Boy. He says, his name is-master Fer.

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.

FR. SOL. Que dit-il, monsieur ?

Box. Il me commande de vous dire que vous faites vous prêt; car ce soldat ici est disposé tout à cette heure de couper votre gorge.

PIST. Oui, coupe le gorge, par ma foi,

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 donnerai deux cents écus.

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.

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; néanmoins, pour

les écus que vous l'avez promis, il est content de vous donner la liberté, le franchisement.

le

FR. SOL. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille remercimens: et je m'estime heureux que je suis tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, plus brave, vaillant, et très distingué 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 one, (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!

[Exit PISTOL Boy. Suivez-vous le grand capitaine.

[Exit French Soldier. 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 his nails with a wooden dagger; (3) and they are both hanged; and so would this be, if he durst steal any thing adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys, 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.

pare

[Exit.

SCENE V.-Another Part of the Field.

Alarums. Enter the DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, BOUR-
BON, CONSTABLE, 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 méchante fortune! [A short alarum. Why, all our ranks are broke.

Do not run away.

CON.
Dav. O perdurable shame!-let's stab our-
selves.

Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for?
ORL. Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?
BOUR. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but
shame!

Let's die in honour once more back again;
And he that will not follow Bourbon now,
Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand,
Like a base pander hold the chamber-door,
Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog,
His fairest daughter is contaminate.†
[now!
Cox. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us
Let us, on heaps, go
offer up our lives

Unto these English, or else die with fame.b
ORL. We are enow, yet living in the field,
To smother up the English in our throngs,
If any order might be thought upon.

BOUR. The devil take order now! I'll to the

throng;

Let life be short: else, shame will be too long!

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; From helmet to the spur, all blood he was. Larding the plain: and by his bloody side, FEE. In which array, (brave soldier,) doth he lie,

(*) 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

(Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,)
The noble earl of Suffolk also lies.
Suffolk first died: and York, all haggled o'er,
Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd,
And takes him by the beard; kisses the gashes,
That bloodily did yawn upon his face;
And* cries aloud,—Tarry, dear† cousin Suffolk !
My soul shall thine keep company to heaven :
Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly a-breast,
As, in this glorious and well-foughten field,
We kept together in our chivalry!

Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up:
He smil❜d me in the face, raught me his hand,
And, with a feeble gripe, says,-Dear my lord,
Commend my service to my sovereign.

So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck
He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips;
And so, espous'd to death, with blood he scal'd
A testament of noble-ending love.

The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd
Those waters from me, which I would have stopp'd;
But I had not so much of man in me,
And all my mother came into mine eyes,
And gave me up to tears.

K. HEN.
I blame you not ;
For, hearing this, I must perforce compound
With mistful eyes, or they will issue too.-

[Alarum.
But, hark! what new alarum is this same ?-
The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd men :-
Then every soldier kill his prisoners; (4)
Give the word through.

[Exeunt.

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 pe offered; 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 porn ?

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.

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 sall find, in the comparisons petween Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations, look you, is poth alike. There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth: it is called Wye, at Monmouth; put it is out of my prains, what is the name of the other river: put 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in poth. 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 (Got 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 peing a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and his look angers, you, kill his pest friend, Clytus. Gow. Our king is not like him in that; he never killed any of his friends.

FLU. It is not well done, mark you now, to take the tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end* and finished. I speak put in the figures and comparisons of it: as Alexander killed his friend Clytus, peing in his ales and his cups; so also Harry Monmouth, peing in his right wits and his goot judgments, turned away the fat knight with the great pelly doublet: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks; I have forgot his name.

Gow. Sir John Falstaff.

FLU. That is he: I'll tell you, there is goot men porn at Monmouth.

Gow. Here comes his majesty.

Alarum. Enter KING HENRY, with a part of the English Forces; WARWICK, GLOUCESTER, EXETER, and others.

K. HEN. I was not angry since I came to France,

(*) First folio omits, an end.

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,

Until this instant.-Take a trumpet, herald;
Ride thou unto the horsemen on yond hill;
If they will fight with us, bid them come down,
Or void the field: they do offend our sight:
If they'll do neither, we will come to them,
And make them skir away, as swift as stones
Enforced from the old Assyrian slings:
Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have;
And not a man of them that we shall take,
Shall taste our mercy :-Go, and tell them so.
EXE. Here comes the Herald of the French,
my liege.

GLO. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be.

Enter MONTJOY.

K. HEN. How now! what means this, herald? know'st thou not,

That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ransom? Com'st thou again for ransom?

MONT.

a

No, great king:
I come to thee for charitable licence,
That we may wander o'er this bloody field,
To book our dead, and then to bury them;
To sort our nobles from our common men,-
For many of our princes (woe the while!)
Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood;
(So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs
In blood of princes ;) and their wounded steeds
Fret fetlock deep in gore, and with wild rage
Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters,
Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great
king,

To view the field in safety, and dispose
Of their dead bodies.

K. HEN.

I tell thee truly, herald, I know not if the day be ours or no; For yet a many of your horsemen peer And gallop o'er the field.

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

(*) Old text, with.

"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.

FLU. Know the glove? I know the glove is a glove.

WILL. I know this, and thus I challenge it. [Strikes him. FLU. 'Splud, 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. 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 GLOUCESter.

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.

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, peggarly, lousy knave it is: I hope your majesty is pear me testimony, and witness, and will avouchment that this is the glove of Alençon, that your majesty is give me, in your conscience, now.

K. HEN. Give me thy glove, soldier;. look, here is the fellow of it.

"T was 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

(*) First folio, my Lord.

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,
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. Py 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.

EXE. Charles duke of Orleans, 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 Chatillon, admiral of France;
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,