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Enter WARWICK and GLOSTER.
War. How now,
how now! what's the matter? 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.
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 is give me, in
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 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; And wear it for an honour in thy cap, Till I do challenge it.-Give him the crowns: And, captain, you must needs be friends with him.
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
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.
[Delivers a paper. K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken,
uncle? Ere. Charles duke of Orleans's, nephew to the.
king; John duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt: Of other lords, and barons, knights, and 'squires, Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand
French, That in the field lie slain: of princes, in this number, And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead One hundred twenty-six: added to these, Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen, Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which, Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights: So that, in these ten thousand they have lost, There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries; The rest are-princes, barons, lords, knights, 'squires, And gentlemen of blood and quality. The names of those their nobles that lie dead, Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France; Jaques of Chạtillon, admiral of France; The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures; Great master of France, the brave sir Guischard
John Duke of Alençon; Antony duke of Brabant,
[Herald presents another paper,
'Tis wonderful! 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, Which is his only.
Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell how many is killid? K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknowledg
Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot.