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From off these fields, where (wretches) their poor bo
dies Must be and fester.
K. Hen. Who hath sent thee now? Ment. The constable of France. K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer back ; 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 While the beast livid, was kill'd with hunting him. A many of our bodies shall, no doubt, Find native graves; upon the which, I trust, Shall witness live in brass of this day's work; And those that leave their valiant bones in France, Dying like men, though buried in your dungliills, They shall be famd; for there the sun shall greet them, And draw their honours reeking up to beaven ; Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime, The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France. Mark then abounding valour in our English ; That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing, Break out into a second course of mischief, Killing in relapse of mortality. Let me speak proudly;Tell the constable, We are but warriors for the working-day: Our gayness, and our gilt, are all besmirchd With rainy marching in the painful field; There's not a piece of feather in our host, (Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly,) And time hath worn us into slovenry: But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim: And my poor soldiers tell me,-yet ere night They'll be in fresher robes; or they will pluck The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads, And turn them out of service. If they do this, (As if, Gal please, they shall,) my ransome then Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour; Come thou no more for ransome, gentle herald ; They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints: Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them, Shall yield them little, tell the constable.
Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee well : Thou never shalt hear berald any more. [Exit. K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again for ransone.
Enter the Duke of York. York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg The leading of tbe vaward. K. Hen. Take it, brave York. Now, soldiers,
march away » And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!
(Exeunt. SCENE IV.-The Field of Battle. Alarums : Excur. sions. Enter French Soldier, Pistol, and Boy.
F. Sol. Est il impossible d'eschapper la force de ton bras?
Pist. Brass, cur!
F. Sol. O pardonnez moy!
Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys!-
Boy. Escoutez; comment estes vous appelle ??
Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk him, and ferret him :-discuss the same in French unto him.
Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and firk.
Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat.
Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous faites Dous prest; car ce soldat icy est dispose tout a cette heure de couper vostre gorge.
Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant,
F. Sol. 0, je vous supplie pour l'amour de Dieu, me pardonner ! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison ; gardez ma vie, je vous donneray deux cents escur.
Pist. What are his words?
Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a gentle man of a good hours; and, for his ransome, he will give you two hundred crowns.
Pist. Tell him,-my fury shall abate, and I The crowns will take.
F. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il ?
Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de par. donner aucun prisonnier ; neantmoins, pour les escus que vous l'avez promis, il est content de vous donner la liberte, le franchisement.
F. Sol. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille remerciemens : et je m'estime heureux que je suis tombe entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave, val. iant, tres distingue seigneur d'Angleterre.
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 thrice worthy 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 F. Sol.) I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true, -The empty vessel makes the greatest sound. Bardolph, and Nym, had ten times more valour than this roaring devil i’ the old play, that every one may pare his nails with a wooden dagger ; and they are both hanged ; and so would this be, if he durst steal any thing adventurously. I must stay with the laekeys, with the luggage of our camp: the French might have a good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none to guard it, but boys
Pist. Yield, cur
F. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme de
Piat. Quality, call you me?-Construe me, art thou a gentleman? What is thy name ? discuss.
F. Sol. O siegneur Dicu! Pist. O, signeur Dew should be a gentleman :Perpend my words, O signeur Dew, and mark ; O signeur Dew, thou diest on point of fox, Except, O signeur, thou do give to me Egregious ransome. F. Sol. O, prennez misericorde ! ayez pitie de moy!
Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty moys; For I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat, la drops of crimson blood.
SCENE V.- Another part of the Field of Battle. Ala
Enter Dauphin, Orleans, Bourbon, Consta ble, Rambures, and others. Con. O diable? Orl. O seigneur !- le jour est perdu, tout est perdu !
Dau. Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes.-O meschante fortune! Do not run away.
[ A short alarum.
Why, all our ranks are broke. against the law of arms : 'tis as arrant a plece of Dau. O perdurable shame !-let's stab ourselves. knavery, mark you now, as can be offered, in the forled; Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for? In your conscience now, is it not?
Orl. Is this the king we sent to for his ransome? Gow. 'Tis certain there's not a boy left alive ; and Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but the cowarlly rascals, that ran from the battle, lave shame!
done this slaughter: besides, they have burned and Let us die iustant: Once more back again ;
carried away all that was in the king's tent; where And he that will not follow Bourbon now,
fore the king, post worthily, hath caused every soldier Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand,
to cut his prisoner's throat. 0, 'tis a gallant king! Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door,
Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain Gower: Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog,
what call you the town's name, where Alexander the His fairest daughter is contaminate.
pig was born ? Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now! Gow. Alexander the Great. Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives
Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great ? the pig, Unto these English, or else die with fame.
or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the mag. Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, nanimous, are all one reckonings, save the phrase is a To smother up the English in our throngs,
little variations. If any order might be thought upon.
Gow. I think, Alexander the Great, was born in Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the throng; || Macedon ; his father was called-Philip of Macedon, as Let life be short ; else, shame will be too long. I take it.
[Exeunt. Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where Alexander is SCENE VI.- Another Part of the Field. Alarums.
porn. I tell you, captain,-If you look in the maps of Enter King Henry, and Forces; Exeter. and others.
the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the comparisons
between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations, K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice valiant country
look you, is both alike. There is a river in Macedon; men:
and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth: it is But all's not done, yet keep the French the field.
called Wye, at Monmouth; but it is out of my praios, Ext. The duke of York commends him to your
what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, majesty.
'tis so like as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is K. Hen. Lives hc, good uncle? thrice, within this
salmons in both. If you mark Alexander's life well, hour,
Harry of Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent I saw him down; thrice up again, and figliting;
well; for there is figures in all things. Alexander From helmet to the spur, all blood he was.
God knows, and you know) in his rages, and his fun Exe. In which array, (brave soldier) dotlı he lie,
ries, and his wraths, and his cholers, and his mous, and Larding the plain : and by his bloody side,
his displeasures, and his indignations, and also being a (Yoke-fellow to his honourowing wounds.)
little intoxicates in his prains, did in his ales and his The noble earl of Suffolk also lies.
angers, look you, kill his pest friend, Clytus. Suffolk first died; and York, all haggled over,
Gow. Our king is not like him in that; he never Comes to him, where in gore he lay instep'd,
killed any of his friends. And takes him by the beard ; kissi's the gashe's,
Flic. It is not well done, mark you now, to take That bloodily did yawn upon his face ;
tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and finAnd cries aloud, -Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk!
ished. I speak but in the figures and comparisons of My soul shall thine keep company to learen:
ic: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, being in his Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly a-breast;
ales and his cups ; so also Harry Monmouth, being in Ar, in this glorious and well-foughten field,
his right wits and his goot judgements, is turn away IVe kept together in our chivalry!
the fat knight with the great pelly-doublet: He was Upon these words I caine, and cheerd him up :
full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks ; I Ile smild me in the face, raught me his hand,
am forget his name. And, with a feeble gripe, says,- Deur my lord,
Gow. Sir John Falstaif. Commend my service to my sovereig11.
Flu. That is c: I can tell you, there is goot men So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck
born at Monmouth. He threw his woundel arm, and kiss'd his lips;
Gow. Here comes his majesty.
Alarum. Enter King Henry, with a part of the Enge The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd
lish Forces; Warwick, Gloster, Exeter, and others. Those waters from me, which I would have stoppd;
Ki Hen. I was not angry since I came to France But I had not so much of man in me,
Until this instant.- Take a trumpet, herald ; But all my mother came into mine eyes,
Ride thou into the horsemen on yon hill; And gave me up to tears.
If they will fight with us, bid them come down, K. Hen. I blame you not ;
Or void the field; they do offend our sight: For, hearing this, I must perforce compound
If they'll do neither, we will come to them;
And make them shirr away, as switi as st Sales
And not a man oi them, that we shall lukt',
Shall taste our mercy:-Go, and well them $0. My cousin WI.- Another Part of the field. Alaruns.
Erder Montjoy. If we are mark nter Fluellen and Gower.
Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, nis liegen To do our countr.oys and the luggage ! 'tis expressly Gio. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be The fewer men, the
K.Hen. How now! what means this, herald? knowost Flu. He is a craven and a villain else, an't please thou not,
your majesty, in my conscience. That I have find these bones of mine for ransome? K. Hen. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman of Comnost thou again for ransome?
great sorte quite from the answer of his degree. Mont.
No, great king: Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the tevil I come to thee for charitable license,
is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, That we may wander o'er this bloody field,
look your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath : To book our dead, and then to bury them;
if he be perjured, see you now, his reputation is as ar. To sort our nobles from our common men;
ranta villain, and a Jack-sauce, as ever his plack shoe For many of our princes (woe the while !)
trol upon Got's ground and bis earth, in my conLie drown'd aud soak'd in mercenary blood;
science, la. (So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs
K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thon In bloor of princes ;) and their wounded steeds
mert'st the fellow. Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild rage,
Will. So I will, my liege, as I live. Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters,
K. Hen. Who servest thou under? Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king,
Will. Under captain Gower, my liege To view the field in safety, and dispose
Flu. Gower is a goot captain ; and is goot knowl of their dead bodies.
edge and literature in the wars. K. Hen. I tell thee truly, herald,
K. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier. I know not, if the day be ours, or no ;
Will. I will, my liege.
[Erit. For yet a many of your horseman peer,
K. Hen. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for And gallop o'er the field.
me, and stick it in thy cap: When Alencon and myMont. The day is yours.
self were down together, I plucked this glove from K. Hen. Praised be God, and not our strength, for it! bis helm : if any man challenge this, he is a friend to -What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by ? Alencon and an enemy to our person ; if thou encoun. diont. They call it-Agincourt.
ter any such, apprehend him, an thou dost love me. K. Hen. Then call we this--the field of Agincourt, Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as can Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.
be desired in the hearts of his subjects : I would fain Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't
see the man, that has but two legs, that shall find him please your majesty, and your great unele Edward the self aggriefed at this glove, that is all; but I would plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles, fain see it once; an please Got of his grace, that I fought a most prave pattle here in France.
might see it. K. Hen. They did, Fluellen.
K. Hen. Know'st thou Gower? Flu. Your majesty says very true: If your majesties Flu, He is my dear friend, an please you. is remembered of it, the Welshman did goot service in K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to a garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their
my tent. Monmouth caps ; which, your majesty knows, to this Flu. I will fetch him.
[E.rit. hour is an honourable padge of the service · and, I do K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, -and my brother believe, your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek Gloster, upon Saint Tavy's day.
Follow Fluellen closely at the heels : K, Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour: The glove, which I have given him for a favour, For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman. May, haply, purchase him a box o' the ear;
Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your majes. It is the soldier's; 1, by bargain, should ty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that: Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick; Got pless it and preserve it, as long as it pleases his If that the soldier strike him, (as, I judge grace, and his majesty too!
By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word,) K. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman.
Some sudden mischief may arise of it;
[Exeunt. him; Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
SCENE VIļI.-Before King Henry's Pavilion. E11On both our parts.--Call yonder fellow hither.
ter Gower and Williams.
Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain.
Flu. Got's will and bis pleasure, captain, 1 peseech Wil. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of one you now, come apace to the king: there is more goot that I should tight withal, if he be alive.
toward you, peradventure, than is in your knowledge K. Hen. An Englishman?
to dream of. Will. An't please your inajesty, a rascal, that swag Will. Sir, know you this glove? gered with me last night: who, if 'a live, and ever dare Flu. Know the glove? I know, the glove is a glove. to challenge this glove, I have sworn to take him a box Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it. o'the car: or, if I can see my glove in his cap, (which
[Strikes him. be swore, as he was a soldier, he would wear, if alive.) Flu. 'Sblod, an arrant traitor, as any's in the uni. I will strike it out soundly.
versal 'orld, or in France, or in England. K. Hen. What think you, captain Fluellen? is it fit Gow. How now, sir? you villain ! this soldier kcep his oatb?
Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn ?
Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give trea of other fords, and barons, knights, and 'squires, son his payment into plows, I warrant you.
Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. Will. I am no traitor.
K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.-I charge you in his French, majesty's name, apprehend him; he's a friend of the That in the field lie slain: of princes, in this number, duke Alencon's.
And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
One hundred twenty-six: added to these,
of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen, Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be Got
Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which, for it!) a most contagious treason come to light, look
Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights: you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Here is
So that, in these ten thousand they have lost, his majesty
There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries;
The rest art-princes, barons, lords, knights, 'squires, K. Hen. How now! what's the matter?
And gentlemen of blood and quality. Flu. My liege, here is a villain, and a traitor, chat,
The names of those their nobles that lie dead,look your grace, has struck the glove which your wa
Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France; jesty is take out of the helmet of Alencon.
Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France ;
The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures; Will. My liege, this was my glove; here is the sellow of it: and he, that I gave it to in change, promis- Great-master of France, the brave sir Guischard Daved to wear it in his cap; I promised to strike him, if
phin ; he did : I met this man with my glove in his cap,
John duke of Alencon; Anthony duke of Brabant,
and I have been as good as my word.
The brother to the duke of Burgundy ; Flu. Your majesty bear now. (saving your majesty's
And Edward duke of Bar: of Justy earls, manhood.) what an arrabt, rascally, beggarly, lowsy Grandpre, and Roussi. Fauconberg, and Foix, knave it is : I hope, your majesty is pear me testimo
Beaumont, and Mark-, Vauderont, and Lestrale. ny, and witness, and avouchments, that this is the
Here was a royal fellowship of death!
Where is the number of our English dead? glove of Alencon, that your majesty is give me, in
[Herald presents and her paper. your conscience now. K. Iten. Give me thy glove, soldier; Look, here is
Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk, the fellow of it. 'Twas I, indeed, thou promisd'st to
Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam, esquire:
None eIse of nanje; and, of all other men, strike; and thou hast given me most bitter terms.
But five-and-twenty. O God, thy arm was here! Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck answer
And not to us, but to thy arm alone, for it, if there is any martial law in the ‘orid.
Ascribe we all. When, without stratagem,
But in plain shock, and even play of battle,
Was ever known so great and little loss, never came any from mide, that might offend your majesty.
On one part, and on the other ? Take it, God, K. Hen. It was ourself thou didst abuse.
For it is only thine!
K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the village: night, your garments, your lowliness ; and what your
And be it death proclaimed through our host,
To boast of this, or take that praise from God, highness suffered under that shape, I beseech you,
Which is his only. take it for your own fault, and not mine: for had you been as I took you for, I made no offence; therefore,
Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell I beseech your highness, pardon me.
how many is killed ? K. Hen. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with
K. Hen. Yes, captain ; but with this acknowledge
ment, crowns, And give it to this fellow.-Keep it, fellow;
That God fought for us. And wear it for an honour in thy cap,
Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot.
K. Hen. Do we ali holy rites;
Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te deum.
The dead with charity enclos'd in clay, tle enough in his pelly :-Hold, there is twelve pence
We'll then to Calais ; and to England then; for you, and I pray you to serve Got, and keep you
Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men.
[E.xerent. 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.
ACT V. serve you to mend your shoes : Come, wherefore
Enter Chorus. should you be so pashful? your shoes is not so goot:
VOUCHSAFE to those that have not read the story, tis a goot silling, I warrant you, or I will change it.
That I may prompt them: and of such as have,
I humbly pray them to admit the excuse
[Delivers a paper. Be bere presented. Now we bear the king K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken Toward Calais : grant him there; there seen, uncle?
Heave bim away upon your wingul thoughts, Exe. Charles dukc of Orleans, nephew to the king; Athwart the ser: Behold, the English beach of Bourbon, Jolin duke and lord Bouciqualt: Pales in the food with men, with wives, and boys,
Whoxe shouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouth'd Flu. There is one goat for you. [Strikes him.) Will
you be so goot, scald knave, as eat it ? Which, like a mighty whiffler 'fore the king,
Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die. Seems to prepare his way: so let him land;
Flu. You say very true, scald knave, when Got's will And solemnly, see him set on to London.
is: I will desire you to live in the mean time, and eat So swift a pace hath thought, that even now
your victuals; come, there is sauce for it.-(Striking You may imagine him upon Black-heath:
him again.) You called me yesterday, mountainWhere that his lords desire him, to have borne squire; but I will make you to-daya squire of low deHis bruised helmet and his bended sword,
gree. I pray you, fall to; if you can mock a leek, you Before him, through the city: be forbids it,
can eat a leek. Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride ; Gow. Enough, captain ; you have astonished him. Giving full trophy signal, and ostent,
Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of my Icek, Quite from himself, to God. But now behold, or I will peat his pate four days:-Pite, I pray you; it In the quick forge and working-house of thought, is goot for your green wound, and your ploody cox How London doth pour out her citizens !
comb. The mayor, and all his brethren, in best sort,
Pist. Must I bite? Like to the senators of the antique Rome,
Flin. Yes, certainly; and out of doubt, and out of With the plebeians swarming at their heels,
questions too, and ambiguities. Go forth, and fetch their conquering Cæsar in: Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge; I As, by a lower but by loving likelihood,
eat, and eke I swearWere now the general of our gracious empress
Flu. Eat, I pray you: Will you have some more (As, in good time, he may) from Ireland coming, sauce to your leck? there is not enough leek to swcar Bringing rebellion broached on his sword,
by. How many would the peaceful city quit,
Pist. Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see, I eat. To welcome him? much more, and much more cause Flu. Much goot do yon, scald knave, heartily. Nay, Did they this Harry. Now in London place him:
'pray you, throw none away; the skin is goot for your (As yet the lamentation of the French
proken coxcomb. When you take occasions to see Invites the king of England's stay at home :
leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock at them; that is all. The emperor's coming in behalf of France,
Pist. Good. To order peace between them ;) and omit
Flu. Ay, leeks is goot:–Hold you, there is a groat All the occurrences, whatever chanc'd
to heal your pate. Till Harry's back return again to France;
Pist. Me a groat! There must we bring him; and myself have play'd Flu. Yes, verily, and in truth, you shall take it; or The interim, by remembering you—'tis past. I have another leek in my pocket, which you shall eat. Tben brook abridgement; and your eyes advance Pist. I take thy groat, in earnest of revenge. After your thoughts, straight back again to France. Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cudge
[Exit. els; you shall be a woolmonger, and buy nothing of SCENE 1.- France. An English Court of Guard. me but cudgels. God be wi' you, and keep you, and Entor Fluellen and Gower. heal your pate.
[E.zit. Gew. Nay, that's right; but why wear you your
Pist. All hell shall stir for this. lek to-lay? Saint Davy's day is past.
Gow. Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly knave. Flu. There is occasions and causes why and where. Will you mock at an ancient tradition.-bezun upon an fore in all things: I will tell you, as my friend, captain honourable respect, and worn as a memorable trophy Gower; The rascally, scald, beggarly, lowsy, pragging of predeceased valour,-aud dare not avouch in your knave, Pistol, - which you and yourself, and all the deeds any of your words? I have seen you gleeking 'orld know to be no petter than a fellow, look you
and galling at this gentleman twice or thrice. You now, of no merils.-he is come to me, and prings me
thought, because he could not speak English in the pread and salt yesterday, look you, and bid me eat my
native garb, he could not therefore handle an English kek: it was in a place where I could not breed no con
cudgel: you find it otherwise; and, henceforth, let a tentions with him; but I will be so pold as to wear it
Welsh correction teach you a good English condition. in my cap till I see him once again, and then I will Fare ye well.
[Exit. iell him a little piece of my desires.
Pist. Doth fortune play the huswife with me now? Enter Pistol.
News have I, that my Nell is dead i' the spital
Of malady of France; Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey- | And there my rendezvous is quite cut off. cock.
Old I do wax; and from my weary limbs Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his turkey
Honour is cudgell’d. Well, bawd will I tum, neks.-Got pless you, ancient Pistol! you scwry, low And something lean to cutpurse of quick hand. 55 knave, Got pless you!
To England will I steal, and there I'll steal;
And patches will I get unto these scars,
And swear, I got them in the Gallia wars. [Erit.
SCENE II.-Troyes in Champagne. An apartment in Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy lowsy knave, at
the French King's Palace. Enter at one door, King his desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eat,
Henry, Bedford, Gloster, Exeter, Warwick, Westlook you, this leek; because, look you, you do not love
moreland, and other Loris ; at another, the French it, nor your affections, and your appetites, and your di
King, Queen Isabel, the Princess Katharine, Lords, gestions, does not agree with it, I would desire you to
Ladies, &c. the Duke of Burgundy, and his Train. at it.
K. llen. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are Pist. Not for Cadwallader, and all his goats.