The First Part of King Henry the Sixth E-Book

William Shakespeare

• Herausgeber: Ktoczyta.pl
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

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.

Leseprobe

Contents

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 France

ACT I

SCENE I. 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, Heralds, &c.]

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–

[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,

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.

Were our tears wanting to this funeral,

These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.

BEDFORD.

Me they concern; Regent I am of France.

Give me my steeled coat. I’ll fight for France.

Away with these disgraceful wailing robes!

Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes,

To weep their intermissive miseries.

[Enter to them another Messenger.]

MESSENGER.

Lords, view these letters full of bad mischance.

France is revolted from the English quite,

Except some petty towns of no import:

The Dauphin Charles is crowned king in Rheims;

The Bastard of Orleans with him is join’d;

Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part;

The Duke of Alencon flieth to his side.

EXETER.

The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him!

O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?

GLOUCESTER.

We will not fly, but to our enemies’ throats.

Bedford, if thou be slack, I’ll fight it out.

BEDFORD.

Gloucester, why doubt’st thou of my forwardness?

An army have I muster’d in my thoughts,

Wherewith already France is overrun.

[Enter another Messenger.]

MESSENGER.

My gracious lords, to add to your laments,

Wherewith you now bedew King Henry’s hearse,

I must inform you of a dismal fight

Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.

WINCHESTER.

What! wherein Talbot overcame? is’t so?

MESSENGER.

O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o’erthrown:

The circumstance I’ll tell you more at large.

The tenth of August last this dreadful lord,

Retiring from the siege of Orleans,

Having full scarce six thousand in his troop,

By three and twenty thousand of the French

Was round encompassed and set upon.

No leisure had he to enrank his men;

He wanted pikes to set before his archers;

Instead whereof sharp stakes pluck’d out of hedges

They pitched in the ground confusedly,

To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.

More than three hours the fight continued;

Where valiant Talbot above human thought

Enacted wonders with his sword and lance:

Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;

Here, there, and every where, enrag’d he slew:

The French exclaim’d, the devil was in arms;

All the whole army stood agaz’d on him.

His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit

A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain,

And rush’d into the bowels of the battle.

Here had the conquest fully been seal’d up,

If Sir John Fastolfe had not play’d the coward.

He, being in the vaward, plac’d behind

With purpose to relieve and follow them,

Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.

Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;

Enclosed were they with their enemies:

A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin’s grace,

Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back;

Whom all France with their chief assembled strength

Durst not presume to look once in the face.

BEDFORD.

Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself,

For living idly here in pomp and ease,

Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,

Unto his dastard foemen is betray’d.

MESSENGER.

O no, he lives; but is took prisoner,