THE HISTORY OF Henry the Fifth AND THE TRAGEDY OF MUSTAPHA Son of SOLYMAN the Magnificent As they were Acted at his Highness the Duke of York's THEATER Written by The Right Honourable the Earl of ORRERY LONDON Printed for H. Herringman at the Sign of the Blew Anchor in the Lower Walk of the New Exchange 1668. The Persons King Henry the Fifth Mr. Harris Duke of Bedford his Brother Mr. Vnderhill Duke of Exeter his Uncle Mr. Cogan Earl of Warwick Mr. Aingel Bishop of Canterbury Mr. Lylinston Owen Tudor the King's Favourite Mr. Betterton The Dauphin Mr. Young Duke of Burgundy Mr. Smith Earl of Chareloys his Son Mr. Cadiman Constable of France Mr. Iames Noke De Chastel the Dauphin's Creature Mr. Norris Bishop of Arras Mr. Samford Count of Blamount Mr. Medborne Monsieur Colemore Mr. Floyd Queen of France Mrs. Long. Princess Katherine her Daughter Mrs. Betterton Princess Anne of Burgundy Mrs. Davis The Countess of La Marr. Mrs. Norris French Ladies Heralds Guards Henry the Fifth THE FIRST ACT. Enter King Henry the 5th the Duke of Exeter the Duke of Bedford and Owen Tudor with their Attendants King THis is the day in which our Valour must Prove to the French our claim to France is just Since 't will no other way be understood It must be writ in Characters of blood By injuries they us to Battel call Denying us our part they forfeit all 'T is fit in number they should us exceed That odds the French against the English need That odds which both obliges them and me Brings them to Fight and us to Victory Exeter Heav'n left us purposely but few for fight To shew the world by your success your right Bedford They seem t' acknowledge Heav'n is not their Friend Since on their boasted numbers they depend Which when their cause is reckon'd we should prize As Heav'n accounts them for a Sacrifice Enter Earl of Warwick Exeter The Earl of Warwick in his looks does bring Some News of high importance to the King Warw. Arm Arm Great Sir the Foe is in our view And has a Herauld sent to challenge you King Tell him I in this Field possess all France From which I 'le ne're retire but may advance In vain they threaten War or promise Peace They boast their numbers which we wish not less They are enow both to destroy and save But were they more they here might find a Grave Take care the Herauld so rewarded be That he may know his Message pleases me Under their Standards as I order'd you Are all my Troops fixt in the form I drew Warw. They are and like one face all looks agree Resolving and fore-telling Victory King Who e're a room to other thoughts affords Injures our Quarrel and mistakes our Swords Warw. How short a time and narrow space of ground Is 't 'twixt your Conquest and your being Crown'd King To make both shorter I will straight advance And by two Titles wear the Crown of France Uncle to your command with speed repair The right wing Brother does expect your care Both to the field of Battel lead the way Whilst but a moment I with Tudor stay Exeunt Exeter Bedford Warwick Oh my Best Friend thy sadness I must blame Tudor appears Canst thou now think on any thing but Fame Tudor When I reflect how many dangers still You must attempt how many more you will King Reflect on dangers which must glory win Tudor Excuse me if my duty makes me sin Since I no other way can grateful prove I 'le rather shew my fear then hide my love King That I to thee may proofs of mine dispence I now stay here though glory calls me hence When Fame when Life and Empire are at stake All thoughts of those for thee I can forsake Banish thy grief by thinking on that praise Which shall thy name so high in Battel raise That all my future favours men may say Are not what I bestow but what I pay Tudor What you have said and done brings me relief This day I will deserve your love or grief King Speak not of grief but think on that applause Which Heav'n doth still allow the juster cause Tudor Why should he be by too much courage lost Of whom alone this world has cause to boast Exeunt Enter Dauphin and De Chastel Dauph Let me despise what I can ne're obtain I 'll live retir'd since I 'm deny'd to reign My Mother having got the Regency Does either hate or is afraid of me But I perceive by my retirement here I shun her malice and suppress her fear I shall if I to Paris now return Her hatred feel or which is worse her scorn De Chast. But shall our Dauphin the undoubted Heir Sit idly peaceful in an active War And let his Enemy the Throne ascend Dauph He who my wrongs revenges is my Friend De Chastel you have often heard me plead That in this War I might the Army lead On me so high a trust she 'l not bestow And any other trust I think too low A Prince whose Soul as well as Birth is great If he in glory cannot shine should set From Courts I am condemn'd to Villages From noble toyls of War t'ignoble ease Where undisturb'd I 'll for her hatred grieve And honour makes me rather chuse to live Equal with men not worth the Governing Then be at Court and there not be a King De Chast. Though I confess her usage Sir has been Such as not fits a Mother or a Queen Yet Sir consider whilst from her you flye You more exalt the Duke of Burgundy Dauph That fatal name my fury doth advance 'T was he who Murth'red Royal Orleance And though the Queen recover my esteem No Palace can have space for me and him De Chast. Return the sooner to revenge that blood No man has well his interest understood Who to enjoy it scrupl'd at the way He who builds high must low foundations lay I by the Queen for your return am sent Her harsh behaviour she does now repent By kind submissions you may rule her heart And what 's deny'd by kindness gain by Art With small complyance you 'l suppress her hate When Nature's judge and Duty advocate Your absence Sir has cast your party down Few follow those on whom the Prince does frown Dauph Thou in all storms hast been my constant Friend I 'll on thy wisdom and thy care depend 'T is just I should to thy advice submit For he who makes my fate should govern it De Chast. With this glad news I will out-ride the Post And e're you come to Court I 'll clear the Coast. Exeunt Enter the Queen of France Princess Katharine Princess Anne of Burgundy Duke of Burgundy and their Train Queen This is the day Alanson sent us word He would our Fate determine by the Sword Which he has hastned hearing by his Spies The Plague had so impair'd our Enemies That more delay would make our Princes dream
alone Blam He for that honour Madam now does stay Prin. Kath. Since by the Queen commanded I obey Exit Blamount Enter Tudor Tudor Though Madam this high honour does excel What deeds can merit or what words can tell It shall no cause of new presumption be I 'le not repeat what you condemn'd in me I then presum'd to tell you of a Fire Your Eyes did ina Subjects heart inspire But Madam now th' assurance which I bring Is that your beauties have subdu'd a King A King renown'd by all the voice of Fame The least he has of Monarch is the name He only Love and Glory does pursue Which makes him Conquer France and yield to you And by th'unhappi'st of his Subjects says He at your feet his Heart and Laurel lays Judge what his Vertues are and what my Fate Which makes his Rival turn his Advocate Prin. Kath. Tudor what first you spoke made me not fear That Rival was a word I e're should hear For you in that repeat the past offence Which made me lately banish you from hence If by his worth your King claims my esteem Why grieve you that you plead to gain it him Tudor Ah Madam may I not your pardon crave For grieving when I part from all I have A Father when he sees his only Son Condemn'd to death for what he could not shun Though to the right of justice he submit May well be pardon'd if he mourns for it By double Dictates Madam I am led My loss makes me lament my justice plead But all my sorrows soon will lose their name If you raise him for whom I ruin'd am A Prince who only does as his just due Deserve to love you and be lov'd by you Prin. Kath. Has yet the Queen ought of this business known Tudor I had but leave to wait on you alone Those common paths of Kings mine will not tread To see by Picture and by proxy wed He 'l make his Court at an unusual rate His is a love of liking not of state And says he does not for a Mistress sue To France but humbly begs your self of you Prin. Kath. I but by Picture did to him appear Tudor Yes he has seen you in my Character 'T is far above the labour'd art of man To draw a Mistress as a Lover can Your Picture took his sight but you will find My words alone did Captivate his mind Though you may think the pencils pow'r is great It aims to paint a fire but not a heat Much less a heat which does from Love arise And which is kindled by his Mistress eyes The Pencil to my words resign'd the place Those drew your Soul that painted but your face Madam 't was I who told him how your mind With greater lustre then your beauty shin'd That from the Charms of your discourse and shape Men could no more then from your eyes escape And I may justly Madam be afraid He saw in me you acted all I said And to revenge that which you call'd a crime I on this Embassy am sent by him Prin. Kath. Tudor into a new relapse you fall You seem'd to mourn at your loves Funeral And I on that assurance pardon'd you Tudor I told you what was then not what is now If other words have wander'd in my talk The Ghost then of my murder'd love did walk And like a Ghost to none it shall appear But before you who are the Murtherer Prin. Kath. If you 'l to my esteem your self restore Let me by it be visited no more Tudor Madam I 'le strive t' obey you from this hour But since the dead have o're their Ghosts no power If mine again the trespass should commit My last request is that you 'l pardon it And to so sad a love some sorrow give Which troubles you when dead as when alive But for my King I must my suit renew And beg to know what I must say from you If to accept his passion you incline You 'l make his happiness your own and mine Since you deny what for my self I move Let me against my self successful prove Prin. Kath. You may acquaint the King all you have said Have in my thoughts a fit impression made That I as all who have but heard his name Believe his merit has acquir'd his fame Though I with passion wish that he had chose To raise his glory on remoter Foes I never more can his address receive Till from the Queen he has procur'd me leave Tudor Why do you Madam words so cruel speak Make him not for you to another seek Since in that way should he successful prove 'T will rather shew you can obey then love Only to you let him his blessings own Prin. Kath. I have declar'd my resolution Tudor To what then must the wretched Tudor trust Prin. Kath. To find his euer in what he grants is just Tudor How can that heal him which does make his wound Yet to obey you Madam he is bound But if hereafter you should chance to hear Some dying sighs which may offend your Ear Forc'd from him by the fiercest griefs assault Be pleas'd to pity not condemn the fault Exit Tudor Prin. Kath. Oh! why is Love call'd Natures highest Law When Title Man's invention does it awe But 't is the strength which reason does impart That makes my blood give rules thus to my heart If Nature reason on us did bestow Love Natures dictate 't would not overthrow But reason is a bright resistless fire Which Heav'n not Nature does in us inspire It is not Natures Child but Natures King And o're loves height does us to glory bring As bodies are below and Souls above So much should reason be preferr'd to Love Since Glory is the Souls most proper Sphere It does but wander when it moves not there This makes that King who Courts me France subdue And makes me flye what else I would pursue THE THRID ACT. Enter King Henry Tudor Tudor WHat I have said shews all that I have done The Daughter by the Mother must be won Those Sir who serving Heav'n to Heav'n pretend By others mediation reach that end King That obligation Tudor I 'le decline She shall be all her own that must be mine 'T is for her glory she her self should give The greatest gift that I can e're receive If from her will I differ can she hate My being for her int'rest obstinate Tudor offers to speak Go what I told thee Tudor must be done He ne're meets Honour who does danger shun Tudor A Subject must not with his King contend King Subject thou art more thou art my Friend Make haste for I will only stay behind Till I have orders for the Treaty sign'd Exeunt several ways Enter Duke of Burgundy and Charaloys Burg. No Son the Treaty must not so proceed Lest of my help the Queen should have no need That envy'd pow'r which makes me useful here Is the effect not of her Love but fear Whilst things
continue in their present state I can dispose of France and England's Fate The greatest skill that I would wish from Heav'n Is in a War to keep the Scale so even As neither Party ever may prevail But by his help whose hand does hold the Scale Whilst these two mighty Kingdoms disagree I keep in safety my own Burgundie Char. Have you forgot that vow Sir which you made To th' English King when France he did invade That vow is to your Honour still a debt Burg. A States-man all but int'rest may forget And only ought in his own strength to trust 'T is not a States-man Vertue to be just Char. Those words which lately you in Council said Have on my Breast a deep impression made You urg'd that Acts of justice are alone What can preserve or must exalt a Throne Is your own counsel by your self despis'd Burg. I then for others not my self advis'd Reason should still appoint us what to do Char. You 'l find that Reason has Religion too Which is by inter-change of justice shown Doing to all what to your self is done Burg. You measure Reason with a crooked line Char. High Reason to Religion does incline Burg. I Son reason of Cloysters not of State Pow'r seldom is Religious to that height Religion too not Reason is but Faith Char. I fear Sir if such dang'rous ways you chuse Instead of ruling both you both will lose Burg. A harder game then this I twice have plaid And though by fortune I was still betray'd Yet still to greater pow'r I reach'd at length Antaeus-like by falling I got strength Besides De Chastel by much art and pain Has brought the Dauphin back to Court again Who offers if I 'le urge the Queen for War We equally betwixt us two shall share All Armies and all Governments in France And he 'l forget the death of Orleance Charl. O Sir from such an offer'd Friendship flye What only int'rest tyes it will untye And I presume though you restor'd him France He 'le ne're forget the death of Orleance I wish Heav'n sooner may forgive it you Burg. Alas young man if you but truly knew What pow'rful Charms on sweet revenge do wait You would have acted what you think you hate Charl. Beware Sir I beseech you then in time Lest his revenge may seem as sweet to him Burg. These tender thoughts are graceful in a Son I have your int'rest you your duty shown I 'le hear their offers though I them refuse When all is offer'd I the best will chuse Exeunt Enter Dauphin De Chastel De Chast. Sir I believe you now no longer fear That on vain hopes I beg'd your presence here The Queen while you retir'd had by her Arts So rob'd you of your future Subjects hearts That 't was your presence only could restore Them to that duty which they owe to Power Sir Fortune too begins to pay her debts For the Burgundian with your Servant treats And such an Ear to my discourse he lent As makes me more then hope a good event And as a proof he lik'd what I did speak He vow'd he would the English Treaty break Nor is this all the Countess of La Marr To whom your Sister grows particular I have entirely wrought to favour you She told me and th' Intelligence is new That Blamount from the Queen has gain'd free leave Your Sister shall a single audience give To one whom Henry sent with privacy Dauph His Love for her will fatal be to me Unless th' effects of it I soon prevent De Chast. I therefore have obtain'd La Marrs consent That you conceal'd shall in that room remain Where she this messenger will entertain By that concealment you may clearly know The roots of their designs and how they grow Dauph Heav'n for my Mother's faults makes me amends In sending me a Friend who gets me Friends I fear'd my Sisters pride my Mothers hate The English Kings great Love and greater Fate Helpt by the subtle head of Burgundy Might by a fatal Marriage ruine me But this permission thou for me hast got May teach me both to know and break the Plot. When does this Love-Embassadour appear De Chast. They every moment Sir expect him here Dauph Then it is fit I instantly repair To that concealment promis'd by La Marr. Exeunt Enter Queen and Great Constable Queen Yes I have seen the Dauphin but methought Though he has humbler gestures with him brought Shaping his looks to what he gently said Yet old resentments clearly he betray'd But yet perhaps those Charms which Courts attend May to some mildness his fierce nature bend I will apply all that is taught by Art Or wiser Nature to reclaim his heart 'T is fit you know e're you begin to Treat The King of Englands passion is so great For my un-marry'd Daughter that I hear He 'l quit all he does claim to marry her That this is true the Duke does undertake And you great use may of that passion make Const. Madam 't is strange for she was then as fair When offer'd to him to prevent a War Queen He that by rules can judge a Lover's heart Has brought into the world an unknown Art But having heard me you must now be gone Should the Duke know we two had been alone You having both tane solemn leave of me It might in him create a jealousie Exeunt Enter Princess Katherine and King Henry Incognito King Madam when first my King from Tudor heard That you your person to the Queen referr'd He sent me hither humbly to desire You 'd to your eyes be just and to his fire And would believe this right to both is due That he his Fate should only learn from you He 'l but from you receive his destiny Whether you 'l make him live or have him dye Prin. Kath. That answer which by Tudor you have known Is Sir my final resolution Nothing can e're perswade me to forsake Results which duty and my reason make King Let him not be a double Sacrifice You kill'd him with your Words and with your Eyes Heav'n meant that Beauty Natures greatest force Having exceeding pow'r should have remorse Valour and it the world should so enjoy As both might overcome but not destroy Prin. Kath. He who in Fight has all the French o're-thrown Cannot be kill'd by words spoke but by one King Let he who has in France a Conqu'ring pow'r With joy does own you as his Conquerour And that you may not doubt that this is true He is in person come to tell it you The King takes off his Disguise I was Loves Heretick till you I saw In that which Tudor said and Art did draw Now like an Heretick I treated am By Love who has condemn'd me to the flame Your Picture to resist I wanted skill T' oppose th' Original I want the will Believe what of my self is told by me Prin. Kath. The King of England sure it cannot be King Madam by
be the dictates only of my fear If you were gone I 'le to my self confess Such vertue and respect you did express That what I thought an Age had not the power To act in me you acted in one hour Now Sir you should retire and give a Maid The ease to blush alone for what she said King Madam I go but go so charm'd from hence Both by your eyes and vertues influence That 't is impossible for me to know To which I most of Adoration owe. But if the humblest duty highest fire Which man ere shew'd or love did e're inspire Can be oblations fitting to be paid You 'l ne're need blush for what you now have said Enter La Marr. La Marr. Sir Blamount stays for you This is your way Prin. Kath. She is your Guide take heed Sir of delay Exeunt La Marr King Who can or Love or Reasons Pow'r express One oft does more then th' other often less Reason makes me a Subjects passion flye Love o're a King gains such a Victory As makes him venture life and what is far More great his growing Glories of the War That he his passion only might relate And from my lips might hear his doubtful Fate Sure to return some love for love so great Is not to give a gift but pay a debt Exeunt Enter Dauphin and de Chastel Dauph Oh Friend if I had kill'd him in that fight My Glory I had rais'd to such a height That maugre all my Mothers arts and hate I had restor'd and I had rul'd the State All their successes had with him been dead For he 's his Armies Soul as well as head Why did my Stars so fair a hope afford Leaving O France thy Fortune to my Sword Yet not to kill or perish by my Foe But both my Life and Sword I to him owe De Chast. Your mind Sir is too great to feel despair For one ill chance in Duel or in War Dauph To be o'recome would be the greatest curse If to out-live that Fate were not a worse The first perhaps was Fortunes fault alone But Friend the last too clearly is my own De Chast. If of that stain your heart has such a sense Let 's wash it off in 's blood e're he go hence Dauph Should the first act of life which he did give Meanly the Giver of his life deprive Because blind Fortune guilty is to me Shall I to my own self more guilty be No my De Chastel though he be my Foe Yet he hath still most gen'rously been so And by no Acts of mine he ne're shall dye Unless by such as rais'd him up so high De Chast. Let me then single your revenge pursue Dauph Who to a Crime consents does act it too If it were fit the act it self I 'de do And what 's unfit shall not be done by you De Chast. I hope Sir then the Treaty I begun Will put you in so high a posture soon That the disgrace which but a few now sees Shall in the Eyes of crowds of Witnesses Be so wash'd off as shall your sorrow cure Dauph Thy hope 's uncertain my disgrace is sure But what of good is meant for me by Fate Thou ought'st to hasten or 't will come too late Exeunt Enter Warwick and Tudor Disguis'd Warw. Blamount desir'd us to expect him here Tudor The King did never shew us how to fear Else we should tremble now at Blamount's stay Warw. Would Love had led the King a safer way Kings in whose chances Nations fall or rise Hazard too much in private Gallantries The odds against them checks their luck and skill Tudor 'T is true but Loves great Gamesters reckon still Whilst boldly they the stake that 's fairest chuse What they may win and not what they may lose Enter Blamount Blam The King hath sent for you I 'le bring you straight Where he is safe out of the reach of Fate You must to horse I 'le tell you what has past Tudor You free us from a pain too great to last Exeunt Enter Princess Katherine and Princess Anne Prin. Kath. My fear did then my reason overthrow I could scarce think much less know what to do Prin. An. Why did you not by positive commands Restrain at least the King of England's hands Prin. Kath. Should I so much my Brothers safety prize As to procure it by mean remedies Ah! since 't was only Love brought Henry here Should I have made his Love his Murderer The Dauphin to the King injurious was Heaven would not let those wrongs unpunish'd pass Prin. An. His wrongs more then your own your anger move Prin. Kath. That 's what I owe my Vertue not his Love Prin. An. I doubt the Dauphin some rash thing will do Prin. Kath. La Marr was to attend our interview Who did corrupted by De Chastel bring The Dauphin to observe me with the King I from the terrour of their Fight did flye And met her who to salve her Treachery Having a full command of all the keys Dispos'd their passage forth by sev'ral ways Blamount with all the Friends that he could get I have engag'd to second his Retreat I hope my care in that will happy prove Prin. An. Where there is so much care there is some love Prin. Kath. I know not whether it be love or no But such great things he did both say and do That I dear friend insensibly am led To think that may be true which now you sed Who can when such a Victor will advance Resist that vertue which does conquer France Prin. An. The proof he lately gave you of his flame Madam is such as is above a name All trodden ways in Love he does despise As things below his passion and your Eyes Prin. Kath. Condemn not then my being in some pain Till I assurance of his safety gain Which blessing that I may the sooner know This proof of Friendship mine does beg of you That we dividedly our selves concern Which of us first the welcom news shall learn Prin. An. I 'le still obey what-ever you command And what I hear you straight shall understand Prin. Kath. May Heaven so guide the King that I may hear He is beyond the prospect of my fear Exeunt THE FOURTH ACT. The Curtain being drawn up The Duke of Burgundy the Constable Earl of Charaloys and the Bishop of Arras are seen sitting at one side of a Table attended by the French Officers of State on the other side are seated the Duke of Exeter Duke of Bedford the Arch-Bishop of Canterbury and the Earl of Warwick attended by the English Burg. SInce all my Lords is done by us and you Which is as previous to a Treaty due Delays in the affair should be abhor'd Those impious are when peace may be restor'd Therefore my Lords 't were fit you would express On what conditions you will grant a peace Exet. Those who our right and strength well understand Need not be told that we all
France demand Const. You would by meer demand a question make No Treaty gives all that success can take This high resolve does more become the Field 'T is nobler all to lose then all to yield Bedf. And you 'l confess it is more nobly done By Arms then Treaty to regain a Throne But yet my Brother thought a Treaty good That his French Subjects might preserve their blood Arch-Bish That King proves well the justice of his claim Who for his Subjects sakes is deaf to Fame E. of Char. Had we no Plea but what prescription gives That were enough whilst any French-man lives Warw. In pleading so my Lord your selves you wrong That can no Title be but to the strong For what can a protective aid afford Against the clearest Right and sharpest Sword Bish. of Ar. From what pretence soe're a claim you draw France knows no right above her Salique Law A Law which is both rational and old It never was by time or force controul'd Exet. You but imperfectly your story know Or speaking thus you hope that we do so That Law if made was past on Sala's banks And was not made for France but for the Francks A Germain people who in Camps were bred And therefore still renounc'd a Female head Bedf. A Law which only from arm'd Tumults rose And which Heaven's Law and Nature's does oppose My Lord of Canterbury 't is in you To speak how France we challenge as our due Arch-Bish Philip the Fourth as your own stories tell Had Lewis Philip Charles and Isabel Edward the Second did his Daughter wed His Sons did all to the French Crown succeed Who no Sons leaving Philip the Uncle's Son Did from the Father's Daughter take the Crown And kept it during injur'd Edward's life To whom 't was due in justice by his Wife That Edward dead Edward the Third his Son Did in his Mothers right demand his Crown Cressy and Poictiers to the World declare How Heav'n esteem'd his Sword in that just War Death Natures Conquerour did him subdue And his great Son the greater of the two Soon after Civil Wars our Isle destroy'd Our Swords against our selves were long imploy'd Whilst sick with Civil War Prides worst disease We bled in France and lost three Provinces But now when those Intestine Wars are done We come here to receive or take our own Bedf. You boast your Salique Law so just and old That it by time or force was ne're controul'd But tell I pray what part of it decreed That Martel should King Childerick succeed Or how it could if not by wrested shift Make Capet Successour to Lew'is the Fifth When Charles of Lorrain should have fill'd the place The first Heir-male left of your Royal Race Exet. 'T is true the States of France by their decree Did call King Capet to the Monarchie Who wisely then did Royal In'trest save Making them think that what they paid they gave For so to his just right he joyn'd their power By which he vanquish'd his Competitor Thus when by Arms the Salique Law was try'd Heaven judg'd the Title to the Female side For the chief right which Capet had to plead Was that he did King Lewis Sister wed Arch-Bish From this great Capet who that Law repeal'd All your succeeding Kings their Crowns have held By which my Lords we think we clearly show If then his claim was good ours now is so Warw. Or if you grant the States by their decree Can give to whom they will this Monarchie If you their pow'r so highly will advance We need but conquer to have right to France Burg. Since you my Lords so pry into our right How comes your Red-rose now to rule your White Blame not what France to that Duke Charles has done When a Lancastrian head does wear your Crown What by both sides may equally be sed That neither as his proper right can plead But if your Roses Heav'n should e're unite Then you may challenge France with better right None of the present Line we will admit The house of York can only plead for it Exet. All of that house allow my Nephew 's right And under him they for this Empire fight If Fate should them to Englands Throne advance They shall possess with it the Throne of France By them as Subjects he is serv'd and fear'd Burg. When they are Kings again they shall be heard My Lords that all this vain discourse may cease What say you if t' advance you to a peace We give your King the Princes Katherine And with her such vast Treasure we assign As may for ever all your Title buy To Anjou Aquitain and Normandy Bedf. How came such abject offers in your thought One ought not to be sold nor th' other bought Burg. Then know my Lords the War you must pursue The Sword must end what Treaty could not do He rises and the rest after him Exet. 'T is to the Sword we must have our recourse Where right 's deny'd 't is justice to use force Bedf. Pippin and Capet such sharp Swords did draw As twice repeal'd this Pagan-Salique-Law My Brother then may charge it as your crime If he presume to do it the third time His Sword you 'l quickly feel as sharp as theirs Since force must plead the right of Femal-heirs My Lords farewel we cannot here agree Salutes the English Lords But they 'l begin th' eusuing War at Sea Their Fleet 's prepar'd and by this morning Post Our Navy too does call me to the Coast. Exeunt Enter the Queen and Countess of La Marr. La Marr. So far this Treaty has already gone That the Burgundian did assure your Son The English Treaty never should succeed Which with the Dauphin's passion so agreed As he has offer'd him to share all France And to forget the Death of Orleance This Madam but too clearly let 's you see They mean to force you from the Regency Which the false Duke soon after will enjoy First he 'l divide and then your house destroy Queen This service my La Marr is far above All Presents I can make you but my Love I thought De Chastel had so fierce a mind As he to Love could never have inclin'd But in that thought I find I injure you This conquest only to your Eyes is due La Marr. Madam 't was only Love which could have prest This fatal secret from Chastel's breast Nor would I e're to him have faithless been But to save France and to preserve my Queen Queen Thy Queen half lost thy Friendship does restore And yet thy Friendship must oblige her more Enter Burgundy and Constable The Queen casts her eyes on Burgundy That haughty Burgundy shall shortly Mourn Kind Cousin you have made a quick return Burg. The Dukes of Bedford and of Exeter Joyn'd with their talking Bishop did appear So much averse to all that we could speak As we in Duty did the Treaty break Duty to you We offer'd all you sent But only France
They should not come to kill but bury them And France would be oblig'd for her defence Not to their Swords but to that Pestilence Burgun Since from th' Eternal Pow'r that rod is sent Why from his hand take we the punishment And this insulting Madam makes me fear Our ruine rather then our triumph near Those English Swords on which he sets no price Lately cut down our Flower de Luces twice And to King Edward's Piety we owe The miracle that now again they grow Queen France justly might the English Valour dread Were it again by that Great Monarch led We fear him less who now that Crown does wear His wildness not his courage brings him here Burgun Whilst his prodigious Father was alive Some youthful signs of wildness he did give But when he early on his Throne was plac'd A Kingly Soul his Royal Title grac'd And then whatever mis-becoming thing Liv'd in the Prince was buried in the King Nought should in us low thoughts of him perswade Who does himself subdue and France invade Enter a French Lady Lady The Count of Blamount from the Camp with news Does wait without and for admittance sues Queen Blamount so soon return'd let him appear Ill news is swifter then the wings of fear His looks to me a sad account have given Enter Blamount Where is Alanson Blam Madam he 's in Heav'n That glory cannot be to him deny'd Who for his Country liv'd and for it dy'd Queen The brave Alanson Dead by what mischance Blam By the most signal that e're fell on France Queen Without disguise the naked truth declare Before my grief be turn'd into despair Blam Last night both Camps so near each other lay As we not more for triumph long'd then day The mighty Martel led not braver men When he at Tours subdu'd the Syracen And with the blood wash'd France then did resort To the unhappy fields of Agen-Court Where many then with joyful shouts did greet The rising Sun who ne're should see him set A while both Armies on each other gaz'd Both at th' intended slaughter seem amaz'd Queen Could those who oft have bloody Battels won Stand long amaz'd at ills which must be done Blam Wars chearful Musick now fills every Ear Whilst death more gaudy did then life appear For various Ensigns did unfold such Pride That all seem'd Bridegrooms there and Death the Bride The noble order in each squadron seen The many Warriours of a haughty meen The prouder horses chafing to be rid Who breath'd the Combat as their Riders did Made all confess that War gave Death a grace And has its charms as well as beauty has After a little pause they both advance One to preserve th' other to conquer France Those who did proudly think the Foe would yield Saw him draw up with order in the Field And by a King advanc'd whose hand and head All the defects supply'd of those he lead Queen How did young Henry dare to meet you then We heard diseases had consum'd his men Blam The courages of all the English dead Were to those few then living newly fled So thin so harrast all his Squadrons were As we did pity them we us'd to fear For it is equally as strange to say That they durst fight as that they won the day But Fame can want no theam when she does sing Of English Swords led by an English King Nor was he only in the Battel known By his bright Armour which like lightning shone But did with nobler marks his Valour grace Still being seen where foremost danger was Alanson who observ'd this wondrous King Courage to his and fear to ours did bring Made fighting single with him his high aim And in a Battel to a Duel came Queen By an attempt so noble and sublime He show'd as much as I believ'd of him Blam Both Nations at a sight so great and rare Their bloody Swords suspended in the Air And by a general silence made it known They in their Leaders fate would see their own But though Alanson did stupendious things A Subjects Sword could not resist a Kings Angels are Guardians of that Sacred name Burgun Yet by his death he got a deathless fame Blam That loss invaded all to that degree As we more fought for Death then Victory For many Worthies waited on his fall The Constable of France the Admiral The Duke of Brabant and the Duke of Bar Promiscuous killing now disgrac'd the War So glutted was the thirsty Victors Sword As now the spacious world cannot afford After so many Heroes drown'd in gore Unless of English one brave Worthy more Queen That Nation still too highly you esteem Burg. Our selves we best excuse in praising them Blam Now only horrour death confusion reigns And covers Agen-Courts unhappy plains Here Corpses lye where Squadrons lately stood Standards and Ensigns there lye roll'd in blood Here woods of Lances o're the Fields are spread And dying men lye groaning o're the dead Queen If truth consents to what you now relate From this black day France may her ruine date Blam This is not all the destiny of France The Dukes of Bourbon and of Orleance The Lords of Domcourt Humiere Harcourt Salt-Roy Fauconbridge Noel and Beausiquault And many more of signal worth and race The Conquerours Triumphal Chariot grace But Boudile who this day first turn'd his back In hopes to wash away a stain so black Assaulted with a loud and furious cry Th'unguarded baggage of the Enemy The King suppos'd new Troops had took the field And order'd straight all Pris'ners to be kill'd What Bondile thus at first and last did do Made Henry happy and yet cruel too But 't was a cruelty our selves did cause And which his judgement took from safeties laws For shameful was our Fate the Pris'ners there Surpass'd in number those who Victors were Queen Could nothing less then this Heav'ns wrath abate It made us Agents to our own dire Fate Burg. The Destinies were never so severe The fault as well as loss they make us bear And by so strange a ruine make us know This Empire to one field her fall may owe. Were those Renown'd Commanders now alive They might the Fortune of lost France revive And by their Swords restore her dying Fame Blam All those are living which I last did name The King did rather hazard a gain'd field Then suffer Chiefs so noble to be kill'd And but with half his Army did advance Twice in one day to act the Fate of France Leaving the rest to guard them where they stood Burgun His Valour sheds his Mercy spares our blood Blam Young Tudor Madam much renown'd you know To whom all France her gratitude does owe For he when all did dangers face decline Met it to serve the Princess Katherine He 'gainst my will this hated life did save And when he heard those orders Henry gave Fearing their rigour might extend to me Above my hope or wish did set me free He told me as we
doubting adde not to his pain You cannot but know him in whom you reign Prin. Kath. Since he 'twixt France and all her safety stands How dares he trust his person in her hands King He who adores you and dares tell you so What is there after which he dare not do Prin. Kath. To what a streight Sir have you brought me too I must be false to France or false to you The Dauphin discovers himself Dauph I will enlarge you though you wicked grow In calling that a streight which was not so For she who doubts if evil she should act Does in that very doubt a guilt contract No wonder now that France is faln so low The Daughter of it treating thus our Foe Prin. Kath. Brother I nothing of his coming knew His being here surpriz'd me more then you Dauph Sister when he reveal'd himself your eyes Shew'd greater signs of liking then surprize And to convince me clearly of your crime You doubted if you should discover him King I shall want patience to attend this storm Prin. Kath. The only fault you should in me reform Is that I doubted whether I should do As it became the Sister Sir of you But to the King Heav'n will this truth averr I ne're would have reveal'd his being here My Father's vertue to the world is known Who to my falshood would not owe his Throne If acts of Treachery he does not hate What he now suffers he deserves from Fate Since by fair War France now assaulted is Let her sink lower or by Vertue rise To abject deeds I 'le never condescend Nor make the means unworthy of the end King Vertue a higher pitch did never rise It has a lustre which out-shines her Eyes Madam in saying what you pleas'd to say You broke that silence my respects did pay And now Sir something I shall let you see To make you grant you injur'd her and me Dauph Have you a Pass-port then for coming here King This is my Pass-port to go ev'ry where Who e're a Pass-port such as this can show Pointing to his Sword Will find all places safe or make 'em so And Sir it is by this that you must swear Not to reveal what you discover'd here This must be sworn and sworn without a pause Dauph You should subdue me e're you give me Laws Yet I will swear but 't is that to this chance I owe the pow'r to pay my debts to France Debts which so weighty were as I did bow More under them then France does under you Those debts which by a cruel Mother's sway Till now I to my Birth could never pay Fortune and Sister here I pardon you For all you did and all that you would do Since through her Blindness and your Treachery My self I single in condition see To make our France such a revenge receive As all her Swords in Battel could not give I only grieve one false to France and me Should of that justice th' only witness be But yet that cause of grief should dis-appear Since seeing of your death will punish her King Oh could I justly think my self so blest That what relates to me could touch her breast Though I should perish in this present strife My death would be more happy then my life But since no service I have paid her yet Can make me hope a happiness so great I 'le strive to merit that which you but fear By now revenging what you said to her But yet we should not fight she being by Dauph That is the reason why you here must dye Draws his Sword King Then Madam you 'l forgive me if I now King draws Defend that life which does belong to you Prin. Kath. Oh Heavens whom shall I call perhaps I may Saving my Brothers life the King betray Exit and enters again with La Marr. You broke your trust Think on the Kings high worth La Marr. Blamount's without and stays to lead him forth King closes with him and dis-armes him Prin. Kath. Go open strait the Garden Gallery Keep for the Kings escape the passage free First for my Brother in the Lobby stay La Marr. When he is gone I 'le shut it with this key Exit La Marr. Prin. Kath. My Brother is dis-arm'd what shall I do King Your life young Prince is at my mercy now Prin. Kath. Sir for my Brothers life let me implore Nature speaks now as Honour did before King I to your pleasure ever will submit 'T is to your blood you owe my sparing it Your life I give you at the Princess word And for her sake I here restore your Sword But Sir remember y' are oblig'd by me No more t' invade your Sisters privacy Nor practise to obstruct that passions way Which is a debt so due as I must pay These not observing my revenge shall prove As strong to you as she shall find my love But if in both your courtesie be shown What here has past shall vanish as unknown Dauph Your Fortune Sir is great o're France and me Great is your promise too of secresie But if I can my self with silence please You may thank that and not your Menaces Exit Dauphin Prin. Kath. I 'le follow him t' observe which way he takes Whilst for the King she th' other passage makes Sir you should stay a while I 'le straight return Exit King Oh Heavens why have I given her cause to mourn Blamount whose conduct did me hither bring Will surely with a Friend and with a King His promise keep which was to see me out I cannot his unblemish'd honour doubt But I will stay to speak with her though all The World were to be bury'd in my fall Enter Princess Madam Can you the cause in me forgive Which gave you terrours here and make you grieve When you he injures not much more then me Your presence will his Sanctuary be Prin. Kath. I will forgive you Sir all terrours here If by your quick return you 'l end my fear To all your longer stay Alarms will give My Brother's Nature is Vindicative I fear from his revenge all that is ill Here where he wants no pow'r to act his will King A greater ruine Madam I fore-see Then he though in this place can cast on me If I from hence should to my Camp remove Before I know how you receive my love Prin. Kath. The first day Sir you 'l think it were unfit I should do more then only know of it Nor have you any reason to despair When for your safety I express my care King Vertue may make you be my safeties friend But to what 's dearer to me I pretend My safety lies not in my going hence But in that blessing you may here dispence I would not safety without that enjoy And with it nought my safety can destroy Prin. Kath. I will say any thing you 'l have me say Rather then keep you here in ruines way But yet that what I speak may not a appear To
as ignorance could make a crime I did employ him in my suit to you But knew not then that he ador'd you too But I declare which some amends may be That he at least in all things equals me Unless in Title but 't is greater far A Crown to merit then a Crown to wear Can Title in that Ballance e're prevail Where Love is Merit and you hold the Scale I wave whatever may your favour move Except the Title of the highest Love Speak for thy self if I have lessen'd thee Tudor Only my silence Sir should plead for me King Thy love when I employ'd thee was unknown I minded no mans sorrows but mine own Nor where so many shafts were shot in me Could think any before had wounded thee Tudor All Sir that in my cause is said by you At once is for me and against me too Howe're I 'le rather speak then quite despair Since she is just and you my Rival are Yet Sir this diff'rence to my case is due You speak for me but I resign for you Prin. Kath. He who resigns his Love though for his King Does as he is a Lover a low thing But as a Subject a high Crime does do Being at once Subject and Rebel too For whilst to Regal pow'r he does submit He casts off Love a greater pow'r then it Tudor I fear you now are glad of a pretence To punish what you cannot recompence Else could you think Loves pow'r I do not know Because my Love all others does out-go If I by that seem guilty in your Eye Oh happy guilt which raises Love so high For I but shew in what I now have done That I your Int'rest prize above my own Prin. Kath. But justly I admire how you can prove So true to Friendship and so false to Love Since in effect they both are but the same Only the Sex gives them a diff'rent name Tudor You Friendship tax for being too sublime And make its duty ev'n to Love a Crime Prin. Kath. Your King does give you a brave Rivals leave But you seem loth that license to receive Of these which for my wonder is more fit The leave he gave or your not using it Tudor The Giver may such gifts as these esteem I can but by refusing merit them And Madam since 't is evident that you Can never pay what to us both is due Why will you call that act in me a crime By which we both may justice do to him Nor blame me that my Friendship 's debt I paid By thus resigning what I never had Let me my death without reproaches crave Prin. Kath. At once you my disdain and pardon have Tudor But why should you disdain that which to you Obedience shews to him my Duty too Prin. Kath. It is a Duty he will not receive Tudor But you to love you have deny'd me leave Prin. Kath. He who makes love at a true Lovers height Does ne're ask leave but takes it as his right Tudor Have you design'd in what you 'd have me do To make me lose my King and Mistress too In losing of the last I 'm so accurst As you 'l in pity let me keep the first Prin. Kath. I 'de have you Sir in that which I intend Express that you did merit such a Friend I would have had you too to let him see That you were not unworthy to love me But making such an ill Retreat you seem No more to merit bravely me or him What greater thing or meaner could you do Then dare at once to love and quit me too I would have had you like your self appear And not with Friendships name disguise your fear Nor tell him he to your respect does owe That which alone my justice does bestow I would have had you nobly fall by it And not thus meanly uncompell'd submit Tudor Madam with you no longer I 'le contend Since in the way we differ not the end Sir though she thinks my condemnation fit Yet without sighs I to her doom submit For one joys loss another joy secures What loses me her favour merits yours King Whilst Tudor you for me your claim deny I gain the Field and you the Victory Your's is the Nobler mine the happier share I 'm the oblig'd but you th' obliger are Prin. Kath. In leaving me as worthy of your Friend You to the utmost rate my worth commend Whilst with that value I to him am brought You shew a Friendship worthy to be fought Be but my Friend as you to him have been Letting out Love to keep your Friendship in And make forsaken Love contented seem Then I 'le your Friendship Sir like Love esteem Enter Queen Chareloys Duke of Bedford and Princess Anne Queen I 'm come to tell you Sir that we have sign'd All that can France to your protection bind The States have judg'd to banishment my Son And as we promis'd have entayl'd the Crown Charl. And Sir in all their names one from each State Attending both your Thrones shall supplicate That they in publick their Decree may give Which only from their justice you receive Queen That publick form Sir may a little wait Till we our Nuptial Rites shall Celebrate My thoughts are fully to my Daughter known King But from her self would I might know her own Prin. Kath. I of your Love shall too unworthy be When I deny that it has conquer'd me King He who the glory has to conquer you Does without War more then the World subdue Bedf. Heav'n meant not you alone should happy be Behold Sir what it has reserv'd for me Confirm'd by her and by her Brother too Charl. The gift is perfect when allow'd by you King I can but adde the Ceremonial part You had the substance when you had the heart Prin. Ann. I cannot adde to what I gave before Unless in saying I could give no more Queen Crowds of impatient Subjects wait within To see the Nuptials of their King and Queen The Sacred Prelate in the Temple stays And longs to mingle Myrtle with your Bays It were offensive to admit delay She Sir will follow when I lead the way Exeunt Enter the Dauphin Dauph Revenge and pride my reason have betray'd And both have rul'd what both should have obey'd This Duke did with his life his sins resign Which in his blood are written down for mine Revenge of all thy Charms Oh let me find But one t' appease the Tempest of my mind Let none to the success of mischief trust I 'le rather be unhappy then unjust Enter De Chastel hastily De Chast. You cannot your new Levies now employ To storm or to besiege the Queen in Troyé Sir to prevent our courage and her fear The King of England is in person there The Bride 's prepar'd the King and Duke agreed The trembling States have treach'rously decreed During your Fathers life the King shall be Admitted to a boundless Regencie And after his decease their Law declares The Crown shall
fall to Henry and his Heirs The Queen to whom they vast Revenues give Will quitting pow'r rich and obscurely live Dauph Can her revenge alone incline her to What right and nature could not make her do De Chast. Spend not that time in blaming what she does Which fortune for a fair retreat allows The Duke of Exeter with all his horse Directly to your Camp now bends his course Th' Alarm of such a growing force so near Gave your new Troops a good excuse for fear O'retake your time before it runs too far Sir 't is a granted principle in War That Chiefs not strong enough t' engage in fight Should still retire before the Foe 's in sight Of all Wars tasks the hardest is Retreat Where fear does our worst Foe Disorder meet Retire Sir lest men say we proudly stay'd Too long for those of whom we were afraid Dauph Must the first Act which I design'd to do Be foyl'd and e're it is attempted too De Chast. Let not one look of Fortune cast you down She were not fortune if she still did frown Such as do braveli'est bear her scorns a while Are those on whom at last she most will smile Dauph Raise then the Camp Fortune that leads the way Of Time's whole progress can give us a day Exeunt The Curtain Falls Two Heraulds appear opposite to each other in the Balconies near the Stage 1. Her Herauld What summons have you to proclaim Whom would you summon now and in whose name 2. All that are English all that are French appear 1. I am to summon those Great Nations here 2. And I must summon them to come before Henry the Fifth both King and Conquerour All that are English all that are French appear 1. Behold your King and Queen behold and hear You Preiates of the Church are summon'd all And every Member Ecclesiastical 2. And every Noble too and Commoner 1. He that is French or English and not here In person or in publique Deputie Shall though alive in Law not living be 2. Henry the Fifth is now to take the Crown Of France not as if giv'n him but his own 1. That Crown shall still descend to all his Line As Heirs or not as Heirs of Katherine 2. He that is French or English now attend 1. Or else he is no Leige-man nor no Friend The Curtain is drawn up The Curtain being lifted up there appear the King Princess Katherine Queen Mother Princess Anne Chareloys and all the English and the French Nobility and Officers of State and others according to their places Burg. The Deputies sent by the three Estates Wait for admittance at your Palace Gates King My Lord with all the publick forms of care Let all my Officers their way prepare All the Officers design'd for that purpose then orderly go out If ought this day my blessings could abate 'T is that they are ill husbanded by Fate For Madam I am now too happy grown By gaining in one day you and a Throne The first felicity I found so vast As takes away my rellish of the last Enter the Distinct Trains of the Deputies from the three Estates the Kings Officers and last of all the three Deputies the Bishop of Arras for the Ecclesiasticks the Constable for the Peers and Monsieur Cole-more for the people Bish. of Ar. Great King th' Estates of France have sent us three To pay their Duties in this just Decree Fixing the Crown on you and on that Line Which Heav'n in favour shall to both design Who knows what wonders such a Line may do As is from Beauties drawn and Conqu'rours too In which Heav'n all those Princes will unite Who to this Empire have or claim a right We by the Dauphin's bloody deed did see That he but falsly claim'd what he would be For we admir'd one born to fill his Throne Could act his crime and then that crime could owne But searching our Records we found at last That a long errour as a truth has past For he who flyes now justice does advance Is Charles of Valoys not the Son of France From those Records the Learned clearly tell Your Ancient Title by Queen Isabel By whom you to this Crown are lawful Heir New rights we grant not but the old declare This just Decree in which they pay that debt We humbly prostrate at your Royal Feet I from the Clergy come to whom is given The lasting pow'r of Legates sent from Heav'n Their Pray'rs will make you conquer when you fight And in their voice Heav'n does allow you right Const. I from the Nobles come who still are born To save their Monarchs and their Courts adorn And still are certain of th' incessant care Of Pallaces and dangers of the War They in their Sphear should still continue bright Since they from Kings derive their borrow'd light Mouns Cole I from the people come who always are The Hands as Nobles are the heads of War And when the glorious toyls of War shall cease Their hands are no less useful Sir in Peace B. of Ar. And all the three do with one voice confess They in their Duty find their happiness They give the Parchment King Th' Estates I hope my Lords shall ne're repent What I receive and they have freely sent English and French now but one people are And both shall have my equal love and care But Charles of Valoys we shall soon destroy And by his ruine France shall Peace enjoy Since now 'gainst so much guilt we are to fight We may depend on Conquest as our right Our Swords should only Miracles produce Now we have joyn'd the Cross and Fleur de Luce. 'T were sin the help of Fortune to implore To Crown that head your hands have Crown'd before Exeunt Omnes FINIS