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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?

. Flu. Know the glove? I know, the glove is a glove. WILI. I know this; and thus I challenge it.

[Strikes him. Flo. 'Sblud, an arrant traitor as any 's in the universal 'orld, or in France, or in

Gow. How now,

sir ?

villain ! WILL. Do you think I'll be forsworn ? Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give treason his payment into plows,

I warrant you. WILL. I am no traitor. Flo. That's a lie in thy throat.—I charge you in his majesty's name, appre

hend him; he's a friend of the duke Alençon's.


WAR. How now, how now! what's the matter?
Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be Got for it !) a most contagious

treason come to light, look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Here is his majesty.

Enter KING HENRY and EXETER. K. HEN. How now! what 's the matter? Flo. My liege, here is a villain, and a traitor, that, look your grace, has struck

the glove which your majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon. WILL. My liege, this was my glove; here is the fellow of it: and he that I

gave it to in change promised to wear it in his cap; I promised to strike him, if he did : I met this man with my glove in his cap, and I have been

as good as my word. Flo. Your majesty hear now, (saving your majesty's manhood,) what an arrant,

rascally, beggarly, lousy knave it is : I hope your majesty is pear me testimony, and witness, and will avouchment, that this is the glove of Alençon, that your majesty is give me, in


conscience now. K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier! Look, here 's the fellow of it.

'T was I, indeed, thou promised'st to strike;

And thou hast given me most bitter terms a. Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck answer for it, if there is any martial

law in the 'orld. K. HEN. How canst thou make me satisfaction ? WILL. All offences, my lord, come from the heart: never came any from mine that might offend your majesty.

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K. HEN. It was ourself thou didst abuse.
Will. Your majesty came not like yourself: you appeared to me but as a com-

mon man ; witness the night, your garments, your lowliness; and what your highness suffered under that shape, I beseech you, take it for your own fault, and not mine : for had you been as I took you for, I made no offence;

therefore, I beseech your highness, pardon me.
K. HEN. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns,

And give it to this fellow.-Keep it, fellow;
And wear it for an honour in thy cap,
Till I do challenge it.—Give him the crowns :-

And, captain, you must needs be friends with him.
Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in his pelly:-

Hold, there is twelve pence for you, and I pray you to serve Got, and keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, and dissensions, and, I war

rant you, it is the petter for you. Will. I will none of your money. Flo. It is with a goot will; I can tell you it will serve you to mend your

shoes : Come, wherefore should you be so pashful? your shoes is not so goot: 't is a goot silling, I warrant you, or I will change it.

Enter an English Herald. K. HEN. Now, herald; are the dead numbered a? HER. Here is the number of the slaughter'd French.

Delivers a paper.
K. HEN. What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle ?
EXE. Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the king;

John duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt:
Of other lords and barons, knights and 'squires,

Full fifteen hundred, besides common men.
K. HEN. This note doth tell me of ten thousand French

That in the field lie slain: of princes, in this number,
And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
One hundred twenty six: added to these,
Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen,
Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which,
Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights:
So that, in these ten thousand they have lost,
There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries ;
The rest are princes, barons, lords, knights, 'squires,
And gentlemen of blood and quality.
The names of those their nobles that lie dead,
Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France;
Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France;

The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures ;
Number'd. So the folio. Steevens would read the line thus:-

Now, herald, are the dead on both sides number'd ?"

Great master of France, the brave sir Guischard Dauphin ;
John duke of Alençon; Antony duke of Brabant,
The brother to the duke of Burgundy;
And Edward duke of Bar: of lusty earls,
Grandpré and Roussi, Fauconberg and Foix,
Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Lestrale.
Here was a royal fellowship of death!
Where is the number of our English dead ?

[Herald presents anothor paper.
Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk,
Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam, esquire :
None else of name; and, of all other men,
But five-and-twenty. O God, thy arm was here,
And not to us, but to thy arm alone,
Ascribe we all.- When, without stratagem,
But in plain shock and even play, of battle,
Was ever known so great and little loss,
On one part and on the other ?- Take it, God,

For it is none but thine a !

T is wonderful !
K. HEN. Come, go we in procession to the village :

And be it death proclaimed through our host,
To boast of this, or take that praise from God

Which is his only.
Flo. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell how many is killed ?
K. HEN. .Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgment,—That God fought for us.
Flu. Yes, my conscience, be did us great goot.
K. HEN. Do we all holy rites ;

Let there be sung Non Nobis, and Te Deum ;
The dead with charity enclos'd in clay :
And then to Calais; and to England then;
Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men.


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Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story,
That I may prompt them: and of such as have,
I humbly pray them to admit the excuse
Of time, of numbers, and due course of things,
Which cannot in their huge and
Be here presented. Now we bear the king
Toward Calais : grant him there; there seen,
Heave him away upon your winged thoughts,
Athwart the sea : Behold, the English beach
Pales in the flood with men, with wives, and boys,
Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouth'd sea,
Which, like a mighty whiffler23 'fore the king,
Seems to prepare his way: so let him land;
And, solemnly, see him set on to London.
So swift a pace bath thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Blackheath : :

• The chorus, like all the other choruses, first appears in the folio.
The original omits roith.

Where that his lords desire him to have borne
His bruised helmet, and his bended sword,
Before him, through the city: he forbids it,
Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride;
Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent,
Quite from himself, to God. But now behold,
In the quick forge and working-house of thought,
How London doth pour out her citizens !
The mayor, and all his brethren, in best sort,
Like to the senators of the antique Rome,
With the plebeians swarming at their heels,-
Go forth, and fetch their conquering Cæsar in:
As, by a lower but by loving likelihood,
Were now the general of our gracious empress
(As, in good time, he may) from Ireland coming,
Bringing rebellion broached on his sword,
How many would the peaceful city quit
To welcome him! much more (and much more cause)
Did they this Harry. Now in London place him;
(As yet the lamentation of the French
Invites the king of England's stay at home:
The emperor 's coming in behalf of France,
To order peace between them?+;) and omit
All the occurrences, whatever chanc'd,
Till Harry's back-return again to France :
There must we bring him; and myself have play'd
The interim, by remembering you 't is past.
Then brook abridgment; and your eyes advance
After your thoughts, straight back again to France.


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