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Erp. I shall do't, my lord.

[Exit. To purge this field of such a hilding* foe; K. Hen. () God of battles! steel my soldiers' Though we, upon this mountain's basis by hearts !

(now Took stand' for idle speculation : Possess them not with fear; take from them 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, 0 And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound Lord,

The tucket-sonuance, and the note to mount: O not to-day, think not upon the fault For our approach shall so much dare the field, My father made in compassing the crown? That England shall couch down in fear, and I Richard's body have interred new;

And on it have bestow'd more contríte tears,
Than from it issued forced drops of blood.

Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,
Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up

Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones,

France ? built Two chantries, where the sad and solemn 1-favour'dly become the morning field: Sing still for Richard's soul. More will 1 do: Their ragged curtainst 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. Enter GLOSTER.

Their horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks,

With torch-staves in their hand: and their poor Glo. My liege! K. Hen. My brother Gloster's voice !--Ay;



Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and I know thy errand, I will go with thee:The day, my friends, and all things stay for The gum down-roping from their pale-dead

[Exeunt. And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit

Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionSCENE (I.The French Camp.

less; Enter DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, RAMBURES, and And their executors, the knavish crows, others.

Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour.

Description cannot suit itself in words, Orl. The sun doth gild our armour; up, my To demonstrate the life of such a battle lords.

In life so lifeless as it shows itself. Dau. Montez a cheval :--My horse! valet ! Con. They have said their prayers, and they lacquay! ha!

stay for death. Orl. O brave spirit!

Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and Dau. Via!*-les eaux et le terre

fresh suits, Orl. Rien puis ? l'air et le feu

And give their fasting horses provender,
Dau. Ciel! cousin Orleans.

And after fight with them?
Enter Constable.

Con. I stay but for my guard; On, to the field:

I will the banner from a trumpet take, Now, my lord Constable!

And use it for my haste. Come, come away! Con. Hark, how our steeds for present ser- The sun is high, and we outwear the day. vice neigh.

[ Exeunt. Dau. Mount them, and make incision in their hides;

SCENE III.-The English Camp. That their hot'blood may spin in English eyes, Enter the English Host; GLOSTER, BEDFORD, And doutt them with superfluous courage : Ha!

Exeter, SALISBURY, and WESTMORELAND. Ram. What, will you have them weep our Glo. Where is the king ? horses' blood ?

Bed. The king himself is rode to view their How shall we then behold their natural tears?

battle, Enter a MESSENGER.

West. Of fighting men they have full three

score thousand. Mess. The English are embattled, you French Ere. There's five to one; besides, they all peers.

are fresh. Con, To horse, you gallant princes! straight Sal. God's arm strike with us ! 'tis a fearful to borse!

odds. Do but behold yon poor and starved band, God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge: And your fair show shall suck away their sonls, If we no more meet, till we meet in heaven, Leaving them but the shales and husks of men. Then, joyfully, --my noble lord of Bedford, There is not work enough for all our hands; My dear lord Gloster,-and my good lord ÉxScarce blood enough in all their sickly veins,

eter, To give each naked curtle-ax a stain, And my kind kinsman,-warriors all, adieu ! That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury ; and good And sheath for lack of sport: let us but blow

luck go with thee! on them,

Exe. Farewell, kind lord ; fight valiantly toThe vapour of our valour will o'erturn thenı.

day: 'Tis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords, And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it, That our superfluous lackeys, and our pea. For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valo:y. Who, in unnecessary action, swarm [sants,

[Exit SALISBURY. About our squares of battle,-were enough

* Mean, despicable. * An old encouraging exclamation.

+ The name of an introductory flourish on the trumpet. + Do them out, extinguish ther.

i Colours.


poor bodies


Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness; K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from Princely in both.

England, consin ? West. O that we now had here

West. God's will, my liege, 'would you and

I alone,
Enter King HENRY.

Without more help, might fight this battle out! But one ten thousand of those men in England, K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five That do no work to-day!

thousand men; K. Hen, What's he, that wishes so?

Which likes me better, than to wish us one.My cousin Westmoreland ?—No, my fair cou- You know your places: God be with you all! If we are mark'd to die, we are enough (sin:

Tucket.-Enter MONTJOY. To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man

king Harry, By Jove, I am not covetous for gold: (more. If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, Not care I, who doth feed upon my cost; Before thy most assured overthrow: It yearns* me not, if men my garments wear; For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf, Such outward things dwell not in my desires: Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in But, if it be a sin to covet honour,

mercy, I am the most offending soul alive. [land: The Constable desires thee—thou wilt mind No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from Eng. Thy followers of repentance; that their souls God's peace! I would not lose so great an May make a peaceful and a sweet retire honour,

[me, From off these fields, where (wretches) their As one man more, methinks, would share from For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one Must lie and fester.

(host, K. Hen. Who hath sent thee now? Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my Mont. The Constable of France. That he, which hath no stomach to this fight, K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer Let him depart; his passport shall be made,

back; And crowns for convoy put into bis purse: Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. We would not die in that man's company, Good God! why should they mock poor felThat fears his fellowship to die with us.

lows thus? This day is call'd—the feast of Crispian :

The man that once did sell the lion's skin He, that outlives this day, and comes safe While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunt. home,

ing him. Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, A many of our bodies shall, no doubt, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. Find native graves; upon the which I trust, He, that shall live this day, and see old age, Shall witness live in brasst of this day's work: Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends, And those that leave their valiant bones in And say-to-morrow is Saint Crispian :

France, Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his Dying like men, though buried in your dung. scars,

hills, And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day. They shall be fam'd; for there the sun shall Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,

greet them, But he'll remember, with advantages,

And draw their bonours reeking up to heaven; What feats he did that day: Then shall our Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime, names,

The smell whereof shall breed a plague in Familiar in their mouths as household words,-

France. Harry the king, Bedforil, and Exeter, Mark then a bounding valour in our English; Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,- That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing, Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd:

Break out into a second course of mischief, This story shall the good man teach his son; Killing in relapse of mortality. And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, Let me speak prondly ;-Tell the Constable, From this day to the ending of the world, We are but warriors for the working-day:I. But we in it shall he remembered :

Our gayness, and our gilt,ş are all besmirch'di We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; There's not a piece of feather in our host,

With rainy marching in the painful field; For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me, Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, (Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly,) This day shall gentle his condition :t

And time hath worn us into slovenry: And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim: Shall think themselves accurs'd, they were not And my poor soldiers tell me—yet ere night here;

[speaks, They'll be in fresher robes; or they will pluck And hold their manhoods cheap, while any The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' 'That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.


And turn them out of service. If they do this, Enter SALISBURY.

(As, if God please, they shall,) my ransom Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with

then speed:

Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy laThe French are bravely in their battles set, And will with all expedience charge on us. Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald; K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds They shall have none, I swear, but these my

joints: West. Perish the man, whose mind is back. Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them, ward now!

Shall yield them little, tell the Constable. Grieves.

* Remind. +I. e. This day sball advance him to the rank of a gen- + 1. e. In brazen plates anciently let into tomb-stones. tleman.

We are soldiers but coarsely dressed.
$ Gallantly,
Golden shows, superficial gilding.

|| Soileda


be so.


Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee Pist. Tell him,-my fury shall abate, and I well:

The crowns will take. Thon never shalt hear herald any more. (Exit. Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il ? K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurenient, de for ransom.

pardonner aucun prisonnier; neantmoins, pour Enter the Duke of YORK.

les escus que vous l'avez promis, il est content de

rous donner la liberté, le frunchisement. York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I Fr. Soi. Sur mes genour, je vous donne mille The leading of the vaward.*

[beg remerciemens: et je m'estime heureux que je suis K. Hen. "Take it, brave York. Now, sol- tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le diers, march away :

plus brave, valiant, et tres distingué seigneur And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day! d'Angleterre.

[Exeunt. Pist. Expound unto me, boy.

Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thouSCENE IV.-The Field of Battle. sand thanks: and he esteems himself happy Alarums : Excursions. Enter French SOLDIER, that he hath fallen into the hands of (as he Pistol, and Boy.

thinks) the most brave, valorous, and thrice

worthy signieur of England. Pist. Yield, cur.

Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous'estes le gentilhomme bonne qualité.

Follow me, cur. Pist. Quality, call you me?-Construe me,

[Exit Pistol.

Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine. art thou a gentleman? What is thy name?

[Exit FRENCH SOLDIER. discuss.

I did never know so full a voice issue from so Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu! Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a gentle- empty vessel makes the greatest sound. Bar

empty a heart: but the saying is true,-The

{mark; Perpend my words, o signieur Dew, and than this roaring devil i'the old play, that every

dolph, and Nym, had ten times more valour O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox,t

one may pare his nails with a wooden dagger; Except, O signieur, thou do give to me

and they are both hanged; and so would this Egregious ransom. Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde ! ayez pitié de I must stay with the lackeys, with the luggage

be, if he durst steal any thing adventurously. moy! Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none

of our camp: the French might have a good moys; to guard it, but boys.

(Exit. For I will fetch thy rimt out at thy throat, In drops of crimson blood. Fr. Sol. Est il impossible d'eschapper la force

SCENE V.-Another part of the Field of de ton bras ?

Battle. Pist. Brass, cur!

Alarums. Enter Dauphin, ORLEANS, BOURBON, Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat,

Offer'st me brass ?
Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy!

Con. O diable ? Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of Orl. O seigneur !-le jour est perdu, tout est moys?||

perdu! Come hither, böy; Ask me this slave in French, Dau. Mort de mu rie! all is confounded, all ! What is his name.

Reproach and everlasting shame Boy. Escoutez ; Comment estes vous appellé ? Sits mocking in our plumes.-0 meschante forFr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer.

tune! Boy. He says, his name is--master Fer.

Do not run away.

[A short Alarum. Pist. Master Fer! l'll fer him, and firk Con. Why, all our ranks are broke. him, and ferret him :-discuss the same in Duu. O perdurable* shame!-let's stab ourFrench unto him.


[for? Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and Be these the wretches that we play'd at 'dice serret, and firk.

Ort. Is this the king we sent to for his ranPist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his

som? throat.

Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur ?

but shame! Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous Let us die instant. Once more back again; faites vous prest; car de soldat icy est disposé tout And he that will not follow Bourbon now, a cette heure de couper vostre gorge.

Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand, Pist. Quy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant, Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door, Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns; Whilst by a slave, po gentler than my dog, Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword. His fairest daughter is contaminate.

Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie pour l'amour de Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend Dieu, me pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de

us now! bonne maison : gardez ma vie, et je vous donneray | Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives deux cents escus.

Unto these English, or else die with fame. Pist. What are his words?

Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a To smother up the English in our throngs, gentleman of a good house; and, for his ran- If any order might be thought upon. som, he will give you two hundred crowns. Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the

throng; • Vanguard. + An old cant word for a sword, so called from a famous Let life be short; else, shame will be too long.

[Exeunt. sword cutler of the name of Fox. The diaphragm.

$ Lascivious. # Pieces of money.

* Lasting +1.e. Who has no more gentility.

i Chastise.

SCENE VI.--Another part of the Field. Gow. I think, Alexander the great was born Alurums. Enter King HENRY and Forces;

in Macedon; his father was called-Philip of

Macedon, as I take it.
Exeter, and others.

Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where Alex. K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant ander is porn. I tell you, captain,-If you look countrymen:

in the maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall Butall's not done, yet keep the French the field. find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Ere. The duke of York commends him to Monmouth, that the situations, look you, is your majesty.

both alike. There is a river in Macedon; and K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle? thrice, with there is also moreover a river at Monmouth: in this hour,

it is called Wye, at Monmouth: but it is out I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting; of my prains, what is the name of the other From helmet to the spur, all blood he was.

river; but 'tis all one, 'tis so like as my fingers Exe. In which array, (brave soldier,) doth is to my fingers, and there is salmons in he lie,

both. If you mark Alexander's life well, Larding the plain: and by his bloody side, Harry of Monmouth's life is come after it (Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,)

indifferent well; for there is figures in all The noble earl of Suffolk also ljes.

things. Alexander (God knows, and you Suffolk first died, and York, all haggled over,

know,) in his rages, and his furies, and his Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd, wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and And takes hin by the beard; kisses the gashes, his displeasures, and his indignations, and That bloodily did yawn upon his face; also being a little intoxicates in his prains, And cries aloud.— Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk !

did, in his ales and his angers, look you, kill My soul shall thine keep company to heaven :

his pest friend, Clytus. Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly a-breast; Gow. Our king is not like him in that; he As, in this glorious and well-foughten field, never killed any of his friends. We kept together in our chivalry!

Flu. Is it not well done, mark you now, to Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up: take tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an He smil'd me in the face, raught* me his hand, end and finished. I speak but in the figures And, with a feeble gripe, says,- Dear my lord, and comparisons of it: As Alexander is kill Commend my service to my sovereign.

his friend Clytus, being in his ales and his So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck cups; so also Harry Monmouth, being in right He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips; wits and his goot judgements, is turn away the And so, espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd fat knight with the great pelly-doublet: be A testament of noble-ending love.

was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd and mocks; I am forget his name. Those waters from me, which I would have Gow. Sir John Falstaff. stopp'd;

Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there But I had not so much of man in me,

goot men born at Monmouth. But all my mother came into mine eyes,

Gow. Here comes bis majesty.
And gave me up to tears.
K. Hen. I blame you not ;

Alarum. Enter King Henry, with a part of the For, hearing this, I must perforce compound

English Forces; WARWICK, Gloster, ExWith wistful eyes, or they will issue too.

ETER, and others. [Alurum.

K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to But, hark! what new alarum is this same?

France The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd

Until this instant.-Take a trumpet, herald;

Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill; Then every soldier kill his prisoners;

If they will fight with us, bid them come down, Give the word through.


Or void the field; they do offend our sight:

If they'll do neither, we will come to them; SCENE VII.-- Another part of the Field.

And make them skirr away as swift as stones

Enforced from the old Assyrian slings: Alarums. Enter FLUELLEN and Gower.

Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis

have; expressly against the law of arms: 'tis as ar- And not a man of them, that we shall take, rant a piece of kravery, mark you now, as can Shall taste our mercy :-Go, and tell them so. be offered, in the 'orld: In your conscience

Enter MONTJOY. now, is it not ? Gów. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left

Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, alive; and the cowardly rascals, that ran from my liege. the battle, have done this slaughter: besides,

Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us'd they have burned and carried away all that

to be. was in the king's tent; wherefore the king, K. Hen. How now, what means this, berald: most worthily, hath caused every soldier to

kpow'st thou not, cut his prisoner's throat. 0, 'tis a gallant That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ranking!

Com'st thou again for ransom ? Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain

Mont. No, great king: Gower : What call you the town's name, That we may wander o'er this bloody field,

I come to thee for charitable license, where Alexander the pig was born ? Gow. Alexander the great.

To book our dead, and then to bury them; Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? The To-sort our nobles from our common men; pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, For many of our princes (woe the while!) or the magnanimous, are all one reckonings, Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood; save the phrase is a little variations.

(So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs

men :


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In blood of princes;) and their wounded steeds it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild his vow and his oath: if he be perjured, see rage,

[ters, you now, his reputation is as arrani a villain, Yerk out their armed heels at their dead mas- and a Jack-sauce, as ever his plack shoe trod Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great upon Got's ground and his earth, in my conking,

science, la. To view the field in safety, and dispose, K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when Of their dead bodies.

thou meet'st the fellow. K. Hen. I tell thee truly, herald,

Will. So I will, my liege, as I live. I know not, if the day be ours, or no;

K. Hen. Who servest thou under? For yet a many of your horsemen peer,

Will. Under captain Gower, my liege. And gallop o'er the field.

Flu. Gower is a goot captain; and is good Mont. The day is yours.

knowledge and literature in the wars. K. Hen. Praised be God, and not our K. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier. strength, for it!

Will. I will, my liege.

[Exit. What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by? K. Hen. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this faMont. They call it-Agincourt.

vour for me, and stick it in thy cap: When K. Hen. Then call we this—the field of Agin- Alençon and myself were down together, I court,

plucked this glove from his helm: if any man Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus. challenge this, he is a friend to Alençon and

Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an enemy to our person; if thou encounter any an't please your majesty, and your great-uncle such, apprehend him, an thou dost love me. Edward the plack prince of Wales, as I have Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, read in the chronicles, fought a most prave as can be desired in the hearts of his subjects: pattle here in France.

I would sain see the man, that has but two K. Hen. They did, Fluellen.

legs, that shall find himself aggriefed at this Flu. Your majesty says very true: If your glove, that is all; but I would fain see it majesties is remembered of it, the Welshman once; an please Got of his grace, that I might did goot service in a garden where leeks did

see it. grow, wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps; K. Hen. Knowest thou Gower? which, your majesty knows, to this hour is an Flu. He is my dear friend, an please you. honourable padge of the service; and, I do be- K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek hím, and bring lieve, your majesty takes no scorn to wear the him to my tent. leek upon Saint Tavy's day.

Flu. I will fetch him.

[Exit. K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour: K. Hen. My lord of Warwick,-and my broFor I am Welsh, you know, good countryman.

ther Gloster, Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your Follow Fluellen closely at the heels: (vour, majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can The glove, which I have given him for a fatell you that: Got pless it and preserve it, as May,

haply, purchase him a box o’the ear; long as it pleases his grace, and his majesty. It is the soldier's; I, by bargain, should too!

Wear it myself.' Follow, good cousin WarK. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman.

wick: Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's coun- If that the soldier strike him, (as, I judge tryman, I care not who know it; I will confess By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word,) it to all the 'orld: I need not to be ashamed of Some sudden mischief may arise of it; your majesty, praised be God, so long as your For I do know Fluellen valiant, majesty is an honest man.

And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder, K. Hen. God keep me so !-Our heralds go And quickly will return an injury: with him;

Follow, and see there be no harm between Bring me just notice of the numbers dead

them.On both our parts.-Call yonder fellow hither. Go you with me, uncle of Exeter. (Exeunt. [Points to WILLIAMS. [E.reunt MONTJOY and others.

SCENE VIII.-Before King HENRY's PaviExe. Soldier, you must come to the king.

lion. K. Hen. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove

Enter Gower and WILLIAMS. in thy cap? Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage

Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain. of one that I should fight withal, if he be alive.

Enter FLUELLEN. K. Hen. An Euglishman?

Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I that swaggered with me last night: who, if 'a peseech you now, come apace to the king: live, and ever dare to challenge this glove, I there is more goot toward you, peradventure, have sworn to take him a box o’the ear: or, if than is in your knowledge to dream of. I can see my glove in his cap, (which he swore, Will. Sir, know you this glove? as he was a soldier, be would wear, if alive,) Flu. Know the glove? I know, the glove is a I will strike it out soundly.

glove. K. Blen. Wbat think you, captain Flnellen? Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it. is it fit this soldier keep his oath?

[Strikes him. Flu. He is a craven and a villain else, an't Flu. 'Sblnd, an arrant traitor, as any's in the please your majesty, in my conscience. universal 'orld, or in France, or in England.

K. Hen. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman Gow. How now, Sir? you villain !
of great sort,t quite from the answer of his de- Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn?

Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as give treason his payment into plows, I warrant the tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, you. + High rank.

* For savcy Jack.


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