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Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness; K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from Princely in both.

England, consin ? West. O that we now had here

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

I alone,
Enter King HENRY.

Without more help, might fight this battle out! But one ten thousand of those men in England, K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five That do no work to-day!

thousand men; K. Hen. What's he, that wishes so?

Which likes me better, than to wish us one.-My cousin Westmoreland ?-No, my fair cou. You know your places: God be with you all! If we are mark'd to die, we are enough (sin:

Tucket.-Enter MONTJOY. To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man

king Harry, By Jove, I am not covetous for gold: (more. If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, Not care I, who doth feed upon my cost; Before thy most assured overthrow: It yearns* me not, if inen my garments wear; For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf, Such outward things dwell not in my desires : Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in But, it it be a sin to covet honour,

mercy, I am the most offending soul alive. [land: The Constable desires thee—thou wilt mind* No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from Eng. Thy followers of repentance; that their souls God's peace! I would not lose so great an May make a peaceful and a sweet retire honour,

{me, From off these fields, where (wretches) their As one man more, methinks, would share from

poor bodies For the best hope I have. (), do not wish one Must lie and fester.

(host,

K. Hen. Who hath sent thee now? Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my

Mont. The Constable of France. That he, which hath no stomach to this tight, K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer Let him depart; his passport shall be made,

back; And crowns for convoy put into his purse: Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. We would not die in that man's company,

Good God! why should they mock poor felThat fears bis fellowship to die with us.

lows thus? This day is call'd—the feast of Crispian : The man that once did sell the lion's skin He, that outlives this day, and comes safe While the beast liv'd, was killd with hunt. home,

ing him. Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d, A many of our bodies shall, no doubt, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. Fiod native graves; upon the which I trust, He, that shall live this day, and see old age,

Shall witness live in brasst of this day's work: Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends, And those that leave their valiant bones in And say-to-morrow is Saint Crispian:

France, Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his Dying like men, though buried in your dungscars,

hills, And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day. They shall be fam’d; for there the sun shall Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,

greet them, But he'll remember, with advantages,

And draw their honours reeking up to neaven; What feats he did that day: Then shall our Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime, names,

The smell whereof shall breed a plague in Familiar in their mouths as household words,-

France. Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter, Mark then a bounding valour in our English; Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster, That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing, Be in their flowing cups freshly remember's: Break out into a second course of mischief, This story shall the good man teach his son; Killing in relapse of mortality, And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, Let me speak prondly;—Tell the Constable, From this day to the ending of the world, We are but warriors for the working-day: But we in it shall he remembered :

Our gayness, and our gilt, s are all besmirch'ali We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; With rainy marching in the painful field; For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me,

There's not a piece of feather in our host, Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, (Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly,) This day shall gentle his condition :t

And timne hath worn us into slovenry: And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim: Shall think themselves accurs'd, they were not And my poor soldiers tell me-yet ere night here;

[speaks, They'll be in fresher robes ; or they will pluck And hold their manhoods cheap, while any The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

heads,

And turn them out of service. If they do this, Enter SALISBURY.

(As, if God please, they shall,) my ransom Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with

then speed :

Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy la. The French are bravelyt in their battles set,

bour; And will with all expediences charge on us.

Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald; K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds | They shall have done, I swear, but these my be so.

joints: West. Perish the man, whose mind is back. Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them, ward now!

Shall yield them little, tell the Constable. • Grieves,

* Remind. +1.e. This day shall advance him to the rank of a gen. + 1. e. In brazen plates anciently let into tomb-stones tlernan.

• We are soldiers but coarsely dressed. Gallantly. Expedition:

s Golden shows, superficial gilding. il Soiled.

man:

moy!

469 Viont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee Pist. Tell him,-my fury shall abate, and I well :

The crowns will také. Thou never shalt hear herald any more. [Exit. Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il ? K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de for ransom.

pardonner qucun prisonnier; neantinoins, pour

les escus que vous savez promis, il est content de Enter the Duke of YORK.

vous donner la liberté, le frunchisement. York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I Fr. Soi. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille The leading of the vaward.*

[beg remerciemens: et je m'estime heureux que je suis K. Hen. 'Take it, brave York.-Now, sol- tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le diers, march away :

plus brave, valiant, et tres distingué seigneur And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day! d'Angleterre.

(Exeunt.

Pist. Expound unto me, boy.

Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thouSCENE IV.The Field of Battle. sand thanks: and he esteems himself happy Alarums: Excursions. Enter French Soldier, that he hath fallen into the hands of (as he Pistol, and Boy.

thinks) the most brave, valorous, and thrice. ; Pist. Yield, cur.

worthy signieur of England.

Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous'estes le gentilhomme

show. de bonne qualité.

Follow me, cur. Pist. Quality, call you me?-Construe me,

[Exit Pistok.

Boy. Suivez rous le grand capitaine. art thou a gentleman ? What is thy name?

(Exit French SOLDIER. discuss.

I did never know so full a voice issue from so Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu ! Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a gentle- empty a heart: but the saying is true,- The

empty vessel makes the greatest sound. BarPerpend my words, O signieur Dew, and dolph, and Nym, had ten times more valour () signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox,t

than this roaring devil i'the old play, that every Except, O signieur, thou do'give to me

one may pare his nails with a wooden dagger; Egregious ransom.

and they are both hanged; and so would this Fr, Sol. O, prennez misericorde ! ayez pitié de be, if he durst steal any thing

adventurously.

I must stay with the lackeys, with the luggage Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty

of our camp: the French might have a good

prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none moys; For I will fetch thy rimt out at thy throat,

to guard it, but boys.

(Exit. In drops of crimson blood. Fr. Sol. Est il impossible d'eschapper la force

SCENE V.- Another part of the Field of de ton bras ?

Battle. Pist. Brass, cur!

Alarums. Enter DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, BOURBON, Thou damned and luxuriousę mountain goat, Offer'st me brass ?

CONSTABLE, RAMBURES, and others. Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy!

Con. O diable? Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of Orl. O seigneur !-le jour est perdu, tout est moysil

perdu! Come hither, böy; Ask me this slave in French, Dau. Mort de mu rie! all is confounded, all! What is his name.

Reproach and everlasting shame Boy. Escoutez ; Comment estes rous appellé ? Sits mocking in our plumes.- meschante forFr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer.

tune!Boy. He says, his name is--master Fer.

Do not run away.

[.A short Alarum. Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk

Con. Why, all our ranks are broke. him, and ferret him :-discuss the same in

Duu. O perdurable shame!--let's stab ourFrench unto him.

selves.

[for? Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice ferret, and firk.

Orl. Is this the king we sent to for his ranPist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his

som ? throat.

Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur ?

but shame! Boy. Il me commande de rous dire que vous Let us die instant. Once more back again; faites rous prest; car de soldat icy est disposé tout And he that will not follow Bourbon now, a cette heure de couper vostre gorge.

Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand, Pist. (uy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant, Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door, Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns; Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog,t Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword. His fairest daughter is contaminate.

Fr. Sol. O, je rous supplie pour l'amour de Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, frienc Dieu, me pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de us now! bonne maison : gardez ma vie, et je vous donneray Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives deux cents escus.

Unto these English, or else die with fame. Pist. What are his words?

Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a To smother up the English in our throngs, gentleman of a good house; and, for his ran- If any order might be thought upon. som, he will give you two hundred crowns. Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the

throng; * Vanguard

* An old cant word for a sword, so called from a famous Let life be short; else, shame will be too long. sword cutler of the name of Fox.

[Exeunt. 1 'The diaphragm.

Lascivious, # Pieces of money,

$ Chastise.

* Lasting. tl. e, Who has no more gentility.

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SCENE VI.-Another part of the Field. Gow. I think, Alexander the great was born Alurums. Enter King HENRY and Forces;

in Macedon; his father was called-Philip of

Macedon, as I take it.
Exeter, and others.

Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where AlexK. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant ander is porn. I tell you, captain,- If you look countrymen:

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

both alike. There is a river in Macedon; and K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle? thrice, with there is also moreover a river at Monmouth: in this hour,

it is called Wye, at Monmouth: but it is out I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting; of my prains, what is the name of the other From helmet to the spur, all blood he was. river; but 'tis all one, 'tis so like as my fingers Exe. In which array, (brave soldier,) doth is to my fingers, and there is salmons in he lie,

both. If you mark Alexander's lite well, Larding the plain: and by his bloody side, Harry of Monmouth's life is come after it (Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,)

indifferent well; for there is figures in all The noble earl of Suffolk also lies.

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

also being a little intoxicates in his prains, And cries aloud.- Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk !

did, in his ales and his angers, look you, kili My soul shall thine keep company to heaven: his pest friend, Clytus. Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly u-breast; Gow. Our king is not like him in that; he As, in this glorious and well-foughten field, never killed any of his friends. We kept together in our chiralry!

Flu. Is it not well done, mark you now, to Upon these words I came, and cheer’d him up: take tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an He smil'd me in the face, raught* me his hand, end and finished. I speak' but in the figures And, with a feeble gripe, says,- Dear my lord, and comparisons of it: As Alexander is kill Commend my service to my sovereign.

his friend Clytus, being in his ales and bis So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck cups; so also Harry Monmouth, being in right He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips; wits and his goot judgements, is turn away the And so, espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd fat knight with the great pelly-doublet: he A testament of noble-ending love.

was full of jests, and sipes, and knaveries, The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd and mocks; I am forget his name. Those waters from me, which I would have Gow. Sir John Falstaff. stopp'd;

Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there is But I had not so much of man in me,

goot men born at Monmouth. But all my mother came into mine eyes,

Gow. Here comes his majesty.
And gave me up to tears.
K. Hen. I blame you not;

Alarum. Enter King Henry, with a part of the For, hearing this, I must perforce compound

English Forces; WARWICK, G:OSTER, ExWith mistful eyes, or they will issue too.

ETER, and others. [Avrum.

K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to But, hark! what new alarum is this same?

France The French have reinforc'd their scatter'a Until this instant.-Take a trumpet, herald;

Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill; Then every soldier kill his prisoners;

If they will fight with us, bid them come down, Give the word through.

[Exeunt.

Or void the field; they do offend our sight:

If they'll do neither, we will come to them; SCENE VII.-Another part of the Field.

And make them skirr** away as swift as stones

Enforced from the old Assyrian slings : Alarums. Enter FLUELLEN and Gower,

Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis

have; expressly against the law of arms: 'tis as ar- And not a man of them, that we shall take, rant a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can Shall taste our mercy :-Go, and tell them so. be offered, in the 'orld: In your conscience

Enter MONTJOY. now, is it not ?

Gou'. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left Ere. Here comes the herald of the French, alive; and the cowardly rascals, that ran from

my liege. the battle, have done this slaughter: besides, Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us'd they have burned and carried away all that

to be. was in the king's tent; wherefore the king, K. Hen. How now, what means this, herald most worthily, hath caused every soldier to

know'st thou not,

(som? cut his prisoner's throat. 0, 'tis a gallant That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ranking!

Com'st thou again for ransom? Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain

Mont. No, great king: Cower: What call you the town's name, That we may wander o'er this bloody field,

I come to thee for cbaritable license, where Alexander the pig was born ? Cox. Alexander the great.

To book our dead, and then to bury them; P'll. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? The To sort our nobles from our common men; piz, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, For many of our princes (woe the while! or ihe magnanimous, are all one reckonings, Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood; sare ile phrase is a little variations.

(So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs

men:-

* Roached,

* Sco

In blood of princes;) and their wounded steeds it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep Pret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild his vow and his oath: if he be perjured, see rage,

[ters, you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain, Yerk out their armed heels at their dead mas- and a Jack-sauce,* as ever his plack shoe trod Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great upon Got's ground and his earth, in my conking,

science, la. To view the field in safety, and dispose,

K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when Of their dead bodies.

thou meet'st the fellow. K. Hen. I tell thee truly, herald,

Will. So I will, my liege, as I live. I know not, if the day be ours, or no;

K. Hen. Who servest thou under? For yet a many of your horsemen peer,

Will. Under captain Gower, my liege. And gallop o'er the field.

Flu. Gower is a goot captain; and is good Mont. The day is yours.

knowledge and literature in the wars. K. Hen. Praised be God, and not our K. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier. strength, for it!

Will. I will, my liege.

[Exu. What is this castle call’d, that stands hard by? K. Hen. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this faMont. They call it-Agincourt.

vour for me, and stick it in thy cap: When K. Hen. Then call we this—the field of Agin- Alençon and myself were down together, I court,

plucked this glove from his helm: if any man Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus. challenge this, he is a friend to Alençon and

Flu. Your grandfather of famous meinory, an enemy to our person; if thou encounter any an't please your majesty, and your great-uncle such, apprehend him, an thou dost love me. Edward the plack prince of Wales, as I have Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, read in the chronicles, fought a most prave as can be desired in the hearts of his subjects: pattle here in France.

I would fain see the man, that has but two K. Hen. They did, Fluellen.

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

Flu. I will fetch him.

[Exit. K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour: K. Hen. My lord of Warwick,_and my bro.. For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman.

ther Gloster, Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your Follow Fluellen closely at the heels: (vour, majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can The glove, which I have given him for a latell you thats Got pless it and preserve it, as May, haply, purchase him a box o'the ear; long as it pleases his grace, and his majesty It is the soldier's; 1, by bargain, should too!

Wear it myself.' Follow, good cousin WarK. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman.

wick: Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's coun- If that the soldier strike him, (as, I judge tryman, I care not wbn know it; I will confess By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word,) it to all the 'orld: I need not to be ashamed of Some sudden mischief may arise of it; your majesty, praised be God, so long as your For I do know Fluellen valiant, majesty is an honest man.

And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder, K. Hen. God keep me so !-Our heralds go And quickly will return an injury: with him;

Follow, and see there be no harm between Bring me just notice of the numbers dead

them. On both our parts.-Call yonder fellow hither. Go you with me, uncle of Exeter. (Exeunt. [Points to Williams. [Exeunt MONTJOY and others.

*SCENE VIII.-Before King Henry's Pavi. Exe. Soldier, you must come to the king.

lion. K. Hen. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove

Enter Gower and WILLIAMS. in thy cap? Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage

Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain. of one that I should fight withal, if he be alive. K. Hen. An Englishman?

Enter FlUELLEN. Will. Au't please your majesty, a rascal, Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I that swaggered with me last night: who, if 'a peseech you now, come apace to the king: live, and ever dare to challenge this glove, I there is more goot toward you, peradventure, bave sworn to take him a box o'the ear: or, if than is in your knowledge to dream of. I can see my glove in his cap, (which he swore, Will. Sir, know you this glove? as he was a soldier, be would wear, if alive,) Flu. Know the glove? I know, the glove is a I will strike it out soundly.

glove. K. Hen. What think you, captain Fluellen? Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it. is it fit this soldier keep his oath?

[Strikes him. Flu. He is a craven* and a villain else, an't Flu. 'Sblud, än arrant traitor, as any's in please your majesty, in my conscience. universal 'orld, or in France, or in England.

K. Hen. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman Gow. How now, Sir? you villain !
of great sort,t quite from the answer of his de- Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn?
gree.

Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as give treason his payment into plows, I warrant the tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, you. * Coward + High rank

For saucy Jack.

Dow.

Will. I am no traitor.

Her. Here is the number of the slaughter'd Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.--I charge you

French.

[Delivers a Paper. in his majesty's name, apprehend him; he's a K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are friend of the duke Alençon's.

taken, uncle?

Ere. Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the Enter WARWICK and GLOSTER.

king; War. How now, how now! what's the mat- of other lords, and barons, knights, and

John duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt: ter? Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised Full fifteen hundred, besides common men.

'squires, be Got for it!) a most contagious treason come K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thou to light, look you, as you shall desire in a sum

sand French,

(number mer's day. Here is his majesty.

That in the field lie slain: of princes, in this Enter King HENRY and.EXETER. And pobles bearing banners, there lie dead

One hundred ewenty-six: added to these, K. Hen, How now! what's the matter? Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen,

Flu. My liege, here is a villain, and a traitor, Eight thousand and four hundred; of the that, look your grace, has struck the glove

which,

knights: which your majesty is take out of the helmet Five hundred were but yesterday dubb’d of Alençon.

So that, in these ten thousand they have lost, Will. My liege, this was my glove; here is There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries; the fellow of it and he, that I gave it to the rest are-princes, barons, lords, knights, in change, promised to wear it in his cap; I ’squires, promised to strike him, if he did: I met this And gentlemen of blood and quality. man with my glove in his cap, and I have been the name of those their nobles that lie dead, as good as my word.

Charles De-la-bret, high Constable of France; Flu. Your majesty hear now, (saving your Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France; majesty's manhood,) what an arrant, rascally, the master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures; beggarly, lowsy knave it is: I hope, your ma. Great-master of France, the brave Sir Guisjesty is pear me testimony, and witness, and

chard Dauphin;

[bant, avouchments, that this is the glove of Alençon, John Duke of Alençon; Antony duke of Brathat your majesty gave me, in your conscience The brother to the duke of Burgundy;

And Edward duke of Bar: of lusty earls, K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier ; Look, Grandpré, and Roussi, Fauconberg, and Foix, here is the fellow of it. 'Twas 1, indeed, thou Beaumont, and Marle, Vaudemont, and Lespromised'st to strike; and thou hast given me

trale, most bitter terms.

Here was a royal fellowship of death!Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck Where is the number of our English dead? answer for it, if there is any martial law in the

(HERALD presents another Paper. 'orld.

Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk, K. Hen. How canst thou make me satisfac-Sir Richard Ketley, Davy Gam, esquire: tion?

None else of name; and, of all other men, Will. All offences, my liege, come from the But tive and twenty. O God, thy arm was here, heart: never came any from mine, that might And not to us, but to thy arm alone, offend 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,

Will. Your majesty came not like yourself: Was ever known so great and little loss, you appeared to me but as a common man; On one part and on the other?—Take it, God, witness the night, your garments, your lowli- | For it is only thine! ness; and what your highness suffered under Exe. "Tis wonderful! that shape, I beseech, you take it for your own K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the fault, and not mine: for had you been as I took

village: you for, I made no offence; therefore, I beseech And be it death proclaimed through our host, your bighness, pardon me.

To boast of this, or take the praise from God, K. Hen. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove which is his only. with crowns,

Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, And give it to this fellow.-Keep it, fellow; to tell how many is killed ? And wear it for an honour in thg cap,

K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknow. Till I do challenge it.Give him the crowns : That God fought for us.

[ledgment, And, captain, you must needs be friends with Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great him.

goot. Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow K. Hen. Do we all holy rites; has mettle enough'in his pelly :-- Hold, there Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum. is twelve pence for you, and I pray you to serve the dead with charity enclos'd in clay, Got, and keep you out of prawis, and prabbles, We'll then to Calais; and to England then; and quarrels, and dissensions, and, I warrant Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy you, it is the petter for you.

[Exeunt. Will. I will none of your money. Flu. It is with a gooi will; I can tell you, it

ACT V. will serve you to mend your shoes : Come,

Enter CHORUS. wherefore should you be so pashful? your shoes is not so goot: 'tis a goot silling, I warrant you, Chor. Vouchsafe to those that have not read or I will change it.

the story,

That I may prompt them: and of such as have, Enter un English HERALD.

I humbly pray them to admit the excuse K. Hen. Now, herald ; are the dead num. Of time, of numbers, and due course of things, berd?

Which cannot in their huge and proper life

men.

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