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.

Wil. 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.

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Flu. Your Majefty hear now, faving your Majefty's manhood, what an arrant, rafcally, beggerly, 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 pleafe your Majefty, let his neck anfwer for it, if there is any martial law in the world.

K. Henry. How canft thou make me fatisfaction? Wil. All Offences, my lord, come from the heart; never came any from mine that might offend Mayour jefty.

K. Henry. It was our felf thou didft abuse,

Wil. Your Majesty 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 highnefs 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 highnefs 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.

teftimony and witness, and will avouchment.

Flu.

Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in his body; hold there is twelve pence for you, and I pray you to ferve God, and keep you out of prawls and prabbles, and quarrels and diffentions, and I warrant you it is the better for you.

Wil. I will none of your mony.

Flu. It is with a good will; I can tell you it will ferve you to mend your fhooes; come, wherefore fhould you be fo pafhful; your fhooes is not fo good; 'tis a good filling I warrant you, or I will change it.

SCENE XVII.

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 Bonchiquald:
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'
One hundred twenty fix; added to thefe,
Of Knights, Efquires, and gallant gentlemen,
Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which,
Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd Knights;
So that in these ten thousand they have loft,
There are but fixteen hundred mercenaries:

The reft are Princes, Barons, Lords, Knights, 'Squires,
And gentlemen of blood and quality.

The names of thofe their nobles that lye dead:

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This lift is copied from Hall.

Charles

Charles Delabreth, high conftable of France;
Jaques of Chatilion, admiral of France;

The mafter of the cross-bows, lord Rambures;

Great master of France, the brave Sir Guichard Danphim

John Duke of Alanfon, Anthony Duke of Brabant
The brother to the Duke of Burgundy;

And Edward Duke of Bar: Of lufty Earls,
Grandpree and Rouffie, Faulconbridge and Foyes,
Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Leftrale.
Here was a royal fellowfhip of death!
Where is the number of our English dead?

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,
But five and twenty.

K. Henry. O God, thy arm was here!
And not to us, but to thy arm alone
Afcribe we all. When, without ftratagem,
But in plain fhock and ev'n play of battel,
Was ever known fo great and little lofs
On one part and on th' other? take it, God,
For it is only thine.

Exe. 'Tis wonderful!

K. Henry. Come, go we in proceffion to the vil lage:

And be it death proclaimed through our hoft,

To boaft 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 acknowledg

ment,

That God fought for us.

Flu. Yes, my confcience, he did us great good.
K. Henry. Do we all holy rites;

Let

†The King (fay the Chroniclers) caufed the pfalm In exitu Ifrael de Egypto (in which according to the Vulgate is included the pfalm Non nobis domine, &c.) to ke fung after the victory.

Let there be fung Non nobis, and Te deum:
The dead with charity enclos'd in clay. -
And then to Calais and to England then,'

Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men.

[Exeunt.

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Enter CHOR. US.

Ouchfafe to those that have not read the story,

That I may prompt them; and to fuch

as have,

I humbly pray them to admit th' 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
Tow'rd Calais grant him there; and there being feen,
Heave him away upon your winged thoughts

Athwart the fea behold the English beach
Pales in the flood with men, with wives and boys,

Whofe fhouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouth'd fea,
Which like a mighty whiffler 'fore the King
Seems to prepare his way; fo let him land,
And folemnly fee him fet on to London.
So fwift a pace hath thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Black-heath:
Where that his lords defire him to have born
His bruifed helmet and his bended fword
Before him through the city; he forbids it ;
Being free from vainnefs and felf-glorious pride:
Giving full trophy, fignal, and oftent,

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Quite

Quite from himfelf 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 fenators of antique Rome,
With the Plebeians fwarming at their heels,
Go forth and fetch their conqu'ring Cafar in.
As by a low, but loving likelihood,

Were now the General of our gracious Empress
(As in good time he may) from Ireland coming,
Bringing rebellion broached on his fword;
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 ftay at home :
The Emperor's coming in behalf of France,
To order peace between them; and omit
All the occurrences, what ever chanc'd,
Till Harry's back return again to France:
There muft we bring him; and my self have play'd
The intrim, by remembring you 'tis past.
Then brook abridgment, and your eyes advance
After your thoughts, ftrait back again to France. [Exit

Gow.

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SCENE II.

FRANC E..

Enter Fluellen and Gower.

AY, that's right but why wear you your Leek to day? St. David's day is past. Flu. There is occafions and caufes why and wherefore in all things; I will tell you as a friend, captain

Gower

The Earl of Effex, in the reign of Queen Elizabeth.