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 appear'd to me but as a common man; witness the night, your garments, your lowliness; and what your highness suffer'd 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; Till I do challenge it.-Give him the crowns:- Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in his pelly:-Hold, there is twelvepence 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. K. Hen. Now, herald; are the dead number'd? Her. Here is the number of the slaughter'd French. [Delivers a paper. K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle? Exe. Charles duke of Orleans's, nephew to the king; John duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt: K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand French, That in the field lie slain: of princes, in this number, So that, in these ten thousand they have lost, The names of those their nobles that lie dead,— The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures; Great master of France, the brave sir Guischard Dauphin; John Duke of Alençon; Antony duke of Brabant, The brother to the duke of Burgundy; And Edward duke of Bar: of lusty earls, Grandpré, and Roussi, Fauconberg, and Foix, Beaumont, and Marle, Vaudemont, and Lestrale. Here was a royal fellowship of death! Where is the number of our English dead? [Herald presents another paper. Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk, Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam, esquire: On one part and on the other?-Take it, God, K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the village: And be it death proclaim'd through our host, To boast of this, or take that praise from God, Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell how many is kill'd? K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgment, That God fought for us. Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot. Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum 66. We'll then to Calais; and to England then; Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men. [Exeunt. ACT V. Enter CHORUS. Chor. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story, That I may prompt them; and of such as have, Of time, of numbers, and due course of things, Pales in the flood with men, with wives, and boys, sea, Which, like a mighty whiffler 67 'fore the king, |