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That play'st so subtly with a king's repose ;

Dau, Via !_les eaux et la terreI am a king, that tind thee; and I know,

Orl. Rien puis ? l'air et le feu "Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball,

Dau. Ciel! cousin Orleans.-
The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,
The inter-tissued robe of gold and pearl,

Enter Constable.
The farced' title running 'fore the king,

Now, my lord constable ! The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp

Con. Hark, bow our steeds for present service That beats upon the high shore of this world,

neigh. No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony, Dau. Mount them, and make incision in their Not all these, laid in bed majestical, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave; That their hot blood may spin in English eyes, Who, with a body fill'd, and vacant mind, And dout* them with superfluous courage : Ha! Gets him to rest, cramı'd with distressful bread; Ram. What, will you have them weep our Never sees horrid night, the child of hell;

horses' blood ? But, like a lackey, from the rise to set,

How shall we then behold their natural tears? Sweats in the eye of Phæbus, and all night

Enter a Messenger. Sleeps in Elysium; next day, after dawn, Doth rise, and help Hyperion to his horse ; Mess. The English are embattled, you French And follows so the ever-running year,

peers. With profitable labour, to his grave:

Con. To horse, you gallant princes ! straight to And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,

horse ! Winding up days with toil, and nights with sleep, Do but behold yon poor and starved band, Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king. And your fair show shall suck away their souls, The slave, a member of the country's peace, Leaving them but the shales and husks of men. Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots,

There is not work enough for all our hands; What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace, Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins, Whose hours the peasant best advantages.

To give each naked curtle-axe a stain,

That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, Enler Erpingham.

And sheath for lack of spurt: let us but blow on Erp. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your ab them, sence,

The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. Seek through your camp to find you.

l'Tis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords, K. Hen.

Good old knight, That our superfluous lackeys, and our peasants,Collect them all together at my tent:

Who, in unnecessary action, swarm l'll be before thee.

About our squares of battle,-were enough Erp.

I shall do't, my lord. (E.rit. To purge this field of such a hilding' foc; K. Hen. O God of battles! steel my soldiers' Though we, upon this mountain's basis by, hearts !

Took stand for idle speculation: Possess them not with fear; take from them now But that our honours must not. What's to say? The sense of reckoning, is the opposed numbers

A very little little let us do, Pluck their hearts from them!-Not to-day, O Lord, And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound ( not to-day, think not upon the fault

The tucket-sonuance, and the note to mount: My father made in compassing the crown! For our approach shall so much dare the field, I Richard's body have interred new;

That England shall crouch down in fear, and yield. And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears,

Enter Grandpré.
Than from it issued forced drops of blood.
Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,

Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up

France ?
Towards heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones,
Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests III-favour’dly become the morning field :
Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do: Their ragged curtains' poorly are let loose,
Though all that I can do, is nothing worth; And our air shakes them passing scornfully.
Since that my penitence comes after all,

Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd host, Imploring pardon.

And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps.

Their horsemen set like fixed candlesticks,
Enter Gloster.

With torch-staves in their hand: and their poor jade. Glo. My liege!

Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips; K. Hen. My brother Gloster's voice ?-Ay; The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes; I know thy errand, I will go with thee:

And in their pale dull mouths the gimmale bit The day, my friends, and all things, stay for me. Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionless;

(Exeunt. And their executors, the knavish crows,

Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour. SCENE II.The French camp. Enter Dauphin, Description cannot suit itself in words, Orleans, Rambures, and others.

To démonstrate the life of such a battle Orl. The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords. In life so lifeless as it shows itself. Dau. Montez à chevd :-My horse! valel ! lac Con. They have said their prayers, and they stay

for death. Orl. O'brave spirit !

Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh

suits, (1) Farced is stuffed. The tumid puffy titles with which a king's name is introduced.

(54 Mean, despicable. (2) The sun.

(6) The name of an introduclory flourish on the (3) An old encouraging exclamation.

trumpet. 14) Do them out extinguish liem.

(7) Colours.

(s) Ring

quay! ha !

And give their fasting horses provender,

Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter, And after fight with them?

Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,-
Con. I stay but for my guard; On, to the tield : Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd:
I will the banner from a trumpet take,

This story shall the good man teach his son ;
And use it for my haste. Corne, come away! And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
The sun is high, and we outwear the day. (Exe. From this day to the ending of the world,

But we in it shall be remembered:
SCENE 111.— The English canıp: Enter the We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ;

English host; Gloster, Bedford, Exeter, Salis. For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me,
bury, and Westmoreland.

Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, Glo. Where is the king?

This day shall gentle his condition : Bed. The king himsell is rode to view their battle. And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Wesl. Ottighting men they have full threescore Shall think themselves accurs'd, they were not here; . thousand.

And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, Exe. There's five to one: besides, they all are That fought with us upon St. Crispin's day. fresh.

Enter Salisbury.
Sal. God's arm strike with us ! 'tis a fearful odds.
God be wi' you, princes all! I'll to my charge :

Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with

speed: If we no more meet, till we meet in heaven,

The French are bravelyin their battles set,
Then, joyfully,-my noble lord of Bedford, -
My dear lord Gloster,-and my good lord Exeter,— And will with all expedience charge on us.
And my kind kinsman,-warriors all, adieu !

K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds be 80. Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck

West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward

now! go with thee! Ere. Farewell, kind lord; fight valiantly to-day:

K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it,

England, cousin ? For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour.

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

alone,

(Exit Salisbury. Without more’help, might fight this battle out! Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness : Princely in both.

K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five

thousand men;
Wesi.
O that we now had here

Which likes me better, than to wish us one.-
Enter King Henry.

You know your places: God be with you all!
But one ten thousand of those men in England,
That do no work to-day!

Tucket. Enter Montjoy.
K. Hen.

What's he that wishes so? Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, king My cousin Westmoreland ?-No, my fair cousin :

Harry, If we are mark'd to die, we are enough

If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, To do our country loss; and if to live,

Before thy most assured overthrow: The fewer men, the greater share of honour. For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf, God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. Thou needs must be englutted.-Besides, in mercy, By Jove, I am not covetous for gold;

The constable desires thee thou wilt minds Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost; Thy followers of repentance; that their souls It yearns' me not, if men my garments wear; May make a peaceful and a sweet retire Such outward things dwell not in my desires : From off these fields, where (wretches) their poor But, if it be a sin to covet honour,

bodies I am the most offending soul alive.

Must lie and fester. No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: K. Hen.

Who hath sent thee now? God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour, Mont. The constable of France. As one man more, methinks, would share from me, K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer back : For the best hope I have, 0, do not wish one more: Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, Good God! why should they mock poor fellows That he, which hath no stomach to this fight,

thus ? . Let him depart; his passport shall be made, The man, that once did sell the lion's skin And crowns for convoy put into '.'s purse: While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him. We would not die in that man's company, A many of our bodies shall, no doubt, That fears his fellowship to die with us.

Find native graves; upon the which, I trust, This day is call'd-the feast of Crispian :

Shall witness live in brasse of this day's work: He, that outlives this day, and comes safe hume, And those that leave their valiant bones in France, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nar, u, Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills, And rouse him at the name of Crispia:..

They shall be fam'd; for there the sun shall greet He, that shall live this day, and ser old age,

them, Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends, And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; And say-to-morrow is Saint Crispian:

Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime, l'hen will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France. And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day. Mark then a bounding vrlour in our English; Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,

That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing,
But he'll remember, with advantages,

Break out into a second course of mischief,
What feats he did that day: Then shall our names, Killing in relapse of mortality.
Familiar in their mouths as household words, Let me speak proudly ;-Tell the constable,
(1) Grieves.

(3) Gallantly. (4) Expedition. (5) Remind. (2) i. e. This day shall advance him to the rank (6) i, e. In brazen plates anciently let into sombof a gentleman.

Istones.

ransom.

We are but warriors for the working-day:! faites vous prest; car ce soldat icy est disposé tout
Our gayness, and our gilt, are all besmirch'd: à cette heure de couper vostre gorge.
With rainy marching in the painful field;

Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma soy, pesant,
There's not a piece of feather in our host, Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns;
(Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly,) Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.
And time hath worn us into slovenry:

Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie pour l'amour de
But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim : Dieu, me pardonner ! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne
And my poor soldiers tell me-yet ere night maison : gardez ma vie, et je vous donneray deux
They'll be in fresher robes , or they will pluck cents escus,
The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads, Pist. What are his words?
And iurn them out of service. If they do this, Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a gen-
(As, if God please, they shall,) my ransom then tleman of a good house; and, for his ransom, he
Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour; will give you two hundred crowns.
Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald ; Pist. Tell him,-my fury shall abate, and I
They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints: The crowns will take.
Which is they have as I will leave 'em to them, Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il ?
Shall yield them little, tell the constable.

Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de
Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee well; pardonner aucun prisonnier ; neantmoins, pour
Thou never shalt hear herald any more. (Erit. les escus que vous l'avez promis, il est content de
K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again for vous donner la liberlé, le franchisement.

Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille

remerciemens : et je m'estime heureux que je suis Enter the Duke of York.

tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg plus brave, valiant, et tres distingué seigneur C'he leading of the vaward. *

d'Angleterre, K. Hen. Take it, brave York.--Now, soldiers,

Pist. Expound unto me, boy. march away :

Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!

thanks: and he esteems himself happy that he hath [Exeunt. fallen into the hands of (as he thinks) the mos!

brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of SCENE IV.-The field of battle. Alarums : England.

Excursions. Enter French Soldier, Pistol, and Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.-
Boy.

Follow me, cur.

(Erit Pistol. Pist. Yield, cur.

Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine. Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme

(Exit French Soldier. de bonne qualité.

I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty Pist. Quality, call you me?-Construe me, art a heart : but the saying is true, -The empty vessel thou a gentleman? What is thy name ? discuss.

makes the greatest sound. Bardolph, and Nym, Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu !

had ten times more valour than this roaring devil Pist, 0, signieur Dew should be a gentleman: i'the old play, that every one may pare his nails Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and mark;

with a wooden dagger; and they are both hanged ; O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox,'

and so would this be, if he durst steal any thing Except, O signieur, thou do give to me

adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys, with Egregious ransom.

the baggage of our camp: the French might have Fr. Sol, 0, preninez misericorde ! ayez pitié de a good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none

to guard it, but boys.

[Erit. Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty moys; SCENE V,Another part of the field of battle. For I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat,

Alarums. Enter Dauphin, Orleans, Bourbon, In drops of crimson blood.

Constable, Rambures, and others. Fr. Sol. Est-il impossible d'eschapper la force de ton bras ?

Con. O diable ! Pist. Brass, cur!

Orl. O seigneur !-le jour est perdu, tout est Thou damned and luxurious' mountain goat,

perdu ! Offer'st me brass ?

Dau. Mort de ma vie ! all is confounded, all !
Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy!

Reproach and everlasting shame
Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys ?'— Sits mocking in our plumes.-0 meschante for-
Come hither, boy; Ask me this slave in French,

tune! What is his name.

Donc run away.

(A short alarum. Boy. Escoutez; Comment estes-vous appellé ? Con.

Why, all our ranks are broke. Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer.

Dau. O perdurable1° ghame!-let's stab ourselves. Boy. He says, his name is—master Fer. Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for ?

Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk' him, and Orl. Is this the king we sent to for his ransom? ferret him :-discuss the same in French unto him. Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and fer

shame! ret, and firk.

Let us die instant: Once more back again ; Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat. And he that will not follow Bourbon now, Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur ?

Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand, Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door,

Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog, i (1) We are soldiers but coarsely dressed. (2) Golden show, superficial gilding.

(6) The diaphragm. (7) Lascivious. (3) Soiled. (4) Vanguard.

(8) Pieces of money.

(9) Chastise. (5) An old cant word for a sword, so called from (10) Lasting. a famous sword-cutler of the name of Fox.

(11) i. e. Who has no more gentility.

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His fairest daughter is contaminale.

Gower : What call you the town's name where Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now! Alexander the pig was born ? Let us, in heaps, go ofler up our lives

Gow. Alexander the great. Unto these English, or else die with fame.

Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? The Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the To smother up the English in our throngs, magnanimous, are all one reckoning, save the If any order might be thought upon.

phrase is a little variations. Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the Gow. I think, Alexander the great was born in throng;

Macedon; his father was called—Philip of MactLet life be short; else, shame will be too long. don, as I lake it.

[Exeunt. Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where Alexander SCENE VI. Another part of the field. Ala

is porn. I tell you, captain,-ir you look in the Enter King Henry and forces; Exeter, comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth,

maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the and others,

that the situations, look you, is both alike. There K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover countrymen :

a river at Monmouth; it is called Wye, at MonBut all's not done, yet keep the French the field. mouth: but it is out of my prains, what is the name Ere. The duke of York commends him to your of the other river ; but 'tis all one, 'tis so like as majesty.

my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle ? thrice, within both. If you mark Alexander's life well, Harry this hour,

of Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent well; I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting ; for there is figures in all things. Alexander, (God From helmet to the spur, all blood he was. knows, and you know,) in his rages, and his furies,

Exe. In which array (brave soldier) doth he lie, and his wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and Larding the plain: and by his bloody side his displeasures, and his indignations, and also being (Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,) a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and The noble earl of Suffolk also lies.

his angers, look you, kill his pest friend, Clytus. Suffolk first died; and York, all haggled over, Gow. Our king is not like him in that: he never Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd, killed any of his friends. And takes him by the beard ; kisses the gashes, Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take That bloodily did yawn upon his face;

tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and And cries aloud,— Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk ! finished. I speak but in the figures and compariMy soul shall thine keep company to heaven : sons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly a-breast; being in his ales and his cups ; so also Harry MonAs, in this glorious and well-foughien field, mouth, in right wits and his goot judgments, is We kept together in our chivalry!

turn away the fat knight with the great pelly doubUpon these words I came, and cheer'd him up: let: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knäveries, He smil'd me in the face, raught me his hand, and mocks ; I am forget his name. And, with a feeble gripe, says,-Dear my lord, Gov. Sir John Falstaff. Commend my service to my sovereign.

Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there is goot So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck

men porn at Monmouth.
He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips; Gow. Here comes his majesty.
And so, espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd'
A testament of noble-ending love.

Alarum. Enter King Henry, with a part of the The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd

English forces ; Warwick, Gloster, Exeter, and Those waters from me, which I would have stopp'd ;

others. But I had not so much of man in me,

K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to France But all my mother came into mine eyes,

Until this instant.-Take a trumpet, herald; And gave me up to tears.

Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill; K. Hen.

I blame you not ;

If they will fight with us, bid them come down
For, hearing this, I must perforce compound
With mistful eyes, or they will issue too.— Alarum. If they'll do neither, we will come to them,

Or void the field ; they do offend our sight:
But hark! what new alarum is this same? -
The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd men:— Enforced from the old Assyrian slings:

And make them skirr: away, as swift as stones Then every soldier kill his prisoners ;

Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have; Give the word through.

(Exeunt. And not a man of them, that we shall take, SCENE VII.-Another part of the field. Ala- Shall taste our mercy:-Go, and tell them so. Enter Fluellen and Gower.

Enter Montjoy. Flu. Kill the povs and the luggage! 'tis ex Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my pressly against the law of arms: 'lis as arrant a liege. piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be offered, Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be. in the 'orld: In your conscience now, is it not? K. Hen. How now, what means this, herald ?

Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive ; know'st thou not, and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the battle, That I have fin’d these bones of mine for ransom: have done this slaughter: besides, they have burned Com'st thou again for ransom? and carried away all that was in the king's tent ; Mont.

No, great king wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused I come to thee for charitable license, every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. 0, 'tis a That we may wander o'er this bloody field, gallant king!

To book our dead, and then to bury ihem ; Flu. Ay," he was porn at Monmouth, captain To sort our nobles from our common men;

For many of our princes (wo the while !) 11) Reached. (2) Scour. Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood;

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(So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs Itation is as arrant a villain, and a Jack sauce, as
In blood of princes ;) and their wounded steeds ever his plack shoe trod upon Got's ground and his
Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild rage, earth, in my conscience, la.
Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters, K. 'Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou
Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king, meet'st the fellow.
To view the field in safety, and dispose

Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.
Of their dead bodies.

K. Hen. Who servest thou under ?
K. llen.
I tell thee truly, herald,

Will. Under captain Gower, my liege.
I know not, is the day be ours, or no;

Flu. Gower is a goot captain ; and is goot knowFor yet a inany of your horsemen peer,

ledge and literature in the wars. And gallop o'er the field.

R. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier.
Mont.
The day is yours.
W’ill. I will, my liege.

(Ezil. K. lien. Praised be God, and not our strength, K. Hlen. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for it!

for me, and stick it in thy cáp: When Alençon and What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by ? mysell were down together, I plucked this glove Mon!. They call il-Agincourt.

from his helm: if any man challenge this, he is a K. Hen. Then call we this-the field of Agin- friend to Alençon and an enemy to our person; il court,

thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an thos Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus. dost love me.

Fu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an'ı Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as please your majesty, and your great-uncle Edward can be desired in the hearts of his subjects : I would ihe plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the sain see the min, that has but two legs, that shall chronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in tind himself aggriefed at this glove, that is all; but France.

I would tain see it once; an please Got of his grace, K. Hen. They did, Fluellen.

that I might see it. Flu. Your majesty says very true: if your ma K. Hen. Knowest thou Gower? jesties is remembered of it, the Welshman did goot Flu. He is iny dear friend, an please you. service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him leeks in their Monmouth caps; which, your majesty to my tent. knows, to this hour is an honourable padge of the Flu. I will fetch him.

(Erit. service; and, I do believe, your majesty takes no K. Hen. My lord of Warwick,--and my brother scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's day.

Gloster, K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour: Follow Fluellen closely at the heels : For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman. |The glove, which I have given him for a favour,

Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your May, haply, purchase him a box o' the ear; majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell It is the soldier's; 1, by bargain, should you that: Got pless it and preserve it, as long as Wear it myself. 'Follow, good cousin Warwick: it pleases his grace, and his majesty too!

If that the soldier strike him (as, I judge K. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman. By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word,)

Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's country- Some sudden mischief may arise of it; man, I care not who know it; I will confess it io For I do know Fluellen variant, all the 'orld : I need not to be ashamed of your And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder, majesty, praised be Got, so long as your majesty And quickly will return an injury: is an honest man.

Follow, and see there be no harm between them.K. Hen. God keep me so!–Our heralds go with Go you with me, uncle of Exeter. (Ereunl. Bring me just notice of the numbers dead SCENE VIII.-Before King Henry's Pavilion.

Enter Gower and Williams. On both our parts.-Call yonder fellow hither.

(Points to Williams. Ere. Mont. and others. Will, I warrant, it is to knight you, captain. Ece. Soldier, you must come to the king.

Enter Fluellen. K. Hen. Soldier, why wear’st thou that glove Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I pein thy cap?

seech you now, come apace to the king: there is Will. An't please your

majesty, 'tis the gage or more goot toward you, peradventure, than is in your one that I should fight withal, if he be alive. knowledge to dream of K. Hen. An Englishman?

Will. Sir, know you this glove ? Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that Flu. Know the glove? I know, the glove is a swagrered with me last night: who, il'a live, and glove. ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it. take him a box o'the ear : or, if I can see my

(Strikes him. clove in his cap (which he swore, as he was a sol Flu. 'Sbuld, an arrant traitor, as any's in the dier, ne would wear, if alive,) I will strike it out universal 'orld, or in France, or in England. soundly.

Gov. How now, sir? you villain ! K. Hen. What think you, captain Fluellen? is Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn ? it fit this soldier keep his oath ?

Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give Flu. He is a craven' and a villain else, an't treason his payment into plows, I warrant you. please vour majesty, in my conscience.

Will. I am no traitor. K. Hen. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman or Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.-I charge you in great sort,? quite from the answer of his degree. his majesty's name, apprehend him; he's a friend

Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the of the duke Alençon's. tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is ne

Enter Warwick and Gloster. cessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and his oaih: If he be perjured, see you now, his repu War. How now, how now! what's the matter? (1) Coward. (2) High rank.

13) For saucy Jack.

him;

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