The opening of 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.
Bed. Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! [aaa001]
Comets, importing change of times and states,
Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky, [aaa003]
And with them scourge the bad revolting stars
That have consented unto Henry’s death! [aaa005]
King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long! [aaa006]
England ne’er lost a king of so much worth.Glou. 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: [aaa010]
His arms spread wider than a dragon’s wings;
His sparkling eyes, replete with wrathful fire, [aaa012]
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: ·aaa015·
He ne’er lift up his hand but conquered. [aaa016]