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That play'st so subtly with a king's repose ; Dau. Via !3-les eaur et la terre-
Orl. Rien puis ? l'air et le feu'Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball,
Dau. Ciel! cousin Orleans.-
Now, my lord constable ! The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp Con. Hark, how our steeds for present service That beats upon the high shore of this world,
neigh. No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony, Dau. Mount them, and make incision in their Not all these, laid in bed majestical,
hides; Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave;
That their hot blood may spin in English eyes, Who, with a body fill'd, and vacant mind, And dout them with superfluous courage : Ha! Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread; Ram. What, will you have them weep our Never sees horrid night, the child of hell;
horses' blood ? But, like a lackey, from the rise to set,
How shall we then behold their natural tears? Sweats in the eye of Phæbus, and all night
Enter a Messenger. Sleeps in Elysium; next day, after dawn, Doth rise, and help Hyperion to his horse ; Ness. The English are embattled, you French And follows so the ever-running year,
peers. With profitable labour, to his grave:
Con. To horse, you gallant princes ! straight to And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,
horse ! Winding up days with toil, and nights with sleep, Do but behold yon poor and starved band, Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king. And your fair show shall suck away their souls, The slave, a member of the country's peace, Leaving them but the shales and husks of men. Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots, There is not work enough for all our hands; What wateh the king keeps to maintain the peace, Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins, Whose hours the peasant best advantages.
To give each naked curtle-axe a stain,
That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, Enter Erpingham.
And sheath for lack of sport: let us but blow on Erp. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your ab- them, sence,
The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. Seek through your camp to find you.
'Tis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords, K. Hen.
Good old knight, That our superfluous lackeys, and our peasants -Collect them all together at my tent :
Who, in unnecessary action, swarm I'll be before thee.
About our squares of battle, -were enough Erp:
I shall do't, my lord. (Exit. To purge this field of such a hildings foe; K. Hen. O God of battles ! steel my soldiers' Though we, upon this mountain's basis by, hearts !
Took stand for idle speculation : Possess them not with fear; take from them now But that our honours must not. What's to say ? The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers A very little little let us do, Pluck their hearts from them!-Not to-day, O Lord, And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound O not to-day, think not upon the fault
The tucket-sonuance, and the note to mount: My father made in compassing the crown! For our approach shall so much dare the field, I Richard's body have interred new;
That England shall crouch down in fear, and yield. And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears, Than from it issued forced drops of blood.
Enter Grandpré. Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,
Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up
France ? Towards heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, Tivo chantries, where the sad and solemn priests Ill-favour’dly become the morning field: Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do: Their ragged curtains' poorly are let loose, Though all that I can do, is nothing worth ; And our air shakes them passing scornfully. Since that my penitence comes after all,
Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd host, Imploring pardon.
And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps.
Their horsemen set like fixed candlesticks,
With torch-staves in their hand: and their poor jades Glo. My liege!
Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips; K. Hen. My brother Gloster's voice ?-Ay; The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes; I know thy errand, I will go with thee:
And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bít The day, my friends, and all things, stay for me. Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionless;
(Ereunt. And their executors, the knavish crows,
Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour. SCENE II.— The French camp. Enter Dauphin, Description cannot suit itself in words, Orleans, Rambures, and others.
To démonstrate the life of such a battle Orl. The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords. In life so lifeless as it shows itself. Dau. Montez à chevd :--My horse! valet! lac- Con. They have said their prayers, and they stay
for death. Orl. O brave spirit !
Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh
suits, (1) Farced is stuffed. The tumid puffy titles with which a king's name is introduced.
(5) Mean, despicable. (2) The sun.
(6) The name of an introductory flourish on the (3) An old encouraging exclamation.
trumpet. (4) Do them out, extinguish them.
quay ! ha !
And give their fasting horses provender, Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and 'Gloster,-
This story shall the good man teach his son ;
But we in it shall be remembered :
Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, Glo. Where is the king ?
This day shall gentle his condition : Bed. The king himself is rode to view their battle. And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, West. Of fighting men they have full threescore Shall think themselves accurs'd, they were not here; thousand.
And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, Ere. There's five to one: besides, they all are That fought with us upon St. Crispin's day. fresh.
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 Exeter,–And will with all expedience charge on us. And my kind kinsman, -warriors all, adieu!
K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds be 80. Bed." Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck
West, Perish the man, whose mind is backward
now! go with thee! Ere. Farewell, kind lord; fight valiantly to-day:
K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it,
England, cousin ? For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour.
West. God's will, my liege, 'would you and I
(Exi! Salisbury. Without more help, might fight this battle out! Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness : Princely in both.
K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five
thousand men; West. O that we now had here
Which likes me better, than to wish us one.Enter King Henry.
You know your places : God be with you all! But one ten thousand of those men in England, That do no work to-day!
Tucket. Enter Montjoy. K. Hen.
What's he that wishes so? Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, king My cousin Westmoreland ?-No, my fuir cousin :
Harry, If we are mark'd to die, we are enough
If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, To do our country loss; and it to live,
Before thy most assured overthrow: The fewer men, the greater share of honour. For, certainly, thou art so near the gull, God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. Thou needs must be englutted.-Besides, in mercy, By Jove, I am not covetous for gold;
The constable desires thee thou wilt minds Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost; Thy followers of repentance ; that their souls It yearns' me not, if men my garments wear; May make a peaceful and a sweet retire Such outward things dwell not in my desires : From off these fields, where (wretches) their poor But, if it be a sin to covet honour,
bodies I am the most offending soul alive.
Must lie and sester. No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: K. Hen.
Who hath sent thee now? God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour, Mont. The constable of France. As one man more, methinks, would share from me, K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer back; For the best hope I have. 0, do not wish one more: Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, Good God! why should they mock poor fellows That he, which hath no stomach to this fight,
thus ? Let him depart; his passport shall be made, The man, that once did sell the lion's skin And crowns for convoy put into his pursc: While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him. We would not die in that man's company, A many of our bodies shall, no doubt, That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Find native graves; upon the which, I trust, This day is call'd-the feast of Crispian : Shall witness live in brass of this day's work: He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home, And those that leave their valiant bones in France, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d, Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills, And rouge him at the name of Crispian.
They shall be fam'd; for there the sun shall greet He, that shall live this day, and see old age,
them, Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends,
And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; And say-to-morrow is Saint Crispian:
Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime, Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France. And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day. Mark then a bounding valour in our English; Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing, But he'll remember, with advantages,
Break out into a second course of mischief,
(3) Gallantly. (4) Expedition. (5) Remind. (2) i. e. This day shall advance him to the rank (6) i. e. In brazen plates anciently let into tombof a gentleman.
We are but warriors for the working-day:! faites vous prest; car ce soldat icy est disposé tout
Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant,
Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie pour l'amour de But, by the mass, our hearts are in ihe trim : Dieu, me pardonner ! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne And my poor soldiers tell me-yet ere nicht naison : gardez ma vie, et je vous donneray deur They'll be in fresher robes, or they will pluck cents esculs. The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads, Pist. What are his words? And iurn them out of service. If they do this, Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a gen(As, if God please, they shall,) my ransom then tleman of a good house ; and, for his ransom, he Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour; will give you two hundred crowns. Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald; Pist. Tell him,-my fury shall abate, and I They shall have none, I swear, bui these my joints: The crowns will take. Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them, Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dil-il ? Shall yield them little, tell the constable.
Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de Mont. I shall, king Harry, And so fare thee well; pardonner avcun prisonnier ; neantmoins, pour Thou never shalt hear herald any more. [Erit. les escus que vous l'avez promis, il est content de K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again for vous donner la liberté, le franchisement.
Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille
remerciemens : et je m'estime heureux que je suis Enter the Duke of York.
tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg plus brave, valiant, el tres distingué seigneur The leading of the vaward.*
d'Angleterre. K. Hen. Take it, brave York.--Now, soldiers,
Pist. Expound unto me, boy. march away :
Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!
thanks : and he esteems himself happy that he hath [Ereuni. fullen into the hands of (as he thinks) the most
brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of SCENE IV.-The field of ballle. Alarums: England.
Excursions. Enter French Soldier, Pistol, and Pist. As I suck blood, I will some merey show.Boy.
Follow me, cur.
(Exit Pistol Pist. Yield, cur.
Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine. Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhome
(Erit French Soldier. de bonne qualité.
I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty Pist. Quality, call you me ?-Construe me, art a heart : but the saying is true, -The empty vessel thou a gentleman ? What is thy name? discuss. makes the greatest sound. Bardolph, and Nym, Fr. Sol. O seigneur Meu !
had ten times more valour than this roaring devil Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a gentleman :
i'the old play, that every one may pare his nails Perpend my words, O signicur Dew, and inark;- with a wooden dagger; and they are both hanged; V signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox, and so would this be, if he durst steal any thing Except, O signieur, thou do give to me
adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys, with Egregious ransom.
the baggage of our camp: the French might have Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde ! ayez pilié de a good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none
to guard it, but boys.
(Erit. Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have sorty moys; SCENE V.-Another part of the field of battle. For I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat,
Alarums. Enter Dauphin, Orleans, Bourbon, In drops of crimson blood. Fr. Sol. Est-il impossible d'eschapper la force
Constable, Rambures, and others. de ton bras ?
Con. O diable ! Pist. Brass, cur!
Orl. O seigneur !-le jour est perdu, tout est Thou damned and luxurious' mountain goat,
perdu! Offer'st me brass ?
Dau. Mort de ma rie! all is confounded, all! Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy!
Reproach and everlasting shame Pist, Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys ? — Sits mocking in our plumes.-O meschante for. Come hither, boy; Ask me this slave in French,
tune! What is his name.
Do not run away.
(A short alarum. Boy. Escoutez; Comment estes-vous appellé ? Con.
Why, all our ranks are broke. Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer.
Dar. O perdurable shame!-let's stab ourselves. Boy. He says, his name is-master Fer. Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for?
Pist, Master Fer! I'll fer him, and tirk” him, and Orl. Is this the king we sent to for his ransom? ferret him :-discuss the same in French unto him. Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and fer
shame! ret, and firk.
Let us die instant: Once more back again ; Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat. And he that will not follow Bourbon now, Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur ?
Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand, Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door,
Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog," (1) We are soldiers but coarsely dressed. (2) Golden show, superficial gilding:
(6) The diaphragm.
(7) Lascivious. (3) Soiled. (4) Vanguard.
(8) Pieces of money.
(9) Chastise. (5) An old cant word for a sword, so called from (10) Lasting. a famous sword-cutler of the name of Fox,
(11) i. e. Who has no more gentility,
His fairest daughter is contaminate.
Gower : What call you the town's name where Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now! Alexander the pig was born? Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives
Gow. Alexander the great. Unto these English, or else die with fame.
Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? The Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the To smother up the English in our throngs, magnanimous, are all one reckoning, save the If any order might be thought upon.
phrase is a little variations. Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the Gow. I think, Alexander the great was born in throng;
Macedon; his father was called Philip of MaceLet life be short; else, shame will be too long. don, as I take it.
[Exeunt. Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where Alexander SCENE 11.-Another part of the field. Ala
is porn. I tell you, captain,-Ír you look in the rums. Enter King Henry and forces; Exeter, maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the
comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, and others.
that the situations, look you, is both alike. There K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover countrymen :
a river at Monmouth; it is called Wye, at MonBut all's not done, yet keep the French the field. mouth: but it is out of my prains, what is the name Eve. The duke of York commends him to your of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis so like as majesty.
my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle ? thrice, within both.®if you mark Alexander's life well, Harry this hour,
of Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent well; I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting; for there is figures in all things. Alexander, (God From helmet to the spur, all blood he was. knows, and you know,) in his rages, and his furies,
Exe. In which array (brave soldier) doth he lie, and his wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and Larding the plain: and by his bloody' side his displeasures, and his indignations, and also being (Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,) a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and The noble earl of Suffolk also lies.
his angers, look you, kill his pest friend, Clytus. Suffolk first died; and York, all haggled over, Goro. Our king is not like him in that: he never Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd, killed any of his friends. And takes him by the beard ; kisses the gashes, Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take That bloodily did yawn upon his face;
tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and And cries aloud, -Tarry, Hear cousin Suffolk ! finished. I speak but in the figures and compariNy soul shall thine keep company to heaven : sons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, Tarry, suveet soul, for mine, then fly a-breast; being in his ales and his cups; so also Harry MonAs, in this glorious and well-foughien field, mouth, in right wits and his goot judgments, is We kepl together in our chivalry !
turn away the fat knight with the great pelly doubl'pon these words I came, and cheer'd him up: let: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knäveries,
le smil'd me in the face, ranght' me his hand, and mocks; I am forget his name. And, with a ferble gripe, says, - Dear my lord, Gov. Sir John Falstaff. Coinmend my service to my sovereign.
Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there is goot So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck
men porn at Monmouth.
Alarum. Enter King Henry, with a part of the The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd
English forces; Warwick, Gloster, Exeter, and Those waters from me, which I would have stopp'd;
others. B::t I had not so much of man in me,
K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to France But all my mother came into mine eyes,
Until this instant.-Take a trumpet, herald ; And gave me up to tears.
Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill ; K. Hen.
I blame you not; If they will fight with us, bid them come down, For, hearing this, I must perforce compound Or void the field; they do offend our sight: With mistful eyes, or they will issue too.-Alarum. If they'll do neither, we will come to them, But hark! what new alarum is this same?
And make them skirré away, as swift as stones The French have reinfore'd their scatter'd men :- Enforced from the old Assyrian slings : Then every soldier kill his prisoners;
Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have z Give the word through.
(Exeunt. And not a man of them, that we shall take, SCENE VII. – Another part of the field. Ala- Shall taste our mercy:-Go, and tell them so. Enter Fluellen and Gower.
Enter Montjoy. Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage ! 'tis ex- Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my pressly against the law of arins: 'lis as arrant a liege. piece of kuavery, Inark you now, us can be offered, Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be. in the 'orld: In your conscience now, is it not ? K. Hen. How now, what means this, herald ?
Gou. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy lest alive ; know'st thou not, and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the battle, That I have find these bones of mine for ransom ? have done this slaughter: besides, they have burned Com'st thou again for ransom ? and carried away all that was in the king's tent; Mont.
No, great king: wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused I come to thee for charitable license, every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. 0, 'tis a That we may wander o'er this bloody field, gallant king!
To book our dead, and then to bury them; Flu, Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain To sort our nobles from our common men
; For many of our princes (wo the while !) (1) Rcached. (2) Scour. Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood;
(So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs Itation is as arrant a villain, and a Jack sauce, as
Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.
K. llen. Who servest thou under ? K. Hen.
I tell thee truly, herald, Will. Under captain Gower, my liege. I know not, if the day be ours, or no;
Flu. Gower is a goot captain'; and is goot knowFor yet a many of your horsemen peer,
ledge and literature in the wars. And gallop o'er the field.
K. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier.
(Erit. K. Hen. Praised be God, and not our strength, K. Hen. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for it!
for me, and stick it in thy cap; When Alençon and What is this castle call’d, that stands hard by ? myself were down together, I plucked this glove Mont. They call it-Agincourt.
from his helm: if any man challenge this, he is a K. Hen. Then call we this—the field of Agin- friend to Alençon and an enemy to our person; if court,
thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an thon Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.
dost love me. Fiu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as please your majesty, and your great-uncle Edward can be desired in the hearts of his subjects: I would the plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall chronicles,' fought a most prave pattle here in find himself aggriefed at this glove, that is all; but France.
I would fain sce it once; an please Got of his grace, K. Hen. They did, Fluellen.
that I might see it. Flu. Your majesty says very true: if your ma- K. Hen. Knowcst thou Gower ? jesties is remembered of it, the Welshman did goot Flu. He is iny dear friend, an please you. service in a garden where leeks did grow, w. aring K. Hen. Pray thce, go scek him, and bring him leeks in their Monmouth cass; which, your majesty to my tent. knows, to this hour is an honourable padge of the Fu. I will fetch him.
(Exit. service; and, I do believe, your majesty takes no K. Hen. My lord of Warwick,—and my brother scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's day.
Gloster, K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour: Follow Fluellen closely at the heels : For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman. The glove, which I have given him for a favour,
Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your May, haply, purchase him a box o' the ear; majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell It is the soldier's ; !, by bargain, should you that: Got pless it and preserve it, as long as Wear it myself. Folloiv, good cousin Warwick : it pleases his grace, and his majesty too!
If that the soldier strike him (as, I judge K. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman. By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word,)
Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's country- Some sudden mischief may arise of it; man, I care not who know it; I will confess it to For I do know Fluellen valiant, all the 'orld : I need not to be ashamed of your And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder, majesty, praised be Got, so long as your majesty And quickly will return an injury: is an honest man.
Follow, and see there be no harm between them.K. Hen. God keep me so!-Our heralds go with Go you with me, uncle of Exeter. (Exeunt. Bring me just notice of the numbers dead SCENE VIII.-Before King Henry's Pavilion. On both our parts.--Call yonder fellow hither.
Enter Gower and Williams. [Points to Williams. 'Ere. Mont, and others. Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain. Ere. Soldier, vou must come to the king.
Enter Fluellen. K. Hen. Soldier, why wear’st thou that glove Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I pein thy cap?
seech you now, come apace to the king : there is Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of more goot toward you, peradventure, than is in your one that I should fight withal, if he be alive. knowledge to dream of. K. Hen. An Englishman?'
Will. Sir, know you this glove ? Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that Flu. Know the glove? I know, the glove is a swaggered with me last night: who, is 'a live, and glove. ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it. take him a box o'the ear : or, if I can see my
(Strikes him. glove in his cap (which he swore, as he was a sol- Flu. 'Shuld, an arrant traitor, as any's in the dier, he would wear, if alive,) I will strike it out universal 'orld, or in France, or in England. soundly.
Gow. How now, sir? you villain ! K. Hen. What think you, captain Fluellen ? is Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn ? it fit this soldier keep his oath ?
Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give Flu. He is a craven' and a villain else, an't treason his payment into plows, I warrant you. please your majesty, in my conscience.
Will. I am no traitor. R. Hen. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman of Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.-I charge you in great sort,' quite from the answer of his degree. his majesty's name, apprebend him; he's a friend
Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the of the duke Alençon's. tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and
Enter Warwick and Gloster. his oath : If he be perjured, see you now, his repu- War. How now, how now! what's the matter? (1) Coward. (2) High rank.
(3) For saucy Jack.