Will. 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. 'Sbud, an arrant traitor as any's in the univerfal orld, in France or in England. Gow. Hów now, Sir? you villain. Will. Do you think I'll be forfworn? Flu. Stand away, captain Gower, I will give treafon 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 Majefty's name apprehend him, he's a friend of the Duke of Alanfon's. Enter Warwick and Gloucefter. War. How now, how now, what's the matter? Flu. My Lord of Warwick, here is, praised be Got for it, a most contagious treafon come to light, look you, as you fhall defire in a fummer's day. Here is his Majesty. Enter King Henry and Exeter. K. Henry. How now, what's the matter? Flu. My Liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, look your Grace, has ftruck the glove which your Majefty is take out of the helmet of Alanfon. Will. My Liege, this was my glove, here is the fellow of it; and he that I gave it to in change, promis'd to wear it in his cap; I promis'd to ftrike 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 Majefty hear now, faving your Majefty's manhood, what an arrant, rafcally, peggarly, lowfie knave it is; I hope your Majefty is pear me teftimonies, and witneffes, and avouchments, that this is the glove of Alanfon that your Majefty is give me, in your confcience now. K. Henry. Give me thy glove, foldier; look, here is the fellow of it: 'twas me indeed thou promifed'ft to ftrike, and thou haft given me most bitter terms. Flu. An please your Majefty, let his neck anfwer for it, if there is any martial law in the orld. K. Henry. How canft thou make me fatisfaction? never came any from mine that might offend your Majefty. K. Henry. It was our felf thou didst abuse, Will. Your Majefty came not like your felf; you appear'd to me but as a common man; witness the night, your garments, your lowlinefs; and what your Highness fuffer'd under that shape, I beseech you, take it for your 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. Henry. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns, And give it to this fellow. Keep it, fellow, And wear it for an honour in thy cap. "Till I do challenge it. Give him the crowns: And, captain, you must needs be friends with him. Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in his pody; hold, there is twelve pence for you, and I pray you to serve Got, and keep you out of prawls and prabbles, and quarrels and diffenfions, and I warrant you it is the petter for you. Will. I will none of your mony. Flu. It is with a goot will; I can tell you it will ferve you to mend your fhoes; come, wherefore fhould you be fo pafhful? your fhoes is not fo goot; 'tis a goot filling, I warrant you, or I will change it. SCENE XVI. Enter Herald. K. Henry. Are the dead number'd? Her. Here is the number of the flaughter'd French. K. Henry. What prifoners of good fort are taken, uncle? Exe. Charles Duke of Orleans, nephew to the King; John Duke of Bourbon, and Lord Bouchiqualt: Of other Lords and Barons, Knights and 'Squires, Full fifteen hundred, befides common men. K. Henry. This note doth tell me of ten thousand French Slain in the field; of Princes in this number, And Nobles bearing banners, there lye dead This lift is copied from Hall. So that in thefe ten thousand they have loft, There are but fixteen hundred mercenaries: The reft are Princes, Barons, Lords, Knights, 'Squires, The names of thofe their Nobles that lye dead, The Mafter of the cross-bows, Lord Rambures; Great Mafter of France, the brave Sir Guichard Dauphin ; And Edward Duke of Bar: Of lufty Earls, Exe. Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk, Sir Richard Ketley, Davy Gam Efquire; None else of name; and of all other men, K. Henry. O God, thy arm was here! Exe. 'Tis wonderful! K. Henry. Come, go we in proceffion to the village: And be it death proclaimed through our host, To boast of this, or take that praise from God, Which is his only. Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your Majefty, to tell how many is kill'd? K. Henry. Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgment, That God fought for us. Flu. Yes, my confcience, he did us great goot. K. Henry. Do we all holy rites; Let there be fung Non nobis, and Te Deum And And then to Calais and to England then, Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men. [Exeunt. Enter Chorus. Cho. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story, Of time, of numbers, and the course of things, Be here prefented. Now we bear the King Quite from himself to God. But now behold, *Were now the General of our gracious Empress How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him! much more (and much more caufe) • The Earl of Effex, in the reign of Queen Elizaberk. In thought, the King of England's stay at home, The English Camp in France. Enter Fluellen and Gower. [Exit. Gow. to-day? St. David's day is paft. [AY, that's right; but why wear you your leek Flu. There is occafions and causes why and wherefore in all things; I will tell you as a friend, captain Gower; the rafcally, fcauld, peggarly, lowfie, pragging knave Piftol, which you and your felf and all the orld know to be no petter than a fellow (look you now) of no merits; he is come to me and prings me pread and falt yesterday, look you, and pid me eat my leek; it was in a place where I could preed no contentions with him; but I will be fo pold as to wear it in my cap 'till I fee hir once again, and then I will tell him a little piece of my defires. Enter Piftol. Gow. Why, here he comes, fwelling like a turky-cock. Flu. 'Tis no matter for his fwelling, nor his turky-cocks. Got pleffe you, Aunchient Piftol: you fcurvy lowfie knave, Got pleffe you! Pift. Ha! art thou bedlam? doft thou thirst, base Trojan, To have me fold up Parca's fatal web? Hence, I am qualmish at the smell of leek. Flu. I pefeech you heartily, fcurvy lowfie knave, at my defires and my requests and my petitions, to eat, look you, this leek, because, look you, you do not love it, and your affections and your appetites and your digeftions does not agree with it; I would defire you to eat it. Pift. Not for Cadwallader and all his goats. Flu. There is one goat for you, [Strikes bim. |