And give their fasting horses provender, And after fight with them? Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,-Con. I stay but for my guard; On, to the field: Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd: I will the banner from a trumpet take, This story shall the good man teach his son; And use it for my haste. Come, come away! And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, The sun is high, and we outwear the day. [Exe. From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered: SCENE III-The English camp. Enter the English host; Gloster, Bedford, Exeter, Salis- For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me, We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; bury, and Westmoreland. Sal. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds. God be wi' you, princes all! I'll 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! Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck go with thee! Exe. Farewell, kind lord; fight valiantly to-day:|| And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it, For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour. [Exit Salisbury. Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness: Princely in both. West. O that we now had here Enter King Henry. But one ten thousand of those men in England, That do no work to-day! K. Hen. What's he, that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland?-No, my fair cousin : If we are mark'd to die, we are enough To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold; Nor 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, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England :|| God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour, As one man more, methinks, would share from me, For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more Rather proclaimit, 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 is call'd-the feast of Crispian : He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He, that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends, And say-to-morrow is Saint Crispian : Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day. Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember, with advantages, What feats he did that day: Then shall our names. Familiar in their mouths as household words, Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed: The French are bravely in their battles set, K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds be so West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward now! K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from England, cousin? West. God's will, my liege, 'wou'd you and alone, Without more help, might fight this battle out! K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd fi thousand men ; Which likes me better, than to wish us one.- Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, ki If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, Who hath sent thee now? K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer back; Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. Good God! why should they mock poor fellows thus? The man, And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; Let me speak proudly ;-Tell the constable, (3) Gallantly. (4) Expedition. (5) Remind. (6) i. e. In brazen plates anciently let into tombstones. We are but warriors for the working-day: But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim: Pist. Yield, cur. Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme de bonne qualité. Pist. Quality, call you me?-Construe me, art thou a gentleman? What is thy name? discuss. Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu! faites vous prest; car ce soldat icy est disposé tout Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, peasant, Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie pour l'amour de Dieu, me pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison: gardez ma vie, et je vous donneray deuz cents escus. 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 contre son jurement, de pardonner aucun prisonnier ; neantmoins, pour les escus que vous l'avez promis, il est content de vous donner la liberté, le franchisement. Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille remerciemens: et je m'estime heureux que je suis tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave, valiant, et tres distingué seigneur d'Angleterre. 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 (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 Pistol. 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 vessel makes the greatest sound. Bardolph, and Nym, 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 Ferpend my words, O signieur Dew, and mark O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox,5 Except, O signieur, thou do give to me Egregious ransom. ;-with a wooden dagger; and they are both hanged; Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde! ayez pitié de moy! Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty moys; Fr. Sol. Est il impossible d'eschapper la force de ton bras? Pist. Brass, cur! Thou damned and luxurious? mountain goat, Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy! Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys 8 Boy. Escoutez; Comment estes vous appellé ? Boy. He says, his name is--master Fer. Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk? him, and ferret him :-discuss the same in French unto him. Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and firk. Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat. Boy. I me commande de vous dire que vous (1) We are soldiers but coarsely dressed. (5) An old cant word for a sword, so called from a famous sword-cutler of the name of Fox. SCENE V-Another part of the field of battle. Con. O diable! Orl. O seigneur!-le jour est perdu, tout est perdu! Dau. Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes.-O meschante for tune! Do not run away. Con. [A short alarum. Why, all our ranks are broke. Dau. Operdurablel 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 his ransom? Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but shame! Let us die instant: Once more back again; His fairest daughter is contaminate. Gower: What call you the town's name where Gow. Alexander the great. Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now! Alexander the pig was born? Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the Let life be short; else, shame will be too long. [Exeunt 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 phrase is a little variations. Gow. I think, Alexander the great was born in Macedon; his father was called-Philip of Macedon, as I take it. Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where Alexander is porn. I tell you, captain,-If you look in the SCENE VI-Another part of the field.- ter, and others. 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. 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 so like 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 (God knows, and you know,) in his rages, and his furies, lie,||and his wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle? thrice, within I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting; Exe. In which array (brave soldier) doth he Suffolk first died; and York, all haggled over, And cries aloud,-Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk! K. Hen. || 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, Clytus. Gow. Our king is not like him in that: he never killed any of his friends. Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and finished. I speak but in the figures and comparisons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, being in his ales and his cups; so also Harry Monmouth, in right wits and his goot judgments, is turn away the fat knight with the great pelly-doublet: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks; I am forget his name. Gow. Sir John Falstaff. Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there is goot men porn at Monmouth. Gow. Here comes his majesty. Alarum. Enter King Henry, with a part of the K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to France If they will fight with us, bid them come down, Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have; Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the battle, have 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! Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain (2) Scour. (1) Reached. Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my liege. Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us❜d to be. No, great king: 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? K. Hen. Then call we this-the field of Agincourt, Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus. Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't please your majesty, and your great-uncle Edward the plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in France. K. Hen. They did, Fluellen. if Flu. Your majesty says very true: your majesties is remembered of it, the Welshman did goot service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps; which, your majesty knows, to this hour is an honourable padge of the service; and, I do believe, your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's day. K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour: 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 the 'orld: 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 Bring me just notice of the numbers dead [Points to Williams. Exe. Mont. and others. Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of one that I should fight withal, if he be alive. K. Hen. An Englishman? Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that swaggered with me last night: who, if 'a live, and ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to take him a box o'the 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,2 quite from the answer of his degree. Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath if he be perjured, see you now, his repu(1) Coward. (2) High rank. tation is as arrant a villain, and a Jack sauce, 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'st 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 literature in the wars. K. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier. [Exit. K. Hen. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for me, and stick it in thy cap: When Alençon and my self were down together, I plucked this glove from his helm: if any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alençon and an enemy to our person; if thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an thou dost love me. Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as can be desired 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 it. K. Hen. Knowest thou Gower? Flu. He is my dear friend, an please you. K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to my tent. [Exit. Flu. I will fetch him. K. Hen. My lord of Warwick,—and my brother Follow Fluellen closely at the heels: Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain. 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 glove? Flu. Know the glove? I know, the glove is glove. Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it. {Strikes him. Flu. 'Sblud, an arrant traitor, as any's in the universal 'orld, or in France, or in England. Goe. How now, sir? you villain! Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn? Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give treason his payment into plows, I warrant you. Will. I am no traitor. Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.-I charge you in his majesty's name, apprehend him; he's a friend of the duke Alençon's. Enter Warwick and Gloster. War. How now, how now! what's the matter? (3) For saucy Jack. Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be Got One hundred twenty-six: added to these, for it!) a most contagious treason come to light,Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen, look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Here is his majesty. Enter King Henry and Exeter. Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which, And gentlemen of blood and quality. 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 Alençon. 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 been as good as my word. Flu. Your majesty hear now (saving your majesty's manhood,) what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lowsy knave it is: I hope, your majesty is pear me testimony, and witness, and avouchments, that this is the glove of Alençon, that your majes-Beaumont, and Marle, Vaudemont, and Lestrale. ty is give me, in your conscience now. Here was a royal fellowship of death! John duke of Alençon; Antony duke of Brabant, K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier: Look, here|| Where is the number of our English dead? is 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 for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld. K. Hen. How canst thou make me satisfaction? Will. All offences, 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 appeared 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 offence; therefore, I beseech your highness, pardon me. K. Hen. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns, And give it to this fellow.-Keep it, fellow; 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 good silling, I warrant you, or I will change it. Enter an English Herald. K. Hen. Now, herald; are the dead number'd? Exe. Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the king: K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand That in the field lie slain of princes, in this And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead (1) An officer who walks first in processions. paper. [Herald presents another Exe. And be it death proclaimed through our host, Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell how many is killed? K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknow- Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot. ACT V. : Cho. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the sea, Which, like a mighty whiffler' 'fore the king, |