K. Henry. I blame you not;

For hearing this I muft perforce compound
With mistful eyes, or they will iffue too.
But hark, what new alarum is this fame ?

The French have re-inforc'd their scatter'd men:
Then every foldier kill his prisoners.

Give the word through.

SCENE XII.

[Alarum

[Exeunt.

Alarms continued; after which enter Fluellen and Gower. Flu. Kill the poyes and the luggage! 'tis exprefly against the law of arms; 'tis as arrant a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be defired in your confcience now, is it not? Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; and the cowardly rafcals that run away from the battel ha' done this flaughter: befides, they have burn'd or carried away all that was in the King's tent; wherefore the King moft worthily hath caus'd every foldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O'tis a gallant King!

Flu. I, he was porn at Monmouth, captain Gower; what call you the town's name where Alexander the pig was porn? Gow. Alexander the Great.

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, fave the phrafe 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 that you fall find in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the fituations, look you, is both alike. There is a river in Macedon, there is alfo 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 it is all one, 'tis as like as my fingers 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 alfo being a little intoxicates in his.

prains,

prains, did in his ales and his angers, look you, kill his peft 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 and finished. I fpeak but in figures and comparisons of it; as Alexander kill'd his friend Clytus being in his ales and his cups; fo also Harry Monmouth being in his right wits and his good judgments, turn'd away the fat Knight with the great pellydoublet; he was full of jefts and gypes, and knaveries, and mocks: I have forgot his name.

Gow, Sir John Falstaff.

Flu. That is he: I tell you there is goot men porn at Monmouth.

Gow. Here comes his Majefty.

S CEN E XIII.

Alarum. Enter King Henry with Bourbon and others prifoners, Lords and Attendants. Flourish.

K. Henry. I was not angry fince I came to France,
Until this inftant. 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 fight.
If they'll do neither, we will come to them,
And make them fker away, as swift as stones
Enforced from the old Affyrian flings:
Befides, we'll cut the throats of those we have,
And not a man of them that we fhall take
Shall tafte our mercy. Go and tell them fo.

Enter Mountjoy.

Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my Liege,
Glou. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be.
K. Henry. How now, what mean'ft thou, herald?
know'st thou not,

That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ranfom?
Com'ft thou again for ransom?

Mount. No, great King :

I come to thee for charitable licence

That we may wander o'er this bloody field,

To

To book our dead, and then to bury them :
To fort our Nobles from our common men;
For many of our Princes (woe the while!)
Lye drown'd and foak'd in mercenary blood:
So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs
In blood of Princes, while their wounded steeds
Fret fet-lock deep in gore, and with wild rage
Yerk out their armed heels at their dead mafters,
Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great King,
To view the field in fafety, and difpofe
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 horfemen peer
And gallop o'er the field.

Mount. The day is yours.

K. Henry. Praifed be God and not our strength for it! What is this caftle call'd that stands hard by?

Mount. They call it Agincourt.

K. Henry. Then call we this the field of Agincourt, Fought on the day of Crifpin Crifpianus.

Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't please: your Majefty, 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 Majefty fays very true! if your Majefties is remember'd of it, the Welshmen did good fervice in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps, which your Majefty knows to this hour is an honourable padge of the fervice; and I do believe your Majefty takes no fcorn to wear the leek upon St. Tavie's day. K. Henry. 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 plefs and preferve it as long as it pleases his Grace and his Majesty too!

K. Henry. Thanks, my good countryman,

Flu. By Chefbu, I am your Majefty's countryman, I care
VOL, V.

not

not who know it: I will confefs it to all the orld, I need not to be ashamed of your Majefty, praised be Göt, fo long as your Majefty is an honeft man.

K. Henry. God keep me fo!

Enter Williams.

Our heralds go with him,

Bring me juft notice of the numbers dead

[Exit Mounjoy.

On both our parts. Call yonder fellow hither.
SCENE XIV.

Exe. Soldier, you must come to the King.

K. Henry. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove in thy cap?

Will, An't pleafe your Majefty, 'tis the gage of one that I fhould fight withal, if he be alive.

K. Henry. An Englishman?

Will. An't please your Majefty, a rafcal that fwagger'd with me laft night, who if alive, and if ever he dare to challenge this glove, I have fworn to take him a box o'th' ear; or if I can fee my glove in his cap, which he swore as he was a foldier he would wear, (if alive) I will strike it out foundly.

K. Henry. What think you, captain Fluellen, is it fit this foldier keep his oath?

Flu. He is a craven and a villain elfe, an't please your Majefty, in my conscience.

K. Henry. It may be his enemy is a gentleman of great fort, quite from the anfwer of his degree.

Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is neceffary, look your Grace, that he keep his vow and his oath: if he be perjur'd, fee you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain and a jackfawce, as ever his plack fhoe trod upon Got's ground and his earth, in my confcience law.

K. Henry. Then keep thy vow, firrah, when thou meet'ft the fellow,

Will. So I will, my Liege, as I live.

K. Henry. Who ferv'ft thou under?
Will. Under captain Gower, my Liege.

Flu. Gorver is a goot captain, and is goot knowledge and literature in the wars.

K, Henry

K. Henry. Call him hither to me, foldier.

Will. I will, my Liege.

[Exit.

K. Henry. Here, Fluellen, wear thou this favour for me, and ftick it in thy cap; when Alanfon and my self were down together, pluck'd this glove from his helm; if any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alanfon and an enemy to our perfon; if thou encounter any fuch apprehend him if thou doft love me.

Flu. Your Grace does me as great honours as can be defir'd in the hearts of his fubjects: I would fain fee the man that has but two legs that fhall find himself aggriev'd at this glove: that is all; but I would fain fee it once, an please God of his Grace that I might fee.

K. Henry. Know'st thou Gower?

Flu. He is my dear friend, an please you.

K. Henry, Pray thee, go feek him and bring him to my

tent.

Flu. I will fetch him.

[Exit.

K. Henry. My Lord of Warwick and my brother Glofter, Follow Fluellen closely at the heels:

The glove which I have given him for a favour
May haply purchase him a box o'th' ear.

It is the foldier's; I by bargain fhould

Wear it my self. Follow, good coufin Warwick:
If that the foldier ftrike him, as I judge

By his blunt bearing he will keep his word;
Some fudden 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 fee there be no harm between them.

Come you with me, uncle of Exeter.

[Exeunt.

SCENE XV. Before King Henry's Pavilion.
Enter Gower and Williams.

Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain.
Enter Fluellen.

Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I pefeech you now come apace to the King: there is more goot toward you peradventure, than is in your knowledge to dream of.

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