K. Hen. Well, I will do it, though I take thee in Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls, 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. Our debts, our careful wives, our children, and Whose sense no more can feel but his own wringing! And what have kings, that privates have not too, What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form? What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, Will it give place to flexure and low bending? Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's knee, Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream, That play'st so subtly with a king's repose: I am a king, that find thee; and I know, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave, [Exit. I shall do't, my lord. Erp. Possess them not with fear: take from them now And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears, Do but behold yon poor and starved band, That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, them, The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of Yond' island carrions, desperate of their bones, Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips, Con. They have said their prayers, and they stay for death. Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh suits, And give their fasting horses provender, Con. I stay but for my guard. On, to the field! SCENE III.-The English Camp. Enter the English Host; GLOSTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, SALISBURY, and WESTMORELAND. Glo. Where is the king? Bed. The king himself is rode to view their battle. West. Of fighting men they have full threescore thousand. Exe. There's five to one; besides, they all are fresh. Sal. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds. God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge: If we no more meet, till we meet in heaven, Then, joyfully,—my noble lord of Bedford, My dear lord Gloster,-and my good lord Exeter,And my kind kinsman,-warriors all, adieu! Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck go with thee! Exe. Farewell, kind lord. Fight valiantly today: And yet O! that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England, K. Hen. What's he, that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland ?-No, my fair cousin : If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, I am the most offending soul alive. No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour, As one man more, methinks, would share from me, For the best hope I have. O! do not wish one more: Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he, which hath no stomach to this fight, Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with The French are bravely in their battles set, K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds be so. West. Perish the man whose mind is backward now! 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, 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.- Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, king If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, 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 And draw their honours reeking up to heaven, Let me speak proudly:-Tell the Constable, Mont. I shall, king Harry: and so fare thee well. Thou never shalt hear herald any more. [Exit. Pist. O! signieur Dew should be a gentleman. 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. Fr. Sol. O, prenez misericorde! ayez pitié de moy! Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty moys; For I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat, In drops of crimson blood. Fr. Sol. Est il impossible d'eschapper la force de ton bras? Pist. Brass, cur? Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat, 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 ? Boy. He says his name is master Fer. Pist. Master Fer! I'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 à vous dire que vous faites vous prest; car ce soldat icy est disposé tout à cette heure de couper vostre gorge. Pist. Ouy, couper le gorge, par ma foy, peasant, 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 le 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 à 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 one (as he thinks) the most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy seigneur of England. Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.— Follow me! [Exit PISTOL. Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine.—[Exit French Soldier.] I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true, the empty vessel makes the greatest sound. Bardolph, 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. SCENE V.-Another part of the Field of Battle. Alarums. Enter DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, BOURBON, CONSTABLE, RAMBURES, and others. Con. O diable! Orl. O seigneur !—le jour est perdu! tout est perdu! Dau. Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all! Sit mocking in our plumes.-O meschante fortune!— shame! Let us die in honour.-Once more back again; Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now! Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives. Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, Bour. The devil take order now. I'll to the throng: 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. Exe. 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; Exe. In which array, brave soldier, doth he lie, Suffolk first died; and York, all haggled over, The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd I blame you not; K. Hen. 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 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 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. 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 world, 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 |