crowned King in Rheimes:
The Bastard of Orleance with him is ioyn'd:
[95]
Reynold, Duke of Aniou, doth take his part,
The Duke of Alanson flyeth to his side.Exit.Exe.The Dolphin crown'd King? all flye to him?O whither shall we flye from this reproach?Glost.We will not flye, but to our enemies throats.
[100]
Bedford, if thou be slacke, Ile fight it out.
Bed.Gloster, why doubtst thou of my forwardnesse?
An Army haue I muster'd in my thoughts,Wherewith already France is ouer‑run.Enter another Messenger.Mes.My gracious Lords, to adde to your laments,
[105]
Wherewith you now bedew King
Henries hearse,
I must informe you of a dismall fight,Betwixt the stout Lord
Talbot, and the French.
Win.What? wherein
Talbot ouercame, is't so?
3. Mes.O no: wherein Lord
Talbot was o'rethrown:
[110]
The circumstance Ile tell you more at large.The tenth of August last, this dreadfull Lord,Retyring from the Siege of Orleance,Hauing full scarce six thousand in his troupe,By three and twentie thousand of the French
[115]
Was round incompassed, and set vpon:No leysure had he to enranke his men.He wanted Pikes to set before his Archers:In stead whereof, sharpe Stakes pluckt out of HedgesThey pitched in the ground confusedly,
[120]
To keepe the Horsemen off, from breaking in.More then three houres the fight continued:Where valiant
Talbot, aboue humane thought,
Enacted wonders with his Sword and Lance.Hundreds he sent to Hell, and none durst stand him:
[125]
Here, there, and euery where enrag'd, he slew.The French exclaym'd, the Deuill was in Armes,All the whole Army stood agaz'd on him.His Souldiers spying his vndaunted Spirit,A
Talbot, a
Talbot, cry'd out amaine,
[130]
And rusht into the Bowels of the Battaile.Here had the Conquest fully been seal'd vp,If Sir
Iohn Falstaffe had not play'd the Coward.
He being in the Vauward, plac't behinde,With purpose to relieue and follow them,
[135]
Cowardly fled, not hauing struck one stroake.Hence grew the generall wrack and massacre:Enclosed were they with their Enemies.A base Wallon, to win the Dolphins grace,Thrust
Talbot with a Speare into the Back,
[140]
Whom all France, with their chiefe assembled strength,Durst not presume to looke once in the face.Bedf.Is
Talbot slaine then? I will slay my selfe,
For liuing idly here, in pompe and ease,Whil'st such a worthy Leader, wanting ayd,
[145]
Vnto his dastard foe‑men is betray'd.3. Mess.O no, he liues, but is tooke Prisoner,And Lord
Scales with him, and Lord
Hungerford:Most of the rest slaughter'd, or tooke likewise.Bedf.His Ransome there is none but I shall pay.
[150]
Ile hale the Dolphin headlong from his Throne,His Crowne shall be the Ransome of my friend:Foure of their Lords Ile change for one of ours.Farwell my Masters, to my Taske will I,Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
[155]
To keepe our great Saint
Georges Feast withall.
Ten thousand Souldiers with me I will take,Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.3. Mess.So you had need, for Orleance is besieg'd,The English Army is growne weake and faint:
[160]
The Earle of Salisbury craueth supply,And hardly keepes his men from mutinie,Since they so few, watch such a multitude.Exe.Remember Lords your Oathes to
Henry sworne:
Eyther to quell the Dolphin vtterly,
[165]
Or bring him in obedience to your yoake.Bedf.I doe remember it, and here take my leaue,To goe about my preparation.Exit Bedford.Glost.Ile to the Tower with all the hast I can,To view th'Artillerie and Munition,
[170]
And then I will proclayme young
Henry King.
Exit Gloster.Exe.To Eltam will I, where the young King is,Being ordayn'd his speciall Gouernor,And for his safetie there Ile best deuise.Exit.Winch.Each hath his Place and Function to attend:
[175]
I am left out; for me nothing remaines:But long I will not be Iack out of Office,The King from Eltam I intend to send,And sit at chiefest Sterne of publique Weale.Exit.
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<hi rend="italic">Gloster</hi>, what ere we like, thou art Protector,</l>
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<l n="45">Cease, cease these Iarres, & rest your minds in peace:</l>
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<l n="47">In stead of Gold, wee'le offer vp our Armes,</l>
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<l n="49">Posteritie await for wretched yeeres,</l>
<l n="50">When at their Mothers moistned eyes, Babes shall suck,</l>
<l n="51">Our Ile be made a Nourish of salt Teares,</l>
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<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>the Fift, thy Ghost I inuocate:</l>
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<l n="59">Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,</l>
<l n="60">Of losse, of slaughter, and discomfiture:</l>
<l n="61">Guyen, Champaigne, Rheimes, Orleance,</l>
<l n="62">Paris Guysors, Poicters, are all quite lost.</l>
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<l n="76">Another would flye swift, but wanteth Wings:</l>
<l n="77">A third thinkes, without expence at all,</l>
<l n="78">By guilefull faire words, Peace may be obtayn'd.</l>
<l n="79">Awake, awake, English Nobilitie,</l>
<l n="80">Let not slouth dimme your Honors, new begot;</l>
<l n="81">Cropt are the Flower‑de‑Luces in your Armes</l>
<l n="82">Of Englands Coat, one halfe is cut away.</l>
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<l n="83">Were our Teares wanting to this Funerall,</l>
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<l n="85">Me they concerne, Regent I am of France:</l>
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<l n="87">Away with these disgracefull wayling Robes;</l>
<l n="88">Wounds will I lend the French, in stead of Eyes,</l>
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<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter to them another Messenger.</stage>
<sp who="#F-1h6-mes">
<speaker rend="italic">Mess.</speaker>
<l n="90">Lords view these Letters, full of bad mischance.</l>
<l n="91">France is reuolted from the English quite,</l>
<l n="92">Except some petty Townes, of no import.</l>
<l n="93">The Dolphin<hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>is crowned King in Rheimes:</l>
<l n="94">The Bastard of Orleance with him is ioyn'd:</l>
<l n="95">
<hi rend="italic">Reynold</hi>, Duke of Aniou, doth take his part,</l>
<l n="96">The Duke of Alanson flyeth to his side.</l>
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<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<sp who="#F-1h6-exe">
<speaker rend="italic">Exe.</speaker>
<l n="97">The Dolphin crown'd King? all flye to him?</l>
<l n="98">O whither shall we flye from this reproach?</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h6-glo">
<speaker rend="italic">Glost.</speaker>
<l n="99">We will not flye, but to our enemies throats.</l>
<l n="100">
<hi rend="italic">Bedford</hi>, if thou be slacke, Ile fight it out.</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h6-bed">
<speaker rend="italic">Bed.</speaker>
<l n="101">
<hi rend="italic">Gloster</hi>, why doubtst thou of my forwardnesse?</l>
<l n="102">An Army haue I muster'd in my thoughts,</l>
<l n="103">Wherewith already France is ouer‑run.</l>
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<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter another Messenger.</stage>
<sp who="#F-1h6-mes">
<speaker rend="italic">Mes.</speaker>
<l n="104">My gracious Lords, to adde to your laments,</l>
<l n="105">Wherewith you now bedew King<hi rend="italic">Henries</hi>hearse,</l>
<l n="106">I must informe you of a dismall fight,</l>
<l n="107">Betwixt the stout Lord<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>, and the French.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-win">
<speaker rend="italic">Win.</speaker>
<l n="108">What? wherein<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>ouercame, is't so?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-mes.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3. Mes.</speaker>
<l n="109">O no: wherein Lord<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>was o'rethrown:</l>
<l n="110">The circumstance Ile tell you more at large.</l>
<l n="111">The tenth of August last, this dreadfull Lord,</l>
<l n="112">Retyring from the Siege of Orleance,</l>
<l n="113">Hauing full scarce six thousand in his troupe,</l>
<l n="114">By three and twentie thousand of the French</l>
<l n="115">Was round incompassed, and set vpon:</l>
<l n="116">No leysure had he to enranke his men.</l>
<l n="117">He wanted Pikes to set before his Archers:</l>
<l n="118">In stead whereof, sharpe Stakes pluckt out of Hedges</l>
<l n="119">They pitched in the ground confusedly,</l>
<l n="120">To keepe the Horsemen off, from breaking in.</l>
<l n="121">More then three houres the fight continued:</l>
<l n="122">Where valiant<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>, aboue humane thought,</l>
<l n="123">Enacted wonders with his Sword and Lance.</l>
<l n="124">Hundreds he sent to Hell, and none durst stand him:</l>
<l n="125">Here, there, and euery where enrag'd, he slew.</l>
<l n="126">The French exclaym'd, the Deuill was in Armes,</l>
<l n="127">All the whole Army stood agaz'd on him.</l>
<l n="128">His Souldiers spying his vndaunted Spirit,</l>
<l n="129">A<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>, a<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>, cry'd out amaine,</l>
<l n="130">And rusht into the Bowels of the Battaile.</l>
<l n="131">Here had the Conquest fully been seal'd vp,</l>
<l n="132">If Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn Falstaffe</hi>had not play'd the Coward.</l>
<l n="133">He being in the Vauward, plac't behinde,</l>
<l n="134">With purpose to relieue and follow them,</l>
<l n="135">Cowardly fled, not hauing struck one stroake.</l>
<l n="136">Hence grew the generall wrack and massacre:</l>
<l n="137">Enclosed were they with their Enemies.</l>
<l n="138">A base Wallon, to win the Dolphins grace,</l>
<l n="139">Thrust<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>with a Speare into the Back,</l>
<l n="140">Whom all France, with their chiefe assembled strength,</l>
<l n="141">Durst not presume to looke once in the face.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-bed">
<speaker rend="italic">Bedf.</speaker>
<l n="142">Is<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>slaine then? I will slay my selfe,</l>
<l n="143">For liuing idly here, in pompe and ease,</l>
<l n="144">Whil'st such a worthy Leader, wanting ayd,</l>
<l n="145">Vnto his dastard foe‑men is betray'd.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-mes.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3. Mess.</speaker>
<l n="146">O no, he liues, but is tooke Prisoner,</l>
<l n="147">And Lord<hi rend="italic">Scales</hi>with him, and Lord<hi rend="italic">Hungerford:</hi>
</l>
<l n="148">Most of the rest slaughter'd, or tooke likewise.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-bed">
<speaker rend="italic">Bedf.</speaker>
<l n="149">His Ransome there is none but I shall pay.</l>
<l n="150">Ile hale the Dolphin headlong from his Throne,</l>
<l n="151">His Crowne shall be the Ransome of my friend:</l>
<l n="152">Foure of their Lords Ile change for one of ours.</l>
<cb n="2"/>
<l n="153">Farwell my Masters, to my Taske will I,</l>
<l n="154">Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,</l>
<l n="155">To keepe our great Saint<hi rend="italic">Georges</hi>Feast withall.</l>
<l n="156">Ten thousand Souldiers with me I will take,</l>
<l n="157">Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-mes.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3. Mess.</speaker>
<l n="158">So you had need, for Orleance is besieg'd,</l>
<l n="159">The English Army is growne weake and faint:</l>
<l n="160">The Earle of Salisbury craueth supply,</l>
<l n="161">And hardly keepes his men from mutinie,</l>
<l n="162">Since they so few, watch such a multitude.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-exe">
<speaker rend="italic">Exe.</speaker>
<l n="163">Remember Lords your Oathes to<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>sworne:</l>
<l n="164">Eyther to quell the Dolphin vtterly,</l>
<l n="165">Or bring him in obedience to your yoake.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-bed">
<speaker rend="italic">Bedf.</speaker>
<l n="166">I doe remember it, and here take my leaue,</l>
<l n="167">To goe about my preparation.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Bedford.</stage>
<sp who="#F-1h6-glo">
<speaker rend="italic">Glost.</speaker>
<l n="168">Ile to the Tower with all the hast I can,</l>
<l n="169">To view th'Artillerie and Munition,</l>
<l n="170">And then I will proclayme young<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>King.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Gloster.</stage>
<sp who="#F-1h6-exe">
<speaker rend="italic">Exe.</speaker>
<l n="171">To Eltam will I, where the young King is,</l>
<l n="172">Being ordayn'd his speciall Gouernor,</l>
<l n="173">And for his safetie there Ile best deuise.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<sp who="#F-1h6-win">
<speaker rend="italic">Winch.</speaker>
<l n="174">Each hath his Place and Function to attend:</l>
<l n="175">I am left out; for me nothing remaines:</l>
<l n="176">But long I will not be Iack out of Office,</l>
<l n="177">The King from Eltam I intend to send,</l>
<l n="178">And sit at chiefest Sterne of publique Weale.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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