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The throne he nts on, nor the tide of pomp Ram. What, will yon have them weep our
horses' blood ?
Enter a Messenger.
Con. To horse, you gallant princes ! straight
to horne! But, like a lackey, from the rise to set,
Do but behold yon poor and starved hand, Sweats in the eye of Phæbus, and all night And your fair show shall suck away their souls, Sleeps in Elysium ; next day, after dawn, Leaving them but the shales and husks of men. Doth rise, and help Hyperion to his horse; There is not work enough for all our hands; And follows so the ever-running year
Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins, With profitable labour, to his grave :
To give each naked curtle-ax a stain, And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,
That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, Winding up days with toil, and nights with And sheath for lack of sport : let us but blow sleep,
on them, Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king.
The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. The slave, a member of the country's peace,
'Tis positive, 'gainst all exceptions, lords, Enjoys it, but in gross brain liule wois, That our superfluous lackeys, and our pear What watch the king keeps to maintain the sants, peace,
Who, in unnecessary action, swarm Whose hours the peasant best advantages.
About our squares of battle, ---were enough
To purge this field of such a hilding foe
Though we, upon this mountain's basis by
But that our honours must not. What's to say 1 Seek through your camp to find you.
A very little little let is do, K. Hen.
Good old knight, And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound Collect them all together at my tent :
The tucket-sonuance, and the note to mount:
For our approach shall so inuch dare the field,
Il-favonr'dly become the morning field:
Big Mars seems bankrnpi in their beggar'd host,
And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps. Than from it issued forced drops of blood. Their horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks, Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,
With torch-staves in their hands : and their poor Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up
jades Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and built
hips; Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests The gum down-roping from their pale-dead Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do:
eyes ; Though all that I can do, is nothing worth;
And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit Since that my penitence comes after all, Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionImploring pardon.
And their executors, the knavish crows,
Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour.
Description cannot suit itself in words,
In life so lifeless as it shows itself.
(Exeunt. stay for death.
Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and
And after fight with them? Orl. The sun doth gild our armour; up, my, Con. I stay but for my guard ; On, to the field: lords.
I will the banner from a trumpet take, Dau. Montez a cheval :~My horse! valet And use it for my haste. Come, come, away! lacquay ? ha!
The sun is high, and we outwear the day. Orl. O brave spirit!
(Eseunt Dau. Vial-les eaux et la terre Orl. Rien puis ? l'air et le feu
SCENE III. The English Camp.
Enter the English Host; Gloster, Bedford,
Exeter, Salisbury, and Westmoreland.
Glo. Where is the king? Con. Hark, how our steeds for present service Bed. The king himself is rode to view their neigh.
battle. Dau. Mount them, and make incision in their West. Of fighting men they have full three hides;
score thousand. That their hot blood may spin in English eyes, Exe. There's five to one; besides, they all are And dout them with superfluous courage: Ha! fresh.
Sal. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful
Enter Salisbury. odds. God be wi' yon, princes all ; I'll to my charge ;
Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with If we no more meet, till we meet in heaven,
speed; Then, joyfully, my noble lord of Bedford,
The French are bravely in their battles set, My dear lord Gloster, -and my good 'lord And will with all expedience charge on us.' Exeter,
K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds be And my kind kinsman,-warriors all, adieu ! Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck
West. Perish the man, whose mind is back
ward now ! go with thee! Rre. Farewell, kind lord ; fight valiantly to
K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from day:
England, cousin ? And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it,
West. God's will, my liege, 'would you and I For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour.
alone, (Erit Salisbury.
Without more help, might fight this battle out! Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness ;
K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five
thousand men ;
Which likes me better, than to wish us one.
You know your places : God be with you all !
Tucket. Enter Montjoy.
Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, K. Hen.
What's he that wishes so ? King Harry, My cousin Westmoreland ?—No, my fair cou. If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, sin :
Before thy most assured overthrow : If we are mark'd to die, we are enough For, certainly, thou art so near the golf, 'To do our connuy loss : and if to live,
Thou needs must be englatted. Besides, in The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
mercy, God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man The Constable desires thee-thou wilt mind
Thy followers of repentance; that their souls By Jove, I am not covetous for gold;
May make a peaceiul and a sweet retire Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost; From off these fields, where (wretches) their It yearns me not, if men my garments wear ;
poor bodies Such outward things dwell not in iny desires : Must lie and fester. But, if it be a sin to covet honour,
Who hath sent thee now 7 I am the most offending soul alive!
Mont The Constable of France. No, 'faith, my co., wish not a man from Eng. K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer land:
back; God's peace! I would not lose so great an ho- Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. nour,
Good God! why should they mock poor fellows As one man more, methinks, would share from thus ? me,
The man, that once did sell the lion's skin For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting more:
him. Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my A many of our bodies shall, no doubt, host,
Find native graves ; upon the which, I trust, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Shall witness live in brass of this day's work': Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And those that leave their valiant bones in And crowns for convoy put into his purse :
France, We would not die in that man's company Dying like men, though buried in your dungThat fears his fellowship to die with us.
hills, This day is call'd- the feast of Crispian : They shall be fam'd ; for there the sun shall He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home, greet them, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; And rouse him at the name of Crispian. Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime, He, that shall live this day, and see old age, The smell whereot shall breed a plague in Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends,
France. And say-lo-morrow is Saint Crispian :
Mark then a bounding valour in onr English; Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing, And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day. Break out into a second course of mischief, Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, Killing in relapse of mortality. But he'll remember, with advantages,
Let me speak proudly ;-Tell the Constable, What feats he did that day: Then shall our We are but warriors for the working day: names,
Our gayness, and our gilt, are all hesmirch'd Familiar in their months as hon sehold words,— With rainy marching in the painful field; Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
There's not a piece of feather in our host, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,- (Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly,) Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd! And time hath worn us into slovenry : This story shall the good man teach his son ; But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim : And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
And my poor soldiers' tell me-yet ere night From this day to the ending of the world, They'll be in fresher robes; or they will pluck But we in it shall be remembered ;
The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; heads, For he, to-day, that sheds his blood with me, And turn them ont of service. If they do this, Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, (As, if God please, they shall.) my ransom then This day shall gentle his condition :
Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy And gentlemen in England, now a-bed,
labour ; Shall think themselves accurs'd, they were not come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald; here;
They shall have none, I swear, but these my And hold their manhoods cheap, while any joints; speaks,
Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them, That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. Shall yield them little, tell the Constable.
Mont. I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee Pist. Expound unto me, boy well :
Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand Thou never shalt hear herald any more. (Erit. thanks: and he esteems himself happy that he K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again hath fallen into the hands of (as he thinks) the for ransom
most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur
Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy
Follow me, cur.
[Erit Pistol. K. Hen. Take it, brave York.-Now, soldiers, Boy. Suivez-vous le grand capitaine. march away:
(Erit French Soldier. And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day! I did never know so full à voice issue from so
[Ereunt. empty a heart: but the saying is true,- The SCENE IV. The Field of Battle. empty vessel makes the greatest sound.' Bar Alarms: Excursions. Enter French Soldier, than this roaring devil i' the old play, that every
dolph, and Nym, had ien times more valour Pistol and Boy.
one may pare his nails with a wooden dagger; Pist. Yield, cur.
and they are both hanged; and so would this be Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous este le gentilhom- if he durst steal any thing adventurously. I me de bonne qualite
must stay with the lackeys, with the luggage of Pist. Quality ? Callino, Castore mel art thou our camp: the French might have a good prey a gentleman? what is thy name? discuss. of 18, if he knew of it; for there is none to guard Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu !
it, but boys.
(Esit. Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a gentleman: Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and SCENE V. Another part of the field of Battle. mark
Alarums. Enter Dauphin, Orleans, Bourbon,
Constable, Rambures, and others.
Con. O diable !
perdu! Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty Dau. Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all !
Reproach and everlasting shame moys; For I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat,
Sits mocking in our plumes.-0 meschante for
tune! In drops of crimson blood. Fr. Sol. Est-il impossible d'eschapper la force Do not run away.
(A short Alarum
Con. de ton bras?
Why, all our ranks are broke Pist. Brass, cur!
Dau. O perdurable shame !-let's stab our Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat,
selves. Offer'st me brass?
Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for? Fr. Sol. O pardonnaz moy!
Orl. Is this the king we sent to for his ransom? Pist. Say'st thou me soy is that a ton of Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but
shame! moy's ?Come hither, boy; Ask me this slave in French, Let us die in fight: Once more back again ; What is his name.
And he that will not follow Bourbon now, Boy. Escoutez ; Comment estez-vous appelle? Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand, Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer.
Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door, Boy. He says, his name is-master Fer.
Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog, Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk him, His fairest daughter is contaminace. and ferret him :-discuss the same in French Con. Disorder, that hath spou'd us, friend w unto him.
now! Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives
Unto these English, or else die with fame. Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat. Toʻsmother up the English in our throngs,
Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur ? Boy. I me commande de vous dire que vous If any order might be thought upon. faites vous prest; car ce soldat icy est dispose Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the tout a cette heure de couper vostre gorge.
throng ; Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant, Let life be short; else, shame will be too long. Unless thoil give me crowns, brave crowns;
(Eseunt. Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.
SCENE V1. Another part of the Field.
eter, and others. neray deux cents escus.
K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant Pist. What are his words?
countrymen : Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a But all's not done, yet keep the French the field. gentleman of a good house; and, for his ran Ece. The duke of York commends him to your som, he will give you two hundred crowns.
majesty. Pist. Tell him,-my fury shall abate, and I K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle ? thrice, within The crowns will take.
this hour, Fr. Sol. Pctit monsieur, que dit-il ?
I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting; Boy, Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de From helmet to the spur, all blood he was. pardonner aucun prisonnier ; neantmoins, Exe. In which array (brave soldier) doth he pour les escus que vous l'avez promis, il est lie, content de vous donner la liberte, le franchise Larding the plain: and by his bloody side, ment.
(Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds) Fr. Sol. Sur mes genour, je vous donne mille The noble earl of Suffolk also lies remerciemens : et je m'estime heureux que je suis Suffolk first died, and York, all haggled over, tombe entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd, le plus brave, valiant, et tres distingué seig. And takes him by the beard; kisses the gashes, neur d'Angleterre.
That bloodily did yawn upon his face;
And cries alond, -Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk! and his goot judgments, is turn away the fat My soul shall thine keep company to heaven: knight with the great pelly doublet: he was full Tarty, sweet soul, for mine, then fly, abreast; lof jests, and sipes, and knaveries, and mocks;
field, We kept together in our chivalry!
Gow. Sir John Falstaff. Upon these words I came and cheer'd him up: Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there is goot He smil'd me in the face, raught me his hand, men porn al Monmouth. And, with a feeble gripe, says, -Dear my lord, Gow. Here comes his majesty. Commend my service to my sovereign. So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck
Alarum. Enter King Henry, with a part of He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips:
the English Forces; Warwick, Gloster, ExeAnd so, espous'd to death, with blood, he seal'd ter, and others. A testament of noble-ending love.
K. Hen. I was not angry since 'I came to The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd
France Those waters from me, which I would have Until this instant.--Take a trumpet, herald; stopp'd :
Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill; But I had not so much of man in me,
If they will fight with 118, bid them come down, But all my mother came into mine eyes, Or void the field ; they do oftend our sight: And gave me ap to tears.
If they'll do neither, we will come to them, K. Hen.
I blame you not ; And make them sirr away, as swift as stones For, hearing this, I must perforce compound Enforced from the old Assyrian slings: With mistful eyes, or they will issue too. Besicies, we'll cut the throats of those we have;
[Alarum. And not a man of them, that we shall take, But, hark! what new alarum is this same ?-- Shall taste our mercy :-Go, and tell them so. The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd men :
[Ereunt. Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my
liege. SCENE VII. Another part of the Field. Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be.
K. Hen. How now, what means this, herald ? Alarums. Enter Fluellen and Gower.
know'st thou not, Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis ex. That I have find these bones of mine for ranpressly against ihé law of arms: 'tis as arrant som ? a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be Com'st thou again for ransom? offered in the 'orld: In your conscience now, is Mont.
No, great king : it not?
I come to thee for charitable license, Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; That we may wander o'er this bloody field, and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the To book our dead, and then to bury them; battle, have done this slaughter: besides, they To sort our nobles from our common men; have burned and carried away all that was in For many of our princes (wo the while !) the king's tent; wherefore the king, most wor. Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood thily, hath cansed every soldier to cut his pri- (So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs soner's throat. 0, 'tis a gallant king!
In blood of princes ;) and their woundedt steeds Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild rage, Gower : What call you the town's name, where Yerk out their armed heels at their dead master's, Alexander the pig was born ?
Killing them twice. (, give us leave, great king, Gow. Alexander the great.
To view the field in safety, and dispose Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great! The Of their dead bodies. pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or K. Hen.
I tell thee truly, herald, the magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save I know not, if the day be ours, or no; the phrase is a little variations.
For yet a many of your horsemen peer, Gou. I think, Alexander the great was born And gallop o'er the field. in Macedon; his father was called-Philip of Mont.
The day is yours. Macedon, as I take it.
K. Hen. Praised be God, and not our strength Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where Alexan for it der is porn. I tell you, captain,-- If you look What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by ? in the maps of the 'orld, I'warrant, you shall Mont. They call il-Agincourt. find, in the comparisons between Macedon and K. Hen. Then call we this the field of AginMonmouth, thai the situations, look you, is both court, alike. There is a river in Macedon; and there Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus. is also moreover a river at Monmouth: it is Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, called Wye, at Monmouth: but it is out of my an't please your majesty, and your great-unele prains, what is the name of the other river; but Elward the plack prince of Wales, as I have 'tis all'one, 'tis so like as my fingers is to my read in the chronicles, fought a most prave patfingers, and there is salmons in both. If you tle here in France. mark Alexander's life well, Harry of Mon- K. Hen. 'They did, Fluellen. mouth's life is come after it indifferent well, for Flu. Your majesty says very true: If your there is figures in all things.. Alexander (Got majesties is remember'd of it, the Welshmen did knows, and you know,) in his rages, and his goot service in a garden where leeks did grow, furies, and his wraths, and his cholers, and his wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps; which, moods, and his displeasures, and his indigna- your majesty knows to this hour is an honourations, and also being a little intoxicates in his ble padge of the service; and, I do believe, your prains, did, in his ales and his angers, look you, majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon kill his pest friend, Clyins.
Saint T'avy's day. Gow. Our king is not like him in that; he K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour : never killed any of his friends.
For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman. Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your take tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can end and finished. I speak but in the figures and tell you that: Got pless it and preserve it, as comparisons of it: As Alexander is kill his long as it pleases his grace, and his majesty too! friend Clytus, being in his ales and his cups; so K. Hen. Thanks, good iny countryman. also Harry Monmouth, being in his right wits) Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's coun.
tryman, I care not who know it; I will confess SCENE VIII. Before King Henry's Pavilion it to all the 'orld: I need not to be ashamed of
Enter Gower and Williams. your majesty, praised be Got, so long as your will. I warrant it is to knight you, captain. majesty is an honest man. K Hen. God keep me so !-Our heralds go
Enter Fluellen. with him; Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, J On both oir parts.-Call yonder fellow hither. peseech you now, come apace to the king; [Points to Williams. Exeunt Montjoy there is more goot towards you, peradventure, and others.
than is in your knowledge to dream of.. Ere. Soldier, you must come to the king.
Will. Sir, know you this glove ? K. Hen. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove Flu. Know the glove? I know, the glove is in thy cap?
a glove. Wiú. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it. of one that I should fight withal, if he be alive.
[Strikes him. K. Hen. An Englishman?
Flu. 'Shlud, an arrant traitor, as any's in the Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that universal 'orld, or in France, or in England. swagger'd with me last night: who, if 'a live,
Gow. How now, sir? you villain ! and ever dare to challenge this glove, I have
Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn ? sworn to take him a box o' the ear: or, if I can Flu. Stand away, Captain Gower; I will give see my glove in his cap, (which he swore, as he treason his payment into plows, I warrant you. was a soldier, he would wear, if alive,) 'I will
Will I am no traitor. strike it out soundly.
Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.- I charge you K. Hen. What think you, Captain Fluellen ? in his majesty's name, apprehend him; he's a is it fit this soldier keep his oath?
friend of the duke Alençon's. Flu. He is a craven and a villain else, an't
Enter Warwick and Gloster. please your majesty, in my conscience.
War. How now, how now? what's the matter? K. Hen. It may be his enemy is a gentleman of Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be great sort, quite from the answer of his degree.
Got for it!) a most contagious treason come to Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as light, look you, as you shall desire in a sumthe tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it mer's day. Here is his majesty. is necessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath: if he be perjured, see you
Enter King Henry and Exeter. now, his reputation is as arrant a villain, and a K. Hen. How now! what's the matter? Jack-sauce, as ever his plack shoe trod upon Flu. My liege, here is a villain, and a traitor, Got's ground and his earth, in my con- that, look your grace, has struck the glove science, la
which your majesty is take out of the helmet K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou of Alençon. meet'st the fellow.
Will. My liege, this was my glove; here is Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.
the fellow of it: and he, that I gave it to in K. Hen. Who servest thou under ?
change, promised to wear it in his cap: I proWill. Under Captain Gower, my liege. mised to strike him, if he did: I met this man
Flu. Gower is a goot captain; and is goot with my glove in his cap, and I have been as knowledge and literature in the wars.
good as my word. K. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier. Flu. Your majesty hear now, (saving your Will. I will, my liege.
[Erit. majesty's manhood,) what an arrant, rascally,
Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as promised'st to strike; and thou hast given me
Will. All offences, my liege, come from the
heart: never came any from mine, that might Flu. He is my dear friend, an please you. offend your majesty. K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring K. Hen. It was ourself thou did'st abnse. him to my teni.
Will. Your majesty came not like yourself: yon Flu. I will fetch him.
[Exit. appeared to me but as a common man; witness K. Hen. My lord of Warwick,-and my bro- the night, your garments, your lowliness; and ther Gloster,
what your highness suffered under that shape, I Follow Fluellen closely at the heels:
beseech yon, take it for your own fault, and not The glove, which I have given him for a fa- mine; for had you been as I took you for, I vor,
made no offence; therefore, I beseech your highMay, haply, purchase him a box o' the ear; ness, pardon me. It is the soldier's; I, by bargain should
K. Hen. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with
And give it to this fellow.-Keep it, fellow;
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 Follow, and see there be no harm between Got, and keep you ont of prawls,
and prabbles, Go you with me, uncle of Exeter.
and quarrels, and dissensions, and, I'warrani (Exeunt. you, it is the petter for you.