458 KING HENRY V. We are but warriors for the working-day :' But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim: Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee well; faites vous prest; car ce soldat icy est disposé tout Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant, Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie pour l'amour de 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, de pardonner aucun prisonnier; neantmoins, pour [Exit. les escus que vous l'avez promis, il est content de K. Hen. I fear, thou'it once more come again for vous donner la liberté, le franchisement. ransom. Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille remerciemens: et je m'estime heureux que je suis tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le d'Angleterre. plus brave, valiant, et tres distingué seigneur Pist. Expound unto me, boy. Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand thanks: and he esteems himself happy that he hath [Exeunt. fallen into the hands of (as he thinks) the most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of SCENE IV.The field of battle. Alarums: England. Pist. Yield, cur. Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme de bonne qualité. Pist. Quality, call you me?-Construe me, art thou a gentleman? What is thy name? discuss. Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu! Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a gentleman:- Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde! ayez pitié de moy! Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty moys; Fr. Sol. Est-il impossible d'eschapper la force de ton bras? Pist. Brass, cur! Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat, Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy! Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.[Exit Pistol. Follow me, cur. I Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine. [Exit French Soldier. did never know so full a voice issue from so empty makes the greatest sound. Bardolph, and Nym, a heart; but the saying is true,-The empty vessel had ten times more valour than this roaring devil '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 baggage of our camp: the French might have [Exil. to guard it, but boys. good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none a SCENE V.-Another part of the field of battle. Con. O diable! Orl. O seigneur !-le jour est perdu, tout est perdu! Dau. Mort de ma vie ! all is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys?-Sits Boy. Escoutez; Comment estes-vous appellé ? Boy. He says, his name is-master Fer. Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk? him, and Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat. Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous (1) We are soldiers but coarsely dressed. (5) An old cant word for a sword, so called from tune!Do not run away. Con. mocking in our plumes.-0 meschante før[A short alarum. Why, all our ranks are broke, Dau. O perdurable shame!-let's stab ourselves. 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; (6) The diaphragm. (7) Lascivious. (9) Chastise. (11) 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? Ori. We are enough, yet living in the field, Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the 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 reckoning, save the phrase is a little variations. Gow. I think, Alexander the great was born in Macedon; his father was called-Philip of Mace[Exeunt. 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 Moumouth, 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 Let life be short; else, shame will be too long. don, as I take it. SCENE VI-Another part of the field.-Ala- rums. and others. 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 hc, good uncle? thrice, within I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting; Exe. In which array (brave soldier) doth he lie, Suffolk first died; and York, all haggled over, And cries aloud,-Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk! Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up: The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd K. Hen. Give the word through. 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, (God knows, and 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 not like him in that: he never killed any 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 comparisons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, being in his ales and his cups; so also Harry Monmouth, in 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 porn at Monmouth. Gow. Herc comes his majesty. Alarum. Enter King Henry, with a part of the K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to Franco Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have; SCENE VIR-Another part of the field. Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my licge. rums. 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? Gov. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; 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. Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be. K. Hen. How now, what means this, herald? know'st thou not, 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. O, 'tis a That we may wander o'er this bloody field, gallant king! Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain (2) Scour. (1) Reached. To book our dead, and then to bury them; 460 KING HENRY V. (So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs I tell thee truly, herald, Mont. The day is yours. K. Hen. Praised be God, and not our strength, for it! What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by? Mont. They call it-Agincourt. K. Hen. Then call we this-the field of Agin court, Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus. Fiu. 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. station is as arrant a villain, and a Jack sauce, as K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou Will. So I will, my liege, as I live. K. Hen. Who servest thou under? Flu. Gower is a goot captain; and is goot know- R. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier. [Exit. K. Hen. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for me, and stick it in thy cap: When Alençon and myself were down together, I plucked this glove from his helm: 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 tho dost love me. Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as can be desired in the hearts of his subjects: I would fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall find himself aggriefed at this glove, that is all; but would fain see it once; an please Got of his grace, that I might see it. I K. Hen. Knowest thou Gower? Flu. He is iny dear friend, an please you. Flu. Your majesty savs 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 to my tent. 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! Flu. I will fetch him. [Exit. K. Hen. My lord of Warwick,-and my brother Follow Fluellen closely at the heels: The glove, which I have given him for a favour, May, haply, purchase him a box o' the ear; It is the soldier's; I, by bargain, should Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick: If that the soldier strike him (as, I judge 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, K. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman. all the 'orld: I need not to be ashamed of your And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder, K. Hen. God keep me so!-Our heralds go with Bring me just notice of the numbers dead [Points to Williams. Exe. Mont. and others. Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of 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 soundiv. 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,2 quite from the answer of his degree. Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath: If he be perjured, see you now, his repu(2) High rank. (1) Coward. [Exeunt. Follow, and see there be no harm between them.- Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain. 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. 'Sbuld, 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 Will. I am no traitor. treason his payment into plows, I warrant you. 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 Alençon's. Enter Warwick and Gloster. War. How now, how now! what's the matter? (3) For saucy Jack. KING HENRY V. 461 Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be Got One hundred twenty-six: added to these, for it!) a most contagious treason come to light, Of knights, esquires, and gallant 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, There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries; The rest are-princes, barons, lords, knights, 'squires, 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. And gentlemen of blood and quality. The names of those their nobles that lie dead,Will. My liege, this was my glove; here is the Jacques of Chatillon, admiral of France; Charles De-la-bret, high constable 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 in his cap, and I have been as good as my word. Dauphin; Flu. Your majesty hear now (saving your ma- The brother to the duke of Burgundy; John, duke of Alençon; Antony, duke of Brabant, esty'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 Grandpré, 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? [Herald presents another paper. K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier: Look, here! is the fellow of it. 'Twas I, 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 lease 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. K. Hen. How canst thou make me satisfaction? 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 man; 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, I 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; Till I do challenge it.-Give him the crowns:- And not to us, but to thy arm alone, And be it death proclaimed through our host, tell how many is killed? K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknow- That God fought for us. 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 arriv'd more happy men. 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 good silling, I warrant you, or I will change it. Enter an English Herald. K. Hen. Now, herald; are the dead number'd? Joder in Enter Chorus. Exeunt. Cho. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story, That I may prompt them: and of such as have, K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken, Exe. Charles, duke of Orleans, nephew to the king; K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand That in the field lie slain; of princes, in this And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead sea, Seems to prepare his way: so let him land;" (1) An officer who walks first in processions, You may imagine him upon Blackheath: To welcoine him? much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry. Now in London place him; SCENE I-France. An English court of guard. Gow. Nay, that's right; but why wear you your leek to-day Saint Davy's day is past. Pist. Not for Cadwallader, and all his goats. Flu. You say very true, scald knave, when Got's Gow. Enough, captain; you have astonished" him. Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of my leck, or I will peat his pate four days-Pite, I pray you; it is goot for your green wound, and your ploody coxcomb. Pist. Must I bite? Flu. Yes, certainly; and out of doubt, and out of questions too, and ambiguities. Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge; I eat, and eke swear Flu. Eat, I pray you: Will you have some more sauce to your leck? there is not enough leek to swear by. Pist. Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see, I eat. Flu. Much goot do you, scald knave, heartily. Nay, 'pray you, throw none away; the skin is goot for your proken coxcomb. When you take occ3sions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock at them; that is all. Pist. Good. Flu. Yes, verily, and in truth, you shall take it; or I have another leck in my pocket, which you shall eat. Pist. I take thy groat, in earnest of revenge. Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cudgels; you shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels. God be wi' you, and keep you, and heal your pate. [Exit. Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things: I will tell you, as my friend, captain Gower; The rascally, scald, beggarly, lousy, pragging knave, Pistol,-which you and yourself, and all the 'orld, know to be no petter than a fellow, look you now, of no merits, he is Pist. All hell shall stir for this. come to me, and prings me pread and salt yester- Gow. Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly day, look you, and pid me eat my leek: it was in knave. Will you mock at an ancient tradition,a place where I could not breed no contentions begun upon an nonourable respect, and worn as with him; but I will be so pold as to wear it in my a memorable trophy of predeceased valour,-and cap till I see him once again, and then I will tell dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words? him a little piece of my desires. Enter Pistol. Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock. Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his turkey-cocks.-Got pless you, ancient Pistol! you scurvy, lousy knave, Got pless you! Pist. Ha! art thou Bedlam? dost thou thirst, base Trojan, To have me fold up Parca's fatal web ? Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek. Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lousy knave, at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eat, look you, this feek; because, look you, you do not love it, nor your affections, and your appetites, and your digestions, does not agree with it, would desire you to eat it. I have seen you gleeking and galling at this gen- now? News have I, that my Nell is dead i'the spital" And there my rendezvous is quite cut off. (5) Spitted, transfixed. [Exit. (6)Dost thou desire to have me put thee to death?' (8) Scoffing, sneering. (7) Stunned. (10) For iilt. |