SCENE III.-The English Camp. Enter the English Host: GLOSTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, SALISBURY, and WESTMORELAND. Glo. Where is the king? Bed. The king himself is rode to view their battle. 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 ! Exe. Farewell, kind lord; fight valiantly today :' And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it, For ou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour. [Exit SALISBURY. Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness; Princely in both. West. O that we now had here Enter King HENRY. And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. Enter SALISBURY. 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 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 unwist'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, Besides, in The Constable desires thee, thou wilt mind K. Hen. Who hath sent thee now ! 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 A many of our bodies shall, no doubt, Dying like men, though buried in your dung hills, Scene IV. There's not a piece of feather in our host, (Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly,) And time hath worn us into slovenry; But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim: And my poor soldiers tell me, yet, ere night, They'll be in fresher robes; or they will pluck The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads, And turn them out of service. If they do this, (As, if God please, they shall,) my ransom then Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour; Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald; They shall have none, I swear, but these my 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: 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 de Dieu me pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison: gardez ma vie, et je vous douneray deux cents escus. 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 Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il? Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, aucun prisonnier; neantde pardonner moins, pour les escus que vous l'avez promis, Thoa never shalt hear herald any more. [Exit.it est content de vous donner la liberté, le K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again franchisement. for ransom. Enter the Duke of YORK, Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille remerciemens; et je m'estime heareux que je suis tombé entre les mains d'un cheva York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beglier, je pense, le plus brave, valiant, et tres The leading of the vaward. K. Hen. Take it, brave York.-Now, soldiers, march away :-- And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day! [Exeunt. 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 gentil-I homme de bonne qualitt. Pist. Quality, call you me 1-Construe me, art thou a gentleman ? What is thy name? dis cuss. Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dien! man : Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox, t distingué seigneur d'Angleterre. Pist. Expound unto me, boy. Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thonsand 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. Bar Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.[Exit PISTOL. Follow me, cur. Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine. [Erit FRENCH SOLDIER. 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 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 luggage of our camp the French might have a good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none to guard it. but boys. [Exit. Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde! ayez pitié SCENE V.-Another part of the Field of de moy! Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty moys; For I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat, Fr. Sol. Est il impossible d'eschapper la force de ton bras? Pist. Brass, cur! Thoa damned and luxurious § mountain goat, 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 appelle? 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 nato him. Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and firk. Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut throat. his Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur? • Vanguard. Reproach and everlasting shame selves. 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 shame! Let us die instant. Once more back again; Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now! Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives mous sword cutler of the name of Fox. 1 The diaphragm. Pieces of money. Lascivious. • Lasting. I. c. Who has no more gentility. 3 N 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. Alarums. Enter King HENRY and Forces; EXETER, and others. K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant 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, with- I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting; Larding the plain and by his bloody side, 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 is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth: it is cal led Wye, at Monmouth: but it is out of my prains, what is the name of the other river; bat '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, aud his wraths, and bis 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. Is it 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 Moumouth, being in right wits and his goot judgments, is turn away the fat a-knight with the great pelly-doublet: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks; I am forget his name. Suffolk first died, and York, all haggled over, As, in this glorious and well-foughten field, He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips; The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd Gow. Sir John Falstaff. Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there is goot men born at Monmouth. Gow. Here comes his majesty. Alarum. Enter King HENRY, with a part of K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to Those waters from me, which I would have Until this instant.-Take a trumpet, herald; Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill; Enter MONTJOY. 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 t know'st thou not, Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis ex-That I have fin'd these bones of mine for runpressly against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant som? a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be Com'st thou again for ransom ↑ Mont. No, great king: I come to thee for charitable license, Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; That we may wander o'er this bloody field and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the bat-To book our dead, and then to bury them; tle, have done this slaughter besides, they have To sort our nobles from our common men; burned and carried away all that was in the For many of our princes (woe the while!) king's tent; wherefore the king, most worthily, Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood; hath caused every soldier to cut his prisoner's (So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs throat. Oh! 'tis a gallant king. In blood of princes ;) and their wounded steeds Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild rage, Yerk out their armed heels at their dead inas Flu. Ay, 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 pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the phrase is a little variations. • Reached, i ters, Killing them twice. O give us leave, great king K. Hen. I tell thee truly, herald, I know not if the day be our's or no; • Scout. For yet a many of your horseman peer, Mont. The day is your's. K. llen. Praised be God, and not our strength, What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by ↑ Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus. 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 ebronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in France. K. Hen. They did, Fluellen. Flu. Your majesty says very true: If your majesties is remembered of it, the Welshman 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 takes no scorn to wear 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 | 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 God, so long as your majesty is an honest man. K. Hen. God keep me so !-Our heralds go Bring me just notice of the numbers dead and others. Ere. Soldier, you must come to the king. K. Hen. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove is 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 vath? Fiu. 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. s and myself were down together, I plucked this glove from his belm: if any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alençon and an enemy to our person; if thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an thou dost love me. Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as can be desired in the hearts of his subjects: would fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall find himself aggriefed at this glove, that is all; but I would fain see it once; an please Got of his grace, that I might see it. K. Hen: Knowest thon Gower? Flu. He is my dear friend, an please you. K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to my tent. Flu. I will fetch him. [Exit. K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, and my brother Follow Fluellen closely at the heels: If that the soldier strike him, (as, I judge Go you with me, uncle of Exeter. [Exeunt. Enter GoWER and WILLIAMS. 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. '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. 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 of Alençon's. Enter WARWICK and GLOSTER. Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman the tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep ter? his vow and his oath; if he be perjured, see Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praise you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain, be Got for it!) a most contagions treasou come and a Jack-sauce, as ever his plack shoe trod to light, look you, as you shall desire in a sum upon Got's ground and his earth, in my consci-mer's day. Here is his majesty. ence, la. K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou inret'st the fellow. Will. So I will, my liege, as I live. K. Hen. Call him bither to me, soldier.. [Erit. K. Hen. Here, Fluellen; wear thon this favour for me, and stick it in thy cap: When Alençon Enter King HENRY and EXETER. K. Hen. 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 was my glove; here is the fellow of it and he, that I gave it to in change, promised to wear it in his cap; I pro. mised 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 majesty's manhood,) what an arrant, raseally, now. beggarly, lowsy knave it is: I hope, your ma- Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Lestrale, jesty is pear me testimony, and witness, and Here was a royal fellowship of death!—— avouchments, that this is the glove of Alençon, Where is the number of our English dead? that your majesty gave me, in your conscience [HERALD presents another Paper. Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk, Sir Richard Ketley, Davy Gam, esquire: None else of name; and, of all other men, But five and twenty. O God, thy arm was here, And not to us, but to thy arin alone, Ascribe we all.-When, without stratagem, But in plain shock, and even play of battle, Was ever known so great and little loss, On one part and on the other ?—Take it, God, For it is only thine! K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier: Look, here is the fellow of it. 'Twas I, indeed, thou promised'st to strike; and thou hast given me most bitter terms. Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck answer for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld. K. Hen. How canst thou make me satisfac tion? Will. All offences, my liege, come from the heart never came any from mine, that might offend your majesty. K. Hen. It was ourself thou didst abuse. Will. Your majesty came not like yourself: you appeared to me but as a common mau; witness the night, your garments, your lowliness; and what your highness suffered under that shape, I beseech you take it for your own fault, and not mine: for had you been as I took you for, 1 made no offence; therefore, I beseech your highness, pardon me. K. Hen. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns, And give it to this fellow.-Keep it, fellow; Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in his pelly :-Hold, there is twelve pence for you, and I pray yon to serve Got, and keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, and dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the petter for you. Will. I will none of your money. Flu. It is with a goot will; I can tell you, it will serve you to mend your shoes: Come, wherefore should you be so pashful? your shoes is not so goot: 'tis a goot silling, I warrant you, or I will change it. Enter an English HERALD. K. Hen. Now, herald; are the dead number'd? Her. Here is the number of the slaughter'd French. [Delivers a Paper. K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle? Exc. Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the king; John duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt: of other lords and barons, knights and squires, Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand French, That in the field lie slain of princes, in this number, And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights: So that, in these ten thousand they have lost, And gentlemen of blood and quality. John duke of Alençon; Antony duke of Erabant, The brother to the dake of Burgundy; Eae. 'Tis wonderful! K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the village : And be it death proclaimed through our host, To boast of this, or take the praise from God, Which is his only. Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell how many is killed? K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgement, That God fought for us. Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot. K. Hen. Do we all holy rites; Let there be sang Non nobis, and Te Deum men. mouth'd sea, Which, like mighty whiffler 'fore the king, Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent, (As, in good time, he may,) from Ireland • The king (says the Chronicles,) caused the psalm In enitulera de Egypte, to be sung after the victory. An officer who walks first in processions. 1 The earl of Essex, in the reign of Elizabeth. |