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;
But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim:
And my poor soldiers tell me, yet, ere night,
They'll be in fresher robes; or they will pluck
The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers'
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;

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

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

West dispose 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?

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

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 hearεux que je suis tombé entre les mains d'un cheva

Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and mark ;

O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox, + Except, O signieur, thou do give to me Egregious ransom.

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.

Bar

[Exit PISTOL. Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine. I did never know so full a voice issue from so [Exit FRENCH SOLDIER. empty a heart: but the saying is truc,-The empty vessel makes the greatest sound. dolph and Nym had ten times more valour than this roaring devil i'the old play, that every 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.

Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty

• Vanguard.

Battle.

Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but shame!

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, ↑
His fairest daughter is contaminate.

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

Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives

mous sword cutler of the name of Fox.

The diaphragm. Pieces of money.

Lascivious. Chastise.

Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, To smother up the English in our throngs, If any order might be thought upon.

Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the throug;

Let life be short; else, shame will be too long. [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 :

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

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

I 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
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;

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 augers, 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 judgments, is turn away the fat knight with the great pelly-doublet: he was fuil of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks; I am forget his name.

Gow. Sir John Falstaff.

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

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

men :

Then every soldier kill his prisoners; Give the word through.

[Exeunt.

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, 's 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. Oh! '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.

• Reachod.

K. Hen. How now, what means this, herald ? know'st thou not,

That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ransom?

Com'st thou again for ransom ↑

Mont. No, great king:

I come to thee for charitable license,
That we may wander o'er this bloody field.
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
In blood of princes ;) and their wounded steeds
Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild rage,
Yerk out their armed heels at their dead mas
ters,

Killing them twice. O give us leave, great king
To view the field in safety, and dispose,
of their dead bodies.

K. Hen. I tell thee truly, herald,

I know not if the day be our's or uo;

• Scout.

To welcome him? much more, and much more cause,

Did they this Harry. Now in London place bim;

(As yet the lamentation of the French

nvites 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 chanc'd, Till Harry's back-return again to France; There must we bring him; and myself have play'd

The interim, by remembering you-'tis past. Then brook abridginent; and your eyes ad.

vance

After your thought, straight back again to
France. ⚫
[Exil.
SCENE 1.-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, lowsy, pragging knave, Pistol, which you and yourself, and all the 'orld, know to be no petter than a fellow, look you now, of no me rits, he is come to me, and prings me pread and salt yesterday, look you, and bid me eat my leek it was in a place where I could not breed no contentions with him; but I will be so pold as to wear it in my cap till I see him once again, and then I will tell him a little piece of my desires.

Enter PISTOL.

Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock.

Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his turkey-cocks.-Got pless you, ancient Pistol, you scurvey, lowsy knave, Got bless you!

Pist. Hal art thou Bedlam? dost thou thirst, base Trojan,

To have me fold up Parca's fatal web? +
Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek.

Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lowsy knave, at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eat, look you, this leek; because, look you, you do not love it, nor your affections, and your appetites, and your digestious, does not agree with it, I would desire you to

eat it.

Pist. Not for Cadwallader, and all his goats.

Flu. There is one goat for you. [Strikes him.] Will you be so goot, scald kuave, as eat it?

Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die.

Flu. You say very true, scald knave, when Got's will is: I will desire you to live in the mean time, and eat your victuals; come, there is sauce for it. [Striking him again.] You called me yesterday, mountain-squire; but I will make you to day a squire of low degree. I pray you fall to; if you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek.

Gow. Enough, captain; you have astonished him.

Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or I will peat his pate four days :Pite, I pray you; it is goot for your green wound, and your ploody coxcoinb.

Pist. Must I bite ?

Flu. Yes, certainly; and out of doubt, and out of questions too, and ambiguities.

Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge; I eat, and eke I swear

Henry did not strike a blow in France, for two years after the decisive battle of Agincourt; but imme diately concluded a truce for that period.--Hume.

1 Dost thou desire to have me put thee to death?" * Stunned.

Pist. Me a groat!

Pist. Yes, verily, and in truth, you shall take it; or I have another leek in my pocket, which you shall eat.

Pist. I take thy groat, in earnest of revenge. Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cudgels; you shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels. God be wi' you, and keep you, and heal your pate. [Exit.

Pist. All hell shall stir for this. Gow. Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly knave. Will you mock at an ancient tradition,

begun upon an honourable respect, and worn as a memorable trophy of predeceased valour,and dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words? I have seen you gleeking and galling at this gentleman twice or thrice. You thought because he could not speak English in the na tive garb, he could not therefore handle an En glish cudgel: you find it otherwise; and henceforth let a Welsh correction teach you a good English condition. † Fare ye well.

SCENE II.-Troyes in Champagne.-An Apartment in the French King's Palace. Enter, at one door, King HENRY, BEDFORD, GLOSTER, EXETER, WARWICK, WESTMORKLAND, and other Lords; at another; the FRENCH KING, Queen ISABEL, the Princess KATHARINE, Lords, Ladies, &c. the Duke of BURGUNDY, and his Train.

K. Hen. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met!

Unto our brother France, and to our sister, Health and fair time of day, joy and good wishes [rine; To our most fair and princely cousin KathaAnd (as a branch and member of this royalty, By whom this great assembly is contriv'd,) We do salute you, duke of Burgundy ;Aud princes French, and peers, health to you all !

Fr. King. Right joyous are we to behold your face,

Most worthy brother England; fairly met:
So are you, princes English, every one.

Q. Isa. So happy be the issue, brother Erg

land,