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S C E N E III. The English Camp.
Enter Gloster, Bedford, Ereter, Erpingham, with all the English Host; Salisbury,an
Glo. Where is the king? s Bed. The king himself is rode to view their
battle. west. Of fighting men they have full threescore thousand, - [fresh.
Ere. There's five to one; besides, they all are Sal. God's armstrikewith 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, Mydear lordGloster—and my good lord.Exeter, And my kindkinsman,—warriors all, adieu! Bed. Farewel, good Salisbury; and good luck go with thee! Ere. to Sal. Farewell, kind lord! fight valiantly to-day: And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it, For thou are fram'd of the firm truth of valour. [Erit Salisbury. Bed. He is as full of valour as of kindness; Princely in both. Enter King Henry. Hoest. O, that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England,
That do no work to-day ! 30
K. Henry. 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 notaman 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 wishone more: Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my That he which hath nostomach to this fight, [host, 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 called—the feast of Crispian: He, that out-lives this day, and comes safe home, Will standa-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 shew his scars.
day shall advance him to the rank of a gentleman.
dition. Mm 2
Qld men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
60 *The battle of Agincourt was fought upon the 25th of October, St. Crispin's day.
While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him.
A many of our bodies shall, no doubt,
Thou never shalt hear herald any more. [Erit.
S C E N E IV. The Field of Battle.
Alarum, excursions. Enter Pistol, French Soldier, and Boy. Pist. Yield, cur. Fr. Sol. Jepense, que cous estes legentilhomm de bonne qualité. Pist. Quality, call you me?—Construeme, art thou a gentleman? What is thy name? discuss. 55
Fr. Sol. Oseigneur Dieu ! Pist. O, signieur Dew should be agentleman:Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and mark;O signieur Dew, thou dy'st on point of fox", Except, O signieur, thou do give to me Egregious ransom. Fr. Sol. O, prenne: misericordel ayez pitié de moy' Pist. Moyshall not serve, I willhave fortymoys; For I will fetch thy rim' out at thy throat, In drops of crimson blood. Fr. Sol. Est-il impossible d'eschapper la force de ton bras P Pist. Brass, cur: Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat, Offer'st me brass? Fr. Sol. 0, pardonne: moi! Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys"? -Come hither, boy; Askme this slave in French, What is his name. Boy. Escoutez; Comment estes rous appellé 7 Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer. Boy. He says, his name is—master Fer. Pist. Master Fer! I’ll fer him, and firko him,
him. Boy. I do not know the French for ser, and ferret, and firk. Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat. Fr. Sol. 2ue dit-il, monsieur P Boy. It me commande de vous dire que, rous rous temic: }. car ce soldat icy est disposé tout à cette heure de couper costre gorge. Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant,
Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword. Fr.Sol. O, jerous supplie, pour l'amour de Dieu, me pardonner! Jesuis gentilhomme de bonne maison; gardez ma vie, & je cous donneray deur Pist. What are his words? [cents escus. 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. Tels him, my sury shall abate, and I. The crowns will take. Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il P Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de ardonner aucun prisonnier; meantmoins, pour so escus que vous love: promottez, ilest content de vous donner la liberté, le franchisement. Fr. Sol. Sur mes genour je vous donne mille remercimens: 3 je m'estime heureur gue jesuis tombéentre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave, caliant, & tres distingué seigneur
Pist. Expound unto me, boy. [d'Angleterre.
' ' Mr. Steevens observes, that by this phrase, however uncouth, Shakspeare seems to mean the same as in the preceding line. . Mortality is death. Relapse may be used for rebound. Shakspeare has given mind of honour, for honourahlemind; and by the same rule mightwrite relapse of mortality, for fatal or mortal rebound; or by relapse of mortality, he may mean—after they had relapsed into
finanimation. . . i. e. golden show, superficial j sword. “The rim means what is now calle midriffin beasts.
ilding. Obsolete. the diaphragm in human creatures, and the skirt or * Moys is apiece of money; whence moi d'or, or moi of gold.
* For is an old cant word for a
“To firk is used
in a variety of senses by different old authors: in this place it would seem to mean, to chastise.
Bay. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand thanks; and esteems himself happy that he hath fallen into the hands of one (as ire thinks), the most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of England. Paso. As I suck blood, I will some mercy shew. —Follow me, cur. Boy. Quive: rous le grand capitaine. [Ext. Pistol, and French Soldier. I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true, The empty vesselmakes the greatest sound. Bardolph, and Nym, had ten times more valour than this roaring devil' i' the old play, that every one may are his nails with a wooden dagger; yet they are th hang'd; and so would this be, if he durst steal anything advent’rously. I must stay with the lacqueys, with the luggage of our camp: the French might have a good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none to guard it, but o, Erit.
S C E N E V. Another part of the field of Battle. Enter Colstable, Orleans, Bourbon, Dauphin, and Rambures. Con. O diable [perdu ! Orl. Oseigneur —le jour est perdu, tout est Dau. Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes.— [...! short alarm. O mischante fortune 1–Do not run away. Con. Why, all our ranks are broke. Pau. Operdurable shame!—let’sstab oilrselves. Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for Ort. 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; And he that will not follow Bourbon now, Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand, Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door, Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog, His fairest daughter is contaminated. Con. Disorder,that hathspoiledus,friendusnow! Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives Unto these English, or else die with fame. Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, To smother up the English in our throngs, If any order might be thought upon. [throng; Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the Let life be short; else shame will be too long. [Excunt.
S C E N E VI. Asarum. Enter King Henry and his Train, with Prisoners. K. Henry. Well have we done, thrice-valiant countrymen: - Butall's not done, yet keep the French the field.
Ere. The duke of York commends him to your
! saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting; From helmet to the spur, all blood he was.
Boo. In which array (brave soldier) doth helie, Jarding the plain ; and by his bloody side (Yoak-sellow to his honour-owing wounds,) The noble earl of Suffolk also lies. Suffolk lirst dy'd; and York, all haggled over, Çomes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd, And takes him by the beard; kisses the gashes, That bloodily did yawn upon his face; And cries aloud-Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk 1 J// soul shall thine keep company to heaven: Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly a-breast; als, in this glorious and well-foughtenfield, lse kept together in our chivalry. pon these words. I came, and cheer'd him up: He simild me in the face, raught me in his hand, And, with a feeble gripe, says, Dear my lord, Commend my service to my sovereign. So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck He threw his wounded arm, and kiss d his lips; And so, espous’d to death, with blood he seal’d A testament of noble-ending love. The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd Those watersfrom me, which Iwould havestopp'd; But I had not so much of man in me, But all my inother caume into mine eyes, And gave me up to tears. , A. Henry. I blame you not; For, hearing this, I must perforce compound With mistful eyes, or they will issue too.--Alarum. But, hark! what new alărum is this same:!he French have reinforc'd their scatter'd men:Then every soldier kill his prisoners; Give the word through. S C E N E VII.
Alarums continued; after which, enter Fluellen and Gower,
Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis expressly against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be of. fer'd, in the 'orld: In your conscience now, is it not r
Goto. "Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; and the cowardly rascals, that ran away from the battle, have done this slaughter: besides, they have burn'd or carried away all that was in the king's tent; wherefore the king, most worthily, has oaus'd every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat.
Flu. I, he was porn at Monmouth, captain Gower: What call you the town's name, where Alexander the pig was born?
Gow. Alexander the Great.
Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? the
• Dr. Johnson on this passage observes, that in modern puppet-shows, which seem to be copied from
the old farces, Punch sometimes fights the Devil, and always overcoines him.
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 maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the 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 call'd 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 (Got knows, and you know) in his rages, and his furies, and his wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and 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 kill'd any of his friends. Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take the tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and finish'd. I speak but in figures and comparisons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, being in his ales and his cups; so also Harry Monmouth, being in his right wits and his goot judgments, is turn away the fat knight with the great pelly-doublet: he was full of jests, and gypes, and knaveries, and mocks; I am forget his Ilaint. Gow. Sir John Falstaff. Flu. That is he I tell you, there is goot men porn at Monmouth. Gow. IIere comes his majesty.
Alarum. Enter King Henry, J/arwick, Gloster, Exeter, cyc. Flourish.
X. Henry. I was not angry since I came to France, Until this instant.—Take a trumpet, herald; Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill: If they will fight with us, bid them come down, Or void the field; they do offend our sight: If they'll do neither, we will come to them; And make them skir’ away, as swift as stones Enforced from the old Assyrian slings: Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have; And not a man of them, that we shall take, Shall taste our mercy:—Go, and tell them so. Enter Afontjoy. Ere. Here comes the herald of the French, my liege. Glo. His §, are humbler than they us'd to be, K. Henry. How now! what means their herald : Know'st thou not,
That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ransom * Com'st thou again for ransom * Mont. No, great king: I come to thee for charitable licence, That we may wander o'er the bloody field, To book our dead, and then to bury them ; To sort our nobles from our common men; For many of our princes (woe the while !) Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary” blood: So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs In blood of princes; while their wounded steeds Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild rage, Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters, Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king, To view the field in safety, and dispose Of their dead bodies. K. Henry. I tell thee truly, herald, I know not, if the day be ours, or no; For yet a many of your horsemen peer, And gallop o'er the field. Mont. The day is yours. K. Henry. Praised be God, and not our strength, for it!— What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by ? Mont. They call it—Agincourt. [court, K. Henry. Then call we this—the field of AginFought 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. Henry. They did, Fluellen. Flu, Your majesty says very true: If your majesties is remember'd of it, the Welchmen 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 majest takes no scorn to wear the leek upon saint Tavy's day, K. Henry. I wear it for a memorable honour: For I am Welch, 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 and preserve it, as long as it pleases his grace and his majesty too! K. Henry. 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 be ashamed of your majesty, praised be Got, so long as your majesty is an honest man. K. Henry. God keep me so!—Our heralds go with him: Enter IWilliams. Bring me just notice of the numbers dead On both our parts. Call yonder fellow hither. [Eveunt Montjoy and others. Ere. Soldier, you must come to the king. K 1/enry. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove in thy cap?
"See note ’, p. 384. Mercenary here means common or hired blood. The gentlemen of the army
served at their own charge, in consequence of their
tenures, l Will,
Hill. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of one that I should fight withal, if he be alive. A. Henry. An Englishmah? Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that swaggered with me last night: who, if 'a live, and it 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. Henry. 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. A. Henry. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman of great sort', quite from the answer of his deee*. 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 perjur’d, see you now, his re putation 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. Henry. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meet'st the fellow. st ill. So I will, my liege, as I live. K. Henry. Who servest thou under * is ill. Under Captain Gower, my liege. Piu. Gower is a goot captain; and is goot knowledge and literature in the wars. A. Henry. Call him hither to me, soldier. Hill. I will, my liege. [Erit. K. Henry. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for me, and stick it in thy cap: When Alençon and myself were down together, I pluck'd this glove from his helm: if any man chalienge this, he is a friend to Alençon, and an enemy to our per
son; if thou encounter any such, apprehend him,
as thou dost love me. Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as can be desired in the hearts of his subj, cts: I would fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall find himself aggrief'd at this glove, that is all; but I would tain see it once; an please Got of hisgrace, that I might see it. K. Henry. Know'st thou Gower? Fu. He is my dear friend, an please you. . K. Henry. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to my tent. Flu. I will fetch him. - [Erit. K. Henry. My lord of Warwick,-and my brother Gloster, Follow Fluellen closely at the heels: The glove, which I have given him for a favour, May, haply, purchase him a box o' the ear: It is the soldier's; I, by bargain, should Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick: If that the soldier strike him, (as, I judge
Some sudden mischief may arise of it; For I do know Fluellen valiant, And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder, And quickly he'll return an injury: Follow, and see there be no harm betweenthem.— Go you with me, uncle of Exeter. [Ereunt. S C E N E VIII. Bofore King Henry's Pavillion. Enter Gower and Williams. hill. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain. Enter I'luellen. Fu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I pe. seech you now, come apace to the king: there is inore goot toward you, paradventure, than is in your knowledge to dream of. hill. Sir, know you this glove? Flu. Know the glove? I know, the glove is a 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. Gow. How now, sir?...you villain // ill. Do you think I’ll be forsworn? Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give treason his payment into plows', I warrant you. hill. 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 l'arwick, and Gloster. h'ar. How now, how now! what's the matter? Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be Got for it) a most contagious treason come to light, look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Here is his majesty. Enter. King Henry, and Ereter. K. Henry. 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. h'il. My liege, this is my glove; here is the fellow of it: and he, that I give it to in change, promis'd to wear it in his cap; I promis'd to strike him, if he did: I met this man with my o in his cap, and I have been as good as my word. Flu. Your majesty hear now, (saving your majesty's manhood) what anarrant,rascally, peggarly, lowsy knave it is: I hope, your majesty is pear me testimonies, and witnesses, and avouchments, that this is the glove of Alençon, that your majesty is give me, in your conscience now. K. Henry, Give methy"glove, soldier; Look, here is the fellow of it. "Twas I, indeed, thou promisedst to strike; and thou hast given me most bitter terms. Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck ah
By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word)
to a challenge from one of the soldier's low degree.
60lswer for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld.
2 Meaning, a man of such station as is not bound to hazard his person to answer
for of the soldier's glove the king had not the fellow.