Enter FLUELlen.

Flu. Heaven's will and his pleasure, captain, I beseech 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?

Flu. Know the glove? I know the glove is a glove. Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it. [Strikes FLUELLEN.

Flu. 'Sbud, 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 WESTMORELAND and GLOSTER.

Glost. How now, how now! what's the matter? Flu. My lord of Gloster, here is (praised Heaven be 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, BEDFORD, EXETER, ERPINGHAM, CAPTAIN, and GUARDS.

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.

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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 your 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 appeared to me but as a common man; witness the night, your garments, your lowliness; and 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.

[EXETER drops a Purse into the Glove.

Keep it, soldier;

And wear it for an honour in thy cap,
Till I do challenge it.-

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 twelve pence for you; and I pray you to 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.

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Flu. It is with a goot will, I can tell you it will serve you to mend your shoes. [Exit WILLIAMS.

Enter the Two ENGLISH HERALDS.

K. Hen. Now, Herald; are the dead number'd? [HERALD delivers two Papers to the KING, who gives one of them to the DUKE of Exeter. What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle? 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

Slain in the field; 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.—

Here was a royal fellowship of death!

Where is the number of our English dead?

Exe. Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk,

Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam, esquire:

None else of name; and, of all other men,
But five and twenty.

K. Hen. O Heaven, thy arm was here!
And not to us, but to thy arm alone,
Ascribe we all.-

Come, go we in procession to the village:
And be it death proclaimed through our host,

To boast of this, or take that praise from Heav'n,
Which is his only.

Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell how many is killed?

K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknowledg

ment,

That Heav'n fought for us.

Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot.
K. Hen. Do we all holy rites.

The dead with charity enclos'd in clay,

We will to Calais; and to England then;

Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men.

[March.-Exeunt.

ACT THE FIFTH.

SCENE I.

The English Camp in France.

Enter FLUELLEN and Gower.

Gow. Nay, that's right:-But why wear you your leek to-day? St. Davy's day is past.

Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things: I will tell you, as my friend, Captain Gower: The rascally, scald, beggarly, lowsy, pragging knave, Pistol,--which you and yourself, and all the 'orld, know to be no petter than a fellow, look you now, of no merits,- he is come to me, and prings me pread and salt yesterday, look you, and bid me eat my leek: it was in a place where I could not preed no contentions with him; but I will be so pold as to wear it in my cap till I see him once again, and then I will tell him a little piece of my desires.

Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkycock.

Flu. "Tis no matter for his swelling, nor his turkycocks.

Enter PISTOL.

Heaven pless you, ancient Pistol! you scurvy, lowsy knave, Heaven pless you!

[Draws the Leek across his Nose. Pist. Ha! art thou bedlam? dost thou thirst, base Trojan,

To have me fold up Parca's fatal web ?

Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek.

Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lowsy knave, at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eat, look you, this leek: because, look you, you do not love it, nor your affections, and your appetites, and your digestions, does not agree with it,-I would you to eat it.

desire

Pist. Not for Cadwallader, and all his goats.
Flu. There is one goat for you.—

[Strikes him. Will you be so goot, scald knave, as eat it? Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die.

Flu. You say very true, scald knave, when Heaven's will is: I will desire you to live the mean time, and eat your victuals; come, there is sauce for it.[Strikes him to the Ground.] You called me yesterday, mountain 'squire, but I will make you to-day a 'squire of low degree.-I pray you, fall to; if you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek.

Gow. Enough, captain, you have astonished him. Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or I will peat his pate four days:-Pite, I pray you; it is goot for your green wound, and your ploody coxcomb.

Pist. Must I bite?

Flu. Yes, certainly, and out of doubt, and out of questions too, and ambiguities.

Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge; I eat, and eke I swear,

Flu. Eat, I pray you: Will you have some more sauce to your leek? there is not enough leek to swear by. Pist. Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see, I eat.