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K. Hen. If I live to see it, I will never trust his Who, with a body fill'd, and vacant mind,
word after,

Gets him to rest, cramm’d with distressful bread;
Will. 'Mass, you'll pay him then! That's a peri- Never sees horrid night, the child of hell;
Jous shot out of an elder gun, that a poor and pri- But, like a lackey, from the rise to set,
vate displeasure can do against a monarch! you may Sweats in the eye of Phoebus, and all night
as well go about to turu the sun to ice, with fanning Sleeps in Elysium: next day, after dawn,
in his face with a peacock's feather. You'll never Doth rise, and help llyperion to his horse;
trust his word after! come, 'tis a foolish saying: And follows so the ever-running year

K. Hen. Your reproof is something too round; I With profitable labour, to his grave:
should be angry with you, if the time were convenient. And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,
Will. Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live. Winding up days with toil, and nights with sleep,
K. Hen. I embrace it.

Vad the fore-hand and vantage of a king.
Will. How shall I know thee again?

The slave, a member of the country's peace,
K. Hen. Give me any gage of thine , and I will Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots,
wear it in my bonnet: then, if ever thou darest ac- | What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace,
knowledge it, I will make it my quarrel.

Whose hours the peasant best advantages.
Will. Here's my glove; give me another of thine.

Enter ERPINGHAM.
K. Hen. There,

Erp. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence,
Will. This will I also wear in my cap: if ever thou Seek through your camp to find you.
come to me and say, after to-morrow,

K. Hen. Good old knight,
glove, by this hand, I will take thee a box on the ear. Collect them all together at my tent:
K. Ilen. If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it. I'll be before thee.
Will. Thou darest as well be hanged.

Erp. I shall do't, my lord.

Exit.
K. Hen. Well, I will do it, though I take thee in | K. Hen. O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts !
the king's company.

Possess them not with fear; take from them now
Will. Keep thy word : fare thee well!

The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers
Bates. Be friends, you English fools , be friends : Pluck their hearts from them!-- Not to-day, O Lord,
we have French quarrels enough, if you could tell O not to-day, think not upon the fault
how to reckon.

My father made in compassing the crown!
K. Hen. Indeed, the French may lay twenty French Richard's body have interred new ;'
crowns to one, they will beat us; for they bear them And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears,
on their shoulders : but it is no English treason, to Than from it issued forced drops of blood.
cut French crowns; and, to-morrow, the king him- Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,
self will be a clipper.

[Exeunt Soldiers. Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up
Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls, Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built
Our debts, our careful wives, our children, and Two chantries, where the sad and solemo priests
Our sins, lay on the king; — we must bear all. Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do:
O hard condition ! twin-born with greatness, Though all that I can do, is nothing worth;
Subjected to the breath of every fool,

Since that my penitence comes after all,
Whose sense no more can feel but his own wringing ! Imploring pardon.
What infinite heart's ease must kings neglect,

Enter GLOSTER.
That private men enjoy?

Glo. My liege!
And what have kings, that privates have not too, K. llen. My brother Gloster's voice? – Ay;
Save ceremony, save general ceremony?

I know thy errund, I will go with thee:
And what art thou, thon idol ceremony ?

The day, my friends, and all things stay for me.
What kind of god art thon, that sufler’st more

(Exeunt.
of mortal griel's, than do thy worshippers ?
What are thy rents? what are thy comings-in ?

SCENE II.

- The French camp. O ceremony, show me but thy worth!

Enter Dauphin, ORLEANS, RAMBURES, and Others.
What is the soul of adoration?

Orl. The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords?
Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form, Dau. Montez à cheval: — My horse! valet! lac-
Creating awe and fear in other men?
Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd

Orl. o brave spirit!
Than they in fearing.

Day. Via! les eaux et la terre
What drink'st thou ofț, instead of homage sweet, Orl. Rien plus? Puir et le feu
But poison'd flattery? o, be sick, great greatness, Dau. Ciel! cousin Orleans.
And bid thy ceremony give thee cure!

Enter Constable,
Think'st thou, the fiery fever will go out

Now, my lord Constable!
With titles blown from adulation?

Con. Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh!
Will it give place to flexure and low bending ? Dau. Mount them, and make incision in their hides;
Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's knee, That their hot blood may spin in English eyes,
Command 'the health of it? No, thou proud dream, And dout them with superfluous courage: ha!
That play'st so subtly with a king's repose; Ram. What, will you have them weep our horses
I am a king, that find thee; and I kuow,

blood ?
'Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball,

How shall we then behold their natural tears?
The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,

Enter u Alessenger.
The enter-tissued robe of gold and pearl,

Mess. The English are embattled, you French pee
The farced title running 'fore the king,

Con. To horse, you gallant princes! straight to lior
The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp Do but behold yon poor and starved band,
That beats upon the high shore of this worīd, And

your

fair show shall suck away their souls, No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony, Leaving them but the shales and husks of men. Not all these, laid in bed majestical,

There is not work enough for all our hands; Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave; Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins,

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K. Hen. What's he that wishes so? That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, My cousin Westmoreland ? — No, my

fair consin: And sheath for lack of sport: let us but blow on them, If we are mark'd to die, we are enough The vapour of our valour will o’erturn them. To do our country loss; and if to live, 'Tis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords,

The fewer men, the greater share of honour, That our superfluous lacqueys, and our peasants, God's will; I pray thee, wish not one man more. Who, in unnecessary action, swarm

By Jove, I am not covetous for gold; About our squares of battle, — were enough Nor care.), who doth feed upon my cost: To purge this field of such a hilding foe;

It yearns me not, if men my garments wear; Though we, upon this mountain's basis by

Such outward things dwell not in my desires : Took stand for idle speculation:

But, if it be a sín to covet honour, But that our honours must not, What's to say ? I am the most offending soul alive, A very little little let us do,

No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour, The tucket-sonnance, and the note to mount: As one man more, methinks, would share from me, For our approach shall so much dare the field, For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more: That England shall couch down in fear, and yield. Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, Enter GRANDPRE.

That he, who hath no stomach to this fight, Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of Let him depart; his passport shall be made, France ?

And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
Yon island carrione, desperate of their bones, We would not die in that man's company,
Il-favour’dly become the morning field:

That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose, This day is call’d-the feast of Crispian:
And our air shakes them passing scornfully. He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Big Mars seems baukrupt in their beggar'd host, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps.

And rouge him at the name of Crispian.
Their horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks,

He, that shall live this day, and see old age,
With torch-staves in their hand: and their poor jades Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends,
Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and lips; And say: to-morrow is Saint Crispian;
The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes; Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars,
And in their pale-dull mouths the gimmal bit And say, these wounds I had on Crispian's day.
Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionless; Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
And their executors, the knavish crows,

But he'll remember, with advantages,
Fly o’er them all, impatient for their hour. What feats he did that day : then shall our names,
Description cannot snit itself in words,

Familiar in their mouths as household words,
To démonstrate the life of such a battle

Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter, In life so lifeless as it shows itself.

Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster, Con. They have said their prayers, and they stay Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd; for death.

This story shall the good man teach his son;
Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh suits, And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
And give their fasting horses provender,

From this day to the ending of the world,
And after fight with them?

But we in it shall be remembered:
Con. I stay but for my guard. On, to the feld! We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ;
I will the banner from a trumpet take,

For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me,
And use it for my haste. Come, come away! Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
The sun is high, and we outwear the day. [Lxeunt. This day shall gentle his condition:

And gentlemen in England, now a-bed,
SCENE III.
The English camp.

Shall

think themselves accurs'd, they were not here; Enter the English Host;. GLOSTER, BEDFORD, EXE- And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, TER, SALISBURY, and WESTMORELAND.

That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Glo Where is the king ?

Enter SALISBURY.
Bed. The king himself is rode to view their battle. Sal. My sovereignlord, bestow yourself with speed:
West. Of fighting men they have full threescore The French are bravely in their battles set,
thousand,

And will with all expedience charge on us.
Exe. There's five to one; besides, they all are fresh. K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds be so,
Sal. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds. West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward now!
God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge: K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from Eng-
If we no more meet, till we meet in heaven,

land, cousin ?
Then, joyfully, — my voble lord of Bedford, - West. God's will, my liege,'would you and I alone,
My dear lord Gloster, – and my good lord Exeter,“Without more help, might fight this battle out!
And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu ! K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five thou-
Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck go

sand men ;
with thee!

Which likes me better, than to wish us one. -
Exe. Farewell, kind lord; fight valiantly to-day! You know your places: God be with you

all! And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it,

Tucket. Enter MONTJOY.
For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour, Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, king Harry,

(Exit Salisbury. If for thy ransome thou wilt now compound,
Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness; Before thy most assured overthrow:
Princely in both.

For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf,
West. that we now had here

Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy,
Enter King Henrt.

The Constable desires thee-thou wilt mind
But one ten tliousand of those men in England, Thy followers of repentance; that their souls
That do no work to-day!

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From off these fields, where (wretches) their poor Pist. Brass, cur!
bodies

Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat,
Must lie and fester.

Offer'st me brass?
K. Hen. Who hath sent thee now?

Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy!
Mont. The Constable of France.

Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys? -
K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer back; Come hither, boy; ask me this slave in French,
Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones.

What is his name.
Good God! why should they mock poor fellows thus? Boy. Escoutez; comment estes vous appellé ?
The man, that once did sell the lion's skin

Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer.
While the beast liv’d, was kill'd with hunting him. Boy. He says, his name is—master Fer.
A many of our bodies shall, no doubt,

Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk him, and
Find native graves; upon the which, I trust,

ferret him :- discuss the same in French unto him. :
Shall witness live in brass of this day's work: Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and ferret,
And those, that leave their valiant bones in France, and firk.
Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills, Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat.
They shall be fam’d; for there the sun shall greet Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur ?
them,

Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous faites
And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; vous prest; car ce soldat icy est disposé tout à cette
Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime, heure de couper vostre gorge.
The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France. Pist. Quy, couper gorge, par ma foy, peasant,
Mark then a bounding valour in our English; Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns;
That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing, Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.
Break out into a second course of mischief,

Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie pour l'amour de Dieu,
Killing in relapse of mortality.

me pardonnez! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne mai-
Let me speak proudly ; -- Tell the Constable, son; gardez ma vie, et je vous donneray deux
We are but warriors for the working-day;
Our gayness, and our gilt, are all besmirch'd Pist. What are his words?
With rainy marching in the painful field;

Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a gen-
There's not a piece of feather in our host,

tleman of a good house; and, for his ransome,

he
(Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly,) will give you two hundred crowns.
And time hath worn us into slovenry:

Pist. Tell him, — my fury shall abate, and I
But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim: The crowns will take.
And my poor soldiers tell meyet ere night

Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que

dit-il?
They'll be in fresher robes; or they will pluck Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de par-
The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads, donner aucun prisonnier; neantmoins, pour les
And turn them out of service. If they do this, escus que vous l'avez promis, il est content de vous
(As, if God pleast, they shall,) my ransome then donner la liberté, le franchisement.
Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour; Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille re-
Come thou no more for ransome, gentle herald; merciemens: et je m'estime heureux que je suis
They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints : tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le
Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them, plus brave, valiant, et très distingué seigneur
Shall yield them little, tell the Constable.

d'Angleterre.
Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee well! Pist. Expound unto me, boy.
Thou never shalt hear herald any more. (Exit. Boy. He gives you , upon his knees, a thousand
K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again for thanks: and he esteems himself happy that he hath

fallen into the hands of (as he thinks) the most Enter the Duke of York.

brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy siguieur of EngYork. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg land. The leading of the vaward.

Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show. K. Hen. Take it, brave York. - Now, soldiers, Follow me, cur!

(Exit Pistol. march away:

Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine.
And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!

Exit French Soldier. {Exeunt. I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty SCENE IV. - The field of battle.

a heart: but the saying is true. - The empty vessel Alarums. Excursions. Enter French Soldier, makes the greatest sound. Bardolph, and Nym, had Pistol, and Boy.

ten times more valour than this roaring devil i'the Pist. Yield, cur.

old play, that every one may pare his nails with a Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme wooden dagger; and they are both hanged; and so de bonne qualité.

would this be, if he durst steal any thing adventuPist. Quality, call you me? — Construe me, art thou rously. I must stay with the lackeys, with the luga gentleman ? What is thy name ? discuss !

gage of our camp: the French might have a good Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu!

prey if he knew of it; for there is none to Pist. o, signieur Dew should be a gentleman; guard it but boys.

(Exit. Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and mark; O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox,

SCENE V. Another part of the field of battle. Escept, O signieur, thou do give to ne

Alarums. Enter Dauphin, ORLEANS, Bourbon, Con-
Egregious ransome.

stable, RAMBURES, and Others.
Fr. Sol. (), prenez misericorde! ayez pitié de moy! Con. O diable !
Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty moys; Orl. O seigneur! le jour est perdu, tout est
For I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat,

perdı!
In drops of crimson blood.

Dau. Mort de ma vie! all is confounded ball! Fr. Sol. Est il impossible d'echapper la force de Reproach and everlasting shame ton bras?

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[-A short alarum. Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; and Con, Why, all our ranks are broke.

the cowardly rascals, that rap from the battle, have Dau. O perdurable shame! - let's stab ourselves. done this slaughter: besides, they have burned and Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for? carried away all that was in the king's tent; wherefore

Orl. Is this the king we sent to for his ransome? the king, most worthily, hath caused every soldier to
Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but shame! cut his prisoner's throat. 0, 'tis a gallantking!
Let us die instant! Once more back again ;

Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain Gower:
And he that will not follow Bourbon now,

What call you the town's name, where Alexander the
Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand, pig was porn?
Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door,

Gow. Alexander the Great.
Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog,

Flu. Why, I pray you, not pig, great? The pig, His fairest daughter is contaminate.

or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the maGow. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now! gnanimous, are allone ereckonings, save the phrase is Let us, in heaps, go oiler up our lives

a little variations. Unto these English, or else die with, fame.

Gow. I think, Alexander the Great was born ig MaOrl, We are enougli

, yet living in the field, cedon; his father was called Philip of Macedon, as To smother up the English in our througs,

I take it. If any order might be thought upon.

Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where Alexander is Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the throng; porn. I tell you, captain, if you look in the maps of Let life be short; else, shame will be too long, the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the comparisons

(Exeunt. between Macedon, and Monmouth, that the situations, SCENE VI. – Another part of the field. look

you, is both alike. There is a river in Macedon; Alarums. Enter King HENRY and Forces; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth: it is Exeter, and Others.

called Wye, at Monmouth; but it is out of my prains, K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant coun- what is ihe name of the other river: but'tis all one, 'tis trymen:

so like as my lingers is to my fingers, and there is salBut all's, not done, yet keep the French the field.

mous in both. If you mark Alexander's life well, Harry Exe. The duke of York commends him to your ina- of Monmouth's life is come after it indillerent well; jesty.

for there is figures in allthings. Alexander (God knows, K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle ? thrice, within this and you know,) in his rages, and his furies, and his hour,

wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and his disI saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting; pleasures, and his indignations, and also being a From helmet to the spur, all blood he was. little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and Exe. In which array, (brave soldier,) doth he lie, his angers, look you, kill his pest friend Clytus. Larding the plain: and by his bloody side,

Gow. Our king is not like him in that; he never (Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,)

killed any of his friends. The noble earl of Sullo}k also lies. Suffolk first died; and York, all haggled over,

Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take tales Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd,

out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and finished. I And takes him by the beard; kisses the gashes,

speak but in the figures and comparisons of it. As aleThat bloodily did yawn upon his face;

xander is kill his friend Clytus, being in his ales and And cries aloud — Turry, dear cousin Suffolk!

his cups: so also Harry Monmouth, being in his right My soul shall thine keep company to heaven:

wits and his goot judgments, is turn away the fat Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly a-breast;

knight with the great pelly doublet: he was full of As, in this glorious and well-foughten field,

jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks; I am forWe kept together in our chivalry?

get his name.

Gow. Sir John Falstaff.
Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up:
He smil'd me in the face, raught me his hand,

Flu. That is le : I can tell you, there is goot men poru
And, with a feeble gripe, says Dear my lord,

at Monmouth. Commend my service to my sovereign.

Gow. Here comes his majesty. So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck

Alarum. Enter King Henry, with a part of the EnHe threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips;

glish forces; Warwick, Gloster, Exetes,and Others. And so, espons'd to death, with blood he seal'd K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to France,

Until this instant. A testament of noble-ending love.

- Take a trumpet, herald; The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd

Ride thon unto the horsemen on yon hill; Those waters from me, which I would have stopp'd; If they will fight with us, bid them come down, But I had not so much of man in me,

Or void the field; they do offend our sight: But my mother came into mine eyes,

If they'll do neither, we will come to them; And gave me up to tears.

And make them skír away, as swift as stones
K. Hen. I blame you not;

Enforced from the old Assyrian slings:
For, hearing this, I must perforce compound Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have;
With mistful eyes, or they will issue too. {Alarum, Anduot a man of them that we shall take,
But, hark! what new alaram is this same?

Shall taste our mercy :- go, and tell them so.
The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd men:-

Enter MontsOY, Then every soldier kill his prisoners;

E.re. Here comes the herald of the French, my liege. Give the wordthrough.

[Exeunt. Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us’d to be.

K. Hen. How now! what means this, herald ? kaow'st SCENE VII. - Another part of the field.

Alarums. Enter FLUELLEN and Gowen. That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ransome? Flu. Kill the pays and the luggage! 'tis expressly Com’st thou again for ransome? against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant a piece of kuave

Mont. No, great king: ry, mark you now, as can be offered in the 'orld. In I come to thee for charitable licence, your conscience now, is it not?

That we may wander o’er this bloody field,

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K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meet’st
To sort our nobles from our common men;

the fellow.
For many of our princes (woe the while!)

Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.
Lie drown'd and soak’d in mercenary blood;

K. Hen. Who servest thou under?
(So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs

Will, Under captain Gower, my liege.
In blood of princes;) and their wounded steeds Flu. Gower is a goot captain; and is goot knowledge
Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild rage,

and literature in the wars.
Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters, K. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier.
Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king, Will. I will, my liege.

[Exit.
To view the field in safety, and dispose

K. Hen. Here, Fluellen ; wear thou this favour for
Of their dead bodies.

me, and stick it in thy cap: when Alençon and myself
K. Hen. I tell thee truly, herald,

were down together, I plucked this glove from his I know not, if the day be ours, or no;

helm : if any man challenge this, he is a friend to AlenFor yet a many of your horsemen peer,

çon and an enemy to our person ; ifthou encounter any And gallop o'er the field.

such, apprehend him, an thou dostlove me.
Mont. The day is yours.

Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as can be
K.Hen. Praised be God, and not our strength, for it!- desired in the hearts of his subjects:I would fain see the
What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by ? man, that has but two legs, that shall find himself ag-
Mont. They call it - Agincourt.

griefed at this glove, that is all; but I would fain see
K. Hen. Then call we this — the field of Agincourt, it once; an please Got of his grace, that I might see it.
Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.

K. Hen. Knowest thou Gower ?
Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory,an't please Flu. He is my dear friend, an please you.
your majesty, and your great-uncle Edward the K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to
plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles,
fought a most prave pattle here in France.

Flu. I will fetch him.

Exit.
K. Hen. They did, Fluellen.

K.Hen. My lord of Warwick, and my brother Gloster,
Flu. Your majesty says very true. If your majesties Follow Fluellen closely at the heels :
is remembered of it, the Welshman did goot service in The glove, which I have given him for a favour,
a garden whereleeks did grow, wearing leeks in their May, haply, purchase him a box o’the car;
Monmouth caps; which, your majesty knows, to this it is the soldier's; I, by bargain, should
hour is an honourable padge of the service; and, I do Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick :
believe, your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek If that the soldier strike him, (as, I judge
upon Saint Tavy's day.

By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word,)
H. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour: for I am Some sudden mischief may

arise of it;
Welsh, you koow, good countryman.

For I do know Fluellen valiant,
Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your majes- And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder,
ty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that: And quickly will return an injury:
Got pless it and preserve it, as long as it pleases his Follow, and see there be no harm between them. –
grace, and his majesty too!

Go you with me, uncle of Exeter. [Exeunt.
K. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman.
Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's countryman, I SCENE VIU. - Before King Henry's pavilion.
care not who know it; I will confess it to all the 'orld:

Enter Gower and WILLIAMS.
I need not to be ashamed of your majesty, praised be Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain.
God, so long as our majesty is an honest man.

Enter FuuELLEN.
K. Hen. God keep me so !-Our heralds go with him; Flu. Got’s will and his pleasure, captain, I peseech
Bring me just notice of the numbers dead

you now, come apace to the king: there is more goot On both our parts. — Call yonder fellow hither. toward you, peradventure, than is in your knowledge

[Points to Williams. Exeunt Montjoy and to dream of.
Others,

Will. Sir, know you this glove?
Exe. Soldier, you must come to the king.

Flu. Know the glove? I know, the glove is a glove.
K. Hen. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove in thy Will.I know this;and thus Ichallengeit.[Strikes him.

Flu.'Sblud, an arrant traitor, as any's in the universal
Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of one 'orld, or in France, or in England.
that I should fight withal, if he be alive.

Gow. How now, sir? you villain!
K. Hen. An Englishman?

Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn?
W i!l. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that swag-, Flu. Stand away, capiain Gower ; I will give treason
gered with me last night; who, if'alive, and ever dare his payment into plows, I

you. to challenge this glove, I have sworn to take liim a box Will. I am no traitor. o'the ear: or, if I can see my glove in his cap, (which Flu. That's a lie in thy throat. - Icharge you in his he swore, as he was a soldier, he would wear, if alive,) majesty's name, apprehend him ; he's a friend of the I will strike it out soundly.

duke Alençon's. K. Hen. What think you, captain Fluellen ? is it fit

Enter WARWICK and GLOSTER. this soldier keep his oath ?

War. How now, how pow ! what's the matter? Flu. He is a craven and a villain else, an't please your Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be Got majesty, in my conscience.

for it!) a most contagious treason come to light, look K. Hen. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman of great you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Here is his sort, quite from the answer of his degree.

majesty. Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the tevil is,

Enter King Henny and EXETER. as Lucifer and Beelzebub himself, it is necessary, look K. llen. How now! what's the matter? your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath : if he be Flu. My liege, here is a villain, and a traitor, that, perjured, see you now, his reputation is as arrant a vil- look your grace, has struck the glove, which your malain, and a Jack-sauce, as ever his plack shoe trod jesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon. upon God's ground and his earth, in my conscience, la.' Will. My liege, this was my glove; here is the fel

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