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And give their fasting horses provender, Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter,
And after fight with them?

Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,--
Con. I stay but for my guard; On, to the tield : Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd:
I will the banner from a trumpet take,

This story shall the good man teach his son ;
And use it for my haste. Come, come away! And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
The sun is high, and we out wear the day. (Exe. From this day to the ending of the world,

But we in it shall be remembered :
SCENE 111.- The English camp. Enter the We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ;

English host; Gloster, Bedforu, Exeter, Salis. For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me, bury, and Westmoreland.

Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, Glo. Where is the king ?

This day shall gentle his condition : Bed. The king himself is rode to view their battle. And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, West. Of fighting men they have full threescore Shall think themselves accurs’d, they were not here; thousand,

And bold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, Ere. There's five to one: besides, they all are That fought with us upon St. Crispin's day. fresh,

Enter Salisbury.
Sal. God's arm strike with us ! 'tis a searful odds.
God be wi' you, princes all! I'll to my charge :

Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with

speed: If we no more meet, till we meet in heaven, Then, joyfully,--my noble lord of Bedford,

The French are bravely in their battles set, My dear lord Gloster,-and my good lord Exeter, and will with all expedience charge on us.

K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds be 60. And my kind kinsman,--warriors all, adieu ! Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck

West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward

now! go with thee! Ere. Farewell, kind lord ; fight valiantly to-day:

K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it,

England, cousin ? For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour.

West. God's will, my liege, 'would you and I [Erit Salisbury. Without more' help, might fight this battle out!

alone, Bed. He is ashell of valour, as of kindness : Princely in both.

K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five

thousand men; West. O that we now had here

Which likes me better, than to wish us one.Enter King Henry.

You know your places : God be with you all! But one ten thousand of those men in England, That do no work lo-day!

Tucket. Enter Montjoy. K. Hen.

What's he that wishes so ? Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, king My cousin Westmoreland ?-No, my fair cousin :

Harry, If we are mark'd to die, we are enough

If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, To do our country loss; and if to live,

Before thy most assured overthrow: The fewer men, the greater share of honour. For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf, God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. Thou needs must be englutted.--Besides, in mercy, By Jove, I am not covetous for gold;

The constable desires thee thou wilt minds Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost; Thy followers of repentance; that their souls 1t yearns' me not, if men my garments wear; May make a peaceful and a sweet retire Such outward things dwell not in my desires : From off these fields, where (wretches) their poor But, if it be a sin to covet honour,

bodies I am the most offending soul alive.

Must lie and fester. No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: K. Hen.

Who hath sent thee now? God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour, Mont. The constable of France. As one man more, methinks, would share from me, K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer back; For the best hope I have. 0, do not wish one more: Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. Rather proclain it, Westmoreland, through my host, Good God! why should they mock poor fellows 'That he, which hath no stomach to this fight,

thus ? Let him depart; his passport shall be made, The man, that once did sell the lion's skin And crowns for convoy put into his purse : While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him, We would not die in that man's company, A many of our bodies shall, no doubt, That fears his fellowship to die with us.

Find native graves ; upon the which, I trust, This day is call'd-the feast of Crispian : Shall witness live in brass of this day's work: He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home, And those that leave their valiant bones in France, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills, And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

They shall be fam'd; for there the sun shall greet He, that shall live this day, and see old age,

them, Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends, And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; And say-lo-morrow is Saint Crispian :

Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime, Then will he strip bis sleeve, and show his scars, The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France. And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day. Mark then a bounding valour in our English; Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot,

That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing, But he'll remember, with advantages,

Break out into a second course of mischief,
What feats he did that day: Then shall our names, Killing in relapse of mortality.
Familiar in their mouths as household words, Let me speak proudly ;-Tell the constable,
(1) Grieves.

(3) Gallantly. (4) Expedition. (5) Remind. (2) i. e. This day shall advance him to the rank (6) i. e. In brazen plates anciently let into tomhof a gentleman.

stones.

cents escus.

ransom.

We are but warriors for the working-day: faites vous prest; car ce soldat iey est disposé tout
Our gayness, and our gilt, are all besmirch'd' à cette heure de couper vostre gorge.
With rainy marching in the painful field;

Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant,
There's not a piece of feather in our host, Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns;
(Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly,) Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.
And time hath worn us into slovensy:

Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie pour l'amour de But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim : Dieu, me pardonner ! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne And my poor soldiers tell me-yet cre night maison : gardez ma vie, et je vous donneray dou They'll be in fresher robes, or they will pluck The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads, Pist. What are his words? And turn them out of service. If they do this, Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a gës(As, if God please, they shall,) my ransom then

tleman of a good house ; and, for his ranson, he Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour; will give you two hundred crowns. Come thou no more for ransom, genue herald ; Pist. Tell him, --my fury shall abate, and I They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints: The crowns will take. Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them, Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-1 ? Shall yield them little, tell the constable.

Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee well; par lonner aucun prisonnier ; neant moins, pour Thor never shalt hear herald any more. (Exit, les esculs que vous l'avez promis, il est content de K. Hen. I lear, thou'lt once more come again for vous donner la liberté, le franchisement.

Fr. Sul. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille

remerciemens : et je m'estime heureu que je suis Enter the Duke of York.

tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg plus brave, valiant, et tres distingue seignes The leading of the vaward.

d'Angleterie. K. Hen. Take it, brave York.-Now, soldiers,

Pist. Expound unto me, boy. march away :

Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!

thanks : and he esteems himself happy that he hath (Ereunt. fallen into the hands of (as a thinks), the most

brave, valorous, and thrie Elethy signiear of SCENE IV.-The field of battle. Alarums : England.

Ercursions. Enter French Soldier, Pistol, and Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.Boy.

Follow me, cur.

(Erit Pistol Pist. Yield, cur.

Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine. Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme

(Exit French Soldier. de bonne qualité.

I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty Pist. Quality, call you me ?--Construe me, art a heart : but the saying is true,-The empty vessel thou a gentleman? What is thy name? discuss.

makes the greatest sound. Bardolph, and Nyn, Fr. Sol. O srigneur Dieu !

had ten times more valour than this roaring devil Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a gentleman :

i'the old play, that every one may pare his nails Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and mark;

with a wooden dagger; and they are both hanged; O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox,”

and so would this be, if he durst steal any thing Except, O signieur, thou do give to me

adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys, with Egregious ransom.

the baggage of our camp: the French might have Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde ! ayez pitié de a good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none moy!

to guard it, but boys.

[Erit. Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty moys; SCENE V.-Another part of the field of battle. For I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat,

Alarums. Enter Dauphin, Orleans, Bourbon, In drops of crimson blood. Fr. Sol. Est-il impossible d'eschapper la force

Constable, Rambures, and others. de ton bras ?

Con. O diable ! Pist. Brass, cur!

Orl. O seigneur !-le jour est perdu, tout est Thou damned and luxurious' mountain goat,

perlu ! Ofer'st me brass ?

Dau. Mort de ma vie ! all is confounded, all! Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy!

Reproach and everlasting shame Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys ? — Sits mocking in our plumes.O meschante farCome hither, boy; Ask me this sluve in French,

tune! What is his name.

Do not run away.

(A short clarum. Boy. Escoutez; Comment estes-vous appellé ? Con.

Why, all our ranks are broke. Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer.

Dau. O perdurable10 shame!-let's stab ourselves. Boy. He says, bis name is--master Fer. Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for?

Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk' him, and Orl. Is this the king we sent to for his ransom? ferret him :discuss the same in French unto him. Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and fer

shame! ret, and firk.

Let us die instant: Once more back again ; Pist. Bid him preparc, for I will cut his throat. And he that will not follow Bourbon now, Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur ?

Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand, Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door,

Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog," (1) We are soldiers but coarsely dressed. (2) Golden show, superficial gilding.

(6) The diaphragm. (9) Lascivious. (3) Soiled. (4) Vanguard.

18) Pieces of money. (9) Chastise. (5) An old cant word for a sword, so called from (10) Lasting. a famous sword-cntler of the name of Fox.

(1) i. e. Who has no more gentility.

His fairest daughter is contaminate.

Gower : What call you the town's name where Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now! Alexander the pig was born ? Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives

Gow. Alexander the great. Unto these English, or else die with fame.

Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? The Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the To smother up the English in our throngs, magnanimous, are all one reckoning, save the If any order might be thought upon.

phrase is a little variations. Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the Gow. I think, Alexander the great was born in throng;

Macedon; his father was called-Philip of MaceLet life be short; else, shame will be too long. don, as I take it.

(Ereuni. Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where Alexander SCENE VI.-- Another part of the field. --Ala

is porn. I tell you, caprain,-'f you look in the Ums. Enter king Henry and forces; Exeter, comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth,

maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the and others.

that the situations, look you, is both alike. There K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover countrymen :

a river at Monmouth; it is called Wye, at MonBut all's not done, yet keep the French the field. mouth: but it is out of my prains, what is the name Exe. The duke of York commends him to your of the other river ; but 'tis ali one, 'tis so like as majesty,

my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle ? thrice, within both. If you mark Alexander's life well, Harry this hour,

of Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent well; I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting; for there is figures in all things. Alexander, (God From helmet to the spur, all blood he was. knows, and you know,) in his rages, and his suries,

Exe. In which array (hrave soldier) doth he lie, and his wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and Larding the plain: and by his bloody side his displeasures, and his indignations, and also being (Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,) a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and The noble carl of Suffolk also lies.

bis angers, look you, kill his pes: friend, Clytus. Sutiolk first died; and York, all haggled over, Gow. Our king is not like him in that: he never Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd, killed any of his friends. And takes him by the heard ; kisses the gashes, Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take That bloodily did yawn upon his face;

tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and And cries aloud, - Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk ! finished. I speak but in the figures and compariMy soul shall thine keep company to heaven : sons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly a-breast; being in his ales and his cups ; so also Harry MonAs, in this glorious and well-foughien field,

th, in right wils and his goot judgments, is We kept together in our chivalry!

turn away the fat knight with the great pelly doubUpon these words I came, and cheer'd him up: let: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knäveries, He smild me in the face, raughi' me his hand, and mocks; I am forget his name. And, with a feeble gripe, says, - Dear my lord, Gow. Sir John Falstaff. Commend my service to my sovereign.

Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there is goot So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck

men porn at Monmouth.
He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips; Gow. Ilere comes his majesty.
And so, espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd
A testament of noble-ending love.

Alarum. Enter King Henry, with a part of the The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd

English forces; Warwick, Gloster, Exeter, and Those waters from me, which I would have stopp'd ;

others. But I had not so much of man in me,

K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to France But all my mother came into mine eyes,

Until this instant.-Take a trumpet, herald ; And gave me up to lears.

Ride thou unto the horsemen on von hill; K. Hen.

I blame you not; If they will fight with us, bid them come down, For, hearing this, I must perforce compound

Or void the field ; they do otsend our sight:
With mistful eyes, or they will issue too.-Alarum. If they'll do neither, we will come to them,
But hark! what new alarum is this same?-
The French have reinforcd their scatter'd men :- Enforced from the old Assyrian slings :

And make them skirr' away, as swift as stones Then every soldier kill his prisoners;

Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have; Give the word through.

[Exeunt. And not a man of them, that we shall take, SCENE VII. Another part of the field. Ala- Shall taste our merey:-Go, and tell them so. mums. Enter Fluellen and Gower.

Enter Montjoy. Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage ! 'tis es- Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, iny pressiy against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant a

liege. piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be offered, Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be. in the 'orld: In your conscience now, is it not? K. Hen. How now, what means this, herald ? Gow. "Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive :

know'st thou not, and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the battle, That I have fin’d these bones of mine for ransom? have done this slaughter: besides, they have burned Com'st thou again for ransom? and carried away all that was in the king's tent; Mont.

No, great king : wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused I come to thee for charitable license, every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. 0, 'tis a That we may wander o'er this bloody field, gallant king!

To book our dead, and then to bury them; Fir. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain To sort our nobles from our common men;

For many of our princes (wo the while!) (1) Reached. (2) Scour. Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood;

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(So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs tation is as arrant a villain, and a Jack sauce," as
În blood of princes ;) and their wounded steeds ever his plack shoe trod upon Got's ground and his
Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild rage, earth, in my conscience, la.
Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters, K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thoa
Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king, meet'st the fellow.
To view the field in safety, and dispose

Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.
Or their dead bodies.

K. Hen. Who servest thou under ? K. Hen.

I tell thee truly, herald, Will. Under captain Gower, my liege. I know not, if the day be ours, or no;

Flu. Gower is a goot captain ; and is goot knowFor yet a many of your horsemen peer,

ledge and literature in the wars. And gallop o'er the field.

K. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier.
Mont.
The day is yours. Will. I will, my liege.

(Erit. K. Hen. Praised be God, and not our strength, K. Hen. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favou for it!

for
me,

and stick it in thy cap: When Alençon and What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by ? mysell' were down together, I plucked this glore Mont. They call it-Agincourt.

from his helm: if any man challenge this, he is a K. Hen. Then call we this--the field of Agin- friend to Alençon and an enemy to our person; if court,

thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an thoa Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus. dost love me.

Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, a please your majesty, and your great-uncle Edward can be desired in the hearts of his subjects: I would the plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the sain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall chronicles, fought a most prave patlle here in find himself aggriefed at this glove, that is all; but France.

I would fain see it once; an please Got of his grace, K. Hen. They did, Fluellen.

that I might see it. Flu. Your majesty savs very true: if your ma- K. Hen. Knowest thou Gower ? jesties is remembered of it, the Welshman did goot Flu. He is any dear friend, an please you. service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him leeks in their Monmouth caps; which, your majesty to my tent. knows, to this hour is an honourable padge of the Flu. I will fetch him.

[Erit. service; and, I do believe, your majesty takes no K. Hen. My lord of Warwick,-and my brother scorn to wear the leck upon Saint Tavy's day.

Gloster,
K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour: Follow Fluellen closely at the heels :
For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman. The glove, which I have given him for a favour,

Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your May, haply, purchase him a box o the ear;
Inajesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell It is the soldier's; 1, by bargain, should
you that: Got pless it and preserve it, as long as Wear it myself. 'Follow, good cousin Warwick:
it pleases his grace, and his majesty too!

Ir that the soldier strike him (as, I judge
K. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman. By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word,)

Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's country- Some sudden mischief may arise of it;
man, I care not who know it; I will confess it to For I do know Fluellen valiant,
all the 'orld: I need not to be ashamed of your And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder,
majesty, praised be Got so long as your majesty And quickly will return an injury:
is an honest man.

Follow, and see there be no harm between them.K. Hen. God keep me so!--Our heralds go with Go you with me, uncle of Exeter. (Erent.

him ; Bring me just notice of the numbers dead

SCENE VIII.-Before King Henry's Paviliol. On both our parts.-Call yonder fellow hither.

Enler Gower and Williams. [Points to Williams. 'Ere. Mont. and others. Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain. Exe. Soldier, you must come to the king.

Enter Fluellen. K. Hen. Soldier, why wear’st thou that glove Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I pe in thy cap?

seech you now, come apace to the king: there is Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage or more goot toward you, peradventure, than is in your one that I should fight withal, if he be alive. knowledge to dream of. K. Hen. An Englishman ?

Will. Sir, know you this glove? Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that Flu. Know the glove? I know, the glove is a swaggered with me last night: who, if'a live, and glove. ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it. take him a box o'the ear : or, if I can see my

[Strikes him. glove in his cap (which he swore, as he was a sol- Flu. 'Sbuld, an arrant traitor, as any's in the dier, ne would wear, if alive,) I will strike it out universal 'orld, or in France, or in England. soundlv.

Gov. How now, sir? you villain ! K. Hen. What think you, captain Fluellen ? is Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn ? it fit this soldier keep his oath ?

Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give Flu. He is a craven' and a villain else, an't treason his payment into plows, I warrant you. please your majesty, in my conscience.

Will. I am no traitor. K. Hen. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman of Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.--I charge you in great sort,? quite from the answer of his degree. his majesty's name, apprehend him; he's a friend

Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the of the duke Alençon's. tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and

Enter Warwick and Gloster. his oath : If he be perjured, see you now, his repu- War. How now, how now! what's the matter? (1) Coward. (2) High rank.

(3) For saucy Jack.

Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be GotOne huudred twenty-six : added to these, for it!) a most contagious treason come to light, of knights, esquires, and galant gentlemen, look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which, Here is his majesty.

Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights:

So that, in these ten thousand they have lost,
Enter King Henry and Exeter. There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries;

The rest are-princes, barons, lords, knights, K. Hen. How now! what's the matter?

'squires, Flu. My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, And gentlemen of blood and quality. look your grace, has struck the glove which your The names of those their nobles that lie dead, majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon. Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France;

Will. My liege, this was my glove; here is the Jacques of Chatillon, admiral of France; fellow of it: and he, that I gave it to in change, The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures; promised to wear it in his cap; I promised to Great-master of France, the brave sir Guischard strike him, if he did : I met this man with my glove Dauphin ; in his cap, and I have been as good as my word. John, duke of Alençon; Antony, duke of Brabant,

Flu. Your majesty hear now (saving your ma- The brother to the duke of Burgundy; jesty's manhood) what an arrant, rascally, beg- And Edward, duke of Bar: of lusty earls, garly, lousy knave it is: I hope, your majesty is Grandpre, and Roussi, Fauconberg, and Foix, pear me testimony, and witness, and avouchments, Beaumont, and Marle, Vaudemont, and Lestrale. that this is the glove of Alençon, that your majes- Here was a royal fellowship of death!ty is give me, in your conscience now.

Where is the number of our English dead? K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier: Look, here

(Herald presents another paper. is the fellow of it. 'Twas 1, indeed, thou promised'st Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk, to strike; and thou hast given me most bitter terms. Sir Richard Ketley, Davy Gam, esquire :

Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck answer None else of name; and, of all other men, for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld. But five and twenty. O'God, thy arm was here,

K. Hen. How canst thou make me satisfaction ? And not to us, but to thy arm alone,

Will. All offences, my liege, come from the heart: Ascribe we all. - When, without stratagem, never came any from mine, that might offend your But in plain shock, and even play of battle, majesty.

Was ever known so great and little loss, K. Aen. It was ourself thou didst abuse. On one part and on the other ?-Take it, God,

Will. Your majesty came not like yourself: you For it is only thine ! appeared to me but as a common man; witness the Ere.

'Tis wonderful ! night, your garments, your lowliness; and what K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the village: your highness suffered under that shapé, I bescech And be it death proclaimed through our host, you, take it for your own fault, and not mine: for To boast of this, or take that praise from God, had you been as I took you for, I made no offence; Which is his only. therefore, I beseech your highness, pardon me. Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to K. Hen. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with tell how many is killed? crowns,

K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknowAnd give it to this fellow.-Keep it, fellow;

ledgment, And wear it for an honour in thy cap,

That God fought for us. Till I do challenge it.-Give him the crowns :- Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot. And, captain, you must needs be friends with him. K. Hen. Do we all holy rites;

Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum. mettle enough in his pelly :-Hold, there is twelve The dead with charity enclos'd in clay, pence for you, and I pray you to serve Got, and keep We'll then to Calais; and to England then; you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, and Where ne'er from France arrir'd more happy men. dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the petter for

Exeunt. you.

Will. I will none of your money.
Flu. It is with a goot will ; I can tell you, it will

ACT V.
serve you to mend your shoes : Come, wherefore
should you be so pashful ? your shoes is not so

Enter Chorus. goot : 'tis a good silling, I warrant you, or I will Cho. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the change it.

story,

That I may prompt them: and of such as have, Enter an English Herald.

I humbly pray them to admit the excuse

of time, of numbers, and due course of things, K. Hen. Now, herald; are the dead number'd? Which cannot in their huge and proper life Her. Here is the number of the slaughter'd Be here presented. Now we bear the king French.

Delivers a paper. Toward Calais : grant him there; there seen, K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken, Heave him away upon your winged thoughts, uncle?

Athwart the sea : Behold, the English beach Exe. Charles, duke of Orleans, nephew to the king; Pales in the flood with men, with wives, and boys, John, duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt: Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouth'd Of other lords, and barons, knights, and 'squires,

sea, Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. Which, like a mighty whiffler? 'fore the king, K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand Seems to prepare his way: so let him land; French,

And, solemnly, see him set on to London. That in the field lie slain : of princes, in this So swist a pace hath thought, that even now

number, And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead (1) An officer who walks first in processions,

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