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Than they in fearing.

What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,
But poison'd flattery ? 0, be siok, great greatness
And bid thy ceremony give thee cur& ^ ^

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I'hink'fet thou, the fiery fever will go out
With titles blown from adulation?
Will it give place to flexure and low bending?
Canst thou, when thou oommand'st the beggar^

knee.
Command the health of it ? No, thou proud dream,
That pla^'st mt subtly with a king's repose;
I am a kmg that find thee ; and I know,
Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball,
The sword, the mace, the cmwn im|>erial,
The iiiter-tissued robu «>f gold and ^nrl,
The farced title running we the king.
The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp
That beats U)>on the high shore of this world,
No, not all these, thrice- or^us ceremony,
Not all these, laid in bed migesrical,
Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave ;
Who, with a bod/ filled and vacant mind.
Gets him to rest cramm'd with distressful bread:
Never sees horrid night, the child of hell ;
But, like a lackey, from the rise to set,
Sweats in the eye of Phcebus, and all night
SleepH in Elysium ; next day, after dawn,
Doth risa, and help Hyperitm to his lior^^e;
And fallows so the ever-running year
With pmfitable labour, to his grave:
And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,
Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep,
Had the forehand and vantage of a king.
The slave, a member of the country^ peace,
Enjoys it ; but in ^oss brain litde woU
What watch the kmg keeps to maintain the peace.
Whose hours the peasant best advantages.

Enter Erpikoham.

Brp. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your
absence.
Seek through your camp to find you*

K, Hen, Good old knight.

Collect them all together at my tent :
111 be before thee.

Erp, I shall do % my lord. [ £^*<.

E. Hen. O God of Battles ! steel my soldiers'
hearts I
Possess them not with fear! Take from them now
The sense of reckoning of the opposed numbers I
Pluck their hearts from them not to^ay, Lord,

not to-day ! Think not upon the fault
My father made in compassing the crown !

1 Richard's body have interred new;

And on it have oestow'd more contrite tean
Than from it issued forced drops of blood.
Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,
Who twice a day their withered hands hold up

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KING HENRY V.



OtL O brave spirit i
ZVtw. Via /— /« 'tnur et la tent*
Ori, Him jn/isf Hir ft Ir/eur-^
iMtu, Ciell Cousin Orleans. —

Enter Constable
Now, my lord constable I
Con. Hark, how our steeds for pr e s en t servlse

neigh.
Dau, Mount them, and make incision in their
hides ;
That their hot blood may spin in English eyes,
And doubt them with superfluous courage: Ha!
Banu What, will you have tliem weep our horses'
blood?
How shall we then behold their natural tears ?

Enter a Messenger.

Ifess. The English are embattled, you French

peers.
Ckm, To horse, you gallant princes I straight to

horse !
Do but behold yon poor and starved band.
And your fair snow shall suck away their souls.
Leaving them but the shales and husks of men.
There is not work enough for all our hands;
Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins,
To give each nakeii curtle-ax a stain.
That our French gallants shall to<day draw oat,
And sheathe for lack of sport : let us but blow oc

them.
The vapour of^ our valour will o'ertum them,
"fis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords.
That our superfluous laQkeys, and our peasants, —
Who, in unnecessary action, swarm
About our sqiures of battle, — were enow
To purge the field of such a hilding foe:
Though we upon this mountain's basis by
Took stand for idle specuUtion:
But that our honours must not What's to say ?
A very little little let us do,
And all is done. Then let the trumpets soimd
The tucket-sonaunce and the note to mount :
For our approach shall so much dare the field.
That England shall couch down in fear, and yield.

J^nter Grah^prb.

Grand, Why do you stay so long, my lords of
France?
Ton island carrions, desperate of their bones,
IlUfavour'dlv become the morning field:
Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose.
And our air shakes them passing soornfuliy*
Big Mars seems bankrout in their beggar'd host.



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Oon, I stay bnt for my guidon. To the field
[ will the banner from a trumpet take.
And use it for my haste. Come, come away I
The son b high, and we outw^fur the day. [JioBeunt,

SCENE llh-^The English Caa^
Enter the English Hott; 6lo6tbr, Bedford,

£X£TEB, SaUSBURT, COld WEaTMORELAMD.

Gflo. Where is the king?

Bed. The king himself is rode to yiew their battle.

West, Of fighting men they have full threescore
thou;«and. [fresh.

Ext, There's five to one; besides they are all

SaiL God's arm strike with us I tis a fearful odds.
God be wi* you, prince:^ all ; 111 to my charge :
If we no more meet till we meet in heaven,
Then, joyfully ;— my noble lord of Bedford,
My dear Lord Gloster, and my good Lord Exeter
And my kind kinsman, warriors all— adieu 1

Bed, Farewell, «food SalLibury; and good luck
go with thee I

Ewe. Farewell, kind lord, fig:ht yaliantlv to-day;
And yet I do thee Mrrong to mind thee of it,
For thou art fnun*d of we firm truth of valour.
[Exit t:»ALisBUEr.

Bed, He b as full of yalonr as of kindness;
Princely in both.

WuL O that we now had here

Enter Kmg Hemrt.

But one ten thousand of those men in EngUnd
That do DO work to-day t

A. Hen, What's he that wishes so ?

My oousm Westmoreland?— No, my fair cousin :
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
Th ' fewer men the greater share of honour.
€k>d's will I I pray Uiee, wish not one man more.
By Jore, I am not covetous for gold ;
l^or care I who doth feed upon my cost;
it yearns me not if men my garments wear ;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires :
But if it be a sin to covet honour
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, '&ith, ror cox, wish not a man from England :
God% peace 1 I would not lose so great an honour,
As one man more, methinks, would share from me,
For the beet hope I have. 0, do not wbh one more:
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host.
That he which hath no stomach to this fight
Let him depart ; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse :
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day b caird the feast of Crbpian :
He that outlives thb day, and comee safe homei
Will stand a tip-toe when thb day b nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live thb day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vi^l /east hb neighbours,
And sajr, To-morrow is Saint Crispian:
llien will he strip hb sleeve, and show hb scars :
And say, these wounds I had on Crbpin's day.
Old men forget; yet shall not all forget,
Bat hell rememlier, with advantages,
W liat feats he did that day : Then shall our names,
Familiar in their mouths as household words,—
Harry the king. Be«iford, and Exeter,
WarM-ick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,—
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd :
Thb story shall the good man teach his aon;
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From thb day to the ending of the world.

But we m it shall be remember'd :

We few, we happy few, we ban^of brotners;

For he to-day that sheds hb blood with me

Shall be my brother ; be he ne*er so vile

This day shall gentle hb condition:

And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, [here;

^hall think themselves accurs'd they were not

And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks

That fought with us upon St. Crispin's day.

Enter Salisbury.

BoL My sovereign lord, .lestow yourself with
speed:
The French are bravely in their battles sec.
And will witli all expedience charge on us.
K, Hen, All thi Ags are ready, if our minds be so.
West, Perbh the man whose mind b backward

now !
K, Hen. Thoa dost not wbh more help irom

England, coz?
West, God's will, my liege,'wouldyouand lalone,
Without more help, could fight this rojal battle I
K, Hen, Why, now, thou hast unwish'd five
thousand men ;
Which likes me better than to wbh us one. —
Ton know your places : God be with you all I

TuekeL Enter Montjoy.

MonL Once more I come to know of thee.

King Harry,
If for thy ransom thou wilt now compoond.
Before thy most assured overthrow :
For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf
Thou needs must be ensl utted. Besides, in mert^,
The constable desires tnee — thou wilt mind
Thy followers of repentance ; that their soob
May make a peaceful and a sweet retire
From off these fields, where (wretches) their poor

bodies
Must lie and fester.
K, Hen, 'Who hath sent thee now ?

Mont, The constable of France.
K, Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer

back;
Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones.
Good Godt why should they mock noor fellows

thus?
The man that once did sell the lion^s skin
While the beast liv'd, waskill'd with hunting him.
A many of our bodies shall, no doubt,
Find native graves ; upon tne which, I trust,
Shall witness live in brass of thb day's work:
And those that leave their valiant bones m France,
Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills,
They shall be fam'd; for there the son shall greeC

them.
And draw their bonom« reeking up to Heaven ;
Leaving theur earthly parts to choke your dime,
The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France.
Mark then abounding valour in our Englbh ;
That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing.
Break out into a second course of mischief^
Killing in relapse of mortality.
Let me speak proudly :— Tell the constable,
We are but warriors for ihe working-day :
Our gajness, and our ^It, are all besmirched
With rainy marching m the painful field ;
There's not a piece of feather in our host
(Good argument, 1 hope, we will not fiy).
And time hath worn us into slovenry :
But by the mass, our hearu are in the trim
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They'll h% in fresher robes ; or they will pluck
The ^7 new coats o*er the French soldiers' beads,
AjiU turn them out of service. If they do this
fAs, if God please, they shall), my ransom then
Will soon be levied. Herald, save tliou thy labour ;
Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald ;
They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints;
Which if thoy have as I will leave 'em them,
Shall yield them little, tell the constable.
JIonL I shall, Kmg Harry. And so (are thee

well:
riiOQ never shalt hear herald any more.

[Exit,
K, Hen. I fear, tliou wilt onoe more oome again

for a ransom.

Enter the Duke of York.

Torh, My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg
The leading of Uie vaward.
K» Hen, Take it, brave York.~Now, soldiers,
march away: —
And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day I

[txetaU,

BCENE IV.— rAe Field of Battle.

Alanmij Exeurnons. Enter French Soldier,
Pistol, and Boy.

PiiL Yield, our.

Fr, SoL Je penae que voui estei le gentShomme de
bontw. qualiti,

Pitt, Quality I Calen o Custure me. Art thou
a gentleman ? What is thy name? discuss.

Fr. SoL Seiffneur Di^!

Pist. O Signieur Dew should be a gentleman : —
Perpend my words, Signieur Dew, and mark : —
O Signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox.
Except, O signieur, thoo do give to me
Egregious ransom.

Fr. SoL 0, prenneu miaericordei aye* pitU dt
fnoyl

Piat, Moy shall not serve, I will have forty moys ;
For I will fetch thy rim out at tliy throat,
In drops of crimson blood.

Fr.SoL EstU impostihU ^eaehapper la fane de
tonbraet

PisL Brass, curl
Thou damned and loxnriona moimtAin goat,
Offer'st me brass?

I^. SoL pardonne» moy.

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

Boy. Eecouteit: Comment etUa vom appelUf

Fr. SoL Moneteur le Fer,

Boy. Me says his name is Master Fer.

Piet. Master Fer! 1*11 fer hiin, and firk him, and
ferret him :— discuss the same in French unto him.

Bou, I do not know the French for fer, and ferret,
and hrk.

PisL Bid him prepare, for I will eat his throat.

Fr. SoL Que mt^il^ monsieur!

Boy. It me comnutnde de vou$ dire que vousfaitee
wua preet ;caroe eoldat icy ett dittpoai tout d cette
heure de couper vostre gorge.

Piat, Ouy, oouper gorge, par ma foy, pesant.
Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns;
Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.

Fi". ^bL O^ie voua wufplie^ pour Vamour de DieUy
me pardoimerf Je auia gentHhomme de bonne nudson;
gardex ma vie, etje voua dotmenm detu cent eacui.

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Boy. He prays you to save his life: be is a gen«
tieman of a good house ; and for his ransom he wiU
give you two hundred crowns.

Pist. Tell him,— my fury shall abate, and I
The crowns will take.'

Fr. SoL Petit motimeur^ que dit-ilt

Boy. Encore qn'il eat contrt son juremetd de par-
donner aueun pnaonmer ; neantmoinSy pour lea eacua
oue voua I'avez promisy U eat content ae voua donner
ta libertiy lefranchiaemenL

Fr, SoL Sur mea genouxje voua domte milte remer-
demena: etje m'estitnefteureuxqueje suis tombi mtne
lea mainad'un chevalier Je penae, le plus brave, vaUant,
et tree diatingui seUpieur d Arujltterre.

Piat. Expound unto me, boy.

Boy, He gives you, upon bin knees, a thousand
thanks : and he esteems himself happy that he hath
fallen into the liunds of one (as ne thinks) the
most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur
of England.

Piat. As I sack blood, I will some mercy show.—
Follow me.

[Ejot Pistol.

Boy, Suivez voua le grand capitaine, [Ejcit French
Soldier.] I did never know so full a voice issue
from so empty a heart : but the saying is true, —
the emptv vessel makes the greatest bound. Bar-
dolph and Nym had ten times more valour tlian
this roaring devil i' the old play, that everr one
may pare his nails with a wooden dagger; and they
are both hanged ; and so would this be, if he duri^L
steal anything adventurously. I must stay with
the lackeys, with tlie luggage of our camp: ibe
French mij;ht have a good prey of us, if he knew
of it; for there is none to guard it bat boys.

[ExiL

SCENE y. —Another part of the Field of Battle.

Alaruma. ^nfer Dauphin, Obleans, BoDBBOff.
Constable, Uaububeb, and othera.

Con. Odiable!

Ori, seigneur! — le jour eat perdu^ tout est perdu!

Dau, Mort demavie! all is confounded, alll
Reproach and everlasting sliame
Sits mocking in our plumes. — meadumte for'

tune! —
Do not run away.

[A i^ortalarum

Con. Why, all oar ranks are broke.

Dau. O perdurable shame t— let's stab ourselves.
Be these the wretches that we play'd mt diet
for?

OrL Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?

Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but
shame I
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 contaminated.

Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend aa
now!
Let us, in heaps, go offer ap our lives
Unto th&se English, or else die with fame.

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 Thedevilukeordernowl 111 to tne throng;
Let life be short: else shame will be too long.

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SCENE Yh— Another Part of the Field,

Alaruma. Enter King Henrt and Foroet; Ezeteb,
and ot^iera^ toUh prisoners.

K, Hat, Well have we done, thrice valiant
countrymen :
Bnt airs not done, yet keep the French the field.

Ea^ The Duke of York commeuds him to your
majesty.

K, Hen, Lives he, good unde? thrice within
this hour
I flaw him down ; thrice up again, and fighting ;
irrora helmet 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 honour-owing wounds)
The noble Earl of Suffolk also lies.
Boffolk first died : and*York, all haggled over,
Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep*d.
And takes him by the beard ; kis-^es the gashes,
That bloodily did yawn upon his face ;
And cries aloud, — *• Tarry, my cousin Suffolk 1
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 kent togetiier in our chivalry!"
Upon tnese words I came, and cheer*d him up :
He smird me in the face, raught me his hand,
And with a feeble gr pe, says,—** Dear my lord.
Commend my service to my sovereign."
So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck
He threw hi-* wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips;
And so, espoused 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 stopped;
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 most perforce compound
With mistful eyes, or they will issue too.—

[Alarum,
But, hark! wlmt new alarum is this same?—
The French have reinforc'd their scattered men : —
Then every soldier kill his prisoners ;
Qive the word tlirough. [Exeunt,

SCENE YIL—Another Part qf the Fteld.
Aiarum$, Enter Fluellen and Qowsr.

Flu, Rill thepoYsand the luggage! *tis expressly
against the law of arms ; 'tis as arrant a piece of
knavery, mark you now, as can be offered. In
your conscience now, is it not ?

Oow, Tis certain there's not a boy left alive ;
and the cowardly rascals that ran from the battle
have done this slaughter: besides, they iiave burned
and carried away all tliat was in the king's tent:
wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused
everv soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O, *tis
a gallant king I

Flu. Ay, he was pom at Monmouth, Captain
Gower: What call you the town's name where
Alexander the pig was ])orn ?

Oow, 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
I»hrMe is a little variations.

Oow. I think Alexander the Great was born in
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Flti. I thmk it is in Maceaon where Aloxmider
is porn. I tell you, captain, — If you look in the
maps of the 'orld, I warrant you shall find, in the
comparisons between Macedon 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
Monmouth ; 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, Hurry of Monmouth's life is come after
it indifferent well ; for there is figures in all things.
Alexander (God knows, and you know), hi liis
rages,and his furies, and his wraths, and his cholers,
and bis moods, and his displeasures, and his indi^-
naiions, and also being a little intoxicates in his
prains, did, in hb ales and his angers, look you,
kill his pest friend, Clytus.

Oow, Our king is nut like him in that; he never
killed any of his fiiends.

Flu, 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 com-
parisons of it: As Alexander killed his friend
Clytus, being in his aics and his cu()s; so also
Harr^ Monmouth, being in his right wits and his
goot judgments, turned away the fat knight with
the grf^^t i)elly-duubler : he was full of jests, and
gipcs, and knaveries, and mocks ; I have forgot his
name.

Oow. Sir John Falstaff.

Flu. That is he : 111 tell yea, there is goot men
porn at Monmouth.

Oow, ilere comes his majesty.

Alarum. Enter King Henby wrffA a part of the
English Furcee; Warwick, Glosteb, 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 yon hill ;
If the^ 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 tliem;
And make them skirr away, as swift as stones
Enforced from the old Assyrian slings :
Besides, we'll out the throats of those we hiive.
And not a man of them, that we shall take.
Shall taste our mercy :— Go, and tell them so.

Enter Montjoy.

Exe. Here oomes the herald of the French, my
liege.

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

K, Hen, lluw now I 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, 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 1)
Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood
fSo do our vulgar drench their ))ea8ant 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
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K. Ben, 1 tell thee tnilj, herald,

I know not if the daj be ouis, or no ;
For jet a man j of jour horsemen peer,
And gallop o'er the Geld.

Jfont. The daj is jours.

K, Ben, Praised be God, and not our strength,
for it I
What is this castle oaird that stands hard bj ?

Mont. Thej call it Agincourt.

K. Hen. Tben call we this the field of Agincourt,
Fought on the daj of Crispin Crispianns.

Fm, Your grandfather of famous memorj, ant
piease jour majestj, and jour great uncle Edward
the plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the
chronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in
France.

jr. Ben. Thej did, Fluellen.

Flu, Your majestj sajrs verj true: if jonr
mi^eeties is remembered of it, the Welshmen did
goot service in a garden where leeks did grow,
wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps; which
jour majestj knows, to this hoar is an honourable
padge of the service; and, I do believe, jour
migesW takes no scorn to wear the leek upon
Saint Tavj's daj.

K, Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour:
For I am Welsh, jou know, good countrjtnan.

Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash jour
mi^e8tj*8 Welsh plood out of jour pod j, I can tell

Sou that : Got pless it and preserve it, as long as
pleases his grace, and his majestj tool
Is. Hen. Thanks, good mj oountrjman.
Fhu Bj Cheshu, I am jour majestj's country-
man, I care not who know it ; 1 will confess it to
all the *orld : I need not be ashamed of jour
majestj, praised be God, so long as jour majestj
is an honest man.
K.Ben, God keep me sot — Our heralds go
with him;
Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
On both our parts.— Call jonder fellow hither.

[PlomU to WiLUAMS. Exeunt Momtjot
and others.

En. Soldier, jovl must come to the king.

K. Hen. Soldier, wh j wearest thou thiU gloy«
in th J cap ?

WvL Ant please your nu^estj, tis the gage of
one that I should fight withiJ, if he be alive.

K. Ben, An Englishman?

WilL Ant please jour mi^estj, a rascal that
swaggered with me last night : who, if la live and
everdare to challenge this glove, 1 have sworn to
take him a box o* the ear : or, if I can see mj
glove in his cap (which he swore, as he was a
soldier, he would wear if alive), I will strike it
out soundlj.

K. Ben. What think jou. Captain Fluellen? is
it fit this soldier keep his oath ?

Fin. He is a craven and a yillain else, ant
plMse joor miyestj, in mj consdenoe.



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K. Hen. Who senrest thou under ?
WiU, Under Captain Gower, inj liege.

Flu. Gower is a goot captaui; and if goot
knowledge and literature in the wars.

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

WUL I will, mj liege. [BaL

K, Hen. Here, Fluellen ; wear thou this mvour
for me, and stick it in thjcap: When Alen^^on
and mjself were down together, I plucked this
gloye from his helm ; if an j man challenge this,
be is a friend to Alen^on and an enemj to our
person ; if thou encounter anj such, apprehend
nim, as thou dost me love.

Flu. Your grace does me as great boiionrs as
can be desired in the hearts of his subjects: I
would fiiin see the man^ tliat has hot two legs, thai
shall find himself a^gnefed at this g^ove, that is



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