K. Henry. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with

crowns,

And give it to this fellow. Keep it, fellow;
And wear it for an honour in thy cap,

Till I do challenge it. Give him the Crowns.
And, captain, you must needs be friends with him.
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 you to ferve God, and keep
you out of prawls and prabbles, and quarrels and dif-
fentions, and, I warrant you, it is the better for you.
Will. I will none of your money.

Flu. It is with a good will; I can tell you, it will serve you to mend your fhoes. Come, wherefore should you be fo pafhful; your fhoes are not fo good. 'Tis a good filling, I warrant you, or I will change it.

K. Henry. Now, Herald, are the dead number'd? Her. Here is the number of the flaughter'd French. K. Henry. What prifoners of good fort are taken, uncle?

Exe.

Charles Duke of Orleans, nephew to the

King;

John Duke of Bourbon, and Lord Bouchiqualt:
Of other Lords, and Barons, Knights, and 'Squires,
Full fifteen hundred, befides common men.

K. Henry. This note doth tell me of ten thoufand
French

Slain in the field; of Princes in this number,
And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
One hundred twenty-fix; added to thefe,
Of Knights, Efquires, and gallant Gentlemen,
Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which,
Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd Knights;

Hall.

Charles Duke of Orleans, &c.] This lift is copied from

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So

So that in these ten thousand they have loft,
There are but fixteen hundred mercenaries:
The reft are Princes, Barons, Lords, Knights, 'Squires,
And gentlemen of blood and quality.

The names of those their nobles, that lie dead,
Charles Delabreth, high conftable of France:
Jaques Chatilion, admiral of France;

The mafter of the cross-bows, Lord Rambures;
Great mafter of France, the brave Sir Guichard
Dauphin;

John Duke of Alanson, Anthony Duke of Brabant
The brother to the Duke of Burgundy,

And Edward Duke of Bar: Of lufty Earls,
Grandpree and Rouffie, Faulconbridge and Foyes,
Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Leftrale.
Here was a royal fellowship of death!
Where is the number of our English dead?

Exe. Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suf-
folk,

Sir Richard Ketley, Davy Gam Efquire;

None else of name; and of all other men,
But five and twenty.

K. Henry. O God, thy arm was here!
And not to us, but to thy arm alone,
Afcribe we all. When, without ftratagem,
But in plain fhock and even play of battle,
Was ever known fo great, and little lofs,

On one part, and on th' other?-Take it, Gcd,
For it is only thine.

Ex. 'Tis wonderful!

K. Henry. Come, go we in proceffion to the village: And be it death proclaimed through our hoft, To boaft of this, or take that praife from God, Which is his only.

4 Mercenaries are in this place common foldiers, or hired foldiers. The gentlemen served at their

own charge in confequence cf their tenures.

Flu

Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your Majefty, to tell how many is kill'd?

K. Henry. Yes, captain; but with this acknowledg

ment,

That God fought for us.

Flu. Yes, my confcience, he did us great good.
K. Henry. Do we all holy rites; 5

Let there be fung Non nobis, and Te Deum :
The dead with charity enclos'd in clay;

And then to Calais; and to England then;

Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men.

[Exeunt.

ACT V.

V. SCENE I.

Chorus.

Enter CHORUS.

VOUCHSAFE,
read the story,

to those that have not

That I may prompt them; and to fuch as have,
I humbly pray them to admit th' excufe

Of time, of numbers, and due courfe of things,
Which cannot in their huge and proper life

Be here presented. Now we bear the King
Tow'rd Calais: grant him there; and there being feen,
Heave him away upon your winged thoughts
Athwart the fea. Behold, the English beach
Pales in the flood with men, with wives and boys,
Whofe fhouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouth'd

fea;

5 Do we all holy rites ; &c.] The king (fay the chroniclers) caufed the Pfalm, In exitu Ifrael de Egypto (in which, according

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to the vulgate, is included the Pfalm. Non nobis domne, &c) to be fung after the victory.

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Which,

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Which, like a mighty whiffler 'fore the King,
Seems to prepare his way. So let him land,
And folemnly fee him fet on to London.
So fwift a pace hath thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Black-beath,
Where that his Lords defire him to have borne
His bruifed helmet, and his bended fword,
Before him through the city; he forbids it;
Being free from vainnefs and felf-glorious pride,
7 Giving full trophy, fignal, and oftent,
Quite from himself to God. But now behold,
In the quick forge and working house of thought,
How London doth pour out her citizens;
The Mayor and all his brethren in best fort,
8 Like to the fenators of antique Rome,
With the Plebeians fwarming at their heels,
Go forth and fetch their conqu'ring Cafar in.
As by a lower but by loving likelihood,

Were

his fatire is very rarely partial or licentious. WARBURTON.

9 Likelihood,] Likelihood, for fimilitude. WARBURTON.

The later editors, in hope of mending the measure of this line, have injured the fenfe. The folio reads as I have printed, but all the books, fince revifal became fashionable, and editors have been more diligent to dif play themselves than to illuftrate their authour, have given the line thus ;

As by a low, but loving likeli

bood. Thus they have deftroyed the praife which the poet defigned for Effex; for who would think himself honoured by the epithet low? The poet, defirous to celebrate that great man, whofe popularity was then his boaft, and afterwards his deftruction,

Were now the General of our gracious Empress
(As in good time he may) from Ireland coming,
Bringing rebellion broached on his sword;
How many would the peaceful city quit,

To welcome him? much more, and much more caufe,
Did they this Harry. Now in London place him;
(As yet the lamentation of the French

Invites the King of England's Stay at home:
The Emperor's coming in behalf of France,
To order peace between them) and omit
All the occurrences, whatever chanc'd,
'Till Harry's back return again to France;
There muit we bring him; and myself have play'd
The int'rim, by remembring you, 'tis paft.
Then brook abridgment, and your eyes advance
After your thoughts, ftraight back again to France.

Gower.

SCENE II.

The English Camp in France.

N

+ Enter Fluellen and Gower.

AY, that's right. But why wear you your Leek to day? St. David's day is past. Flu. There is occafions and caufes why and wherefore in all things. I will tell you as a friend, captain Gower; the rafcally, fcauld, beggarly, lowfy, pragging knave, Pistol, which you and yourfelf and all the world know to be no petter than a fellow, look you now, of no merits; he is come to me and prings Atruction, compares him to king Harry; but being afraid to offend the rival courtiers, or perhaps the queen herself, he confeffes that he is lower than a king, but would never have reprefented him abfolutely as low.

Were now the General, &c.] The Earl of Effex in the reign of Queen Elizabeth. POPE. * Breached.] Spitted; tranf

fixed.

Enter Fluellen and Gower.] This fcene ought, in my opinion, to conclude the fourth act, and be placed before the laft chorus. There is no English camp in this act; the quarrel apparently happens before the return of the army to England, and not after fo long an interval as the chorus has fupplied. Hh 4

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