[Exit. To purge this field of such a hilding* foe;
Though we, upon this mountain's basis by
Took stand for idle speculation:
But that our honours must not. What's to say?
A very little little let us do,
And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound
The tucket-sonuance, and the note to mount:
For our approach shall so much dare the field,
That England shall couch down in fear, and
yield.

Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, France? Two chantries, where the sad and solemnll-favour'dly become the morning field: Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do: Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose, Though all that I can do, is nothing worth; And our air shakes them passing scornfully. Since that my penitence comes after all, Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd host, Imploring pardon.

Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness; Princely in both.

West. O that we now had here

Enter King HENRY.

But one ten thousand of those men in England,
That do no work to-day!

K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from
England, cousin?

West. God's will, my liege, 'would you and
I alone,

Without more help, might fight this battle out!
K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five
thousand men;

Which likes me better, than to wish us one.-
You know your places: God be with you all!
Tucket.-Enter MONTJOY.

Mont. Once more I come to know of thee,
king Harry,

If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,
Before thy most assured overthrow:
Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in
For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf,

mercy,

K. Hen. What's he, that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland?-No, my fair couIf we are mark'd to die, we are enough [sin: To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man By Jove, I am not covetous for gold: [more. Not care I, who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not, if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But, if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. [land: The Constable desires thee-thou wilt mind No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from Eng-Thy followers of repentance; that their souls God's peace! I would not lose so great an May make a peaceful and a sweet retire honour, [me, From off these fields, where (wretches) their As one man more, methinks, would share from For the best hope I have. poor bodies O, do not wish one Must lie and fester. [host, Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my That he, which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse: We would not die in that man's company, That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is call'd-the feast of Crispian : He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home,

more:

Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He, that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends,
And say-to-morrow is Saint Crispian :
Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his

scars,

And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,

K. Hen. Who hath sent thee now?
Mont. The Constable of France.

K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer
back;

Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. Good God! why should they mock poor fellows thus?

The man that once did sell the lion's skin
While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunt-
ing him.

A many of our bodies shall, no doubt,
Find native graves; upon the which I trust,
Shall witness live in brasst of this day's work:
And those that leave their valiant bones in
France,

Dying like men, though buried in your dung-
hills,

They shall be fam'd; for there the sun shall

greet them,

And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; What feats he did that day: Then shall our Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime,

names,
Familiar in their mouths as household words,--
Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd:
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered:
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me,
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition :†
And gentlemen in England, now a-bed,
Shall think themselves accurs'd, they were not
here;
And hold their manhoods cheap, while any
[speaks,
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Enter SALISBURY.

Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with
speed:

The French are bravely in their battles set,
And will with all expediences charge on us.
K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds

be so.

West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward now!

* Grieves.

tleman.

+I. e. This day shall advance him to the rank of a genExpedition.

* Gallantly.

The smell whereof shall breed a plague in

France.

Mark then a bounding valour in our English;
That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing,
Break out into a second course of mischief,
Killing in relapse of mortality.

Let me speak proudly;-Tell the Constable,
We are but warriors for the working-day:‡
With rainy marching in the painful field;
Our gayness, and our gilt, are all besmirch'd
There's not a piece of feather in our host,
(Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly,)
And time hath worn us into slovenry:
And my poor soldiers tell me-yet ere night
But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim:
The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers'
They'll be in fresher robes; or they will pluck
heads,

And turn them out of service. If they do this,
(As, if God please, they shall,) my ransom

then

Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour;

They shall have none, I swear, but these my
Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald;
joints:

Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them,
Shall yield them little, tell the Constable.

* Remind.

+ I. e. In brazen plates anciently let into tomb-stones.
We are soldiers but coarsely dressed.
Golden shows, superficial gilding.
! Soiled.

Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee well:

Thou never shalt hear herald any more. [Exit. K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again for ransom.

Enter the Duke of YORK.

York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I The leading of the vaward. [beg K. Hen. Take it, brave York.-Now, soldiers, march away:

And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day! [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-The Field of Battle. Alarums: Excursions. Enter FRENCH SOLDIER, PISTOL, and BOY.

Pist. Yield, cur.

Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous'estes le gentilhomme de bonne qualité.

Pist. Quality, call you me?-Construe me, art thou a gentleman? What is thy name? discuss.

Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu!

Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a

man:

Pist. Tell him,-my fury shall abate, and I The crowns will take.

Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il?

Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de pardonner aucun prisonnier; neantmoins, pour les escus que vous l'avez promis, il est content de vous donner la liberté, le franchisement.

Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille remerciemens: et je m'estime heureux que je suis tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave, valiant, et tres distingué seigneur d'Angleterre.

Pist. Expound unto me, boy.

Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand thanks: and he esteems himself happy that he hath fallen into the hands of (as he thinks) the most brave, valorous, and thriceworthy signieur of England.

Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.Follow me, cur.

[Exit PISTOL. Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine. [Exit FRENCH SOLDIER. I did never know so full a voice issue from so

gentle-empty a heart: but the saying is true,-The empty vessel makes the greatest sound. Barmarkdolph, and Nym, had ten times more valour Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and than this roaring devil i'the old play, that every O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox,t Except, O signieur, thou do give to me Egregious ransom.

Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde! ayez pitié de moy!

Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty

Pist. Brass, cur!

Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat,
Offer'st me brass?

Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy!

Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of
moys?||-

Come hither, boy; Ask me this slave in French,
What is his name.

Boy. Escoutez; Comment estes vous appellé ?
Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer.

Boy. He says, his name is-master Fer.
Pist. Master Fer! 1'll fer him, and firk¶
him, and ferret him:-discuss the same in
French unto him.

Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and firk.

Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat.

Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur?

Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous faites vous prest; car de soldat icy est disposé tout a cette heure de couper vostre gorge.

Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant, Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns; Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.

Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie pour l'amour de Dieu, me pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison: gardez ma vie, et je vous donneray deux cents escus.

Pist. What are his words?

one may pare his nails with a wooden dagger;
and they are both hanged; and so would this
be, if he durst steal any thing adventurously.
I must stay with the lackeys, with the luggage
of our camp: the French might have a good
prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none
to guard it, but boys.
[Exit.

Let us die instant. Once more back again;
And he that will not follow Bourbon now,
Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand,
Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door,
Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog,t
His fairest daughter is contaminate.

Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend
us now!

Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives
Unto these English, or else die with fame.

Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a gentleman of a good house; and, for his ran-If som, he will give you two hundred crowns.

* Vanguard.

Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, To smother up the English in our throngs, any order might be thought upon. Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the throng;

+An old cant word for a sword, so called from a famous Let life be short; else, shame will be too long.

sword cutler of the name of Fox.

The diaphragm.

Pieces of money.

Lascivious.
Chastise.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VI.-Another part of the Field.

Alarums. Enter King HENRY and Forces;
EXETER, and others.

K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant
countrymen:

Butall's not done, yet keep the French the field.
Exe. The duke of York commends him to
your majesty.

I

K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle? thrice, within this hour,

saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting; From helmet to the spur, all blood he was. Exe. In which array, (brave soldier,) doth he lie,

Larding the plain: and by his bloody side,
(Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,)
The noble earl of Suffolk also lies.
Suffolk first died, and York, all haggled over,
Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd,
And takes him by the beard; kisses the gashes,
That bloodily did yawn upon his face;

And cries aloud.-Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk!
My soul shall thine keep company to heaven:
Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly a-breast;
As, in this glorious and well-foughten field,
We kept together in our chivalry!
Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up:
He smil'd me in the face, raught me his hand,
And, with a feeble gripe, says,-Dear my lord,
Commend my service to my sovereign.
So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck
He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips;
And so, espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd
A testament of noble-ending love.
The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd
Those waters from me, which I would have
stopp'd;

But I had not so much of man in me,
But all my mother came into mine eyes,
And gave me up to tears.

K. Hen. I blame you not;

For, hearing this, I must perforce compound
With mistful eyes, or they will issue too.-

[Alarum. But, hark! what new alarum is this same?The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd

SCENE VII.-Another part of the Field. Alarums. Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER. Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis expressly against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be offered, in the 'orld: In your conscience now, is it not?

Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the battle, have done this slaughter: besides, they have burned and carried away all that was in the king's tent; wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a gallant king!

Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain Gower: What call you the town's name, where Alexander the pig was born?

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, save the phrase is a little variations.

* Reached.

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, you shall find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations, look you, is both alike. There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover 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 'tis all one, 'tis so like as my fingers is 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 (God 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 also being a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and his angers, look you, kill his pest friend, Clytus.

Gow. Our king is not like him in that; he never killed any of his friends.

Flu. Is it not well done, mark you now, to take tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and finished. I speak but in the figures and comparisons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, being in his ales and his cups; so also Harry Monmouth, being in right wits and his goot judgements, is turn away the fat knight with the great pelly-doublet: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks; I am forget his name.

Gow. Sir John Falstaff.

Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there is goot men born at Monmouth.

Gow. Here comes his majesty.

Alarum. Enter King HENRY, with a part of the
English Forces; WARWICK, GLOSTER, EX-
ETER, and others.

K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to
France

Until this instant.-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 sight:
If they'll do neither, we will come to them;
And make them skirr away as swift as stones
Enforced from the old Assyrian slings:
Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we

have;

And not a man of them, that we shall take.
Shall taste our mercy:-Go, and tell them so.
Enter MONTJOY.

Exe. Here comes the herald of the French,
my liege.

Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be.

K. Hen. How now, what means this, herald? know'st thou not, [som? That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ranCom'st thou again for ransom?

Mont. No, great king:

That we may wander o'er this bloody field,
I come to thee for charitable license,
To book our dead, and then to bury them;
To sort our nobles from our common men;
For many of our princes (woe the while!)
Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood;
(So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs

* Sco