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Mont. No, great king:
K. Hen. I tell thee truly, herald,
, 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 Edward the plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in France.
K. Hen. They did, Fluellen.
Flu. Your majesty says very true: If your majesties is remembered of it, the Welshman did goot service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps : which, your majesty knows, to this hour is an honourable padge of the service; and, I do believe, your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's day.
K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour :
Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you
that: Got pless it and preserve it, as long as it pleases his grace, and his majesty too!
K. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman.
Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's countryman, I care not who know it; I will confess it to all the 'orld : I need not to be ashamed of your majesty, praised be God, so long as your majesty is an honest man.
K. Hen. God keep me so !-Our heralds go with him;
[Points to WILLIAMS. Exeunt MONTJoy and
K. Hen. Soldier, why wear’st thou that glove in thy cap?
Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of one that I should fight withal, if he be alive.
K. Hen. An Englishman?
Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that swaggered with me last night: who, if 'a live, and ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to take him a box o'the ear: or, if I can see my glove in his cap, (which he swore, as he was a soldier, he would wear, if alive,) I will strike it out soundly.
K. Hen. What think you, captain Fluellen? is it fit this soldier keep his oath?
Flu. He is a craven and a villain else, an't please your majesty, in my conscience.
K. Hen. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman of great sort, quite from the answer of his degree.
Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath: if he be perjur'd, see you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain, and a Jack-sauce, as ever his plack shoe trod upon Got's ground and his earth, in my conscience, la.
K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meet'st the fellow.
Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.
Flu. Gower is a goot captain ; and is good knowledge and literature in the wars.
K. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier.
Erit. K. Hen. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for me, and stick it in thy cap: When Alençon and myself were
down together, I plucked this glove from his helm; if any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alençon and an enemy to our person; if thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an thou dost love me.
Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as can be desired in the hearts of his subjects: I would fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall find himself aggriefed at this glove, that is all; but I would fain see it once; an please Got of his grace, that I might see it.
K. Hen. Knowest thou Gower?
K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to my tent. Flu. I will fetch him.
[Erit. K. Hen. My lord of Warwick,--and my brother Glo
Follow Fluellen closely at the heels:
SCENE VIII.— Before King Henry's Pavilion.
Enter GOWER and WILLIAMS. Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain.
Enter Fluellen. Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I peseech you now, come apace to the king: there is more goot toward you, peradventure, than is in your knowledge to dream of.
Will. Sir, know you this glove?
[Strikes him. Flu. 'Sblud, an arrant traitor, as any's in the universal 'orld, or in France, or in England.
Gow. How now, sir? you villain !
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 GLOSTER.
Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be Got for it!) a most contagious treason come to light, look you,