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And so, espous'd to death, with blood he seald
mother came into mine eyes, And gave me up to tears. K. Hen.
I blame you not ; For, hearing this, I must perforce compound With mistful eyes, or they will issue too.
Alarum. But, hark! what new alarum is this ? The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd men':Then every soldier kill his prisoners ; Give the word through.
Alarums. Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER. 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?
Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the battle, have done this slaughter : besides, they have burned and carried away all that was in the king's tent; wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a. gallant king!
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.
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 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, 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
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 com. parisons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, 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 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 born at Monmouth.
Gow. Here comes his majesty.
Alarum. Enter King Henry, with a Part of the English Forces ; WARWICK, GLOSTER, Exeter, and others.
K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to France Until this instant. Take a trumpet, herald; Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill ; If they will fight with us, bid them come down, Or void the field; they do offend our sight: If they'll do neither, we will come to them; And make them skirro away, as swift as stones Enforced from the old Assyrian slings: Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have ; And not a man of them, that we shall take, Shall taste our mercy :— Go, and tell them so.
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, That I have fin’d these bones of mine for ransome ? Com'st thou again for ransome ? Mont.
No, great king: I come to thee for charitable licence, That we may wander o'er this bloody field, To book our dead, and then to bury them ; To sort our nobles from our common men ; For
many of our princes (woe the while !) Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood ; (So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs In blood of princes ;) and their wounded steeds
Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild rage,
I tell thee truly, herald,
The day is yours.
Mont. They call it — Agincourt.
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. 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 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. 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, so long as your majesty is an honest man. K. Hen. God keep me so !
with him. Bring me just notice of the numbers dead On both our parts. Call yonder fellow hither.
[Points to WILLIAMS. Exeunt MONTJOY
and others. Exe. Soldier, you 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 Beelzebub himself, it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath : if he be perjured, see you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain, and a Jack-sauce 3, as ever his plack shoe trod upon the earth, in my conscience.
K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meet'st the fellow.
Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.
2 High rank.
$ For saucy Jack.