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Ere you with grief had spoke, and I had heard that ever I shall breathe. Heaven knows, my The course of it so far. There is your crown:

son, And He that wears the crown immortally, By what by-paths, and indirect crock'd wars, Long guard it yours! If I affect it more,

I met this crown; and I myself know well
Than as your honour, and as your renown, How troublesome it sat upon my head :
Let me no more from this obedience rise,

To thee it shall descend with better quiet, (Which my most true and inward duteous spirit Better opinion, better confirmation ; Teacheth,)--this prostrate and exterior bending! For all the soil of the achievement goes Heaven witness with me, when I here came in With me into the earth. It seem'd in me And found no course of breath within your But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand; majesty,

And I had many living, to upbraid How cold it struck my heart! If I do feign, My gain of it by their assistances; 0, let me in my present wildness die;

Which daily grew to quarrel, and to bloodshed, And never live to show th' incredulous world Wounding supposed peace : all these bold fears, The noble change that I have purposed !

Thou seest, with peril I have answered: Coming to look on you, thinking you dead For all my reign bath been but as a scene (And dead almost, my liege, to think you were), Acting that argument; and now my death I spake unto the crown as baving sense,

Changes the mood : for wbat in me was purchas'd,* And tbus upbraided it :-"The care on thee Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort'; depending

| So thou the garland wear’st successively. Hath fed upon the body of my father ;

| Yet, though thou stand’st more sure than I could do, Therefore, thou, best of gold, art worst of gold. Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green; Other, less fine in carat,* is more precious, | And all thy friends, which thou must make thy Preserving life in medicine potable ;t

friends, But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd, Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out; Hast eat'thy bearer up.”—Thus, my most royal By whose fell working I was first advancd, liege,

| And by whose power I well might lodge a fear Accusing it, I put it on my head,

To be again displac'd : which to avoid, To try with it, -as with an enemy,

I cut them off; and had a purpose now That had before my face murther'd my father, | To lead out many to the Holy Land; The quarrel of a true inheritor.

Lest rest, and lying still, might make them look But if it did infect my blood with joy,

Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry, Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride; | Be it thy course, to busy giddy minds If any rebel or vain spirit of mine

With foreign quarrels ; that action, hence borno Did, with the least affection of a welcome,

out, Give entertainment to the might of it,

May waste the memory of the former days. " Let Heaven for ever keep it from my head, More would I, but my lungs are wasted so, And make me as the poorest vassal is,

That strength of speech is utterly denied me. Tbat doth with awe and terror kneel to it. How I came by the crown, O Heaven forgive! K. Hen. O my son!

And grant it may with thee in true peace live! Heaven put it in thy mind to take it hence,

P. Hen. My gracious liege,
That thou migbtst win the more thy father's love, You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
Pleading so wisely in excuse of it.

Then plain and right must my possession be: Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed ; Which I, with more than with a common pain, And hear, I think, the very latest counsel 'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain.

[Exeunt. * Carat means weight.

• Purchased in Shakespeare frequently means stolen | Potable means to be taken,

goods,

ACT V.

SCENE.-The Palace. Present the Princes and | That I will deeply put the fashion on, others, with the CHIEF JUSTICE.

And wear it in my heart. Why, then, be sad:

But entertain no more of it, good brothers,
Enter HENRY V.

Than a joint burthen laid upon us all.
Ch. Just. Good morrow; and Heaven save your For me, by Heaven, I bid you be assur'd,
majesty!

I'll be your father and your brother too; King. This new and gorgeous garment, majesty, Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares. Sits not so easy on me as you think.

Yet weep that Harry's dead ; and so will I ; Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear : But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears, This is the English, not the Turkish court: By number, into hours of hapiness. Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,

P. John, fc. We hope no other from your But Harry, Harry: Yet be sad, good brothers,

majesty. For, to speak truth, it very well becomes you; King. You all look strangely on me:-and you Sorrow so royally in you appears,

most;

[To the Chief Justice.

You are, I think, assur'd I love you not. | And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you ;

Ch. Just. I am assur’d, if I be measur'd rightly, My father is gone wild into his grave, Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me. For in his tomb lie my affections ; King. No! How might a prince of my great And with his spirit sadly I survive, hope forget

To mock the expectation of the world; So great indignities you laid upon me?

To frustrate prophecies; and to raze out What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down Th’immediate heir of England ! 'Was this easy? After my seeming. The tide of blood in me May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten Hath proudly flow'd in vanity, till now:

Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your father; Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea; The image of his power lay then in me,

Where it shall mingle with the state of floods, King. You are right, justice, and you weigh And flow henceforth in formal majesty. this well;

Now call we our high court of parliament: Therefore still bear the balance and the sword: And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel, And I do wish your honours may increase, That the great body of our state may go Till you do live to see a son of mine

In equal rank with the best govern'd nation; Offend you, and obey you, as I did.

That war, or peace, or both at once, may be So shall I live to speak my father's words : As things acquainted and fainiliar to us ;Happy am I, that have a man so bold,

In which you, father, shall have foremost hand. That dares do justice to my proper son ;

[To the Lord Chief Justice. And not less happy, having such a son,

Our coronation done, we will accite, That would deliver up his greatness so

As I before remember'd, all our state : Into the hands of justice. There is my hand; And (Heaven consigning to my good intents) You shall be as a father to my youth ;

No prince, nor peer, shall have just cause to say, My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear, Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day. And I will stoop and humble my intents

[Exeunt. To your well-practis’d, wise directions.

KING HENRY V.

PERSONS REPRESENTED. KING HENRY THE FIFTH.

SIR THOMAS ERPINGHAM. DUKE OF GLOSTER, I bie brothers

EARL OF EXETER. DUKE OF BEDFORD,

KING OF FRANCE. ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY.

The QUEEN, his wife. BISHOP OF ELY.

PRINCESS KATHERINE, their daughter. EARL OF WESTMORELAND.

| MOUNTJOY, a French herald.

ACT I.

SCENE.-The Palace at Westminster. Enter the Cant. Hear him but reason in divinity,

Archbishop of CANTERBURY, and the Bishop of And, all-admiring, with an inward wish
Ely.

You would desire the king were made a prelate : Cant. The breath no sooner left his father's Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs, body,

You would say,—it hath been all in all his study: But that his wildness, mortified in him,

List his discourse of war, and you shall hear
Seem'd to die too: yea, at that very moment, | A fearful battle render'd you in music;
Consideration like an angel came,

Turn him to any cause of policy,
And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him: The Gordian knot of it he will unloose,
Leaving his body as a paradise,

Familiar as his garter; that, when he speaks, To envelop and contain celestial spirits.

The air, a charter'd libertine, is still, Never was such a sudden scholar made :

And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears, Never came reformation in a flood,

To steal his sweet and boney'd sentences; With such a heady currance, scouring faults; So that the art and practic part of life Nor never Hydra-headed wilfulness

Must be the mistress to this theoric: So soon did lose his seat, and all at once, Which is a wonder, how bis grace should glean it, As in this king.

Since bis addiction was to courses vain : Ely. We are blessed in the change. His companies, unlettered, rude, and shallow;

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His hours filled up with riots, banquets, sports ; His present, and your pains, we thank you for : And never noted in him any study,

When we have match'd our rackets to these balls, Any retirement, any sequestration

We will in France, by God's grace, play a set From open haunts and popularity.

Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard : Ely. The strawberry grows underneath the Tell him, he hath made a match with such a nettle;

wrangler, And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best That all the courts of France will be disturb'd Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality :

With chaces. And we understand him well, And so the prince obscurd bis contemplation How he comes o’er us with our wilder days, Under the veil of wildness; wbicb, no doubt, Not measuring what use we made of them.' Grew like the summer grass, fastest by night, We never valued this poor seat of England; Unseen, yet crescive in his faculty. (Exeunt. And therefore, living hence, did give ourself

To barbarous licence; as 'tis ever common, SCENE. A Room of State in the Palace. Pre. That men are merriest when they are from home.

sent the King and his Councillors, and the But tell the dauphin, -I will keep my state; French Ambassadors,

Be like a king, and show my sail of greatness, Amb. May't please your majesty to give us leave When I do rouse me in my throne of France, Freely to render what we have in charge;

For that I have laid by my majesty, Or shall we sparingly show you far off

And plodded like a man for working-days; The dauphin's meaning, and our embassy ? But I will rise there with so full a glory,

K. Hen. We are no tyrant, but a Christian king; That I will dazzle all the eyes of France. Unto whose grace our passion is as subject, Yea, strike the dauphin blind to look on us. As are our wretches fetter'd in our prisons ; | And tell the pleasant princes, this mock of his Therefore, with frank and with uncurb'd plainness | Hath turn’d bis balls to gun-stones; and his soul Tell us the dauphin's mind.

Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance Amb.

Thus, then, in few. That shall fly with them ; for many a thousand Your highness, lately sending into France,

widows

[bands; Did claim some certain dukedoms, in the right Shall this his mock mock out of their dear busOf your great predecessor, King Edward the Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down: Third.

And some are yet ungotten and unborn,
In answer of which claim, the prince our master That shall have cause to curse the dauphin's
Says, that you savour too much of your youth ;

scorn.
And bids you be advis'd, there's nought in France | But this lies all within the will of God,
That can be with a nimble galliard woni; | To whom I do appeal ; and in whose name,
You cannot revel into dukedoms there.

| Tell you the dauphin, I am coming on
He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit, To venge me as I may, and to put forth
This tun of treasure ; and, in lieu of this, My rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause.
Desires you, let the dukedoms that you claim So, get you hence in peace; and tell the dauphin,
Hear no more of you. This the dauphin speaks. His jest will savour but of shallow wit,
K. Hen. What treasure, uncle ?

When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it. Exe.

Tennis-balls, my liege. Convey them with safe conduct.--Fare you well. K. Hen, We are glad the dauphin is so pleasant

[Exeunt Ambassadors. with us;

АСТ III. SCENE.- Before the gates of Harfleur, Governor Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit

and Citizens on the wall. Enter King HENRY To his full height!-On, on, you noblest English, and his Army.

| Whose blood is got from fathers of war-proof! K. Hen. Once more unto the breach, dear friends,

Fathers that, like so many Alexanders, once more;

Have in these parts from morn till even fought, Or close the wall up with our English dead.

And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man

Be copy now to men of grosser blood, As modest stillness and humility;

And teach them how to war!- And you, good But when the blast of war blows in our ears,

yeomen,

Whose limbs were made in England, show us here Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,

The mettle of your pasture; let us swear Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage ;

That you are worth your breeding ; which I Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;

doubt not; Let it pry through the portage of the head,

For there is none of you so mean and base
Like the brass cannon: let the brow o'erwhelm it. That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
As fearfully as doth a galled rock

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
O'er hang and jutty his confounded base,

Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Swill’d with the wild and wasteful ocean.

Follow your spirit: and upon this charge, Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide;

Cry-God for Harry! England ! and Saint George!

[Exeunt. Flourish of trumpets.

SCENE. — The same. Enter KING HENRY and his , O’erblows the filthy and contagious clouds
Train.

Of deadly murther, spoil, and villainy.
K. Hen. How yet resolves the governor of the

f the If not, why, in a moment, look to see town?

Your fathers taken by the silver beards, This is the latest parle we will admit;

And their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls; Therefore, to our best mercy give yourselves;

Your naked infants spitted upon pikes; Or, like to men of proud destruction,

Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confus'd Defy us to the worst: for, as I am a soldier,

Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry (A name that, in my thoughts, becomes me best),

At Herod’s bloody-hunting slaughtermen. If I begin the battery once again,

What say you will you yield, and this avoid ? I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur

Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd ? Till in her ashes she lie buried.

Gov. Our expectation hath this day an end : The gates of mercy shall be all shut up;

The dauphin, whom of succours we entreated, And the flesh'd soldier, rough and hard of heart,

Returns us — that his powers are yet not ready In liberty of bloody hand shall range.

| To raise so great a siege. Therefore, great king, What is it then to me, if impious war,

We yield our town and lives to thy soft mercy : Array'd in flames, like to the prince of fiends,

Enter our gates; dispose of us and ours; Do, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats

For we no longer are defensible. Enlink'd to waste and desolation ?

K. Hen. Open your gates. -Come, uncle Exeter, What rein can hold licentious wickedness

Go you and enter Harfleur; there remain, When down the hill he holds his fierce career ?

And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French : We may as bootless spend our vain command

Use mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle, Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil,

The winter coming on, and sickness growing As send precepts to the Leviathan

Upon our soldiers,—we will retire to Calais. To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur, 1.1

en of Harfleur To-night in Harfleur will we be your guest; Take pity of your town, and of your people,

To-morrow for the march are we address'd. Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command;

[Flourish. The KING, &c. enter the town. Wbiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace

ACT IV.

SCENE.—The English camp at Agincourt. The farced* title running 'fore the king,

The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp
King Henry alone.

| That beats upon the high shore of this world,
O hard condition ! twin-born with greatness, No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony,
Subject to the breath of every fool, whose sense Not all these, laid in bed majestical,
No more can feel but his own wringing!

Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave;
What infinite hearts ease must kings neglect And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,
That private men enjey?

Winding up days with toil, and nights with sleep,
And what have kirgs that privates have not too, Had the forehand and vantage of a king.
Save ceremony, save general ceremony?

| The slave, a member of the country's peace, And what art thou, thou idol ceremony!

Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots What kind of god art thou, that suffer’st more What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace, Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers ? | Whose hours the peasant best advantages., What are thy rents? what are thy comings in ? O ceremony, show me but thy worth?

Enter ERPINGHAM.
What is thy soul of adoration ?

Er. My lord, your nobles seek through
Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form, | Your camp to find you.
Creating awe and fear in other men ?

K. Hen. Good old knight,
Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd

Collect them all together at my tent: Than they in fearing. .

I'll be before thee there. What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, Erp. I shall do so, my lord, But poison'd flattery? 0, be sick, great greatness, K. Hen. O God of Battles, steel my soldiers' And bid thy ceremony give thee cure.

hearts ! Think'st thou, the fiery fever will go out

Possess them not with fear! Take from them now With titles blown from adulation ?

The sense of reckoning of the opposed numbers ! Will it give place to flexure and low bending? | Pluck their hearts from them not to-day, O Lord, Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's O not to-day! Think not upon the fault knee,

| My father made in compassing the crown! Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream, I Richard's body hath interred new; That play'st so subtly with a king's repose; And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears I am a king that find thee; and I know, | Than from it issued forced drops of blood. 'Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball, Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay, The sword, the mace, the crown imperial, Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up. Tbe inter-tissued robe of gold and pearl,

* Farced moans stuffed.

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Toward Heaven, to pardon blood; and I have | SCENE.- Part of the field of Battle at Aginbuilt

court, Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests |

Enter King HENRY and Forces; EXETER, and

Pinton Wind Uppy me Still sing for Richard's soul. More will I do ;

others. Though all that I can do is nothing worth ; Since that my penitence comes after all,

K. Hen. Well bave we done, thrice valiant Imploring pardon.

[Exit.

countrymen:

But all's not done, yet keep the French the field. SCENE.- The English Cainp.

Exe. The Duke of York commends him to your Enter GLOSTER, BEDFORD, WESTMORELAND, and

majesty. others.

K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle ? thrice within i West. O that we now had here

this hour

I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting ; Enter King HENRY.

From helmet to the spur, all blood he was. But one ten thousand of those men in England Exe. In which array (brave soldier !) doth he Tbat do no work to-day!

lie, K. Hen.

What's he that wishes so? Larding the plain : and by his bloody side My cousin Westmoreland :--No, my fair cousin : (Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds) If we are mark'd to die, we are enow

I be noble Earl of Suffolk also lies. To do our country loss; and if to live,

Suffolk first died: and York, all haggled over, The fewer men the greater share of honour. Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd, God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. | And takes him by the beard; kisses the gashes, By Jove, I am not covetous for gold;

That bloodily did yawn upon his face ; Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost:

And cries aloud,—“ Tarry, my cousin Suffolk ! It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; | My soul shall thine keep company to heaven: Such outward things dwell not in my desires : Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly abreast; But if it be a sin to covet honour,

As, in this glorious and well-foughten field, I am the most offending soul alive.

We kept together in our chivalry!” No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up : God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour, He smiled me in the face, raught* me bis hand, As one man more, methinks, would share from me, and with a feeble gripe, says,-“Dear my lord, For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one Commend my service to my sovereign." more :

So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips; host,

And so, espous'd to death, with blood he seald That he which hath no stomach to this fight, A testament of noble-ending love. Let him depart; his passport shall be made, The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd And crowns for convoy put into his purse : Those waters from me, wbich I would bave We would not die in that man's company

stopp'd; That fears his fellowship to die with us.

But I had not so much of man in me,
This day is called the feast of Crispian;

And all my mother came into mine eyes,
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, And gave me up to tears.
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,

K. Hen.

I blame you not; And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

For, hearing this, I must perforce compound He that shall live this day, and see old age, With mistful eyes, or they will issue too.Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,

[Alarum, And say, To-morrow is Saint Crispian :

But, hark; what new alarum is this same ?-Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars: The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd men: And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day. | Then every soldier kill his prisoners ; Old men forget; yet shall not all forget, |Give the word through. But he'll remember with advantages,

Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my What feats he did that day: Then shall our names,

liege. Familiar in their mouths as household words, Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us’d to be. Ilarry the king, Bedford, and Exeter,

K. Hen. How now! what means this, herald ? Warwick, and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,

know'st thou not Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd: That I have fined these bones of mine for ransom ? This story shall the good man teach his son ; Com'st thou again for ransom ? And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,

Mont.

No, great king, From this day to the ending of the world, I come to thee for charitable licence, But we in it shall be remember'd:

That we may wander o'er this bloody field, We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; To book our dead, and then to bury them; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me, | To sort our nobles from our common men : Shall le my brother; be he ne'er so vile,

For many of our princes (woe the while !) This day shall gentle bis condition :

Lie drown'd and soak’d in mercenary blood And gentlemen in England, now a-bed,

(So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not in blood of princes); and their wounded steeds here;

Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild rage, And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters, That fought with us upon St. Crispin's day.

* Reached.

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