Bates. I do not desire he should answer for me; and yet I determine to fight lustily for him. [would not be ransomed. K. Hen. I myself heard the king say, he Will. Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheerfully; but when our throats are cut, he may be ransomed, and we ne'er the wiser. K. Hen. If I live to see it, I will never trust his word after.

and in him that escapes, it were not sin to And what art thou, thou idol ceremony? think, that making God so free an offer, he let | What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more him outlive that day to see his greatness, and Of mortal griefs, than do thy worshippers? to teach others how they should prepare. What are thy rents? what are thy comings-in? Will. 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, O ceremony, show me but thy worth! the ill upon his own head, the king is not to What is thy soul of adoration? [form, answer it. Art thou aught else but place, degree, and Creating awe and fear in other men? Wherein thou art less happy, being fear'd, Than they in fearing. [sweet, What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage But poison'd flattery? O, be sick, great greatAnd bid thy ceremony give thee cure! [ness, Think'st thou the fiery fever will go out With titles blown from adulation? Will it give place to flexure and low bending? Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's knee, [dream, Command the health of it? No, thou proud That play'st so subtly with a king's repose: I am a king, that find thee; and I know 'Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball, The sword, the mace, the crown imperial, The inter-tissu'd robe of gold and pearl, The farced title running 'fore the king, The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp That beats upon the high shore of this world, No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony, Not all these, laid in bed majestical, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave, Who, with a body fill'd, and vacant mind, Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread;

Will. You pay him then! That's a perilous shot out of an elder gun, that a poor and a private displeasure can do against a monarch! You may as well go about to turn the sun to ice with fanning in his face with a peacock's feather. You'll never trust his word after! come, 'tis a foolish saying.

K. Hen. Your reproof is something too round: I should be angry with you, if the time were convenient.

Will. Let it be a quarrel between us, if you
K. Hen. I embrace it.
[live.

Will. How shall I know thee again?
K. Hen. Give me any gage of thine, and I
will wear it in my bonnet: then, if ever thou
darest acknowledge it, I will make it my
quarrel.
[of thine.
Will. Here's my glove: give me another
K. Hen. There.

Will. This will I also wear in my cap: if ever thou come to me and say, after to-morrow, "This is my glove," by this hand, will take thee a box on the ear. [lenge it. K. Hen. If ever I live to see it, I will chalWill. Thou darest as well be hanged. K. Hen. Well, I will do it, though I take thee in the king's company.

Will. Keep thy word: fare thee well. Bates. Be friends, you English fools, be friends: we have French quarrels enow, if you could tell how to reckon.

K. Hen. Indeed, the French may lay twenty
French crowns to one, they will beat us; for
they bear them on their shoulders: but it is no
English treason to cut French crowns; and
to-morrow the king himself will be a clipper.
[Exeunt Soldiers.
Upon the king!-let us our lives, our souls,
Our debts, our careful wives, our children, and
Our sins, lay on the king.
We must bear all.

O hard condition! twin-born with greatness,
Subject to the breath of every fool, whose sense
No more can feel but his own wringing!
What infinite heart's ease must kings neglect,
That private men enjoy!
[too,
And what have kings, that privates have not
Save ceremony, save general ceremony?

Never sees horrid night, the child of hell;
But, like a lackey, from the rise to set,
Sweats in the eye of Phoebus, and all night
Sleeps in Elysium; next day, after dawn,
Doth rise, and help Hyperion to his horse;
And follows so the everr-unning year
With profitable labour to his grave:
And, but for ceremony, such a wretch, [sleep,
Winding up days with toil, and nights with
Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king.
The slave, a member of the country's peace,
Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots,
What watch the king keeps to maintain the
peace,

Whose hours the peasant best advantages.
Enter Erpingham.

Erp. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your
absence,

Seek through your camp to find you.
K. Hen.
Good old knight,
Collect them all together at my tent:
I'll be before thee.

[say?

And all is done. Then, let the trumpets sound The tucket-sonance, and the note to mount :

K. Hen.
What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland?—No, my fair
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow [cousin:]
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:
Nor 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.

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

Without more help, could fight this royal battle!
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 :

[land: For certainly thou art so near the gulf, [mercy,

No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from Eng-Thou needs must be englutted.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an The Constable desires thee thou wilt mind
[me, Thy followers of repentance; that their souls
May make a peaceful and a sweet retire
From off these fields, where, wretches, their
Must lie and fester.
[poor bodies
K. Hen.
Who hath sent thee now?
Mont. The Constable of France.
K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer

To smother up the English in our throngs,
If any order might be thought upon. [throng:
Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the
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 :
[field.
But all's not done; yet keep the French the
Exe. The duke of York commends him to
your majesty.
[this hour
K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle? thrice within
I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting;
From helmet to the spur all blood he was. [lie,
Exe. In which array, brave soldier, doth he
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
Commend my service to my sovereign.' [lord,
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,
And 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.

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.

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 Mcnmouth: 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 alike 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. It is not well done, mark you now, to take the tales out of my mouth, ere it is made and finished. I speak but in the figures and comparisons of it: as Alexander killed his friend Clytus, being in his ales and his cups; so also Harry Monmouth, being in his right wits and his good judgments, turned away the fat knight with the great pelly-doublet: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks; I have forgot his name.

Gow. Sir John Falstaff.

Flu. That is he :-I'll tell you, there is goot men porn at Monmouth.

Gow. Here comes his majesty.

Enter King Henry, with a part of the English forces; Warwick, Gloster, Exeter, and others.

[Alarum. But hark! what new alarum is this same?The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd Then, every soldier kill his prisoners; [men :-Alarum. 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 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

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,