John Duke of Bourbon, and Lord Bouciqualt :
Of other lords and barons, knights and squires,
Full fifteen hundred, besides common men.

K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand French

That in the field lie slain of princes, in this

number,

And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
One hundred twenty-six: added to these,

Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen,
Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which,
Five hundred were but yesterday dubbed knights:
So that, in these ten thousand they have lost,
There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries;
The rest are princes, barons, lords, knights,
squires,

And gentlemen of blood and quality.

The names of those their nobles that lie dead:
Charles Delabret, high constable of France;
Jacques of Chatillon, admiral of France;

The master of the cross-bows, Lord Rambures ;
Great Master of France, the brave Sir Guiscard

Dauphin;

John Duke of Alençon; Anthony Duke of Bra

bant,

The brother to the Duke of Burgundy;

168

KING HENRY V.

And Edward Duke of Bar: of lusty earls,
Grandpré and Roussi, Fauconberg and Foix,
Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Lestrale.
Here was a royal fellowship of death!

Where is the number of our English dead!

[Herald presents another paper.

Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk,
Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam, esquire;

None else of name; and of all other men
But five and twenty.-O God, thy arm was here;
And not to us, but to thy arm alone,

Ascribe we all !-When, without stratagem,
But in plain shock and even play of battle,
Was ever known so great and little loss
On one part and on the other? Take it, God,
For it is only thine!

Exe.

"Tis wonderful!

K. Hen. Come, go we in procession 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 majesty, to tell how many is killed?

this acknow

That God fought for us.

Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot.

K. Hen. Do we all holy rites:

Let there be sung Non nobis and Te Deum

The dead with charity enclosed in clay,

We'll then to Calais; and to England then;

Where ne'er from France arrived more happy

men.

ACT V.

[Exeunt.

Enter Chorus.

Chor. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the

story,

That I may prompt them: and of such as have,
I humbly pray them to admit the excuse

Of time, of numbers, and due course of things,
Which cannot in their huge and proper life
Be here presented. Now we bear the king
Toward Calais grant him there; there seen,
Heave him away upon your winged thoughts
Athwart the sea. Behold, the English beach
Pales in the flood with men, with wives, and boys,
Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouthed

sea,

Which like a mighty whiffler 'fore the king
Seems to prepare his way so let him land,
And solemnly see him set on to London.
So swift a pace have thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Blackheath ;
Where that his lords desire him to have borne
His bruiséd helmet and his bended sword

Before him through the city : he forbids it,

Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride; Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent

Quite from himself to God.

But now behold,

In the quick forge and working-house of thought,
How London doth pour out her citizens !
The mayor, and all his brethren, in best sort,-
Like to the senators of th' antique Rome,
With the plebeians swarming at their heels,—
Go forth and fetch their conquering Cæsar in :
As, by a lower but loving likelihood,

Were now the general of our gracious empress,
As in good time he may, from Ireland coming,
Bringing rebellion broachéd on his sword,

How many would the peaceful city quit,

To welcome him! much more, and much more

cause,

Did they this Harry. Now in London place him;As yet the lamentation of the French

Invites the King of England's stay at home;
The emperor's coming in behalf of France
To order peace between them, and omit
All the occurrences, whatever chanced,
Till Harry's back-return again to France:
There must we bring him ; and myself have played
The interim, by remembering you-'tis past.
Then brook abridgment, and your eyes advance,
After your thoughts, straight back again to France.

[Exit.

SCENE I.-France. An English Court of Guard.

Enter FLUELLEN and GoWER.

Gow. Nay, that's right; but why wear you your leek to-day? Saint Davy's day is past.

Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things: I will tell you, as my friend, Captain Gower :-the rascally, scald, beggarly, lousy, pragging knave, Pistol,—which you and yourself 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 salt yesterday, look you, and pid me eat my leek: it was in a place where I could not preed no contention with him; but I will be so pold as to wear it in my cap