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. Wil. My liege, this was my glove; here is the fellow of it; and he, that I gave it to in change, promised to wear it in his cap: I promised to strike him if he did: I met this man with my glove in his cap, and I have been as good as my word. Flu. Your majesty hear now, (saving your majesty's manhood) what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lousy knave it is. I hope, your majesty is pear me testimony, and witness, and avouchments, that this is the glove of Alençon, that your majesty is give me, in your conscience now. K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier: look, here is the fellow of it. "Twas I, indeed, thou promisedst to strike; and thou hast given me most bitter terms. Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck answer for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld. K. Hen. How canst thou make me satisfaction? Wil. 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. Wil. 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:- Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in his pelly. Hold, there is twelvepence for you; and I pray you to serve Got, and keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, and dissensions; and, I warrant you, it is the petter for you. Wil. 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 goot silling, I warrant you, or I will change it. Enter ENGLISH HERALD. K. Hen. Now, herald, are the dead number'd? K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle ? Exe. Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the king; John duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt : Of other lords and barons, knights and 'squires, Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand French, That in the field lie slain of princes, in this number, And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead The rest are-princes, barons, lords, knights, 'squires, And gentlemen of blood and quality. The names of those their nobles that lie dead,- The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures; Dauphin; John duke of Alençon; Antony duke of Brabant, Where is the number of our English dead? [Herald presents another paper. Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk, None else of name; and, of all other men, But five and twenty. O God, thy arm was here, Ascribe we all. When, without stratagem, On one part and on the other?-Take it, God, K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the village : And be it death proclaimed through our host, Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell how many is killed? K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknowlegment, That God fought for us. Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot. Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum; Where ne'er from France arrived more happy men. ACT V. Enter CHORus. Cho. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story, : That I may prompt them and of such as have, sea, Which, like a mighty whiffler 2 'fore the king, |