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his name is—master Fer. les écus que vous l'avez promis, il est content de Pist. Master Fer ! I'll fer him, and firk him, vous donner la liberté, le franchisement. and ferret him :-discuss the same in French Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille unto him.
remercimens : et je m'estime heureux que je suis Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le ferret, and firk.
plus brave, vaillant, et très distingué seigneur Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his d'Angleterre. throat.
Pist. Expound unto me, boy. Fr. Son. Que dit-il, monsieur ?
Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous thanks: and he esteems himself happy that he faites vous prêt; car ce soldat ici est disposé tout hath fallen into the hands of one, (as he thinks,) à cette heure de couper votre gorge.
the most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur Pist. Oui, coupe le gorge, par ma foi, of England. pesant,
Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns ; Follow me!
[Exit Pistol. Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.
Boy. Suivez-vous le grand capitaine. Fr. Sol. 0, je vous supplie, pour l'amour de
[Exit French Soldier. Dieu, me pardonner ! Je suis gentilhomme de I did never know so full a voice issue from so bonne maison : gardez ma vie, et je vous donnerai empty a heart : but the saying is true,—The deux cents écus.
empty vessel makes the greatest sound. Bardolph Pist. What are his words?
and Nym had ten times more valour than this Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a roaring devil i’ the old play, that every one may gentleman of a good house, and for his ransom, pare his nails with a wooden dagger ; (3) and they he will give you two hundred crowns.
are both hanged ; and so would this be, if he durst Pist. Tell him my fury shall abate,
steal any thing adventurously. I must stay with And I the crowns will take.
the lackeys, with the luggage of our camp: the Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il ?
French might have a good prey of us, if he knew Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement de of it; for there is none to guard it, but boys. pardonner aucun prisonnier ; néanmoins, pour
[Exit. (Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,) SCENE V.- Another Part of the Field.
The noble earl of Suffolk also lies. Alarums. Enter the DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, BOUR
Suffolk first died: and York, all haggled o’er, BON, CONSTABLE, RAMBURES, and others. Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd,
And takes him by the beard ; kisses the gashes, Con. O diable !
That bloodily did yawn upon
bis face; ORL. O seigneur !-le jour est perdu, tout est And* cries aloud,—Tary, deart cousin Suffolk ! perdu !
My soul shall thine keep company to heaven : Dau. Mort de ma vie ! all is confounded, all! Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly a-breast, Reproach and everlasting shame
48, in this glorious and well-foughten field, Sits mocking in our plumes.—0 méchante fortune! We kept together in our chivalry ! Do not run away.
[A short alarum. Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up: Con. Why, all our ranks are broke.
He smild me in the face, raught me his hand, Dav. O perdurable shame!-let's stab our- And, with a feeble gripe, says,—Dear my lord, selves.
Commend my service to my sovereign. Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for ? So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck
ORL. Is this the king we sent to for his ransom? He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips ; BOUR. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but And so, espous’d to death, with blood he scald shame!
A testament of noble-ending love.
Those waters from me, which I would have stopp'd ;
I blame you not ; Cox. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us For, hearing this, I must perforce compound Let us, on heaps, go offer up our lives
With mistful eyes, or they will issue too. Unto these English, or else die with fame.
[Alarum. ORL. We are enow, yet living in the field, But, hark ! what new alarum is this same ?To smother up the English in our throngs, The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd men :If any order might be thought upon.
Then every soldier kill his prisoners ; (4) Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the Give the word through.
[Exeunt. throng; Let life be short: else, shame will be too long !
SCENE VII.-Another Part of the field.
Alarums. Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER. SCENE VI.- Another Part of the Field.
Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage ! 'tis exAlarums. Enter KING HENRY and Forces; pressly against the law of arms : ’tis as arrant à EXETER, and others.
piece of knavery, mark you now, as can pc offered;
in your conscience now, is it not? K. HEN. Well have we done, thrice-valiant Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; countrymen ;
and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the battle, But all's not done, yet keep the French the field. have done this slaughter: besides, they have Exe. The duke of York commends him to
your burned and carried away all that was in the king's majesty.
[this hour, tent; wherefore the king, most worthily, hath K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle ? thrice, within
soldier to cut his prisoner's throati I saw him down ; thrice up again, and fighting ; 0, 'tis a gallant king ! From helmet to the spur, all blood he was.
Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain Ese. In which array, (brave soldier,) doth he lie, Gower : what call you the town's name, where Larding the plain : and by his bloody side, Alexander the pig was porn ?
(*) First folio, whilst a base slave.
(t) First folio, contaminated.
a Let's die in honour :) In the folio, the passage stands,
“Let us dye in once more backe againe." The reading of the text, which was suggested by Mr. Knight, is
(*) First folio, He.
(t) First folio, mij.
(1) Old text, mixtful. supported by a line in the corresponding scene of the quartos :
"Let's dye with honor, our shame doth last too long." b Unto these English, or else die with fame.] This line is not in the folio.
Gow. Alexander the great.
Until this instant.—Take a trumpet, herald ; Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? The Ride thou unto the horsemen on yond hill ; pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or If they will fight with us, bid them come down, the magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the Or void the field : they do offend our sight: phrase is a little variations.
If they'll do neither, we will come to them, Gow. I think Alexander the great was born And make them skir away, as swift as stones in Macedon ; his father was called—Philip of Enforced from the old Assyrian slings: Macedon, as I take it.
Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have; Flu. I think it is in Macedon, where Alexander And not a man of them that we shall take,
I tell you, captain, if you look in the Shall taste our mercy :-Go, and tell them so. maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you sall find, in Exe. Here comes the Herald of the French, the comparisons petween Macedon and Monmouth,
my liege. that the situations, look you, is poth alike. There Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us’d to is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover
be. a river at Monmouth : it is called Wye, at Monmouth; put it is out of my prains, what is the
Enter MONTJOY. name of the other river: put 't is all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in poth. If you mark Alexander's life
K. Hen. How now! what means this, herald ?
know'st thou not, well, Harry of Monmouth's life is come after it
That I have find these bones of mine for ransom ? indifferent well, for there is figures in all things. Alexander (Got knows, and you know,) in his
Com'st thou again for ransom ? rages, and his furies, and his wraths, and his cholers,
No, great king : and his moods, and his displeasures, and his indig
I come to thee for charitable licence, nations, and also peing a little intoxicates in his That we may wander o'er this bloody field, prains, did, in his ales and his angers, look you,
To book our dead, and then to bury them; kill his pest friend, Clytus.
To sort our nobles from our common men,Gow. Our king is not like him in that; he
For many of our princes (woe the while !) never killed
Lie drown’d and soak’d in mercenary blood; of his friends.
any Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to
(So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs take the tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an
In blood of princes;) and their* wounded steeds end * and finished. I speak put in the figures
Fret fetlock deep in gore, and with wild rage and comparisons of it: as Alexander killed his Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters, friend Clytus, peing in his ales and his cups ; so
Killing them twice.
O, give us leave, great also Harry Monmouth, peing in his right wits and
king, his goot judgments, turned away the fat knight
To view the field in safety, and dispose
Of their dead bodies. with the great pelly doublet: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks; I have
I tell thee truly, herald, forgot his name.
I know not if the day be ours or no; Gow. Sir John Falstaff.
For yet a many
of your horsemen peer Flr. That is he: I'll tell you, there is groot
And gallop o'er the field.
Mont. men porn at Monmouth.
The day is yours. Gow. Here comes his majesty.
K. Hen. Praised be God, and not our strength,
for it !
What is this castle call’d, that stands hard by ? Alarum. Enter KING HENRY, with a part of
Mont. They call it-Agincourt. the English Forces ; WARWICK, GLOUCESTER,
K. HIEN. Then call we this the field of AginEXETER, and others.
Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus. K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to
Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, France,
an't please your majesty, and your great-uncle
(*) First folio omits, an end.
(*) Old text, uith.
a To book our dead,–) Mr. Collier's annotator reads "to look our dead," which is at least a very plausible emendation. Thus, in "The Merry Wives of Windsor," Act IV. Sc. 2,
"Mistress Page and I will look some linen for your head." Again, in " As You Like It," Act II. Sc. 5,
"He hath been all this day to look you." And again, in “ All's Well That Ends Well," Act III. Sc. 6,
“I must go look my twigs." To book our dead, was, however, we have no doubt, the poet's phrase.
Edward the plack prince of Wales, as I have read K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou in the chronicles, fought a most prave pattle here meet'st the fellow. in France.
Will. So I will, my liege, as I live. K. Hex. They did, Fluellen.
K. HEN. Who servest thou under ? Flu. Your majesty says very true. It your Will. Under captain Gower, my liege. majesties is remembered of it, the Welshmen did Flu. Gower is a goot captain, and is goot goot service in a garden where leeks did grow, knowledge and literatured in the wars. wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps, which, K. HEN. Call him hither to me, soldier. your majesty know, to this hour is an honourable Will. I will, my liege.
E.cit. padge of the service : and, I do pelieve, your K. HEx. Here, Fluellen ; wear thou this favour majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon and stick it in thy cap: when Alençon and saint Tavy's day.
myself were down together, I plucked this glove K. HEN. I wear it for a memorable honour: from his helm : if any man challenge this, he is a For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman. friend to Alençon, and an enemy to our person ;
Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your if thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can thou dost me love. tell you that: Got pless it and preserve it, as long Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as as it pleases his grace, and his majesty too! can be desired in the hearts of his subjects: I
K. Hex. Thanks, good my countryman.* would fain sec the man, that has put two legs, that
Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's country- shall find himself aggriefed at this glove, that is man, I care not who know it; I will confess it to all; put I would fain see it once; an please Got all the 'orld: I need not be ashamed of your of his grace, that I might see. majesty, praised pe God, so long as your majesty, K. HEN. Knowest thou Gower ? is an honest man.
Flu. He is my dear friend, an please you. K. Hex. God † keep me so !-Our heralds go K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and b: ng with him ;
him to my tent. Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
Flu. I will fetch him.
[Erit. On both our parts. Call yonder fellow hither. K. HEN. My lord of Warwick,--and my brother [Points to WILLIAMS. Exeunt MONTJOY,
Gloster, and others.
Follow Fluellen closely at the heels : Exe. Soldier, you must come to the king. The glove which I have given him for a favour,
K. Hex. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove May haply purchase him a box o'the ear; in thy cap ?
It is the soldier's; I, by bargain, should Will. An't please your majesty, 't is the gage Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick : of one that I should fight withal, if he be alive. If that the soldier strike him, (as, I judge K. HEN. An Englishman?
By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word) Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, Some sudden mischief may arise of it; that swaggered with me last night: who, if 'a For I do know Fluellen valiant, live, and ever dare to challenge this glove, I have And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder, sworn to take him a box o' the ear: or, if I can And quickly will return an injury: see my glove in his cap, (which he swore, as he Follow, and see there be no harm between them.was a soldier, he would wear, if alive,) I will Go
[Exeunt. strike it out soundly.
K. Hex. What think you, captain Fluellen ? is it fit this soldier keep his oath ?
Flv. He is a craven and a villain else, an 't SCENE VIII.—Before King Henry's Pavilion. please your majesty, in my conscience. K. Hex. It may be his enemy is a gentleman
Enter GOWER and WILLIAMS. of great sort, quite from the answer of his degree.
Flv. Though he pe as goot a gentleman as the Will. I warrant it is to knight you, captain. tevil is, as Lucifer and Pelzebub himself, it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow
Enter FLUELLEN. and his oath: if he pe perjured, see you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain, and a Jack-sauce, Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I as ever his plack shoe trod upon Got's ground and peseech you now, come apace to the king : there his earth, in my conscience, la.
is more goot toward you, adventure, than is in
your knowledge to dream of. (*) First folio, countrymen. (t) First folio, Good.
Will. Sir, know you this glove?
Flu. Know the glove? I know the glove is a what your highness suffered under that shape, I glove.
beseech you, take it for your own fault, and not Will. I know this, and thus I challenge it. mine: for had you been as I took you for, I made
no offence; therefore, I beseech your highness, Flu. 'Splud, an arrant traitor, as any's in the pardon me. universal 'orld, or in France, or in England.
K. HEN. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with Gow. How now, sir? you villain !
crowns, Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn ?
And give it to this fellow.-Keep it, fellow, Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give And wear it for an honour in thy cap, treason his payment into plows, I warrant you. Till I do challenge it.—Give him the crowns :Will. I am no traitor.
And, captain, you must needs be friends with him. Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.-I charge you Flu. Py this day and this light, the fellow has in his majesty's name, apprehend him; he's a mettle enough in his pelly.—Hold, there is twelvefriend of the duke Alençon's.
you, and I pray you to serve Got, and
keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, Enter WARWICK and GLOUCESTEN.
and dissensions, and I warrant you, it is the petter War. How now! how now! what's the matter? Will. I will none of your money.
Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be Fly. It is with a goot will ; I can tell you, it Got for it!) a most contagious treason come to will serve you to mend your shoes: come, wherelight, look you, as you shall desire in a summer's fore should you be so pashful ? your shoes is not so day. Here is his majesty.
goot: 't is a goot silling, I warrant you, or I will
change it. Enter KING HENRY and ESETER. K. HEN. How now! what's the matter?
Enter an English IIerald. Flu. My liege, here is a villain and a traitor', that, look your grace, has struck the glove which K. Hen. Now, herald; are the dead number'd ? your majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon. HER. IIere is the number of the slaughter'd Will. My liege, this was my glove; here is the
[Delivers a paper. fellow of it: and he, that I gave it to in change, K. HEN. What prisoners of good sort are taken, promised to wear it in his cap ; I promised to
uncle ? strike him, if he did: I met this man with my Exe. Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the glove in his cap, and I have been as good as my
John duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt: Flu. Your majesty hear now (saving your Of other lords and barons, knights and squires, majesty's manhood,) what an arrant, rascally, Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. peggarly, lousy knave it is: I hope your majesty K. HIEN. This note doth tell me of ten thousand is pear me testimony, and witness, and will avouch
French, ment that this is the glove of Alençon, that your That in the field lic slain : of princes, in this majesty is give me, in your conscience, now.
number, K. HEN. Give me thy glove, soldier ;. look, And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead here is the fellow of it.
One hundred twenty-six: added to these, 'T was I, indeed, thou promised'st to strike; Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen, And thou hast given me most bitter terms. Eight thousand and four hundred ; of the which,
Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck Five hundred were but yesterday dubb’d knights: answer for it, if there is any martial law in the So that, in these ten thousand they have lost, 'orld.
There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries; K. HEN. How canst thou make me satisfaction ? The rest are princes, barons, lords, knights, Will. All offences, my liege,* come from the
squires, heart: never came any from mine, that might And gentlemen of blood and quality. offend your majesty.
The names of those their nobles that lie dead, — K. HEN. It was ourself thou didst abuse. Charles De-la-bret, high-constable of France;
Will. Your majesty came not like yourself: Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France ; you appeared to me but as a common man; witness The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures ; the night, your garments, your lowliness; and Great-master of France, the brave sir Guischard
Dauphin ; (*) First folio, my Lord.
John duke of Alençon; Antony duke of Brabant,