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West. Of fighting men they have full threescore thousand.
Ere. There's five to one; besides, they all are
Enter King Henry. West. O, that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England,
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
Bed. Farewel, good Salisbury; and good luck go with thee!
Exe. to Sal. Farewell, kind lord! fight valiantly|20|That
And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it,
Familiar in their mouth as houshold words,-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with
The French are 'bravely in their battles set, 25 And will with all expedience charge on us. K. Henry. All things are ready, if our minds be so. West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward
K. Henry. Thou dost not wish more help from
West. God's will, my liege, would you and I
Without more help, might fight this battle out!
K. Henry. What's he, that wishes so?
K. Henry. I pray thee, bear my former answer
Bid them atchieve 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
Then will he strip his sleeve, and shew his scars. 60 While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him.
If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,
Must lie and fester.
K. Henry. Who hath sent thee now?
Mont. The Constable of France.
The battle of Agincourt was fought upon the 25th of October, St. Crispin's day. day shall advance him to the rank of a gentleman. i. e. splendidly, ostentatiously. dition.
2 i. e. this
i. e. expe
Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu!
Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a gentleman:-
Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde! ayez pitié de
KING HENRY V.
A many of our bodies shall, no doubt,
And draw their honours reeking up to heaven;
Pist. Moyshall not serve, I will have forty moys;
Fr. Sol. Est-il impossible d'eschapper la force
de ton bras?
Pist. Brass, cur!
15 Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat,
Fr. Sol. 9, pardonnez moi!
Pist. Say'st thou me so is that a ton of moys"? -Come hither, boy; Ask me this slave in French, 20 What is his name.
Let me speak proudly;-Tell the Constable,
Boy. He says, his name is-master Fer.
Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer hin, and firk him, him. and ferret him;-discuss the same in French unto
Boy. Escoutez; Comment estes vous appellé ?
Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them,
Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee
Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and firk.
Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat.
Boy. It me commande de vous dire que vous rous teniez prest; car ce soldat icy est disposé tout à cette heure de couper vostre gorge.
Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant, 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 gentilhomme de bonne maison; gardez ma vie, & je vous donneray deux [cents escus. Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a Pist. What are his words? 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 [Exeunt. 45 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 promettez, il est content 50 de vous donner la liberté, le franchisement.
Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux je vous donne mille remercimens: & je m'estime heureux que je suis tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave, valiant, & tres distingué seigneur Pist. Expound unto me, boy. [d'Angleterre.
Enter the Duke of York.
K. Henry. Take it, brave York.-Now, sol-
And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!
larum, excursions. Enter Pistol, French Sol-
Pist. Yield, cur.
Pist. Quality, call you me-Construeme, art
▾ Mr. Steevens observes, that by this phrase, however uncouth, Shakspeare seems to mean the
Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand thanks; and esteems himself happy that he hath fallen into the hands of one (as he thinks), the most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of England.
Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy shew.
Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine.
I did never know so full a voice issue from so 10 The noble earl of Suffolk also lies.
Another part of the field of Buttle. Enter Constable, Orleans, Bourbon, Dauphin, 25 and Rambures.
Con. O diable!
Con. Why, all our ranks are broke.
Dau.O perdurable' shame!-let's stab ourselves. Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for Ort. Is this the king we sent to for his ransom? Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but shame!
Exe. The duke of York commends him to your majesty.
K. Henry. 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 dy'd: and York, all haggled over,
And cries aloud,-Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk!
20 Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up:
Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, To smother up the English in our throngs,
But all my inother came into mine eyes,
K. Henry. I blame you not;
For, hearing this, I must perforce compound
Let us die instant:-Once more back again;
Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis ex
Con. Disorder, that hath spoiled us, friend us now! 45 pressly against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant a Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives piece of knavery, mark you how, as can be of Unto these English, or else die with fame. fer'd, in the 'orld: In your conscience now, is it
Alarum. Enter King Henry and his Train, with
Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive;
If any order might be thought upon. [throng; 50 and the cowardly rascals, that ran away from the
Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the Let life be short; else shame will be too long.
battle, have done this slaughter: besides, they have burn'd or carried away all that was in the king's tent; wherefore the king, most worthily, has caus'd every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. 550, 'tis a gallant king!
Flu. I, 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
K. Henry. Well have we done, thrice-valiant
But all's not done, yet keep the French the field. [60
'Dr. Johnson on this passage observes, that in modern puppet-shows, which seem to be copied from the old farces, Punch sometimes fights the Devil, and always overcomes him. I suppose the lice of the old farce, to whom Punch succeeds, used to fight the Devil with a wooden dagger. ? Perdurable means lasting. 4
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 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Mon-10 mouth, that the situations, look you, is both alike. There is a river in Macedon: and there is also, inoreover, a river at Monmouth: it is call'd Wye, at Monmouth; but it is out of my prains, what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis 15 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 (Got knows, and you know) in his 20 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 kill'd any of his friends.
Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take the tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and finish'd. I speak but in figures and compa-30 risons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Cly tus, being in his ales and his cups; so also Harry Monmouth, being in his right wits and his goot judgments, is turn away the fat knight with the great pelly-doublet: he was full of jests, and gypes, and knaveries, and mocks; I am forget his
Gow. Sir John Falstaff.
Flu. That is he: I tell you, there is goot men porn at Monmouth.
Gow. Here comes his majesty.
Alarum. Enter King Henry, Warwick, Gloster,
-K. Henry. I was not angry since I came to
That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ransom?
Mont. No, great king:
I come to thee for charitable licence,
Until this instant.-Take a trumpet, herald;
K. Henry. I tell thee truly, herald,
K. Henry. Praised be God, and not our strength,
What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by ?
Flu. 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. Henry. They did, Fluellen.
Fiu, Your majesty says very true: If your majesties is remember'd of it, the Welchmen did goot service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps; which, your majesty knows, to this hour is an honourable padge of the service: and, I do believe, your majesty 40 takes no scorn to wear the leek upon saint Tavy's day,
K. Henry. I wear it for a memorable honour; For I am Welch, you know, good countryman.
Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your 45 majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that: Got pless and preserve it, as long as it pleases his grace and his majesty too!
K. Henry. Thanks, good my countryman.
K. Henry. God keep me so!—Our heralds go
Call yonder fellow hither.
Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be. 60
'See note, p. 384. Mercenary here means common or hired blood. The gentlemen of the army served at their own charge, in consequence of their tenures,
Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.
K. Henry. Who servest thou under?
Fla. Your grace does me as great honours, as can be desired in the hearts of his subj. cts: I would fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall find himself aggrief'd at this glove, that is all; but I would fain see it once; an please Got of his grace, 45 that I might see it.
K. Henry, Know'st thou Gower?
Fu. He is my dear friend, an please you. K. Henry. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to my tent.
Flu. I will fetch him.
Some sudden mischief may arise of it;
K. Henry. My lord of Warwick,-and my brother Gloster,
Follow Fluellen closely at the heels:
The glove, which I have given him for a favour,
And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder,
Follow, and see there be no harm between them.—
Will. Under Captain Gower, my liege.
Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.-I charge you
Fiu. Gower is a goot captain; and is goot 30 in his majesty's name, apprehend him; he's a knowledge and literature in the wars. friend of the duke Alençon's.
K. Henry. Call him hither to me, soldier.
as thou dost love me.
Before King Henry's Pavillion.
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, paradventure, than is in your knovledge 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. 'Sblud, 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.
Enter Warwick, and Gloster.
Enter King Henry, and Exeter.
K. Henry. 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 is my glove; here is the fellow of it: and he, that I give it to in change, promis'd to wear it in his cap; I promis'd 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 ma50jesty's manhood) what anarrant,rascally, peggarly, lowsy knave it is: I hope, your majesty is pear me testimonies, and witnesses, and avouchments, that this is the glove of Alençon, that your majesty is give me, in your conscience now.
K. Henry, 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 an 60swer for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld.
'High rank. * Meaning, a man of such station as is not bound to hazard his person to answer to a challenge from one of the soldier's low degree. 'The Revisal reads, very plausibly, “in two plows." The quarto reads, I will give treason his due presently. * It must be, give me my glove; for of the soldier's glove the king had not the fellow.