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Enter MontJoY. Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my liege. Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us’d to be. K. Hen. How now! what means this, herald ? know'st
Mont. No, great king:
K. Hen. I tell thee truly, herald,
K. Hen. Praised be God, and not our strength, for it! What is this castle call’d, that stands hard by ?
Mont. They call it-Agincourt.
K. Hen. Then call we this—The field of Agincourt, Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.
Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't please your majesty, and your great-uncle Edward the plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in France.
K. Hen. They did, Fluellen.
Flu. Your majesty says very true: If your majesties is remembered of it, the Welshman did goot service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps : which, your majesty knows, to this hour is an honourable padge of the service; and, I do believe, your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's day.
K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour : For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman.
Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that: Got pless it and preserve it, as long as it pleases his grace, and his majesty too!
K. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman.
Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's countryman, I care not who know it; I will confess it to all the 'orld : I need not to be ashamed of your majesty, praised be God, so long as your majesty is an honest man.
K. Hen. God keep me so !–Our heralds go with him ; Bring me just notice of the numbers dead On both our parts.-Call yonder fellow hither.
[Points to WilLIAMS. Exeunt Montjoy and
K. Hen. Soldier, why wear’st thou that glove in thy cap?
Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of one that I should fight withal, if he be alive.
K. Hen. An Englishman?
Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that swaggered with me last night: who, if 'a live, and ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to take him a box o'the ear: or, if I can see my glove in his cap, (which he swore, as he was a soldier, he would wear, if alive,) I will strike it out soundly.
K. Hen. What think you, captain Fluellen? is it fit this soldier keep his oath?
Flu. He is a craven and a villain else, an't please your majesty, in my conscience.
K. Hen. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman of great sort, quite from the answer of his degree.
Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath: if he be perjur'd, see you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain, and a Jack-sauce, as ever his plack shoe trod upon Got's ground and his earth, in my conscience, la.
K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meet'st the fellow.
Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.
Flu. Gower is a goot captain ; and is good knowledge and literature in the wars.
K. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier.
Erit. K. Hen. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for me, and stick it in thy cap: When Alençon and myself were
down together, I plucked this glove from his helm; if any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alençon and an enemy to our person; if thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an thou dost love me.
Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as can be desired in the hearts of his subjects: I would fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall find himself aggriefed at this glove, that is all; but I would fain see it once; an please Got of his grace, that I might see it.
K. Hen. Knowest thou Gower?
K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to my tent. Flu. I will fetch him.
[Erit. K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, and my brother Glo
[Exeunt, SCENE VIII.- Before King Henry's Pavilion.
Enter Gower and WILLIAMS. Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain.
Enter Fluellen. Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I peseech you now, come apace to the king: there is more goot toward you, peradventure, than is in your knowledge to dream of.
Will. Sir, know you this glove?
[Strikes him. Flu. 'Sblud, an arrant traitor, as any's in the universal 'orld, or in France, or in England.
Gow. How now, sir? you villain !
Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give treason his payment into plows, I warrant you.
Will. I am no traitor.
Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.-I charge you in his majesty's name, apprehend him ; he's a friend of the duke Alençon's.
Enter WARWICK and Gloster.
Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be Got for it!) a most contagious treason come to light, look you,