Fist. Moy shall not serve ; I will have forty moys ;
Or I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat
In drops of crimson blood.

Fr. Sol. Est-il impossible d'echapper la force /e ton
bras ?

Fist. Brass, cur !
Thou damned and luxurious mountain-goat,
Offer'st me brass }

Fr. Sol. O, pardonnez-moi !

Fist. Say'st thou me so ? is that a ton of moys ? —
Come hither, boy : ask me this slave in French
What is his name.

Boy. Econtez : comment ites-vous appelif

Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer.

Boy. He says his name is Master Fer.
r.H.v. 63.] IV. 225.



Act IK] KING HENRY V. [Scene /K

Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk him, and fer-
ret him : — discuss the same in French unto him.

Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and
f^rk.

Pist. Bid him prepare ; for I will cut his throat.

Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, i/uviszeiir ?

Boy. II me coiiiiiia/ide de voiis dire que votis faites
vous pret ; car ce soldat ici est dispose tout a cette heure
de couper votre gorge.

Pist. Oui, couper la gorge, par mafoi.
Peasant, unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns ;
Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword,

Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie, pour V amour de Dieu, me
pardonner ! Je suis gentilhonme de bonne maison :
gardez ma vie, et je vous donnerai deux cents dcus.

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 con tre son jitretnent de pardon-
ner aucun prisonnier. neanmoins, pour les ictis que
vous I'avez promis, il est content de vous domier la
liberie, le fra nch isem ent.

Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux je vous donne mille remer-
cimens ; et je m'estime heureux qtie je suis tomb^ cntre les
mains d'un cJie^uilier, je pense, le plus brave, vaillant,
et trh-distingui seigneur d' Angle terre.

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, cur. {Exit,

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 ves-
sel makes the greatest sound. Bardolph and Nym had
ten times more valor than this roaring devil i' the old
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Aci/K] KING HENRY V. [Scenes ry/.

play, that every one may pare his nails with a wooden
dagger ; and they are both hanged ; and so would this be,
if he durst steal any thing adventurously. 1 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. [Ex//.

SCEN E V. Ano//u-r par/ of /he field of ba//le.

Alarums. En/er Constable, Orleans, Bourbon,
Dauphin, Rambures, and o/hers.

Con. O diable !

Orl. Seigneur ! — le jour es/ perdu, /ou/ es/ perdu/

Dau. Afor/ de ma vie ! all is confounded, all !
Reproach and everlasting shame

Sit mocking in our plumes. — O ni^cha7i/e for/une ! —
Do not run away. [^4 shor/ alarum.

Con. Why, all our ranks are broke.

Dau. O perdurable shame ! — let's stab ourselves.
Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for.''

Orl. Is this the king we sent to for liis ransom .''

Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but shame !
Let's die in honor: 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.

Con. Disorder, that hath spoiled us, friend us now !
Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.

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. \^E.xeun/.

Scene VL Ano/her part of the field.

Alarums. En/er King Henry and Eorees, ExETER,
and o/hers.
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.H.V. 65.] IV. 227.



Aci/r.] KING HENRY V. [Scene yi.

K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle ? thrice within this hour
I saw him down ; thrice up again, and fighting;
From hehnet to the spur all blood he was.

Exe. In which array, brave soldier, doth he lie,
Larding the plain ; and by his bloody side.
Yoke-fellow to his honor-owing wounds,
The noble Earl of Suffolk also lies.
Suffolk first died : and York, all haggled over,
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 seal'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. — [A/arum,

But, hark ! what new alarum is this same? —
The French have re-enforc'd their scatter'd men-: —
Then every soldier kill his prisoners ;
Give the word through. [Exeunf.

Scene VH. Another part of the field.
Alarujns. Enter Fluellen a;/^/ Gower.

Elu. Kill the poys and the luggage ! 'tis expressly

against the law of arms : 'tis as arrant a piece of knavery,

IV. 228, [k.h.v, 6^,



Act rK'\ KIXG HENRY V. [Scene I'//.

mark you now, as can be offered ; in your conscience, now,
is it not ?

G(m>. 'Tis certain there's not a boy left alive; and the
cowardly rascals that ran from the battle ha' 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 !

F/u. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, Captain Gower.
What call you the town's name where Alexander the Pig
was [)orn ?

Go7C'. Alexander the Great.

/'///. 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 varia-
tions.

Cr(m'. I think Alexander the Great was born in Mace-
don : his father was called Philip of Macedon, as I take
it.

/'7.Y. I think it is in INIacedon where Alexander is porn.
1 tell you, captain, if you look in the maps of the 'orld, I
warrant you shall find, in the comparisons between Mace-
don and Monmouth, that the situations, look you, is both
alike. There is a river in Macedon ; and there is also
moreover a river at Monmouth : it is called Wye at Mon-
mouth ; but it is out of my prains what is the name of the
other river ; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is to
my fingers, and there is salmons in both. 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 being a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales
and his angers, look you, kill his pest friend, Cleitus.

Go7i>. Our king is not like him in that : he never killed
any of his friends.

F/i^. It is not well done, mark you now, to take the
tales out of my mouth, ere it is made and finished. I
speak but in the figures and comparisons of it : as Alex-
ander killed his friend Cleitus, being in his ales and his
cups ; so also Harry Monmouth, being in his right wits

K.H.V. 67.] IV. 22Q.



Aci /v.] KING HENRY V. [Scene r//.

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.

Go7a. Sir John Falstaff.

J^/u. That is he : — I'll tell you there is goot men porn
at Monmouth.

Coze/. Here comes his majesty.

Alarum. Enter King Henry with a part of the

English forces ; WARWICK, Gloster, Exeter,

and others.

K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to France
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 skirr 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 ?

MoJit. No, great king :

I come to thee for charitable license
That we may wander o'er this bloody field
To look 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,

IV. 2)0. [k.h.v. 68.



Ac/fl^] KING HENRY V. \SceneVII.

To view the field in safety, and dispose
Of the-r dead t)odies.

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 Crisi)in Crispianus.

F/ii. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't please
your majesty, and your great-uncle I'dward the Black
Prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles, fought
a most prave pattle here in France.

K. Hen. They did, Fluellen.

F/u. Your majesty says very true : if your majesty is
remembered of it, the Welshmen did goot service in a
garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their Mon-
mouth caps ; which, your majesty knows, to this hour is
an honorable padge of the service ; and I do pelieve your
majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's
day.

K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honor ;
For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman.

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 tlie 'odd :
I need not to be ashamed of your majesty, praised be Got,
so long as your majesty is an honest man.

K. Hen. God keep me so ! — Our heralds go with him •
Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
On both our parts. — Call yonder fellow hither.

[Points to Williamx. Exeunt Heralds with Montjoy.

Exe. Soldier, you must come to the king.

A'. Hen. Soldier, why wearest thou that glove in thy
cap?

K.H.V. 69.1 IV. 231.



AcUt^.] KING HENRY V. {Scene VII.

Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of one
that I should fight withal, if he be alive.

K. Iie)i. An Englishman ?

Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal that swag-
gered with me last night ; who, if alive, and ever dare to
challenge this glove, I have sworn to take him a box o'
th' 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 Beelzebub himself, it is necessary, look
your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath : if he be
perjured, see you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain
and a Jacksauce, 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-
est the fellow.

Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.

K. Hen. Who servest thou under .'*

Will. Under Captain Gower, my liege.

Flu. Gower is a goot captain, and is goot knowledge
and literatured in the wars.

K. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier.

Will. I will, my liege. [^Exit.

K. Hen. Here, Fluellen ; wear thou this favor for me,
and stick it in thy cap : when Alengon and myself were
down together, I plucked this glove from his helm : if
any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alengon, and an
enemy to our person ; if thou encounter any such, appre-
hend him, an thou dost me love.

Flu. Your grace does me as great honors as can be de-
sired 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.

A'. He7i. Knowest thou Gower .''

IV. 232. [k.h.v. 7a



Af//K] HlMG HEr^RV V. ISttneVIll.

Flu. He is my dear friend, an please you.

K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to m\
tent.

Flu. I will fetch him. {Exit.

K. Hen. My Lord of Warwick, and my brother Glos-
ter.
Follow Fluellen closely at the heels :
The glove which I have given him for a favor
May haply purchase him a box o' th' ear;
It is the soldier's ; I, by bargain, should
Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick :
If that soldier strikes him, — as I judge
By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word, —
Some sudden mischief may arise of it ;
For I do know Fluellen valiant.
And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder,
And quickly will return an injury :
P'ollow, and see there be no harm between them. —
Go you with me, uncle of Exeter. {^Exeunt.

Scene VIII. ^t/^^rt- King Henry's /aw'/w/.
Enter Cower 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 glo\e ?

Flu. Know the glove ! I know the glove is a glove.

Will. I know this ; and thus I challenge it.

[Strikes him.

Flu. 'Splood, 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 Cower ; I will give treason
his payment into plows, I warrant you.

Will. 1 am no traitor.

Flu. That's a lie in thy throat. — I charge you in his

K.H.V. 71.] JV. 233.



AciJy.] KING HENRY V. {Scene VJ II.

majesty's name, apprehend him : he's a friend of the
Duke of Alengon's.

Enter Warwick a7id Gloster.

1V//1. How now, how now ! what's the matter ?
F/h. 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 Alengon.

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 b»;en
as good as my word.

Flu. Your majesty hear now, saving your majesty's
manhood, what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lousy knave
it is : I hope your majesty is pear me testimony, and wit-
ness, and will avouch ment, that this is the glove of Alen-
gon, that your majesty is give me, in your conscience, now.

K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier : look, here i*. 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 frf it,
if there is any martial law in the 'orld.

K. Hen. How canst thou make me satisfaction ?
Will. All offenses, 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 ap-
peared 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 offense ; therefore, I beseech your high-
ness, pardon me.

IV. 334. [k.h.v. 72,



-<
K. Hen. Here, Uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns,
And give it to this fellow. — Keep it, fellow ;
And wear it for an honor in thy cap
Till 1 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 twelve pence for you ;
and I pray you to serve Got, anil keep you out of j)rawls,
and prabbles, and quarrels, and dissensions, and, I war-
rant 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.

Filter an English Herald.

A'. HiJi. Now, herald, — are the dead number'd ?

Her. Here is the number of the slaughler'd French.

[DeliTers a paper.

K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken. unc'< ?

F.ve. Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the king;
John duke of Bourbon, and Lord Bouciqualt :
Of other lords ar.d barons, knights and squires,
Full fifteen hundred, besides common men.

A'. //(•;/. This note doth tell me of ten thousand F'rench
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 qualitv.
The names of those their nobles that lie dead, —
Charles Delabreth, high-constable of P' ranee ;
Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France ;
The master of the cross-bows, Lord Rambures ;
Great-master of France, the brave .Sir Guiscard Dauphin;
John duke of Alen^on ; Antony duke of Brabant,

(C.H.V. 73.] IV, 235.



Ac//K] KING HENRY V. \Scene VI 11.

The brother to the Duke of Burgundy ;
And Edward duke of Bar : of lusty earls,
Grandpre and Roussi, Fauconberg and Foix,
Beaumont and Marie, Vaudemont and Lestrale.
Here was a royal fellowship of death ! —
Where is the number of our English dead? —

[ Herald p}-esents another paper.
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. — O God, thy arm was here ;
And not to us, but to thy arm alone,
Ascribe we all ! — When, w'thout stratagem,
But in plain shock and even play of battle.
Was ever known so great and little loss
On one part and on th' other ? — Take it, God,
For it is only thine !

Exe. 'Tis wonderful !

K.Hen. 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 God
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 acknowledgment.
That God fought for us.

Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot.

K. Hen. Do we all holy rites :
Let there be sung Xon nobis and Te Detan.
The dead with charity enclos'd in clay.
We'll then to Calais ; and to England then ;
Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men.

\Exeunt.

Enter Chorus.

Chor. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story,
That I may prompt them : and of such as have,
I humbly pray them to admit th' excuse
Of time, of numbers, and due course of things.
Which cannot in their huge and proper life
Be here presented. Now we bear the king
Toward Calais : grant him there ; there seen,

IV. 236. [k.h.v. 74.



1



Ac//r.] KING HENRY V. {SceneVIli

Heave him away upon your winged thoughts
Athwart the sea. Behold, the English beach
Pales in the flood with men, with wives, and boys,
Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep-moulh'd

sea,
Which, like a mighty whiffler 'fore the king,
Seems to prepare his way : so let him land ;
And solemnly see him set on to London.
So swift a pace hath thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Blackheath ;
Where that his lords desire him to have borne
His bruised helmet and his bended sword
Before him through the city : he forbids it,
Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride;
Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent.
Quite from himself to God. But now behold.
In the quick forge and working-house of thought.
How London doth pour out her citizens !
The mayor, and all his brethren, in best sort, —
Like to the senators of th' antique Rome,
W^ith the plebeians swarming at their heels, —
Go forth, and fetch their conquering Caesar in :
As, by a lower but loving likelihood,
Were now the general of our gracious empress —
As in good time he may — from Ireland coming,
Bringing rebellion broached on his sword.
How many would the peaceful city quit.
To welcome him ! much more, and much more cause.
Did they this Harry. Now in London place him; —
As yet the lamentation of the French
Invites the King of England's stay at home ;
The emperor coming in behalf of France,
To order peace between them ; ■ — and omit
All the occurrences, whatever chanc'd.
Till Harry's back-return again to France :
There must we bring him ; and myself have play'd
The interim, by remembering you 'tis past.
Then brook abridgment ; and your eyes advance,
After your thoughts, straight back again to France.

\_Exit.



K.H.V. 75.] IV. 837.



^c/K.J KING HENRY X\ [Scene J.

ACT V.

Scene I. France. Afi Efigh'sh court of guard.
£"«/^r Fluellen rtw^/GowER.

Gorv. Nay, that's right ; but why wear you your leek
to-day ? Saint 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, peggarly, lousy, 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 pid me eat my leek : it was in a
place where I could not preed no contention 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 turkey-cock.

Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings nor his turkey-
cocks.

Enter Pistol.
Got pless you, Auncient Pistol ! you scurvy, lousy knave.
Got pless you !

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, lousy 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