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son, kneeling at our feet, but a weak and worth- dull elements of earth and water never appear in
Con. Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and
Dau. It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is K. Hen. Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance back,
enforces homage. And tell thy king,- do not seek him now;
Orl. No more, cousin.
theme as fuent as the sea ; turn the sands into elo-
for a sovereign's sovereign to ride on ; and for Who when they were in health, I tell thee, herald, the world (familiar to us, and unknown,) to lay I thought, upon one pair of English legs
apart their particular functions, and wonder at bim.
and perfection of a good and particular mistress. Stand in our way. There's for thy labour, Montjoy. Con. Ma foy! the other day, methought, your Go, bid thy master well advise himsell :
mistress shrewdly shook your back.
and you rode, like a kerne of Ireland, your French We would not seek a battle, as we are ;
hose off, and in your strait trossers.” Nor, as we are, we say, we will not shun it; Con. You have good judgment in horsemanship. So tell your master.
Dau. Be warned by me then: they that ride so, Mont. shall deliver so. Thanks to your high- and ride not warily, 'fall into foul bogs; I had ness.
(Exit Montjoy. rather have my horse to my mistress. Glo. I hope they will not come upon us now. Con. I had as lief have my mistress a jade. K. Hen. We are in God's hand, brother, not in Dau. I tell thee, constable, my mistress Wears theirs.
her own hair. March to the bridge ; it now draws toward night :- Con. I could make as true a boast as that, if I Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves ; had a sow to my mistress. And on to-morrow bid them march away. (Exe. Dau. Le chien est retourné à son propre vomisseSCENE VII.-The French camp, near Agin- ment, et la truie lavée au bourbier : thou makest
court. Enter the Constable of France, the Lord use of any thing: Rambures, the Duke of Orleans, Dauphin, and
Con. Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress; others.
or any such proverb, so little kin to the purpose.
Ram. My lord constable, the armour, that I Con. Tut! I have the best armour of the world. saw in your tent to-night, are those stars, or suns, "Would, it were day!
Orl. You have an excellent armour; but let my Con. Stars, my lord. horse have his due.
Dau. Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope. Con. It is the best horse of Europe.
Con. And yet my sky shall not want. Orl. Will it never be morning ?
Dau. That may be, for you bear a many superfluDau. My lord of Orleans, and my lord high ously; and 'twere more honour, some were away. constable, you talk of horse and armour,- Con. Even as your horse bears your praises ;
Orl. You are as well provided of both, as any who would trot aš well, were some of your brags prince in the world.
dismounted. Dau. What a long night is this !--I will not Dau. 'Would I were able to load him with his change my horse with any that treads but on four desert! Will it never be day? I will trot to-morpasterns. Ca, ha! He bounds from the earth, as row a mile, and my way shall be paved with Eng. it his entrails were hairs; le cheval volant, the lish faces. Pegasus, qui a les narines de feu! When I bestride Con. I will not say so, for fear I should be him, I soar, I am a awk : he trots the r; the faced out of my way: But I would it were mornearth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of ing, for I would fain be about the ears of the ais hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes. English. Orl. He's of the colour of the nutmeg.
Ram. Who will go to hazard with me for twenty Dant. And of the heat of the ginger. It is a English prisoners ? beast for Perseus : he is pure air and fire; and the
(3) Alluding to the bounding of tennis-balls, (1) Hinderance.
which were stuffed with hair. Then used for God being my guide.
Con. You must first go yourself to hazard, ere only stomachs to eat, and none to fight. Now is it you have them.
time to arm: Come, shall we about it? Dau. 'Tis midnight, I'll go arm myself. [Exit. Orl. It is now two o'clock : but, let me see,-by Orl. The dauphin longs for morning.
ten, Ram. He longs to eat the English.
We shall have each a hundred Englishmen. (Eze. Con. I think, he will eat all he kills.
Orl. By the white hand of my lady, he's a gallant prince. Con. Swear by her foot, that she may tread out
ACT IV. the oath.
Enter Chorus. Orl. He is, simply, the most active gentleman of France.
Chor. Now entertain conjecture of a time, Con. Doing is activity: and he will still be doing. When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Orl. He never did harm, that I heard of. Fills the wide vessel of the universe.
Con. Nor will do none to-morrow; he will keep From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, that good name still.
The hum of either army stilly sounds, Orl. I know him to be valiant.
That the fix'd sentinels almost receive Con. I was told that, by one that knows him The secret whispers of each other's watch: better than you.
Fire answers fire ; and through their paly flames Orl. What's he?
Each battle sees the other's umber'dface: Con. Marry, he told me so himself; and he said, Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs he cared not who knew it.
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents, Orl. He needs not, it is no hidden virtue in him. The armourers, accomplishing the knights,
Con. By my faith, sir, but it is; never any body With busy hammers closing rivets up, saw it, but his lackey: 'tis a hooded valour; and, Give dreadful note of preparation. when it appears, it will bate."
The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, Orl. lll will never said well.
And the third hour of drowsy morning name. Con. I will cap that proverb with—There is Proud of their numbers, and secure in soul, flattery in friendship.
The confident and over-lustys French Orl. And I will take up that with-Give the Do the low-rated English play at dice; devil his due.
And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night, Con. Well placed; there stands your friend for Who, like a foul and ugly
witch, doth limp. the devil: have at the very eye of that proverb, So tediously away. The poor condemned English, with-A pox of the devil.
Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires Orl. You are the better at proverbs, by how Sit patiently, and inly ruminate much-A fool's bolt is soon shot.
The morning's danger; and their gesture sad, Con. You have shot over.
Investing lank-lean cheeks, and war-worn coats, Orl. 'Tis not the first time you were overshot. Presenteth them unto the gazing moon Enter a Messenger.
So many horrid ghosts. 0, now, who will behold
The royal captain of this ruin'd band, Mess. My lord high constable, the English lie Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, within fifteen hundred paces of your tent.
Let him cry--Praise and glory on his head! Con. Who hath measured the ground? For forth he goes, and visits all his host; Mess. The lord Grandpré.
Bids them good-morrow, with a modest smile; Con. A valiant and most expert gentleman.-- And calls them-brothers, friends, and countrymen. Would it were day!-Alas, poor Harry of England: Upon his royal face there is no note, - he longs not for the dawning, as we do.
How dread an army hath enrounded him; Orl. What a wretched and peevisha fellow is Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour this king of England, to mope with his fat-brained Unto the weary and all-watched night: followers so far out of his knowledge!
But freshly looks, and overbears attaint, Con. If the English had any apprehension, they With cheerful semblance, and sweet majesty ; would run away.
That every wretch, pining and pale before, Orl. That they lack; for if their heads had any Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks : intellectual armour, they could never wear such A largess universal, like the sun, heavy head-pieces.
His liberal eye doth give to every one, Ram. That island of England breeds very valiant Thawing cold fear. Then, mean and gentle all, creatures; their mastiffs are of unmatchablecourage. Behold, as may unworthiness define,
Orl. Foolish curs ! that run winking into the A little touch of Harry in the night: mouth of a Russian bear, and have their heads And so our scene must to the battle fly; crushed like rotten apples : You may as well say,
Where (O for pity!) we shall much disgrace that's a valiant flea, that dare eat his breakfast on with four or five most vile and ragged foils, the lip of a lion.
Right ill-dispos'd, in brawl ridiculous, Con. Just, just; and the men do sympathize with The name of Agincourt: Yet, sit and see; the mastiffs, in robustious and rough coming on, Minding true things, by what their mockeries be. leaving their wits with their wives : and then give
[Exit. them great meals of beef, and iron, and steel, they SCENE 1.—The English camp at Agincourt. will eat like wolves, and fight like devils. Orl. Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of
Enter King Henry, Bedford, and Gloster. beef.
K. Hen. Gloster, 'tis true, that we are in great Con. Then we shall find to-morrow-they have danger ;
(1) An equivoque in terms in falconry: he means, (2) Foolish. (3) Gently, lowly. his valour is hid from every body but his lackey, (4) Discoloured by the gleam of the fires. and when it appears it will fall off.
(6) Calling to remembrance.
The greater therefore should our courage be. K. Hen. It sorts wellt with your fierceness.
Enter Fluellen and Gower, sererally.
Gow. Captain Flucllen!
Flu. So! in the name of Cheshu Christ, speak
lower. It is the greatest admiration in the univerBesides, they are our outward consciences,
sal 'orld, when the true and aurcient prerogatiles And preachers to us all; admonishing,
and laws of the wars is not kept : if you would take That we should dress iis fairly for our end.
the pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the Thus may we gather honey from the weed,
Great, you shall find, I warrant you, that there is And make a moral of the devil himself.
no liddle taddie, or pibble pabble, in Pompey's Enter Erpingham.
carp; warrant you, you shall find the ceremonies
of the wars, and ihe cares of it, and the forms of Good-morrow, old sir Thomas Erpingham: it, and the sobriety of it, and the modesty of it, to A good sott pillow for that good white head be otherwise. Ware better than a chur ish turf of France. Gow. Why, the enemy is loud; you heard him Erp. Not so, my liege; this lodging likes me all night. better,
Flu. If the enemy is an ass, and a fool, and : Since ! may say-now lie I like a king:
prating coxcomb, is it meet, ihink you, that we K. Hjen. "Tis good for incn to love their present should also, look you, be an ass, and a fool, and a pains,
prating coxcomb; in your own conscience now! Upon example; so the spirit is eased:
Gow. I will speak lower. And, when the mind is quickeud, out of doubt, Flu. I pray you, and beseech you, that you will. The organs, though defunct and dead before,
(Ereunt Gower and Fluellen. Break up their drowsy grive, and newly move
K. Hen. Though it appear a little out of fashion, Witk casted slough' and fresh legerity.
There is much care and valour in this Welshman.
Enter Bates, Court and Williams.
Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the morn-
Bates. I think ii be: but we have no great cause K. Hen.
No, my good knight ;
to desire the approach of day. Go with my brothers to my lords of England:
Will. We see yonder the beginning of the day, I and my bosom muai debate a while,
but, I think, we shall never see the end of it.And then I would no other company.
Who goes there? Erp. The Lord in heaven bless thce, noble Harry!
K. Hen. A friend. (Exit Erping ham.
Will. Under what captain serve you? K. llen. God-a-merey, old heart! thou speakest
K. Hen. Under sir Thomas Erpingham. cheerfully.
Will. A good old commander, and a most kind
gentleman: I pray you, what thinks he of our estate? Enter Pistol.
K. Hen. Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that Pist. Qui ta lì ?
look to be washed off the next tide. k. llen. A friend.
Bales. He hath not told his thought to the king? Pist. Discuss unto me; art thou oficer;
K. Hen. No; nor it is not meet he should. For, Op art thou base, common, and popular? though I speak it to you, I think the king is but a K. Hen. I am a gentleman of a company.
mu, as I am: the violet smells to him, as it doth Pisl. Travlest thou the puissant pike?
to me; the eleinent shows to him, as it doth to me; k. Hen. Even so: What are you?
all his senses have but human conditions :s his cerePist. As rood a grntleman as the emperor.
monies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a K. Bon. Then you are better than the king. man; and though his affections are higher mounted
Pisl. The king's a bawcock, and a heart of gold, than ours, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with A lari of lite, anirapof same;
the like wing; therefore, when he sees reason of Of parents mooi most viliant:
fears, as we do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the I kiss his dirty shoe, ani from my heart-strings sme relish as ours are : Yet, in reason, no man I love tbe lovely Doliv. What's thy name? should possess him with any appearance of fear, lest K. Hen. Harry la Rry.
he, by showing it, should dishearten his arms. Pist. Le Roy? a Cornish name: art thou or Bates. He may show what outward courage he Cornish crew ?
will: but, I believe, as cold a night as 'lis, he could K. Hen. No, I am a Welshman.
wish himself in the Thames up to the neck; and so Pist. Knowest thou Fluellen!
I would he were, and I by him, at all adventures, K. Ilen. Fes.
so we were quit here. Pist. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate, K. Hen. By my troth, I will speak my conscience Upon Saint Davy's day.
of the king; I think, he would not wish himself any K. Hen. Do not you wear your dagger in your where but where he is. cap that day, lest he knock that about yours.
Bates. The 'would he were here alone ; so Fisl. Art thou his friend?
should he be sure to be ransomed, and a many poor K. Hen. And his kinsman too.
men's lives saved. Pest. The sigo for thee then!
K. Hen. I dare say, you love him not so ill, to K. Hen. I thank you: God be with you!
wish him here alone; howsoever you speak this, to Pist. My naine is Pistol called. (Exit. feel other men's minds: Methinks, I could not die
(1) Slough is the skin which serpents annually! (2) Lightness, nimbleness. Werew off.
(3) Son. (4) Agrees. (5) Qualities
any where so contented, as in the king's company; K. Hen. I myself heard the king say, he would his cause being just, and his quarrel lionourable. not be ransomed. Will. That's more than we know.
Will. Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheerfully: Bates. Ay, or more than we should seek after ; but, when our throats are cut, he may be ransomed, for we know enough, if we know we are the king's and we ne'er the wiser. subjects; if his cause be wrong, our obedience to K. Hen. If I live to see it, I will never trust his the king wipes the crime of it out of us.
word after. Will. But, if the cau be not good, the king Will. 'Mass, you'll pay' him then! That's a pehimself hath a heavy reckoning to make; when all rilous shot out of an elder gun, that a poor and prithose legs, and arms, and heads, chopped off in a vate displeasure can do against a monarch! you may battle, shall join together ai the latter day, and as well go about to turn the sun to ice, with fanning cry all-We died at such a place ; some, swearing; in his face with a peacock's feather. You'll never some, crying for a surgeon; some, upon their wives trust his word aster! come, 'tis a foolish saying ! left poor behind them; some, upon the debts they K. Hen. Your reproof is something too round ;s owe; some, upon their children rawly? left. I am I should be angry with you, if the time were conaseard there are few die well, that die in battle ; venient. for how can they charitably dispose of any thing, Will. Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live. when blood is their argument ? Now, if these men
K. Hen. I embrace it. do not die well, it will be a black matter for the Will. How shall I know thee again? king that led them to it; whom to disobey, were K. Hen. Give me any gage of thine, and I will against all proportion of subjection.
wcar it in my bonnet: then, if ever thou darest K. Hen. So, if a son, that is by his father sent acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel. about merchandise, do sinfully miscarry upon the Will. Here's my glove; give me another of thine. sea, the imputation of his wickedness, by your rule, K. Hen. There. should be imposed upon his father that sent him: or Will. This will I also wear in my cap: if ever if a servant, under his master's command, transport- thou come to me and say, after to-morrow, This is ing a sum of money, be assailed by robbers, and die my glove, by this hand, I will take thee a box on in many irreconciled iniquities, you may call the the ear. business of the master the author of the servant's K. Hen. If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it. damnation :-But this is not so: the king is not Will. Thou darest as well be hanged. bound to answer the particular endings of his sol- K. Hen. Well, I will do it, though I take thce diers, the father of his son, nor the master of his in the king's company. servant; for they purpose not their death, when Will. Keep thy word: fare thee well. they purpose their services. Besides, there is no Bates. Be friends, you English fools, be friends ; king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to we have French quarrels enough, if you could tell the arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all how to reckon. unspotted soldiers. Some, peradventure, have on K. Hen. Indeed, the French may lay twenty them the guilt of premeditated and contrived mur- French crowns to one, they will beat us; for they der; some, of beguiling virgins with the broken bear them on their shoulders : But it is no English seals of perjury; some, making the wars their bul- treason, to cut French crowns; and, to-morrow, wark, that have before gored the gentle bosom of the king himself will be a clipper. [Exe. Soldiers. peace with pillage and robbery. Now, if these men Upon the king ! let us our lives, our souls, have defeated the law, and out-run nalive punish- Our debts, our careful wives, our children, and ment, though they can outstrip men, they have no Our sins, lay on the king ;-we must bear all. wings to fly from God: war is his beadle, war is O hard condition ! twin-born with greatness, his vengeance ; so that here men are punished, for Subjécted to the breath of every fool, before-breach of the king's laws, in now the king's Whose sense no morecan feel but his own wringing! quarrel: where they seared the death, they have What infinite heart's ease must kings neglect, borne life away; and where they would be safe, That private men enjoy ? they perish: Then if they die unprovided, no more And what have kings, ihat privates have not too, is the king guilty of their damnation, than he was Save ceremony, save general ceremony? before guilty of those impieties for the which they And what art thou, thou idol ceremony? are now visited. Every subject's duty is the king's"; What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore of mortal griefs, than do thy worshippers ? should every soldier in the wars do as every sick What are thy rents? what are thy comings-in ? man in his bed, wash every mote out of his con- O ceremony, show me but thy worth! science: and dying so, death is to him advantage; What is the soul of adoration ? or not dying, the time was blessedly lost, wherein Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form, such preparation was gained: and, in him that Creating awe and fear in other men ? escapes, it were not sin to think, that making God Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd so free an offer, he let him outlive that day to see Than they in fearing, his greatness, and to teach others how they should What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, prepare.
But poison'd flattery ? O, be sick, great greatness, Will. 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the And bid thy ceremony give thee cure ! ill is upon his own head, the king is not to answer Think's thou, the fiery fever will go out for it.
With titles blown from adulation ? Bales. I do not desire he should answer for me; Will it give place to flexure and low bending ? and yet I determine to fight lustily for him. Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's
knee, (1) The last day, the day of judgment. Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream, (2) Suddenly. 13) i, e. Punishment in their native country. (5) Too rough.
(4) To pay here signifies to bring to aceount, to (6) What is the real worth and intrinsic value punish.
of adoration ?
That play'st so subtly with a king's repose ; Dau. Via !1_-les eaux et la terre-
Orl. Rien, puis ? Pair et le fel'Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball,
Dau. Ciel! cousin Orleans.--
Now, my lord constable ! The throne he sits on, nor the tide ot pomp
Con. Ilark, how our steeds for present service That beats upon the high shore of this world,
neigh. No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony, ,
Dau. Mount them, and make incision in their Not all these, laid in bed majestical, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave; That their hot blood may spin in English eyes, Who, with a body tilld, and vacant mind, And dout* them with superfluous courage : Ha! Gels bim to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread; Ram. What, will you have them weep our Never sees horrid night, the child of hell;
horses' blood But, like a lackey, from the rise to set,
How shall we then behold their natural tears? Sweats in the eye of Phæbus, and all night Sleeps in Elysiuin; next day, after dawn,
Enter a Messenger. Doth rise, and help Hyperion to his horse; Mess. The English are embattled, you French And follows so the ever-running year,
peers. With profitable labour, lo his grave:
Con. To horse, you gallant princes ! straight to And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,
horse ! Winding up days with toil, and nights with sleep, Do but behold yon poor and starved band, Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king.
And your fair show shall suck away their souls, The slave, a member of the country's peace, Leaving them but the shales and husks of men. Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots,
There is not work enough for all our hands; Whai watch the king keeps to maintain the peace, Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins, Whose hours the peasant best advantages.
To give each naked curtle-axe a stain,
That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, Enter Erpingham.
And sheath for lack of sport : let us but blow on Erp. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your ab- them, sence,
The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. Seek through your camp to find you.
'Tis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords, K. Hen.
Good old knight, That our superfluous lackeys, and our peasants,– Collect them all together at my tent:
Who, in unnecessary action, swarm I'll be before thee.
About our squares of battle, - were enough Erp.
I shall do't, my lord. (Eril. To purge this field of such a hildings foe; K. Hen. O God of battles ! steel my soldiers' Though we, upon this mountain's basis by, hearts !
Took stand for idle speculation: Possess them not with fear; take from them now But that our honours must not. What's to say? The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers A very little little let us do, Piuck their hearts from them!-Not to-day, O Lord, And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound (not to-day, think not upon the fault
The tucket-sonuance, and the note to mount: My father made in compassing the crown! For our approach shall so much dare the field, 1 Richard's body have interred new ;
That England shall crouch down in fear, and yield. And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears, *Than from it issued forced drops of blood.
Enter Grandpré. Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,
Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up
France ? Towards heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests 11-favour'dly become the morning field: Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do: Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose, Though all that I can do, is nothing worth ; And our air shakes them passing scornfully. Since that my penitence comes after all,
Big Mars seems bankrupi in their beggar'd host, Imploring pardon.
And saintly through a rusty beaver peeps.
Their horsemen set like fixed candlesticks,
With torch-staves in their hand: and their poor jades Glo. My liege!
Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips ; K. Hen. My brother Gloster's voice?-Ay; The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes; I know thy errand, I will go with thee :
And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bít The day, my friends, and all things, stay for me. Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionless;
[Exeunt. And their executors, the knavish crows,
Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour. SCENE II.-The French camp. Enter Dauphin, Description cannot suit itself in words, Orleans, Rambures, and others.
To démonstrate the life of such a battle Orl. The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords. In life so lifeless as it shows itself. Dau Montez à chevad :-My horse! valet ! lac- Con. They have said their prayers, and they stay quay ! ha !
for death. Orl. O brave spirit!
Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh
suits, (1) Farced is stuffed. The tumid puffy titles with which a king's name is introduced.
(5) Mean, despicable. (2) The sun.
(6) The name of an introductory flourish on the (3) An old encouraging exclamation.
trumpet. Do them out. extinguish them.