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But that our honours must not. What's to say? God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. A very little little let us do,

By Jove, I am not covetous for gold; And all is done. Then, let the trumpets sound Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; The tucket-sonance, and the note to mount:

It yearns me not if men my garments wear; For our approach shall so much dare the field, Such outward things dwell not in my desires : That England shall couch down in fear, and yield. But, if it be a sin to covet honour,

I am the most offending soul alive. Enter GRANDPRÉ. Grand. Why do you-stay so long, my lords of God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour,

No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: France?

As one man more, methinks, would share from me, Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones,

For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one Ill-favour’dly become the morning field:

more! Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose,

Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, And our air shakes them passing scornfully;

That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd host,

Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps:

And crowns for convoy put into his purse: The horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks, [jades We would not die in that man's company, With torch-staves in their hand; and their poor

That fears his fellowship to die with us. Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips,

This day is call'd—the feast of Crispian: The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes,

He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, And in their pale-dull mouths the gimmal bit

Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionless;

And rouse him at the name of Crispian. And their executors, the knavish crows,

He that shall live this day, and see old age, Fly o'er them, all impatient for their hour.

Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, Description cannot suit itself in words,

And say-To-morrow is Saint Crispian: To demonstrate the life of such a battle,

Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, In life so lifeless as it shows itself. Con. They have said their prayers, and they stay

And say- These wounds I had on Crispin's day.

Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, for death.

But he 'll remember with advantages Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh

What feats he did that day. Then shall our names, And give their fasting horses provender, [suits,

Familiar in their mouths as household words, And after fight with them?

Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Con. I stay but for my guard: on, to the field!
I will the banner from a trumpet take,

Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,

Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd. And use it for my haste. Come, come, away!

This story shall the good man teach his son; The sun is high, and we outwear the day. (Exeunt.

And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,

From this day to the ending of the world,
SCENE III.The English Camp.

But we in it shall be remembered,

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
Enter the English host; Gloster, BEDFORD, Exeter,

For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me,
Glo. Where is the king?

Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, Bed. The king himself is rode to view their battle.

This day shall gentle his condition: West. Of fighting men they have full threescore

And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, thousand.


Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here; Exe. There's five to one; besides, they all are

And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks Sal. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds.

That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge:

Re-enter SALISBURY. If we no more meet till we meet in heaven,

Sal. My sov’reign lord, bestow yourself with speed: Then, joyfully,-my noble lord of Bedford, The French are bravely in their battles set, My dear lord Gloster,--and my good lord Exeter, - And will with all expedience charge on us. And my kind kinsman,-warriors all, adieu!

K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds be so. Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck go West. Perish the man whose mind is backward with thee!

now! Exe. Farewell, kind lord, fight valiantly to-day: K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it,

England, coz? For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour.

West. God's will! my liege, would you and I alone,

[Exit SALISBURY. Without more help, could fight this royal battle! Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness;

K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five thouPrincely in both. West. O that we now had here

Which likes me better than to wish us one. — Enter KING HENRY.

You know your places: God be with you all! But one ten thousand of those men in England,

Tucket. Enter MONTJOY. That do no work to-day!

Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, king
K. Hen.
What's he that wishes so?

My cousin Westmoreland?-No, my fair cousin : If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow

Before thy most assured overthrow:
To do our country loss; and if to live,

For certainly thou art so near the gulf, The fe:ver men, the greater share of honour. Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy,

sand men;

The Constable desires thee thou wilt mind

Pist. O! signieur Dew should be a gentleman :Thy followers of repentance; that their souls Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and mark ;May make a peaceful and a sweet retire

O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox, From off these fields, where, wretches, their poor Except, O signieur, thou do give to me Must lie and fester.

[bodies Egregious ransom. K. Hen.

Who hath sent thee now? Fr. Sol. O, prenez misericorde! ayez pitié de moy! Mont. The Constable of France.

Pist. Moy shall not serve; I will have forty moys; K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer Or I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat, back:

In drops of crimson blood. Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones.

Fr. Sol. Est il impossible d'eschapper la force de Good God! why should they mock poor fellows ton bras? thus?

Pist. Brass, cur!
The man that once did sell the lion's skin

Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat,
While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him. Offer'st me brass?
A many of our bodies shall, no doubt,

Fr. Sol, O pardonnez moy!
Find native graves; upon the which, I trust,

Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys?-Shall witness live in brass of this day's work: Come hither, boy: ask me this slave in French And those that leave their valiant bones in France, What is his name. Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills, Boy. Escoutez : comment esies vous appellé ? They shall be fam’d; for there the sun shall greet Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer. them,

Boy. He says his name is master Fer. And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk him, and Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime, ferret him :- discuss the same in French unto him. The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France. Boy. I do not know the French for ter, and ferret, Mark, then, abounding valour in our English; and firk. That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing,

Pist. Bid him prepare; for I will cut his throat. Break out into a second course of mischief,

Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur ? Killing in relapse of mortality.

Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous faites Let me speak proudly tell the Constable,

vous prest; car ce soldat icy est disposé tout à celle We are but warriors for the working day;

heure de couper vostre gorge. Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirch'd

Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, peasant, With rainy marching in the painful field;

Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns; There's not a piece of feather in our host,

Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword. (Good argument, I hope, we will not fly,)

Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie pour l'amour de Dieu, And time hath worn us into slovenry:

me pardonner ! Je suis le gentilhomme de bonne But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim; maison : gardez ma vie, et je vous donneruy deux And my poor soldiers tell me, yet ere night

conís escus. They'll be in fresher robes; or they will pluck

Pist. What are his words? The gay new coats o'er the French' soldiers' heads, Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a genAnd turn them out of service. If they do this, tleman of a good house; and, for his ransom, he As, if God please, they shall, --my ransom then will give you two hundred crowns. Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour; Pist. Tell him,-my sury shall abate, and I Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald: The croins will take. They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints, – Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il ? Which, if they have as I will leave 'em them,

Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement de parShall yield them little, tell the Constable.

donner aucun prisonnier ; neantmoins, pour les escus Mont. I shall, king Harry: and so, fare thee well: que vous l'avez promis, il est content de vous donner Thou never shalt hear herald any more. [Exit. la liberté, le franchisement. K. Hen. I fear thou ’lt once more come again for Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille re

merciemens ; el je m'estime heureux que je suis tombé Enter the DUKE OF YORK.

entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave, York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg

valiant, et très distingué seigneur d'Angleterre. The leading of the vaward.

Pist. Expound unto me, boy. K. Hen. Take it, brave York. - Now, soldiers,

Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand march away :

thanks; and he esteems himself happy that he hath And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!

fallen into the hands of one (as he thinks) the most [Exeunt.

brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of Eng. land.

Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show. SCENE IV.-The Field of Baitle.

Follow me, cur.

[Exii PISTOL. Alarums: Excursions. Enter French Soldier, Pistol,

Boy. Suives vous le grand capitaine. [Exit French and Boy.

Soldier.) I did never know so full a voice issue Pist. Yield, cur!

from so empty a heart: but the saying is true, - The Fr. Sol. Je pense que vous estes le gentilhomme de empty vessel makes the greatest sound. Bardolph bonne qualité.

and Nym had ten times more valour than this roarPist. Quality? Callino, castore me! art thou a ing devil i' the old play, that every one may pare gentleman?

his nails with a wooden dagger; and they are both What is thy name? discuss.

hanged; and so would this be, if he durst steal any Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu!

thing adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys,


witli the luggage of our camp: the French might The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd have a good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there Those waters from me, which I would have stoppd; is none to guard it, but boys.

[Exit. But I had not so much of man in me,

And all my mother came into mine eyes,
SCENE V.-Another Part of the Field of Battle.

And gave me up to tears.
K. Hen.

I blame you not;
Alarums. Enter Dauphin, Orleans, BOURBON, Constable, For, hearing this, I must perforce compound
RAMBURES, and others.

With mistful eyes, or they will issue too. — Con. O diable! [du!

[Alarum. Orl. O scigneur! le jour est perdu! tout est per- But hark! what new alarum is this same ?

Dau. Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all ! The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd men :-Reproach and everlasting shame

Then, every soldier kill his prisoners;' Sit mocking in our plumes.- O meschante fortune. Give the word through.

[Exeunt. Do not run away.

[A short alarum.
Why, all our ranks are broke.

SCENE VII.-Another Part of the Ficid.
Dan. O perdurable shame!-let's stab ourselves.
Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for?

Alarums. Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER.
Orl. Is this the king we sent to for his ransom? Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis expressly
Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant a piece of

knavery, mark you now, as can be offered: in your Let's die in honour: once more back again;

conscience, now, is it not? And he that will not follow Bourbon now,

Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; Let him go hence, and with his cap in hand, and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the battle, Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door, have done this slaughter: besides, they have burned Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog,

and carried away all that was in the king's tent; His fairest daughter is contaminate.

wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives. [now! | gallant king!

Orl. We are enough, yel living in the field, Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain To smother up the English in our throngs,

Gower. What call you the town's name where If any order might be thought upon. [throng: | Alexander the pig was born?

Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the Gow. Alexander the Great. Let life be short, else shame will be too long.

Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? The (Exeunt. pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or

the magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the SCENE VI.-Another Part of the Field.

phrase is a little variations.

Gow. I think Alexander the Great was born in Alarums. Enter King HENRY and Forces; EXETER, and Macedon: his father was called Philip of Macedon, others.

as I take it. K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant coun- Flu. I think it is in Macedon, where Alexander trymen:

I tell you, captain, if you look in the But all's not done; yet keep the French the field. maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the Exe. The duke of York commends him to your comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that majesty.

the situations, look you, is both alike. There is a K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle? thrice within river in Macedon; and there is also moreover 2 this hour

river at Monmouth: it is called Wye at Monmouth I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting; but it is out of my prains what is the name of th; From helmet to the spur all blood he was.

other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers Exe. In which array, brave soldier, doth he lie, is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both. Larding the plain; and by his bloody side,

you mark Alexander's life well, Harry of Mon(Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,)

mouth's life is come after it indifferent well; for The noble earl of Suffolk also lies.

there is figures in all things. Alexander, (God Suffolk first died: and York, all haggled over, knows, and you know,) in his rages, and his furies, Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd, and his wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and And takes him by the beard; kisses the gashes his displeasures, and his indignations, and also That bloodily did yawn upon his face;

being a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his And cries aloud, — “Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk ! ales and his angers, look you, kill his pest friend, My soul shall thine keep company to heaven; Clytus. Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly a-breast;

Gow. Our king is not like him in that: he never As, in this glorious and well-foughten field,

killed any of his friends. We kept together in our chivalry!”

Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up: the tales out of my mouth, ere it is made and He smil'd me in the face, raught me his hand, finished. I speak but in the figures and compariAnd with a feeble gripe, says,—“Dear my lord, sons of it: as Alexander killed his friend Clytus, Commend my service to my sovereign.”

being in his ales and his cups; so also Harry MonSo did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck

mouth, being in his right wits and his good judgHe threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips; ments, turned away the fat knight with the great And so, espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd pelly-doublet: he was full of jests, and gipes, and A testament of noble-ending love.

knaveries, and mocks; I have forgot his name.

is porn.

Gow. Sir John Falstaff.

K: Hen. Thanks, good my countryman. Flu. That is he:-I'll tell you, there is goot men Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's countryman, porn at Monmouth.

I care not who know it; I will confess it to all the Gow. Here comes his majesty.

'orld: I need not to be ashamed of your majesty, Alarum. Enter King Henry, with a part of the English praised be God, so long as your majesty is an

honest man. forces; WARWICK, GLOSTER, EXETER, and others. K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to France

K. Hen. God keep me so!-Our heralds go with Until this instant.-- Take a trumpet, herald;

hir: Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill:

Bring me just notice of the numbers dead If they will fight with us, bid them come down,

On both our parts.--Call yonder fellow hither. Or void the field; they do offend our sight.

[Points to Williams. Exeunt Montjoy and others. If they'll do neither, we will come to them,

Exe. Soldier, you must come to the king. And make them skirr away, as swist as stones

Hen. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove in thy Enforced from the old Assyrian slings:

сар ? Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have;

Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of And not a man of them that we shall take,

one that I should fight withal, if he be alive. Shall taste our mercy :-go, and tell them so.

K. Hen. An Englishman ? Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my

Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal that liege.

swaggered with me last night ; who, if 'a live, and Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us’d to be.

ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to

take him a box o'the ear: or, if I can see my glove Enter MONTJOY.

in his cap, (which he swore, as he was a soldier, he K. Hen. How now, what means this, herald ? would wear, if alive,) I will strike it out soundly. know'st thou not,

K. Hen. What think you, captain Fluellen ? is it That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ransom? fit this soldier keep his oath? Com'st thou again for ransom?

Flu. He is a craven and a villain else, an't please Mont.

No, great king: your majesty, in my conscience. I come to thee for charitable licence,

K. Hen. It may be his enemy is a gentleman of That we may wander o'er this bloody field,

great sort, quite from the answer of his degree. To book our dead, and then to bury them;

Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the To sort our nobles from our common men,

tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necesFor many of our princes (woe the while !)

sary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and his Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood; oath : if he be perjured, see you now, his reputation (So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs is as arrant a villain, and a Jack-sauce, as ever his In blood of princes;) and their wounded steeds plack shoe trod upon Got's ground and his earth, Fret fetlock deep in gore, and with wild rage in my conscience, Îa. Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters, K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king, meet'st the fellow. To view the field in safety, and dispose

Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.
Of their dead bodies!

K. Hen, Who servest thou under?
K. Hen.
I tell thee truly, herald,

\Vill. Under captain Gower, my liege. I know not if the day be ours, or no;

Flu. Gower is a goot captain, and is goot knowFor yet a many of your horsemen peer,

ledge and literature in the wars. And gallop o'er the field.

K. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier.
The day is yours.
Will. I will, my liege.

[Erit. K. Hen. Praised be God, and not our strength, K. Hen. Here, Fluellen ; wear thou this favour for it!-


and stick it in thy cap: when Alençon and What is this castle call’d, that stands hard by? myself were down together, I plucked this glove Mont. They call it Agincourt.

from his helm : if any man challenge this, he is a K. Hen. Then call we this the field of Agincourt, friend to Alençon, and an enemy to our person; if Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.

thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an thou Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an 't dost me love. please your majesty, and your great uncle Edward Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as can the plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the be desired in the hearts of his subjects: I would fain chronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in France. see the man, that has but two legs, that shall find K. Hen. They did, Fluellen.

himself aggriefed at this glove, that is all; but I Flu. Your majesty says very true: if your ma- would fain see it once, an please Got of his grace, jesties is remembered of it, the Welshmen did goot that I might see. service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing K. Hen. Knowest thou Gower ? leeks in their Monmouth caps; which, your majesty Flu. He is my dear friend, an please you. knows, to this hour is an honourable padge of the K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him service; and I do believe, your majesty takes no to my tent. scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's day.

Flu. I will fetch him.

[Erit. K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour; K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, and my brother For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman.

Gloster, Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your Follow Fluellen closely at the heels : majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell The glove, which I have given him for a favour, you that: Got pless it, and preserve it, as long as it May haply purchase him a box o' the ear; pleases his grace, and his majesty too!

It is the soldier's; I, by bargain, should

Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick: Will. Your majesty came not like yourself: you If that the soldier strike him, (as, I judge

appeared to me but as a common man; witness the By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word,) night, your garments, your lowliness; and what Some sudden mischief may arise of it;

your highness suffered under that shape, I beseech For I do know Fluellen valiant,

you, take it for your own fault, and not mine : for And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder, had you been as I took you for, I made no offence : And quickly will return an injury:

therefore, I beseech your highness, pardon me. Follow, and see there be no harm between them.- K. Hen. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with Go you with me, uncle of Exeter. [Exeunt.

And give it to this fellow.—Keep it, fellow;

And wear it for an honour in thy cap,
SCENE VIII.Before King Henry's Pavilion.

Till I do challenge it. --Give him the crowns: Enter GOWER and WILLIAMS.

And, captain, you must needs be friends with him. Will. I warrant it is to knight you, captain.

Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has

mettle enough in his pelly.—Hold, there is twelve Enter FLUELLEN.

pence for you, and I pray you to serve Got, and Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I pe. keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, seech you now, come apace to the king: there is and dissensions ; and, I warrant you, it is the petmore goot toward you, peradventure, than is in your

ter for you. knowledge to dream of.

Will. I will none of your money. Will. Sir, know you this glove?

Flu. It is with a goot will; I can tell you, it will Flu. Know the glove! I know, the glove is a serve you to mend your shoes : come, wherefore glove.

should you be so pashful? your shoes is not so goot: Will. I know this, and thus I challenge it. ’tis a goot silling, I warrant you, or I will change it.

[Strikes him. Flu. 'Sblood ! an arrant traitor, as any's in the

Enter an English Herald. universal 'orld, or in France, or in England.

K. Hen. Now, herald,

,-are the dead number'd ? Gow. How now, Sir! you villain !

Her. Here is the number of the slaughter’d Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn ?


[Delivers a paper. Fiu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken, treason his payment into plows, I warrant you.

uncle? Will. I am no traitor.

Exe. Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.-I charge you in

king; his majesty's name, apprehend him: he is a friend of John duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt: the duke Alençon's.

Of other lords and barons, knights and 'squires, Enter WARWICK and GLOSTER.

Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. War. How now, how now! what's the matter?

K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand

Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is, praised be
Got for it! a most contagious treason come to light,

That in the field lie slain : of princes, in this number, look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day.-

And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead Here is his majesty.

One hundred twenty-six : added to these,

Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen,
Enter King Henry and Exeter.

Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which, K. Hen. How now! what's the matter?

Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights : Flu. My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, So that, in these ten thousand they have lost, look your grace, has struck the glove which your There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries; majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon. The rest are princes, barons, lords, knights, 'squires,

Will. My liege, this was my glove; here is the | And gentlemen of blood and quality. fellow of it; and he that I gave it to in change pro- The names of those their nobles that lie dead, mised to wear it in his cap: I promised to strike Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France; him, if he did : I met this man with my glove in his Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France ; cap, and I have been as good as my word.

The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures ; Flu. Your majesty hear now, (saving your ma- Great-master of France, the brave Sir Guischard jesty's manhood,) what an arrant, rascally, beggarly,

Dauphin; lousy knave it is : I hope your majesty is pear me John duke of Alençon ; Antony duke of Brabant, testimony, and witness, and avouchments, that this The brother to the duke of Burgundy ; is the glove of Alençon, that your majesty is give me, And Edward duke of Bar: of lusty earls, in your conscience, now.

Grandpre, and Roussi, Fauconberg, and Foix, K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier : look, here | Beaumont, and Marle, Vaudemont, and Lestrale. is the fellow of it.

Here was a royal fellowship of death ! 'Twas I, indeed, thou promisedst to strike;

Where is the number of our English dead ? And thou hast given me most bitter terms.

[Herald presents another paper. Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck answer Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk, for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld. Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam, esquire :

K. Hen. How canst thou make me satisfaction? None else of name; and of all other men,

Will. All offences, my liege, come from the But five and twenty.--O God, thy arm was here; heart:

: never came any from mine that might offend And not to us, but to thy arm alone, your majesty.

Ascribe we all !— When, without stratagem, K. Hen. It was ourself thou didst abuse,

But in plain shock and even play of battle,

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