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SCENE 1-The English Camp at Agincourt.
There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
KING HENRY V.
Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham:
K. Hen. I thank you: God be with you!
Fla. So in the name of Cheshu Christ,
Since 1 may say-now lie I like a king.
K. Hen. 'Tis good for men to love their pre-
Upon example; so the spirit is eased:
Commend me to the princes in our camp:
Glo. We shall, my liege.
Pist. Qui va lá!
Gow. Why the enemy is lond; you heard hin all night.
Flu. If the enemy is an ass and a fool, and a prating coxcomb; is it meet, think you that we a prating coxeomb; in your own conscience should also, look you, be an ass and a fool, and now?
[Exeunt GLOSTER and BEDFORD.
Erp. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble
Gow. I will speak lower.
Fin. I pray you, and beseech you, that you will. [Exeunt GoWER and FLUELLEN. K. Hen. Though it appear a little out of fashion, There is much care and valour in this WelshDra.
Will. Under what captain serve you? K. Hen. Under Sir Thomas Erpingham. Will. A good old commander, and a nost kind gentleman: I pray you, what thinks he of our estate?
K. Hen. Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that look to be washed off the next tide.
Bates. He hath not told his thought to the king?
K. Hen. No; nor it is not meet he should. For, though I speak it to you, I think the king is but a man, as I am the violet smells to him, as it doth to me; the element shows to him, as it doth to me; all his seuses have but human conditions; his ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and though his affections are higher mounted than our's, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing; therefore when he sees reason of fears, as we do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish as our's are: Yet, in reason, no man should possess him with any appearance of fear, lest heart-he, by showing it, should dishearten his army. Bates. He may show what outward courage he will: but, I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could wish himself in the Thames up to the
I love the lovely bully.
Ken. Harry le Roy.
Pist. Le Roy a Cornish name: art thou of neck; and so I would he were, and-1 by him, at
all adventures, so we were quit here.
Enter BATES, COURT, and WILLIAMS.
Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks youder?
Bates. I think it be: but we have no great cause to desire the approach of day.
Will. We see yonder the beginning of the day, but, I think, we shall never see the end of it. Who goes there?
K. Hen. A friend.
Pist. Discuss unto me; Art thou officer;
A lad of life, an impt of fame;
I kiss his dirty shoe, and from my
What's thy name?
K. Hen. No, I am a Welshman.
Pist. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his
pate, Upon Saint Davy's day.
K. Hen. Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, lest he knock that about yours. Pist. Art thou his friend?
K. Hen. And his kinsman too.
K. Hen. By ny troth, I will speak my con. science of the king; I think, he would not wish himself any where but where he is.
Bates. Then, 'would he were here alone; so should he be sure to be ransomed, and a many poor men's lives saved.
K. Hen. I dare say you love him not so ill, to wish him here alone; howsoever you speak this, to feel other men's minds: Methinks, I could not die any where so contented, as in the king's company; his cause being just, and his quarrel honourable.
• Slough is the skin which serpents annually throw
Will. That's more than we know. Bates. Ay, or more than we should seek after; for we know enough, if we know we are the king's subjects; if his cause be wrong, our obe-'tis a foolish saying. dience to the king wipes the crime of it out of
Will. 'Tis certain, that every man that dies ill, the ill is upon his own head, the king is to answer for it.
Will. But, if the cause be not good, the king himself hath a heavy reckoning to make; when all those legs, and arms, aud heads, chopped off in a battle, shall join together at the latter day,* and cry all-We died at such a place; some, swearing; some, crying for a surgeon; some, upon their wives left poor behind them; some upon the debts they owe; some upou their children rawly left. I am afeard there are few die well, that die in battle; for how can they charitably dispose of any thing, when blood is their argument! Now, if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for the king that led them to it; whom to disobey, were against all proportion of subjection.
Will. Keep thy word: fare thee well.
K. Hen. So, if a son, that is by his father sent about merchandise, do sinfully miscarry upon the sea, the imputation of his wickedness, by your rule, should be imposed upon his father that sent him: or if a servant under his inaster's command, transporting a sum of money, be assailed by robbers, and die in many irreconciled iniquities, you may call the business of the master the author of the servant's damna-friends; we have French quarrels enough, if yʊu tion:-But this is not so: the king is not bound to could tell how to reckon. answer the particular endings of his soldiers, the father of his son, nor the master of his servant; for they purpose not their death, when they purpose their services. Besides, there is no king, be his cause never so spotless if it come to the arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all unspotted soldiers. Some, peradventure, have on them the guilt of premeditated and contrived murder; some, of beguiling virgins with the broken seals of perjury; some, making the wars their bulwark, that have before gored the gentle bosom of peace with pillage and robbery. Now, if these men have defeated the law, and outrun native punishment, though they can outstrip men, they have no wings to fly from God: war is his vengeance; so that here men are punished, for before-breach of the king's laws, in now the king's quarrel where they feared the death, they have borne life away; and where they would be safe, they perish: Then if they die unprovided, no more is the king guilty of their damnation, than he was before guilty of those impieties for the which they are now visited. Every subject's duty is the king's; but every snbject's soul is his own. Therefore should every soldier in the wars do as every sick man in his bed, wash every mote out of his conscience; and dying so, death is to him advantage; or not dying, the time was blessedly lost, wherein such preparation was gained and, in him that escapes, it were not sin to think, that making God so free an offer, he let him outlive that day to see his greatness, and to teach others how they should prepare.
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. Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls, Our debts, our careful wives, our children, and Our sins lay on the king;-we must bear all O hard condition! twin-born with greatness, Subjected to the breath of every fool, Whose sense no more can feel but his ow wringing!
Bates. I do not desire he should answer for me; and yet I determine to fight lustily for bim.
arch? you may as well go about to turn the sun to ice, with famming in his face with a peacock's feather. You'll never trust his word after! come,
K. Hen. I myself heard the king say, he would not be ransomed.
K. Hen. Your reproof is something too round; I should be angry with you, if the time were convenient.
Will. Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live.
K. Hen. I embrace it.
Will. How shall I know thee again.
K. Hen. Give me any gage of thine, and I will wear it in my bounet: then, if ever thou darest acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel.
Will. Here's my glove; give me another of thine.
K. Hen. There.
Will. This will I also wear in my cap: if ever thou come to me and say, after to-morrow, This is my glove, by this hand, I will take thee a box on the ear.
K. Hen. If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it.
11. e. Punishment in their na
To pay here signities to bring
Will. Thou darest as well be hanged.
K. Hen. Well, I will do it, though I take thee in the king's company.
What infinite heart's ease must kings neglect,
Save ceremony, save general ceremony f—-
Creating awe and fear in other men?
What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage
Will it give place to flexure and low bending!
Command the health of it? No, thon proud dream;
That play'st so subtly with a king's repose;
Will. Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheer-I fully but, when our throats are cut, he may be ransomed, and we ne'er the wiser.
K. Hen. If I live to see it, I will never trust his word after.
Will. 'Mass, you'll pay § him then! That's a perious shot out of an elder gum, that a poor aud private displeasure can do against a mon
The last day, the day of judgment. + Suddenly.
+"What is the real worth red
stuffed. The tumid pudly titles with which a king's name is introduced.
Never sees horrid night, the child of hell ;
Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king.
Whose hours the peasant best advantages.
Do but behold yon poor, and starved band,
Enter ERPINGHAM. [
Erp. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them.
'Tis positive/gainst all exceptions, lords,
Collect them all together at my tent:
That our superfluous lackeys, and our peasants,-
Con. Hark, how our steeds for present ser-
Dau. Mount them, and make incision in their
And dout them with superfluous courage:
Ram. What, will you have them weep our
How shall we then behold their natural tears?
Mess. The English are embattled, you French
Erp. I shall do't, my lord.
Possess them not with fear; take from them
About our squares of battle,-were enough
A very little little let us do,
The tucket-sonuance, and the note to mount :
The sense of reckoning, if the opposed num
Con. To horse you gallant princes! straight
Plack their hearts from them!-Not to-day,
O not to-day, think not upon the fault
sad and solemn
Crand. Why do you stay so long, my lords
Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones,
Glo. My liege!
K. Hen. My brother Gloster's voice?-Ay;
• The sun.
+ An old encouraging exclamation.
[Exeunt. Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour
SCENE II.-The French Camp.
Enter DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, RAMBURES, and
And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps.
Orl. The sun doth gild our armour; up, my
Dau. Montez a cheval:-My horse! valet!
Orl. O brave spirit!
Dan. Via !+-les eaux et le terre
Con. They have said their prayers, and they stay for death.
Duu. 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:
I will the banner from a trumpet take,.
• Do them out, extinguish them. The name of an in$ Colours + Mean, despicable. troductory flourish on the trumpet. Ring.
SCENE III-The English Camp.
Enter the English Host: GLOSTER, BEDFORD,
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:
And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu !
And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it,
West. O that we now had here
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he, which hath no stomach to this fight,
Familiar in their mouths as household words,
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
The battle of Agincourt was fought October 25, 4. Crispin's day.
Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed:
The French are bravely ⚫ in their battles set,
West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward now!
K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from
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.You know your places: God be with you all! Tucket.-Enter MONTJOY.
Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, king Harry,
If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,
mercy, The Constable desires thee, thou wilt mind Į Thy followers of repentance; that their souls May make a peaceful and a sweet retire From off these fields, where (wretches) their Must lie and fester. poor bodies
K. Hen. Who hath sent thee now !
K. Hen, I pray thee, bear my former answer back;
Good God! why should they mock poor fellows Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones.
And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day.
What feats he did that day: Then shall our Killing in relapse of mortality.
The man that once did sell the lion's skin
A many of our bodies shall, no doubt,
They shall be fam'd; for there the sun shall greet them,
And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime, The smell whereof shall breed a plague in
Mark then a bounding valour in our English; That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing, Break out into a second course of mischief,
Let me speak proudly ;-Tell the Constable,
1. e. In brazen plates anciently let into tombstemes. We are soldiers but coarsely dressed. Golden shows, superficial gilding.
KING HENRY V.
There's not a piece of feather in our host,
And turn them out of service. If they do this,
est dispos: tout a cette heure de couper vostre
Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant,
Fr. Sol. O. je vous supplie pour l'amour
Pist. What are his words?
Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald; swear, but these my They shall have none,
joints: Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them, Shall yield them little, tell the Constable.
Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee
well: Thoa never shalt hear herald any more. [Exit. K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again for ransom.
Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a
Pist. Tell him,-my fury shall abate, and I
Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il?
Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jûrement,
Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille remerciemens; et je m'estime heureux que je suis tombé entre les mains d'un cheva
Enter the Duke of YORK,
York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beglier, je pense, le plus brave, valiant, et tres distingué seigneur d'Angleterre. The leading of the vaward. ·
K. Hen. Take it, brave York.-Now, soldiers,
Pist. Expound unto me, boy.
Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thou sand thanks: and he esteems himself happy that he hath fallen into the hands of (as he thinks) the most brave, valorous, and thriceworthy signieur of England.
Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.[Exit PISTOL. Follow me, cur. Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine. [Erit 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. dolph and Nym had ten times more valour than this roaring devil f'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 stay with the lackeys, with the luggage of our he durst steal any thing adventurously. I must camp: the French might have a good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none to guard it. [Exit. but boys. Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde! ayez pitié SCENE V.-Another part of the Field of de moy!
O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox, t
Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty
For I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat,
march away :--
And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!
SCENE IV.-The field of Battle. Alarums: Excursions. Enter FRENCH SOLDIER, PISTOL, and BOY.
Pist. Yield, cur.
Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous'estes le gentilhomme de bonne qualitt.
Pist. Quality, call you me ?-Construe me, thy name? disart thou a gentleman 1 What
Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu!
Fr. Sol. Est il impossible d'eschapper la force de ton bras?
Pist. Brass, cur!
Thon damned and luxurious § mountain goat,
Enter DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, BOURBON, CONSTABLE, RAMBURES, and others. Con. O diable?
Orl. O seigneur!-le jour est perdu, tout
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 ap-
Dau. Mort de ma vie all is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes.—O meschante for
Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer.
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 anto him.
Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and firk. Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut
Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur?
Do not run away.
[A short Alarum, 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 ?
Orl. Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?
Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but
Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us
Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives An old cant word for a sword, so called from a fa- Unto these English, or else die with fame. nous sword catler of the name of Fox. 1 The diaphragm. Preces of money.
1. e. Who has no more gentility. 3 N