Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness; Princely in both. West. O that we now had here Enter King HENRY. But one ten thousand of those men in England, K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from West. God's will, my liege, 'would you and Without more help, might fight this battle out! Which likes me better, than to wish us one.- Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, K. Hen. What's he, that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland?-No, my fair couIf we are mark'd to die, we are enough [sin: To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man By Jove, I am not covetous for gold: [more. Not care I, who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not, if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But, if it be a sin to covet honour, 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. O, do not wish one Must lie and fester. niore: [host, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,. names, Familiar in their mouths as household words,-- Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,- Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with The French are bravely in their battles set, West. Perish the man, whose mind is back- mercy, K. Hen. Who hath sent thee now? K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. Good God! why should they mock poor fellows thus? The man that once did sell the lion's skin A many of our bodies shall, no doubt, Dying like men, though buried in your dung- They shall be fam'd; for there the sun shall greet them, And draw their honours reeking up to neaven; France. Mark then a bounding valour in our English; Let me speak proudly;-Tell the Constable, And turn them out of service. If they do this, then Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour; Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald; Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them, * Remind. + I. e. In brazen plates anciently let into tomb-stones. Mont. 1 shall, king Harry. And so fare thee well: Thou never shalt hear herald any more. [Exit. K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again for ransom. Enter the Duke of YORK. York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I The leading of the vaward.* 469 Pist. Tell him,-my fury shall abate, and I The crowns will take. Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il? Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de pardonner aucun prisonnier; neantmoins, pour les escus que vous l'avez promis, il est content de vous donner la liberté, le franchisement. Fr. Soi. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille sol-tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le [beg remerciemens: et je m'estime heureux que je suis plus brave, valiant, et tres distingué seigneur d'Angleterre. K. Hen. Take it, brave York.-Now, diers, march away:And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day! [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-The Field of Battle. Alarums: Excursions. Enter FRENCH SOLDIER, PISTOL, and Boy. Pist. Yield, cur. Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous'estes le gentilhomme de bonne qualité. Pist. Quality, call you me?-Construe me, art thou a gentleman? What is thy name? discuss. Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu! Pist. Expound unto me, boy. Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand thanks: and he esteems himself happy that he hath fallen into the hands of (as he thinks) the most brave, valorous, and thriceworthy signieur of England. Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.Follow me, cur. [Exit PISTOL. Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine. [Exit FRENCH SOLDIER. I did never know so full a voice issue from so Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a gentle-empty a heart: but the saying is true,―The man: [mark ;Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox,t Except, O signieur, thou do give to me Egregious ransom. Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde! ayez pitié de moy! Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty moys; For I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat, Fr. Sol. Est il impossible d'eschapper la force de ton bras? Pist. Brass, cur! Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat, Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy! Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of Come hither, boy; Ask me this slave in French, Boy. Escoutez; Comment estes vous appellé? Boy. He says, his name is-master Fer. Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and firk. Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat. Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur? Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous faites vous prest; car de soldat icy est disposé tout a cette heure de couper vostre gorge. Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant, Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns; Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword. Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie pour l'amour de Dieu, me pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison: gardez ma vie, et je vous donneray deux cents escus. Pist. What are his words? Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a gentleman of a good house; and, for his ransom, he will give you two hundred crowns. empty vessel makes the greatest sound. Bar- I Dau. Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all! Sits mocking in our plumes.-O meschante for- [A short Alarum. selves. Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, frien Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives To smother up the English in our throngs, Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the Let life be short; else, shame will be too long. [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-Another part of the Field. Alarums. Enter King HENRY and Forces; EXETER, and others. K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant countrymen: But all's not done, yet keep the French the field. Exe. The duke of York commends him to your majesty. K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle? thrice, within this hour, I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting; Larding the plain: and by his bloody side, And cries aloud.-Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk! But I had not so much of man in me, K. Hen. I blame you not; For, hearing this, I must perforce compound [Alurum. But, hark! what new alarum is this same?The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd SCENE VII.-Another part of the Field. Alarums. Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER. Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis expressly against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be offered, in the 'orld: In your conscience now, is it not? Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the battle, have done this slaughter: besides, they have burned and carried away all that was in the king's tent; wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a gallant king! Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain Gower: What call you the town's name, where Alexander the pig was born? Gow. Alexander the great. Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? The pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the phrase is a little variations. * Reached. Gow. I think, Alexander the great was born in Macedon; his father was called-Philip of Macedon, as I take it. Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where Alexander is porn. I tell you, captain,-If you look in the maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations, look you, is both alike. There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth: it is called Wye, at Monmouth: but it is out of my prains, what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis so like as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both. If you mark Alexander's life well, Harry of Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent well; for there is figures in all things. Alexander (God knows, and you know,) in his rages, and his furies, and his wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and his displeasures, and his indignations, and also being a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and his angers, look you, kill his pest friend, Clytus. Gow. Our king is not like him in that; he never killed any of his friends. Flu. Is it not well done, mark you now, to take tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and finished. I speak but in the figures and comparisons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, being in his ales and his cups; so also Harry Monmouth, being in right wits and his goot judgements, is turn away the fat knight with the great pelly-doublet: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks; I am forget his name. Gow. Sir John Falstaff. Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there is goot men born at Monmouth. Gow. Here comes his majesty. Alarum. Enter King HENRY, with a part of the English Forces; WARWICK, GLOSTER, ExETER, and others. K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to France In blood of princes;) and their wounded steeds To view the field in safety, and dispose, K. Hen. I tell thee truly, herald, I know not, if the day be ours, or no; Mont. The day is yours. 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 f 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 others. Exe. Soldier, you must come to the king. 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, be 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, + High rank. * Coward K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meet'st the fellow. Will. So I will, my liege, as I live. K. Hen. Who servest thou under? Will. Under captain Gower, my liege. Flu. Gower is a goot captain; and is good knowledge and literature in the wars. K. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier. Will. I will, my liege. [Exit. 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? Flu. He is my dear friend, an please you. K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to my tent. Flu. I will fetch him. [Exit. K. Hen. My lord of Warwick,—and my brother Gloster, Follow Fluellen closely at the heels: [vour, If that the soldier strike him, (as, I judge Go you with me, uncle of Exeter. SCENE VIII.-Before King HENRY'S Pavi lion. 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? Flu. Know the glove? I know, the glove is a glove. Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it. [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! Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn? Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give treason his payment into plows, I warrant you. For saucy Jack. 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. War. How now, how now! what's the mat-Of ter? 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? Flu. 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. Flu. Your majesty hear now, (saving your majesty's manhood,) what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lowsy knave it is: I hope, your majesty is pear me testimony, and witness, and avouchments, that this is the glove of Alençon, that your majesty gave me, in your conscience now. K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier; Look, here is the fellow of it. "Twas I, indeed, thou promised'st to strike; and thou hast given me most bitter terms. 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 liege, come from the heart: never came any from mine, that might offend your majesty. K. Hen. It was ourself thou didst abuse. Will. Your majesty came not like yourself: you appeared to me but as a common 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; 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 warrant you, it is the petter for you. Will. I will none of your money. Flu. 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: 'tis a goot silling, I warrant you, or I will change it. Enter an English HERALD. Her. Here is the number of the slaughter'd [Delivers a Paper. French. 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: other lords, and barons, knights, and 'squires, Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. And gentlemen of blood and quality. Here was a royal fellowship of death!- [HERALD presents another Paper. Exe. "Tis 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 the praise from God, Which is his only. Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell how many is killed? K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknowThat God fought for us. [ledgment, Flu. Yes, my conscience, he 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, We'll then to Calais; and to England then; Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy [Exeunt. men. ACT V. Enter CHORUS. Chor. Vouchsafe to those that have not read That I may prompt them: and of such as have, K. Hen. Now, herald; are the dead num- Of time, of numbers, and due course of things, ber'd? Which cannot in their huge and proper life |