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Each battle sees the other's umber'd' face: Besides, they are our outward consciences, Steed threatens steel, in bigla and boastful neighs And preachers to us all: admonishing, Piercing the night's dull ear: and from the tents, That we should dress us fairly for our end. The armourers, accomplishing the knights, Thus may we gather honey from the weed, With busy hammers closing rivets up,

5.Ind make a moral of the devil himself. Give dreadful note of preparation.

Enter Erpirgham. The country cocks do crow; the clocks do toll, Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham: And the third hour of drowsy morning name. A good soft pillow for that good white head Proud of their numbers, and secure in soul, Were better than achurlish turf of France. (better, The contident and over-lu-ty French

10 Erping. Not so, my liege; this lodging likes me Do the low-rated English plays at dice;

Since I may say --nou lie I like a king. [sent pains, And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night,

ki Henry. 'Tis good for men to love their preWho, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp l'pon example; so the spirit is eased: So tediously away. The poor condemned English, And, when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt, Like sacrilices, by their watchful tires

15 The organs, though defunct and dead before, Sit patiently, and inly ruminate



their drowsy grave, and newly move, The morning's danger; and their gesture sad, With casted slought and fresh legerity'. Investing lank-lean cheeks, and war-worn coats, Lendme thy cloak, Sir Thomas.- - Brothers both, Presented them unto the gazing moon

Commend me to the princes in our camp;
So many horrid ghosts. O, now, who will behold 20 Do my good morrow to them; and, anon,
The royal captain of this ruin'd band,

Desire them all to my pavilion.
Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, Glo. We shall, my liege.
Let him cry-Praise and glory on bis head! Erping. Shall I aitend your grace ?
For forth he goes, and visits all his host;

ki Hinry. No, my good knight; Bids them good morrow, with a modest smile; 25 Go with my brothers to my lords of England: And calls thein-brothers, friends,andcountrymen. I and my bosoin must debate a while, l'pon his royal face there is no note,

And then I would no other company.

[Harry! Ilow dread an army hath enrounded him;

Erping. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour

Killenry. God-a-mercy, old heart! thou speak’st l'nto the weary and all-watched night:


[Ercunt. But freshly looks, and over-bears attaint,

Enter Pistol. With cheerful semblance, and sweet majesty;

Pist. Qui ta la ? That every wretch, pining and pale before,

k. Henry. A friend. Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks: Pist. Discuss unto me: Art thou officer? A largess universal, like the sun,

35 Or art thou base, common, and popular? His liberal eye doth give to everyone,

K. Jlnru. I am a gentleman of a company. Thawing cold fear. Then, mean and gentle all,

Pist. Trail'st thou the puissant pike? Behold, as may unworthiness deline,

ki Hen. Even so: What are you? A little touch of Harry in the night:

Pist. als good a gentleman as the emperor. And so our scene must to the battle tiv; 40 K. Hen. Then you are a better than the king Where (O for pity!) we shall much disgrace,-- Pist. The king's a bawcock, and a heart of goid; With four or tive most vile and ragged foils, A lad of life, an imp' of fame; Right ill-dispos’d, in brawl ridiculous,-

parents good, of fist most valiant : The name of Agincourt : Yet, sit and see;

I kiss bis dirty shoe, and from my heart-strings Minding' true things by what their mockeries be. '451 ore the lovely bully. What's thy name?

[Edit. ki Henry. Ilarry le Roy. [Cornish crew ? S CE N E 1.

Pist. Le Rou! a Cornish name: art thou of
The English Campai Agincourt.

K. Ilenry. No, I am a Welshman.
Enter King Henry, Bedford, und Gloster. Pist. Know'st thou Fluellen?
K. Henry. Gloster, 'tis true, that we are in great 50 ki Henry. Yes.

Pist. Tell him, I'll knoch bis leck about his pate The greater therefore should our courage be.-- uj

pon saint David's dav. Good-morrow, brother Bedtord. - God Almighty k. Henry. Do not you wear your dagger in There is some soul of goodness in things evil, your cap that day, lest he knock that about yours, Would men observingly distil it out;

55 Pist. Art thou his friend? For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, K. Henry. And luis kinsman too. Which is both healthful, and good husbandry : Pist. The rigo for thee then!

Umber is a brown colour : the distant visages of the soldiers would certainly appear of this hue when beheld through the light of midn ght fires. Mr. Tollet observes that another inteịpretation of this phrase occurs, expressive of the preparation of both armies for an engagement, in Hamlet, Act II. Mr. Steevens gives the following quotation froin Stowe's Chronicle:“ Ile brast up his umbur three times ;" where umber means the vizor of the helmet, as umbriere doth in Spenser, froin the French oinbre, ombriere, or ombraire, a Jaclow, an umbrella, or any thing that hiiles or covers the face. Hence umber'd face may denute a face arm'd with a helmet.i. e. do play them away at dice. To mind is the same as to call to remembrance. Slough is the skin which the serpent annually throws off, and by the change of which he is supposed to regain new vigour and fresh youth. Legerity is lightness, nimbleness. Sve Note?, p. 500,

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K. Henry. I thank you : God be with you! Bates. He may shew what outward courage he Pist. My name is Pistol callid. [Erit. will: but, I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, be K. Henry. It sorts' well with your fierceness. could wish himself in the Thames up to the neck;

Enter Fluellen, and Gower, severally. and so I would he were, and I by him, at all adGow. Captain Fluellen,

5 ventures, so we were quit here. Flu. So ! in the naine Cheshu Christ, speak K. Henry. By my troth, I will speak my confewer. It is the greatest admiration in the uni- science of the king; I think, he would not wish versal 'orld, when the true and auncient preroga- himself any where but where he is. tises and laws of the wars is not kept: if you Bates. Then, 'would he were here alone; so would take the pains but to examine the wars ot 10 should he be sure to be ransom’d, and a dany poor Pompey the great, you shall tind, I warrant you, men's lives sav'd. that there is no tittle tattle, nor pibble pabble, in K. Henry. I dare say, you love him not so ill, Pompey's camp: I warrant you, you shall find to wish hiin here alone; howsoever you speak the ceremonies of the wars, and the cares of it, this, to feel other men's minds: Methinks, I and the forms of it, and the sobriety of it, and the 15 could not die any where so contented, as in the modesty of it, to be otherwise.

king's company; his cause being just, and his Gow. Why, the enemy is loud; you heard him quarrel honourable. all night.

Will. That's more than we know. Flu. If the eneiny is an ass and a fool, and a Bates. Ay, or more than we should seek after; prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we 20 for we know enough, if we know we are the should also, look you, be an ass and a fool, and king's subjects: If his cause be wrong, our obedia prating coxcomb; in your own conscience now: ence to the king wipes the crime of it out of us. Gow. I will speak lower.

Will. But if the cause be not good, the king Flu. I pray you, and beseech you, that you himself hath a heavy reckoning to make; when will.

[Excunt. 25 all those legs, and arms, and heads, chopp'd off in K. Henry. Though it appear a little out of a battle, shall join together at the latter day, and fashion, there is much care and valour in this cry all, -We dy'd in such a place;some, swearing: Welshman.

some, crying for a surgeon; some, upon their Enter three Soldiers ; John Bates, Alexander wives left poor bebind them; some, upon the Court, und Afichael Williams.

130 debts they owe; soine, upon their children rawly' Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the morn- left. I am afeard there are few die well, that die ing which breaks yonder ?

in a battle; for how can they charitably dispose of Bates. I think it be: but we have no great cause any thing, when blood is their argument: Now, to desire the approach of day.

if these men do not die well, it will be a black Will. We see yonder the beginning of the day, 35 matter for the king that led them to it; whoin but, I think, we shall never see the end of it.- disobey, were against all proportion of subjecWho goes there?

tion. K. Henry. A friend.

K. Henry. So, if a son, that is by his father sent Will. Under what captain serve you? about merchandize, do sinfully miscarry upon the K. Henry. Under Sir Thomas Erpingham. 40 sea, the imputation of his wickedness, by your rule,

Will. A good old commander, and a inost kind should be imposed upon his father that sent him; gentleman: I pray you, what thinks he of our or, if a servant, under his master's conimand, transestate?

porting a sum of money, be assail'd by robbers, K. Henry. Even as men wreck'd upon the sand, and die in many irreconcil'd iniquities, you may that look to be wash'd off the next tide. 45 call the business of the master the author of the

Bates. He hath not told his thought to the servant's damnation :--But this is not so: the king king?

is not bound to answer the particular endings of K. Henry. No; nor it is not meet he should. his soldiers, the father of his son, nor the master For, though I speak it to you, I think, the king of bis servant; for they purpose not their death, is but a man, as I am: the violet smells to him, 50 when they purpose their services. Besides, there as it doth to ine; the element shews to him, as it is no king, be his cause never so spotless, if it doth to me; all his senses have but human condi

come to the arbitrement of swords, can try it out tions?: his ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he with all unspotted soldiers. Some, peradventure, appears but a man; and though his affections are have on them the guilt of permeditated and conhigher mounted than ours, yet, when they stoop, 55 trived murder; some, of beguiling virgins with they stoop with the like wing; therefore, when he the broken seals of perjury; some, making the sees reason of fears, as we do, his fears, out of doubt, wars their bulwark, that have before gored the be of the same relish as ours are: Yet, in reason, Igentle boson of peace with pillage and robbery. po manshould possess him with any appearance of Now if these man have defeated the law and outfear, lestíhe, by shewing it, should dishearten bis 60 run native punishment”, though they can out-strip army.

Imen, they have no wings to fly from God: war *i. e. it agrees.

* Conditions means qualities. 'i.e. hastily, suddenly. That is, punishment in their native country: or, such as they are boru to if they offend.


is his beadle, war is his vengeance; so that here! K. Henry. Indeed, the French may lay twenty men are punished, for before-breach of the king's French crowns to one, they will beat us; for laws, in now the king's quarrel: where they they bear thein on their shoulders : But it is no feared the death, they have borne life away; and English treason to cut French crowns; and, to where they would be safe, they perish: Then if 5 fmorrow, the king himself will be a clipper, they die unprovided, no more is the king guilty of

[Ereun soldiers. their dainnation, than he was before guilty of those 'pon the king' let us our lives, our souls, impieties for the which they are now visited.-- Our debts, our careful wives, our children, and Every subject's duty is the king's; but every sub- Our sins, lay on the king; he must bear all. ject's soul is his own. Therefore should every 100 hard condition! twin-born with greatness, soldier in the wars do as every sick man in his Subjected to the breath of every fool, [ing! bed, wash every moth out of his conscience: and Whose -ense no more can feel but his own wring, dying so, death is to hiin advantage; or not dying, What innnite heart's ease must king, neglect, the time was blessedly lost, wherein such prepa- That private men enjoy ? and what have kings, ration was gained; and, in him that escapes, it 15 That privates have not too, save ceremonya were not sin to think, that, making God o free an Save general cereinony? offer, he let him out-live that day to see his great- And what art thou, thou idol ceremony? ness, and to teach others how they should pre- What kind of God art thou, that suiterst more pare.

Of mortal griefs, ihan do thy worshippers? If ill. 'Tis certain, that every man that dies ill, 20 What are ily rents? what are thy comings-in? the ill is upon his own head, the king is not to O ceremony, show me but ihy worth! answer for it.

What is thy soul, O adoration? Butes. I do not desire he should answer for me: Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form, and yet I determine to tight lustily for him. Creating awe and fear in other men ?

KiHenry. I myselt heard the king say, he would25 Where:n thou art less happy being fear’d, not be ransom'.

than they in fearing. Will. Ay, he said so, to make us fight chear- What drink'st thou oit, instead of homage sweet, fully: but, when our throat, are cut, he may be But poison'd tattery? O, be sick, great greatness, ransom'd, and we ne'er the wiser.

And bid thy ceremony give thee cure! K. Henry. If I live to see it, I will never trust 30 Thinh’st thou, the fiery tever will go out his word after.

With titles blown from adulation? Will. You him then! that's a perilous shot Will it give place to tiexure and low bending? qut of an elder gu', that a poor and private dis- Can’st thou, when thou command'st the beggar's pleasure can do against a monarch! you may as


(dream, well go about to turn the sun to ice, with fanning 35 Command the health of it? No, thou proud in his face with a peacock's feather. You'll never That play'st so subtly with a king's repose, trust his word after! coine, 'tis a foolish saying: I am a king, that find thee: and I know,

K.Henry. Your reproof is something tog round: 'Tis not the balm, the scepter, and the ball, I should be angry with you, if the time were con- The sword, the mace, the crown imperial, venient.

40 The enter-tissued robe of gold and pearl, Will. Let it be a quarrel between us if you live. The tarsed” title running 'fore the king, K. Henry. Iembrace it.

The throne he sits on, nor the tide ot pomp Will. How shall I know thee again?

That beats upon the high shore of the world, K. Henry. Give me any gage of thine, and I No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony, will wear it in my bonnet: then, if ever thou 45 Not all these, laid in bed majestical, dar’st acknowledge it, I will inake it my quarrel. Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave;

Will. Here's my gluve ; give me another of Who, with a body till’d, and vacant mind, thine.

Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread, K. Henry. There.

Never sees horrid night, the child of hell; Will. This will I also wear in my cap: if ever 50 But, like a lacquey, from the rise to set, thou come to me and say, after to-morrow, This Sweats in the eye of Phæbus, and all night is my glove, by this hand, I will take thee a box Sleeps in Elysium; next day, after daun, on the ear.

Doth rise, and help Hyperion to his horse; K. Henry. If ever I live to see it, I will chal- And follow so the ever-running year lenge it.

55 With profitable labour, to his grave: Will. Thou dar'st as well be hang’d.

And, but for ceremony, such a wretch, K. Henry. Well, I will do it, though I take Winding mp3 days with toil, and nights with sleep, thee in the king's company.

Uad the fore-hand aad vantage of a king. Il'ill. Keep thiy word: fare thee well.

The slave, a member of the country's peace, Bates. Be friends, you English fools, be friends;60 Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots,

What watch the king keeps to maintain the pe, tell how to reckon.



we have French quarrels enough, if you could whose hours the peasant best advantages.



'Meaning, it is a great displeasure ihrt an elder gun can do against a cannon. Fursed is stuffeit; meaning, the tumid pully titles with which a king's name is always introduced.



Enter Erpingham.

Con. To borse, yougallantprinces! straightto horse! Erp. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your Do but behold yon poor and starved band, Seek through your camp to tind you. [absence, And your fair shew shall suck away their souls, K. Henry. Good old knight,

Leaving them but the shales and husks of men. Collect them all together at my tent :

5 There is not work enough for all our hands; I'll be before thee.

Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins, Erp. I shall do't, my lord. "

Erit. To give each naked curtle-ax a stain, Ki Henry. O God of battles! steel my soldiers' That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, hearts!

And sheath for lack of sport: let us but blow on Possess them not with fear; take from them now JO

them, The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers The vapous of our valour will o'erturn them. Pluck their hearts from them !--Not to-day, O l'Tis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords, O not to-day, think not upon the fault (Lord, That our superfluous lacqueys,and our peasants, My father made in compassing the crown; Who, in unnecessary action, swarm I Richard's body have interred new;

15 About our squares ot battle,--were enough And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears, To purge this sield of such a bilding foe; Than from it issued forced drops of blood. Though we, upon this mountain's basis by, Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,

Took stand for idle speculation: Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up But that our honours inust not.-What's to say? Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built 20 A very little little let us do, Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests And all is clone. Then let the trumpets sonnd Sing still for Richard's soul. More will lido: The tucket sonuance and the note to mount: Though all that I can do, is nothing worth; For our approach shall so much dare the field, Since that my penitence comes after all,

That England shall couch down in fear, and Imploring pardon.


yield. Enter Gloster.

Enter Grandpré. Glo. My liege!

Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of K. Henry. My brother Gloster's voice !--Ay;

France? I know thy errand, I will go with thee:-- Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, The day, my triends, and all things stay for me. 301111-tavour’dly become the morning field:

[Excunt. Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose,

And our air shakes them passing scornfully.
The French Camp:

Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggai'd host, Enter the Dauphin, Orleans, Rambures, and And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps. Beauniont.

35 Their horsemen sit like fixid candlesticks, Orl. The sun doth gild our armour; up, my

With torch-staves in their hand': and their poor lords.

jades Dau. Alontez à cheval:- My horse! ralet ! Lob down their heads, dropping the hide and hips; lucquey! ha!

'The gum down-roping trom their pale-dead eyes; Orl. O brave spirit !

10 And in their pale dull mouths the gimmali bit Dau. 'V'ia'-les caur & la terre.

Lies foul witli chew'd grass, still and motionless; Orl. Rien plus ? l'air q: le fou.

And their executors, the knavish crow's,
Duu. Cicl? cousin Orleans!

Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour,
Enter Constable.

Description cannot suit itself in words,
Now, my lord Constable !

4;To demonstrate the life of such a battle Con. Ilark, how our steeds for present service In life so liteless as it sbews itself. neigh!

Con. They have said their prayers, and they Dau. Mount them, and make incision in their

stay for death. hides;

Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh That their hot blood may spin in English eves, 0 suits, And daunt them with superiluous courage. Ila! And give their fasting horses provender, Rum. What, will you have them weep ous And atter light with them? horses' blood?

Con. I stay but for my guards; On, to the field: How shall we then behold their natural tears? I will the banner from a trumpeltake, Enter a Messenger.

155 Indue it for my haste. Come, come away! Mes. The English are enbattled, you French The sun is bigh, and we out-wear the day. peers.

[Excurt. "Via! is an old hortatory exclamation, as allons ! ? The tucket-sonuance was probably the name of an introductory tlourish on the trumpet. Grandpre alludes to the form of the ancient candlesticks, which frequently represented human figures holding the sockets for the lights in their extended hands. * Gimnul is, in the western counties, a ring; a gimmal bit is therefore a bit of which the parts played one within another. It seems, by what foilows, that guard in this place means rather something of ornament or of distinction than a body of attendants. The following quotation from Holinsbed will best elucidate this passage - The Duke of Brabant, when his standard was not come, caused a binner to be taken from a trumpet and fastened upon a spear, the which he commanded to be borne before hima instead of a standard."


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Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot,
The English Camp.

But they'll remember, with advantages,

What feats they did that day: Then shall our Enter Gloster, Bedford, E.reter, Erpingham, with

names, all the English Host; Salisbury,undil'estmoreland. 5 Familiar in their moutlı as houshold words, Glo. Where is the king?

Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter, Bed. The king himself is rode to view their Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,battle.

Be in their towing cups freshly remember'd: West. Of fighting men they have full threescore This story shall the good man teach his son ; thousand.

[fresh. 10 And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, Ere. There's five to one; besides, they all are From this day to the ending of the world,

Sal. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearfulodds. But we in it shall be reinembered: God be wi' you, princes all; l'Il to my charge: We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; If we no more meet, 'till we meet in heaven, For he to-day that sheds his blood with me, Then joyfully,--my noble lord of Bedford, 15 Shall be iny brother; be he ne'er so vile, Mydear lord Gloster—and my good lora Exeter, This day shall gentle his condition: And my kind kinsman, --warriors all, adieu! And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Bed. Farewel, good Salisbury; and good luch Shallthink themselves accursed, theywere not here; go with thee!

And hold their inanhoods cheap, while any speahs, Ere. to Sal. Farewell, kind lord ! fight valiantly 20 That fought with us upon saint Crispin's day. to-day:

Enter Salisbury. And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it, Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with For thou are fram'd of the firm truth of valour.

speed :

[Erit Salisbury. The French are 'bravely in their battles set, Bed. He is as full of valour as of kindness; 25 And will with all expedience * charge on us. Princely in both.

K. Henry. All things are ready, if our minds Enter King Henry. West. O, that we now had here

West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward But one ten thousand of those men in England,

now! That do no work to-day !

301 K. Henry. Thou dost not wish more help froin K. Henry. What's he, that wishes so?

England, cousin ! My cousin Westmoreland -No, my fair cousin : West. God's will, my liege, would you and I If we are mark'd to die, we are enough

alone, To do our country loss; and if to live,

Without more help, might fight this battle out! The fewer men, the greater share of honour. 35 K. Henry. Why, now thou hast unwish'd fire God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.

thousand men; By Jove, I am not covetous for gold;

Which likes me better, than to wish us one. Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; You know your places: God be with you all! It yearns me not, if men my garments wear;

Tucket. Enter Montjoy. Such outward things dwell not in my desires: 40 Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, But, if it be a sin to covet honour,

king Harry, I am the most offending soul alive.

If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: Before thy most assured over-tbrow: God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour, For, certainly, thou art so near the golf, Asone man more, methinks, would share from me, 45 Thou needs inust be englutted. Besides, in mercy, For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more: The Constable desires thee-thou wilt inind Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my Thy followers of repentance; that their souls That he which hath no stomach to this fight, [host, May make a peaceful and a sweet retire Let him depart; his passport shall be made, From off these fields, where (wretches) their poor And crowns for convoy put into his purse: 50

bodies We would not die in that man's company,

Must lie and fester. That fears his fellowship tu die with us.

K. Henry. Who hath sent thee now? This day is called—the feast of Crispian:'

Mont. The Constable of France. He, that out-lives this day, and comes safe home, K. Henry. I pray thee, bear my former answer Will stand a-tip-toe when this day is nam'd, 1551

back; And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

Bid them atchieve me, and then sell my bones. He, that shall live this day, and see old age, Good God! why should they mock poor fellows Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends,

thus? And say-To-morrow is saint Crispian:

The man, that once did sell the lion's skin Then will he strip his sleeve, and shew his scars. 60 While the beast liv’d, was kill'd with hunting him,

· The battle of Agincourt was fought upon the 25th of October, St. Crispin's day. ? i. e. this day shall advance him to the rank of a gentleman. 'i. e. splendidly, ostentatiously. *i.e. expedition. Mm2

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