That play'st so subtly with a king's repose; Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave; Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread; Erp. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your ab- Seek through your camp to find you. K. Hen. Mess. The English are embattled, you French peers. Con. To horse, you gallant princes! straight to Do but behold yon poor and starved band, them, The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. Collect them all together at my tent: I shall do't, my lord. K. Hen. O God of battles! steel my soldiers' Possess them not with fear; take from them now But that our honours must not. What's to say? 6 And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of France? Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, Con. They have said their prayers, and they stay Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh suits, f And give their fasting horses provender, And after fight with them? Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter, Con. I stay but for my guard; On, to the field: SCENE III.-The English camp. 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. Exe. There's five to one: besides, they all are fresh. Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed: Sal. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds. Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck Exe. Farewell, kind lord; fight valiantly to-day: West. O that we now had here Enter King Henry. But one ten thousand of those men in England, That do no work to-day! K. Hen. What's he that wishes so? No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: The French are bravely3 in their battles set, will with all expedience charge on us. 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, might fight this battle out! 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, 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 them, And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; (3) Gallantly. (4) Expedition. (5) Remind. (6) i. e. In brazen plates anciently let into tombIstones. S M 2 We are but warriors for the working-day:1 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 Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee well; pardonner aucun prisonnier; neantmoins, pour Thou never shalt hear herald any more. [Exit. 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 liberté, le franchisement. ransom. Enter the Duke of York. York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg The leading of the vaward.+ K. Hen. Take it, brave York.-Now, soldiers, march away: And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day! 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 (as he thinks) the most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of [Exeunt. Pist. Yield, cur. Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme de bonne qualité. Pist. Quality, call you me?-Construe me, art thou a gentleman? What is thy name? discuss. Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu! 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, prennez misericorde! ayez pitié de moy! Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty moys; 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. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.Follow me, cur. [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 baggage of our camp: the French might have good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none to guard it, but boys. [Exit. a SCENE V.-Another part of the field of battle. Con. O diable! Orl. O seigneur!-le jour est perdu, tout est perdu! Dau. Mort de ma vie ! all is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys ?-Sits Boy. Escoutez; Comment estes-vous appellé ? Boy. He says, his name is-master Fer. Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk9 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. (1) We are soldiers but coarsely dressed. (5) An old cant word for a sword, so called from a famous sword-cutler of the name of Fox. mocking in our plumes.-O meschante for tune!Do not run away. [A short alarum. Let us die instant: Once more back again; His fairest daughter is contaminate. Gower: What call you the town's name where Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now! Alexander the pig was born? in heaps, go offer up our lives Let us, Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, 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.-AlaEnter King Henry and forces; Exeter, rums. and others. 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 reckoning, 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. K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover 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 I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting; Exe. In which array (brave soldier) doth he lie, And cries aloud,-Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk! Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up: K. Hen. 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 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 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, in right wits and his goot judgments, is turn away the fat knight with the great pelly doublet: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks; I am forget his name. Gow. Sir John Falstaff. Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there is goot men porn at Monmouth. Gow. Here comes his majesty. Alarum. Enter King Henry, with a part of the K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to France Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have; SCENE VII-Another part of the field. rums. 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, is it not? Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my liege. Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be. K. Hen. How now, what means this, herald? know'st thou not, Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; 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. wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused I every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a gallant king! Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain (2) Scour. (1) Reached. No, great king come to thee for charitable license, Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus. Fu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't please your majesty, and your great-uncle Edward the plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in France. K. Hen. They did, Fluellen. [tation is as arrant a villain, and a Jack sauce, as ever his plack shoe trod upon Got's ground and his earth, in my conscience, la. K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meet'st the fellow. Will. So I will, my liege, as I live. K. Hen. Who servest thou under? Flu. Gower is a goot captain; and is goot knowledge and literature in the wars. R. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier. [Exit. Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as can be desired in the hearts of his subjects: I would fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall find himself aggriefed at this glove, that is all; but would fain see it once; an please Got of his grace, that I might see it. I K. Hen. Knowest thou Gower? Flu. Your majesty savs very true: if your majesties is remembered of it, the Welshman did goot service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing lecks in their Monmouth caps; which, your majesty to my tent. knows, to this hour is an honourable padge of the service; and, I do believe, your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's day. K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour: For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman. Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that: Got pless it and preserve it, as long as it pleases his grace, and his majesty too! K. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman. Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's countryman, I care not who know it; I will confess it to all the 'orld I need not to be ashamed of your majesty, praised be Got, so long as your majesty is an honest man. K. Hen. God keep me so!-Our heralds go with Bring me just notice of the numbers dead [Points to Williams. Exe. Mont. and others. Ere. Soldier, vou must come to the king. K. Hen. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove in thy cap? Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of one that I should fight withal, if he be alive. K. Hen. An Englishman? Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that swaggered with me last night: who, if 'a live, and ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to take him a box o'the ear: or, if I can see my glove in his cap (which he swore, as he was a soldier, he would wear, if alive,) I will strike it out soundly. K. Hen. What think you, captain Fluellen? is it fit this soldier keep his oath? Flu. He is a craven' and a villain else, an't please your majesty, in my conscience. K. Hen. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman of great sort, quite from the answer of his degree. Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath: If he be perjured, see you now, his repu(2) High rank. (1) Coward. Flu. I will fetch him. [Exit. K. Hen. My lord of Warwick,-and my brother Follow Fluellen closely at the heels: Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain. 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? Flu. Know the glove? I know, the glove is a glove. Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it. [Strikes him. Flu. 'Sbuld, 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 you. Will. I am no traitor. Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.-I charge you in his majesty's name, apprehend him; he's a friend of the duke Alençon's. Enter Warwick and Gloster. (3) For saucy Jack. |