[HERALD presents another paper. Here was a royal fellowship of death!- Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk, And not to us, but to thy arm alone, Ascribe we all. - When, without stratagem, 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 the 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 Non nobis, and Te Deum. The dead with charity enclosed in clay, We'll then to Calais; and to England then; Where ne'er from France arrived more happy men. [Exeunt. ACT V. Enter CHORUS. Chor. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story, That I may prompt them and of such as have, * Fifer. Where that his lords desire him, to have borne To welcome him? much more, and much more cause, SCENE I-France. An English Court of Guard. [Exit. Gow. Nay, that's right; but why wear you your leek to day? Saint Davy's day is past. Flts. 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 breed 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. Enter PISTOL. Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock. Flu. "Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his turkey-cocks.Got pless you, ancient Pistol, you scurvy, lowsy 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, 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 desire you to eat it. 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 Got's will is: I will desire you to live in the mean time, and eat your victuals; come, there is sauce for it. [Striking him again. 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. Quit thy cudgel; thou dost see, I eat. Flu. Much goot do you, scald knave, heartily. Nay, 'pray you, throw none away; the skin is goot for your proken coxcomb. When you take occasions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock at them; that is all. Pist. Good. Flu. Ay, leeks is goot:--Hold you, there is a groat to heal your pate. Pist. Me a groat! Flu. Yes, verily, and in truth, you shall take it; or I have another leek in my pocket, which you shall eat. Pist. I take thy groat, in earnest of revenge. Flu. If I owe you anything, I will pay you in cudgels; you shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels. God be wi' you, and keep you, and heal your pate. Pist. All hell shall stir for this. [Exit. Gow. Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly knave. Will you mock at an ancient tradition-begun upon an honourable respect, and worn as a memorable trophy of predeceased valour, -and dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words? I have seen you gleeking and galling ling at this gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, because he could not speak English in the native * Dost thou desire to have me put thee to death? + Stunned. * Scoffing, sneering. T 1 garb, he could not therefore handle an English cudgel: you find it otherwise; and, henceforth, let a Welsh correction teach you a good English condition.* Fare ye well. Pist. Doth fortune play the huswife † with me now? News have I, that my Nell is dead i' the spital Of malady of France; And there my rendezvous is quite cut off. [Exit. [Exit. SCENE II.-Troyes in Champagne. An Apartment in the French King's Palace. Enter, at one door, KING HENRY, BEDFORD, GLOSTER, EXETER, K. Hen. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met! Fr. King. Right joyous are we to behold your face, Q. Isa. So happy be the issue, brother England, Great kings of France and England! That I have labour'd With all my wits, my pains, and strong endeavours, Unto this bar‡ and royal interview, Your mightiness on both parts best can witness. • Temper. ↑ Jilt. + Place of meeting. Since then my office hath so far prevail'd, And as our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges, K. Hen. If, duke of Burgundy, you would the peace, Whose tenors and particular effects You have, enschedul'd briefly, in your hands. Bur. The king hath heard them; to the which, as yet, There is no answer made. K. Hen. Well then, the peace, Which you before so urged, lies in his answer. * Uproot. + Appearance. + Extravagant. Hinderance. |