Mont. The day is yours. [strength, for it! K. Hen. Praisèd be God, and not our What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by? Mont. They call it Agincourt. K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when K. Hen. Then call we this the field of Agin-thou meet'st the fellow. Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.

'orld.

Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick. answer for it, if there is any martial law in the If that the soldier strike him, (as, I judge By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word,) Some sudden mischief may arise of it; For I do know Fluellen valiant, And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder, And quickly will return an injury: [them.- K. Hen. It was ourself thou didst abuse. Follow, and see there be no harm between Will. Your majesty came not like yourself: Go you with me, uncle of Exeter. [Exeunt. you appeared to me but as a common man; witness the night, your garments, your lowliPavilion.ness; and what your highness suffered under that shape, I beseech you, take it for your own fault, and not mine: for had you been as I took you for, I made no offence; therefore, I beseech your highness, pardon me. K. Hen. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns,

[faction? K. Hen. How canst thou make me satisWill. All offences, my liege, come from the heart: never came any from mine that might offend your majesty.

SCENE VIII.-Before King Henry's
Enter Gower and Williams.

Will. I warrant it is knight to you, captain.
Enter Fluellen.

Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I
peseech you now, come apace to the king:
there is more goot toward you, peradventure,
than is in your knowledge to dream of.
Will. Sir, know you this glove? [a glove.
Fla. Know the glove! I know, the glove is
Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it.
[Strikes him.
Flu. 'Sblood? an arrant traitor, as any's in
the universal 'orld, or in France, or in England.
Gow. How now, sir! you villain !
Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn?
Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will
give treason his payment into plows, I warrant
Will. I am no traitor.
[you.
Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.-I charge
you in his majesty's name, apprehend him he
is a friend of the duke Alençon's.

:

Enter Warwick and Gloucester. War. How now, how now! what's the matter?

Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is, praised be Got for it! a most contagious treason come to light, look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Here is his majesty.

Enter King Henry and Exeter.

K. Hen. How now! what's the matter? Flu. My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, look your grace, has struck the glove which your majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon.

Will. My liege, this was my glove; here is the fellow of it; and he that I gave it to in change promised to wear it in his cap: I promised to strike him, if he did I met this man with my glove in his cap, and I have been as good as my word.

Flu. Your majesty hear now, (saving your majesty's manhood,) what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lousy knave it is: I hope your majesty is pear me testimony, and witness, and avouchments, that this is the glove of Alençon, that your majesty is give me, in your conscience, now.

K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier: look, here is the fellow of it.

'Twas I, indeed, thou promisedst to strike; And thou hast given me most bitter terms.

Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck

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.

Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in his pelly.-Hold, there is twelve pence for you, and I pray you to serve Got, and keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, and dissensions; and, I warrant you, it is the petter for you.

Will. I will none of your money.

Flu. It is with a goot will; I can tell you, it will serve you to mend your shoes: come, wherefore should you be so pashful? your shoes is not so goot: 'tis a good silling, I warrant you, or I will change it.

Enter an English Herald.

K. Hen. Now, herald; are the dead
number'd?

Her. Here is the number of the slaughter'd
French.
[Delivers a paper.

K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are
[the king;

taken, uncle?

Exe. Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to John duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt; Of other lords and barons, knights and 'squires, Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand French [number, That in the field lie slain of princes, in this And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead One hundred twenty-six: added to these, Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen, Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which, [knights:

:

Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd
So that, in these ten thousand they have lost,
There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries;
The rest are princes, barons, lords, knights,
And gentlemen of blood and quality. [squires,
The names of those their nobles that lie dead,
Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France;
Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France
The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures;
Great-master of France, the brave Sir Guis-
chard Dauphin;

thought,

John duke of Alençon; Antony duke of Bra- In the quick forge and working-house of
The brother to the duke of Burgundy; [bant,
And Edward duke of Bar: of lusty earls, How London doth pour out her citizens !
Grandpré, and Roussi, Fauconberg, and Foix, The mayor, and all his brethren, in best sort,-
Beaumont, and Marle, Vaudemont, and Les-Like to the senators of th' antique Rome,
Here was a royal fellowship of death! [trale.
Where is the number of our English dead?
[Herald presents another paper.
Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk,
Sir Richard Kelly, Davy Gam, esquire:
None else of name: and of all other men,
But five and twenty.-O God, thy arm was
And not to us, but to thy arm alone, [here;
Ascribe we all !-When, without stratagem,
But in plain shock and even play of battle,
Was ever known so great and little loss,
On one part and on th' other?- Take it, God,
For it is none but thine!

K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the
village :

And be it death proclaimed through our host,
To boast of this, or take the praise from God,
Which is his only.

Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell how many is killed?

K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this ac-
That God fought for us. [knowledgment,
Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great
[goot.
K. Hen. Do we all holy rites:
Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum;
The dead with charity enclos'd in clay :
We'll then to Calais; and to England then ;
Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy

the story,

That I may prompt them and of such 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
Toward Calais: grant him there; there seen,
Heave him away upon your winged thoughts
Athwart the sea. Behold, the English beach
Pales in the flood with men, with wives, and
boys,
[mouth'd sea,
Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep-
Which, like a mighty whiffler 'fore the king,
Seems to prepare his way: so let him land,
And solemnly see him set on to London.
So swift a pace hath thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Blackheath;
Where that his lords desire him to have borne
His bruised helmet and his bended sword,
Before him, through the city: he forbids it,
Being free from vainness and self-glorious
Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent, [pride;
Quite from himself to God. But now behold,

With the plebeians swarming at their heels,—
Go forth, and fetch their conquering Cæsar in :
As, by a lower but by loving likelihood,
Were now the general of our gracious empress
(As in good time he may) from Ireland coming,
Bringing rebellion broached on his sword,
How many would the peaceful city quit,
To welcome him! much more, and much more

cause,

Did they this Harry. Now in London place
(As yet the lamentation of the French [him;
Invites 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 rememb'ring you-'tis past.
Then brook abridgment; and your eyes
advance,

After your thoughts, straight back again to
France.
[Exit.

SCENE I.-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, lousy, pragging knave, Pistol,——— which you and yourself, and all the 'orld, know to be no petter than a fellow, look you now, of no merits, 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.

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

Enter Pistol.

Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor
his turkey-cocks.
[lousy knave,
Got pless you, ancient Pistol! you scurvy,
Got pless you!
[thirst, base Trojan,

Pist. Ha! art thou Bedlam? dost thou
To have me fold up Parca's fatal web?
Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek.

Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lousy
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 affec-
tions, and your appetites, and your digestions,
does not agree with it, I would desire you to
eat it.
I

Pist. Not for Cadwallader and all his goats.

Flu. [Strikes him.] There is one goat for And patches will I get unto these cudgell'd

you.

Will you be so goot, scald knave, as eat it?
Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die.

You

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: [striking him again,] come, there is sauce for it. called me yesterday, mountain-squire, but I will make you to-day a squire of low degree. pray you, fall to: if you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek. [him. Gow. Enough, captain: you have astonished 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 coxcomb.

Pist. Must I bite?

Flu. Yes, certainly, and out of doubt, and out of question too, and ambiguities. Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge: I eat, and eat, I swear

Flu. Eat, I pray you will you have some more sauce to your leek? there is not enough leek to swear by.

Pist. Quiet the cudgel; thou dost see I eat. Flu. Much goot do you, scald knave, heartily. Nay, pray you, throw none away; the skin is good for your proken coxcomb. When you take occasions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock at 'em; that is all. Pist. Good. Flu. Ay, leeks is goot :-hold you, there is a groat to heal your pate. Pist. Me a groat! Flu. Yes, verily and in truth, you shall take it; or I have another leek in my pocket, which you shall eat.

scars,

And swear I got them in the Gallia wars. [Exit.
SCENE II.-France. An Apartment in the
French King's Palace.

Enter, from one side, King Henry, Bedford,

Gloster, Exeter, Warwick, Westmoreland, and other Lords; from the other side, 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

To our most fair and princely cousin Katharine;
And, as a branch and member of this royalty,
By whom this great assembly is contriv'd,
We do salute you, duke of Burgundy ; [all.
And, princes French, and peers, health to you
Fr. King. Right joyous are we to behold

your face,

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

Q. Isa. So happy be the issue, brother Eng-
Of this good day and of this gracious meeting,
As we are now glad to behold your eyes;
Your eyes, which hitherto have borne in them
Against the French, that met them in their
The fatal balls of murd ring basilisks: [bent,
The venom of such looks, we fairly hope,
Have lost their quality; and that this day
Shall change all griefs and quarrels into love.
K. Hen. To cry amen to that, thus we
appear.

[you.

Q. Isa. You English princes all, I do salute Bur. My duty to you both, on equal love, Great kings of France and England! That I have labour'd, [deavours,

Pist. I take thy groat in earnest of revenge. Flu. If I owe you anything, 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. With all my wits, my pains, and strong enGow. Go, go; you are a counterfeit cow-To bring your most imperial majesties ardly knave. Will you mock at an ancient Unto this bar and royal interview, [ness. tradition, begun upon an honourable respect, Your mightiness on both parts best can witand worn as a memorable trophy of prede-Since, then, my office hath so far prevail'd, ceased valour, and dare not avouch in your That face to face, and royal eye to eye, deeds any of your words? I have seen you You have congreeted, let it not disgrace me, gleeking and galling at this gentleman twice or If I demand, before this royal view, thrice. You thought, because he could not speak English in the native garb, he could not therefore handle an English cudgel: you find it otherwise; and henceforth, let a Welsh correction teach you a good English condition. Fare ye well. [Exit. Pist. Doth fortune play the huswife with me now?

News have I that my Nell is dead i' the spital
Of malady of France;

And there my rendezvous is quite cut off.
Old I do wax; and from my weary limbs
Honour is cudgell'd. Well, bawd will I turn,
And something lean to cutpurse of quick hand.
To England will I steal, and there I'll steal:

What rub, or what impediment, there is,
Why that the naked, poor, and mangled
Peace,

Dear nurse of arts, plenties, and joyful births,
Should not, in this best garden of the world,
Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage?
Alas, she hath from France too long been
chas'd,

And all her husbandry doth lie on heaps,
Corrupting in its own fertility.

Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart,
Unpruned dies: her hedges even-pleached,
Like prisoners wildly over-grown with hair,
Put forth disorder'd twigs: her fallow leas
The darnel, hemlock, and rank fumitory,

Kath. Your majesty shall mock at me; I cannot speak your England.

K. Hen. O fair Katharine, if you will love me soundly with your French heart, I will be glad to hear you confess it brokenly with your English tongue. Do you like me, Kate? Kath. Pardonnez moy, I cannot tell vat is [burs,-like me.

Doth root upon, while that the coulter rusts,
That should deracinate such savagery;
The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth
The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover,
Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank,
Conceives by idleness, and nothing teems
But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies,
Losing both beauty and utility.
And as our vineyards, fallows, meads, and
hedges,

Defective in their natures, grow to wildness,
Even so our houses, and ourselves and children,
Have lost, or do not learn, for want of time,
The sciences that should become our country;
But grow, like savages,—as soldiers will,
That nothing do but meditate on blood,-
To swearing and stern looks, diffus'd attire,
And everything that seems unnatural.
Which to reduce into our former favour,
You are assembled and my speech entreats
That I may know the let, why gentle Peace
Should not expel these inconveniences,
And bless us with her former qualities.

K. Hen. If, duke of Burgundy, you would

the peace,

eter,

K. Hen. An angel is like you, Kate; and you are like an angel.

Kath. Que dit-il ? que je suis semblable à les anges?

Alice. Ouy, vrayment, sauf vostre grace, ainsi dit-il.

K. Hen. I said so, dear Katharine; and I must not blush to affirm it.

Kath. O bon Dieu! les langues des hommes sont pleines des tromperies.

K. Hen. What says she, fair one? that the tongues of men are full of deceits?

Alice. Ouy, dat de tongues of de mans is be full of deceits: dat is de princess.

K. Hen. The princess is the better Englishwoman. I' faith, Kate, my wooing is fit for thy understanding: I am glad thou canst speak no better English; for, if thou couldst, thou wouldst find me such a plain king, that thou wouldst think I had sold my farm to buy my crown. I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say-I love you: then, if you urge me farther than to say-Do you in faith? I wear out my suit. Give me your answer; i' faith, do, and so clap hands and a bargain: how say you, lady?

Kath. Sauf vostre honneur, me understand

well.

K. Hen. Marry, if you would put me to verses, or to dance for your sake, Kate, why you undid me for the one, I have neither words nor measure; and for the other, I have

Whose want gives growth to the imperfections Which you have cited, you must buy that peace With full accord to all our just demands; Whose tenors and particular effects You have, enschedul'd briefly, in your hands. Bur. The king hath heard them; to the There is no answer made. [which as yet, K. Hen. Well then, the peace, Which you before so urg'd, lies in his answer. Fr. King. I have but with a cursorary eye O'er-glanc'd the articles: pleaseth your grace To appoint some of your council presently To sit with us once more, with better heed To re-survey them, we will suddenly Pass our accept, and peremptory answer. K. Hen. Brother, we shall.-Go, uncle Ex-no strength in measure, yet a reasonable mea[ter, sure in strength. If I could win a lady at And brother Clarence,—and you, brother Glos-leap-frog, or by vaulting into my saddle with Warwick, and Huntingdon,-go with the my armour on my back, under the correction And take with you free power to ratify, [king; of bragging be it spoken, I should quickly leap Augment, or alter, as your wisdoms best into a wife. Or if I might buffet for my love, Shall see advantageable for our dignity, or bound my horse for her favours, I could lay Anything in, or out of, our demands; on like a butcher, and sit like a jackanapes, And we'll consign thereto. Will you, fair never off. But before God, Kate, I cannot Go with the princes, or stay here with us? look greenly, nor gasp out my eloquence, nor Q. Isa. Our gracious brother, I will I have no cunning in protestation; only downwith them : right oaths, which I never use till urged, nor never break for urging. If thou canst love a fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth sun-burning, that never looks in his glass for love of anything he sees there,-let thine eye be thy cook. I speak to thee plain soldier: If thou canst love me for this, take me; if not, to say to thee that I shall die, is true,but for thy love, by the Lord, no; yet love thee too. And while thou livest, dear Kate, take a fellow of plain and uncoined constancy; for he perforce must do thee right, because he hath not the gift to woo in other places: for

[ter,

sis

go

Haply a woman's voice may do some good,
When articles, too nicely urg'd, be stood on.
K. Hen. Yet leave our cousin Katharine
here with us:

She is our capital demand, compris'd
Within the fore-rank of our articles.
Q. Isa. She hath good leave. [Alice.
[Exeunt all except K. Henry, Kath., and
K. Hen. Fair Katharine, and most fair!
Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms
Such as will enter at a lady's ear,

And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?