Messenger No treachery but want of men and money.Īnd whilst a field should be dispatch'd and fought, These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.ĮXETER How were they lost? what treachery was used? GLOUCESTER Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up? Will make him burst his lead and rise from death. Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.īEDFORD What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse? Sad tidings bring I to you out of France, Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils,Ĭombat with adverse planets in the heavens!Ī far more glorious star thy soul will makeĮnter a Messenger Messenger My honourable lords, health to you all! Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears,Īnd none but women left to wail the dead. When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck, Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead. Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms: GLOUCESTER Name not religion, for thou lovest the flesh,Īnd ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'stīEDFORD Cease, cease these jars and rest your minds in peace: More than God or religious churchmen may. Thy wife is proud she holdeth thee in awe, OF WINCHESTER Gloucester, whate'er we like, thou art protectorĪnd lookest to command the prince and realm. Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe. None do you like but an effeminate prince, His thread of life had not so soon decay'd: GLOUCESTER The church! where is it? Had not churchmen pray'd, The church's prayers made him so prosperous. The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought: So dreadful will not be as was his sight. Unto the French the dreadful judgement-day OF WINCHESTER He was a king bless'd of the King of kings. Or shall we think the subtle-witted FrenchĬonjurers and sorcerers, that afraid of him What! shall we curse the planets of mishap What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech:ĮXETER We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood? Than mid-day sun fierce bent against their faces. His sparking eyes, replete with wrathful fire, His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams: GLOUCESTER England ne'er had a king until his time. King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!Įngland ne'er lost a king of so much worth. Enter the Funeral of KING HENRY the Fifth, attended on by Dukes of BEDFORD, Regent of France GLOUCESTER, Protector and EXETER, Earl of WARWICK, the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, Heralds, & c BEDFORD Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!Ĭomets, importing change of times and states,īrandish your crystal tresses in the sky,Īnd with them scourge the bad revolting stars