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A many of our bodies shall, no doubt,

Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu ! Find native graves; upon the which, I trust, Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a gentleman:Shall witness live in brass of this day's apork: Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and mark;And those that leave their valiant bones in France, O signieur Dew, thou dy'st on point of fox, Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills. 5 Except, O signieur, thou do give to me They shall be fam’d: for there the sun shall green Egregious ransom. them,

Tr. Sol. O, prenmez miscricorde! ayez pitie de And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; moy! Leaving their earthly parts to choak your clime,

Pist. Movshall not serve, I will have forty moys; The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France. 10 For I will tetch thy rim out at thy throat, Mark then a bounding valour in our English; in drops of crimson blood. That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing, Fr. Sol. Est-il impossible d'eschapper la force Breaks out into a second course of mischiet, de ton bras? Killing in relapse of mortality":

Pist. Brass, cur!
Let me speak proudly;--Tell the Constable, 15 Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat,
We are but warriors for the working-rlay:

Oter'st me brass?
Our gayness, and our gilt”, are all beschid Fr. Sol. 0), pardonnez moi!
With rainy marching in the painful tieli;

Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of mous'? There's not a piece of feather in our host,

Come hither, boy; Ask me this slave in French, (Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly) 120 What is his name. And time hath worn us into slovenry:

Boy. Escoutez; Comment estes vous appelle ? But, by the mass, our hearts are in ihe trim :

Fr. Sol. Vlonsieur le Fer. And my poor soldiers tell me-yet ere night Boy. Ile says, his name is master Fer. They'll be in fresher robes; or they will pluck Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer bin, and tirh him,

The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads, 25 and ferret liim;-discuss the same in French unto And turn them out of service. If they do this, Thim. (As, if God please, they shall) my ransoin then Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and Will soon be levy'd. Herald, save thy labour; ferret, and tirk. Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald; Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat. They shall have none, I swear, but these my 30 Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur ? joints:

Bov. Il mo commande de rous dire que tous Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them, rous teniez prest; cur ce solini icy esi disposé Shall yield them little, tell the Constable.

tout à cette heure de couper rostre gorge. Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foi, pesant, well:

35 Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns; Thou never shalt hear herald any more. [Erit. Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword. K.Heury. I fear, thou'lt once more come again Fr.Sol, 0, je vous supplie, pour l'amour de Diev, for ransom.

me pardonner! Je suis gentil!o:nme de bonne maiEnter the Duke of York.

son; gurdes ma rie, je tous donneruy deur York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg 40 Pist. What are his words? [cents escus. The leading of the vaward.

Boy. He prays you to save his lite: he is a K. Henry. Take it, brave York.-Now, sol- gentleman of a good house; and, for his rausom, diers, march away :

he will give you two hundred crowns. And how thou pleasest, Göd, dispose the day! Pist. Tell him,--my fury shall abate, and I

[Exeunt. 45 The crowns will take. S CE N E

Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il ?

Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de The Field of Battle.

pardonner aucun prisonnier; neant inoins, pour Alarum, excursions. Enter Pistol, French Sol- Mes escus que vous l'urez promettes, il est content dier , and Boy.

50 de tous donner la liberté, le frunchise ment. Pist. Yield, cur.

Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux je vous donne mille Fr. Sul. Je pense, que tous estes le gentilhom romercimens : s je m'estime heureur que je suis de bonne qualité.

Joinbé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le Pist. Quality, call you me?-Construeine, art plus brare, valiant, 8: tres distingué scigneur thou a gentleman? What is thy name? discuss. 155 Pist. Expound unto me, boy. [d'Angleterre.


[ "Mr. Steevens observes, that by this phrase, however uncouth, Shakspeare seems to mean the same as in the preceding line. Alortality is death. Relapse may be used for rebound. Shakspeare has given mind' fhonour, før honourable mind; and by the same rule might write relapse of mortality, for i tal or mu .al rebound; or by relapse of mortality, he may mean~after they had relapsed inia inan....ution.

? i. e. golden show, superficial gilding. Obsolete. For is an old cant word for a sword. * The rim means what is now called the diaphragm in human creatures, and the skirt or midriff in beasts. Moys is a piece of money; whence moi d'or, or moi of gold. To firk is used in a variety of senses by different old authors: in this place it would seem to mean, to chastise.




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Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand Exe. The duke of York commends himn to your thanks; and esteems hiinself happy that he bath

majesty. fallen into the hands of one (as he thinks), the K. Henry. Lives he, good uncle: Thrice, within most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur

this hour, of England.

5 I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting; Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy shew. From helmnet to the spur, all blood he was. Follow me, cur.

Ere. In which array (brave soldier) doth he lie, Boy. Suirez vous le grand capitaine,

Larding the plain : aid by his bloody side [Exe. Pistol, and french Soldier.

|Yoak-fellow to his honour-owing wounds) I did never know so full a voice issue from so10 The noble carl of Suffolk also lies. empty a heart: but the saying is true,- -Thel Surtoik first (ly'd: and York, all haggled over, empty vesselmahes the greaiest sound. Bardolph, Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd, and Nyın, had ien times more valour than this And takes him by the beard; kisses the gashes, roaring devil'i'the old play, that every one may

That bloodily did yawn upon his face; pare his nails with a wooden dagger; yet they are 15 And cries aloud, -Tarry, drar cousin Sujcik ! both hang'dl; and so would this be, if he dura ally soul shull thine keep company to h: aven: steal any thing advent'rously. I must stay with Tarry, stueet 30:ll, for mine, then fly a-breust; the lacquers, with the luggage of our camp: the -As, in this glorious and well-foughten field, French might have a good prey of us, if he knew We hept together in our chivulr. of it; for there is none to guard it, but boys. 20 (pon these words I came, and cheer'd him up:

[Exit. He smild me in the face, raught me in his hand,

And, with a feeble gripe, says,—Dear my lord,

Commend my service to my sovereign.
Another part of the field of Butlle.

So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck Enter Constable, Orleans, Bourbon, Dauphin, 25/!le threw his wounded arın, and kiss'd his lips; and Rambures.

And so, espous’d to death, with blood he seald Con. O diable !

[perdre! A testament of noble-ending love. Orl. O seigneur !-le jour est perdu, tout est The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd

Dau. Alort de ma vie ! all is confounded, all! Those waterstrom me, which I would havestopp’d; Reproach and everlasting shame

30 But I had not so much of man in me, Sits moching in our plumes.- [A skort alarm. But all my mother came into mine eyes, O meschante fortune !--Do not run away.

And gave me up to tears. Con. Why, all our ranks are broke.

K. Henry. I blame you not ; Dau.O perdurable-shame!--let’sstab ourselves. For, hearing this, I must perforce compound Be these the wretches that we play'd at slice tor: 35 Withmisttuleyes,orthey will issue too.-- Alurum. Orl. Is this the king we seni to for his ransom:

But, bark! what new alarum is this same : Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, uothing but

The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd men:shame!

Thenevery soldier kill his prisoners; Let us die instant:-Once more back again ;

Give the word through.

[Ereunt. And he that will not follow Bourbon now, 401

SCENE VII. Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand,

1larums con'inued; after which, enter Fluellen Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door,

und Gower. Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog, His fairest daughter is contaminated.

Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis exCon.Disorder, that hatlıspoiledus,friend us now! 45 pressly against the law of arms: 'uis as arrant a Letus, in heaps, go offer up our lives

piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be oiUnto these English, or else die with fame,

lier'd, in the 'orld: In your conscience now, is it Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, not? To smother up the English in oir throngi,

Goz.. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; If any order might be thought upon. [throng:50 and the cowardly rascals, that ran away from the

Bour. The devil take order now! I'IT to the battle, have done this slaughter: besides, they have Let life be short; else shame will be too long. burn’d or carried away all that was in the king's

[Exeunt. tenț; wherelore the king, most worthily, has SCENE VI.

caus'd every soldier to cut bis prisoner's throat,

550, 'tis a galiant king! Alarum. Enter King Henry and his Train, with Flu. I, he was porn at Monmouth, captain Prisoners.

Gower: What call you the town's name, where K. Henry. Well hare we done, thrice-valiant Alexander the pig was born? countrymen :

Gow. Alexander the Great. But all's not done, yet keep the French the field. 160 Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? the

· Dr. Johnson on this passage observes, that in modern puppet-shows, which seem to be copied from the old farces, Punch sometimes tights the Devil, and always overcomes him. I suppose the Vice of the old farce, to whom t'unch succeeds, used to fight the Devil with a wooden dagger, Perduruble Dicans lasting




pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or That I have fin’d these bones of mine for ransom?
the magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the Com'st thou again for ransom?
phrase is a little variations.

Afont. No, great king:
Gow. I think, Alexander the Great, was born I come to thee for charitable licence,
in Macedon; his father was called-Philip 01 5 That we inay wander o'er the bloody field,
Macedon, as I take it.

To book our dead, and then to bury them; Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where Ales- To sort our nobles from our common men; ander is porn. I tell you, captain, - It you looh For many of our princes (woe tie while !) in the maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall tind, Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary? blood: in the comparisons between Macedon and Mon-10 So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs mouth, that the situations, look you, is both alike. In blood of princes; while their wounded steeds There is a river in Macedon: and there is also, Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild rage, moreover, a river at Monmouth: it is calld Wye, Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters, at Monmouth; but it is out of my prains, what is Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king, the name of the other river; but 'tis all. orie, 'tis 15 To view the field in safety, and dispose so like as my fingers is to my fingers, and there Of their dead bodies. is salmons in both. If you mark Alexander's life K. Henry. I tell thee truly, herald, well, Harry of Monmouth's life is come after it I know not, if the day be ours, or no; indifferent well; for there is sigures in all things. For yet a many of your horsemen peer, Alexander (Got knows, and you know) in his 20 And gallop o'er the field. rages, and his furies, and his wraths, and his cho. dont. The day is yours. lers, and bis moods, and his displeasures, and his K. Henry. Praised be God, and not our strength, indignations, and also being a little intoxicates in

for it! his prains, did, in his ales and his angers, look What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by? you, kill his pest friend Clytus.

23 Mont. They call it-Agincourt, [court, Gow. Our king is not like him in that ; he K. Henry. Then call we this the field of Aginnever kill'd any of his friends.

Fought on ihe day of Crispin Crispianus. Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't the tales out of my inouth, ere it is made an end please your majesty, and your great-uncle Edward and finish’d. I speak but in figures and compa-30 the plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the risons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Cly- chronicles, fought a nost prave paitle here in tus, being in his ales and his cups; so also slarry France. Momolith, being in his right wits and bis goot K. Henry. They did, Fluellen. judgments, is turn away the fat knight witli the Flu. Your majesty says very true: If your magreat pelly-doublet: he was full of jests, and 35 jesties is rememberú of it, the Welchmeu did goot gypes, and knaveries, and mocks; I am forget his service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing

llecks in their Monmouth caps; which, your m2Gow. Sir John Falstaff.

jesty knows, to this hour is an honourable padge Flu. That is he: I tell you, there is goot men of the service: and, Irlo believe, your majesty porn at Monmouth.

40 takes no scorn to wear the leek upon saint Tary's Gow. Here comes his majesty.


K. Henry. I wear it for a memorable honour: Alarum. Enter K’ing Ilenry, Warwick, Gloster,

For I am Welch, you know, good countryman. Exeter, gic. Flourish.

Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your K. Henry. I was not angry since I came to 45 majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell France,

you that: Got pless and preserve it, as long as it Until this instant.--Take a trumpet, herald; pleases his grace and his majesty too! Ride thon unto the horsemen on yon hill:

ki Henry. Thanks, good my countryman. If they will fight with us, bid them come down, Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's country Or void the tield; they do offend pur sight: 150 man, I care not who know it; I will contes; it If they'll do neither, we will come to them; to all the 'orld: I need not be ashamed of your and make themi skir' away, as swift as stones majesty, praised be Got, so long as your majesty Enforced from the old Assyrian slings:

is an honest man. Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have; K'. Ilenry. God keep me so!-Qurheralds go And not a man of them, that we shall take, 55

with him; Shall taste our mercy :-Go, and tell them so.

Enter Williams.
Enter Montjoy.

Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my

On both our parts.

-Call yonder fellow hither. liege.

[Excunt Montjoy and others. Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be.60 Ere. Soldier, you must come to the king. K. Henry. Blow now! what means their herald: K flenry. Soldier, why wear’st thou that glove know'st thou not,

lin thy cap? · See note', p. 384. ? Mercen:rry here means common or hired blood. The gentlemen of the army served at their own charge, in consequence of their tenures.


Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of Some sudden mischief may arise of it'; one that I should fight withal; if he be alive. For I do know Flyellen valiant, k. Henry. An Englisliman?

And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder, Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that And quickly he'll return an injury: swaggered with me last night: who, if ’a live, and 5 Follow, and see there be no harm between them.. it ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn Go


with me, uncle of Exeter. [Excunt. to take him a box o' the ear; or, if I can see my

SCENE VIII. glove in his cap (which, he swore, as he was a soldier, he would wear, if alive) I will strike it out

Before King Henry's Parillion. soundly.


Enter Gower and Williams. K. flenry. What think you, captain Fluellen: W’il. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain. is it lit this soldier keep his oath?

Erter Flucllen. Flu. He is a craven and a villain else, an't please

Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I peyour majesty, in my conscience.

seech you now, come apace to the king: there is K. Henrij

. It may be, bis enemy is a gentleman 15 more goot toward you, paradventure, than is in of great sort', quite from the answer of his de- your knowledge to dream of. gree?

Will. Sir, know you this glove? Flu. Though he be as guot a gentleman as the Flu. Know the glove? I know, the glove is a tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is ne. Iglove. cessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and 20 Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it. dus oaih: it he be perjur’il see you now, bis re

[Strikes him. putation is as arrant a villain, and a jack-sauce, as Flu. 'Sblud, an arrant traitor, as any's in the ever his plack sloe trod upon Got's ground and universal’orld, or in France, or in England. his earth, in my conscience, la.

Gow. How now, sir? you villain! K. Henry. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when 25 Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn? thou meet'st the fellow.

Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.

treason his payment into ploss, I warrant you. ki Henry. Who servest thou under?

Hill. I am no traitor. Will. Under Captain Gower, my liege.

Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.--I charge you fiul. Gower is a gout captain; and is goot 30 in his majesty's name, apprehend him; he's a knowledge and literature in the wars.

friend of the duke Alençon's. K. Henry. Call hin hither to me, soldier.

Enter Warwick, and Gloster. Will. I will, iny liege.

[Exit. I'ar. How now, how pow! what's the matter? K. Henry. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this fa- Flu. My lord of Warwick, bere is (praised be rour for me, and stick it in thy cap: When Alen-35 Got for it) a most contagious treason come to light, çon and myself were down together, I pluch'd this look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. glove from bis helm: if any man challengedhis, he

Here is his majesty. is a friend to Alençon, and an enemy to our per

Enter King Henry, and Ereter. son; «if thou encounter any such, apprehend tim, k. Iliury. How now! what's the matter? as thou dost love me.

Flu. My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as ibat, lock your grace, bas struck the glove whichi can be desireil in the hearts of his subj cts: I would your majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon. fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall Hiil. My liege, this is my glove; here is the find himself aggriet'd at this glove, that is all; but fellow of it: and he, that I give it to in change, I would fain see it once; an please Got of hisgrace, 45 promis'd to wear it in his cap; I promis'd to that I might see it.

Strike him, if he did: I met this man with my K. Henry. Know'st thou Gower?

glove in bis cap, and I have been as good as my Fu. He is my dear friend, an please you.

word. K. Henry. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring Flu. Your majesty hear now, (saving your mahim to my tent.

50 jesty's manipod) what anarrant, rascally,peggarly, Fiu. I will fetch him.

[Erit. flowsy knave it is: I hope, your majesty is pear me K. Henry. My lord of Warwick,--and my bro- testimonies, and witnesses, and avoucliments, that thier Gloster,

Kihis is the glove of Alençon, that your majesty is Follow Fluellen closely at the heels:

give me, in your conscience now. The glove, which I have given him for a favour, 55 K. Henry. Give me thy' glove, soldier; Look, May, haply, purchase him a box o' the ear: here is the fellow of it. ''Twas 1, indeed, thou It is the soldier's; I, by bargain, should

promisedst to strike; and thou hast given me most Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick: vitter terms. If that the soldier strike him, (as, I judge

Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck anBy his blunt bearing, he will keep his word) 160lswer for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld.

' High rank. 2 Meaning, a man of such station as is not bound to hazard his person to unstver to a challenge from one of the soldier's low degree. 3 The Revisal reads, very plausibly," in two plows." The quarto reads, I will give treason his due presently. It must be, give mi my glove; for of the soldier'sglove the king had not the fellow.

K. Henry

don me,

K.Henry. How canst thou make me satisfaction: Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which,

Will. All oliences, my liege, come from the Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights; heart: never came any from mine, that might so that, in these ten thousand they have lost, offend your majesty.

There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries'; K. Henry. It was oursclf thou didst abuse. 5 The rest are-princes, barops, lords, knights,

Will. Your majesty came not like yourself: And gentlemen of blood and quality. ['squires, you appear'd to me but as a common nian: wit- The nanies of those their nobles that lie dead, ness the night, your garments, your lowliness; and Charles De-la-bret?, high constable of France; wisat your highness sulier'd under that shape, I be. Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France; seech you, take it for your own fault, and not inie: 10 The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures; for had you been as I took you for, I made 10 Great master of France, the brave Sir Guischard offence; therefore, I beseech your highness, par


John duke of Alençon; Anthony duke of Lrabant, K. Hinry. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove The brother to the duke of Burgundy; with crowns,

15 And Edward duke of Bar: of lusty earls, And give it to this fellow.-Keep it, fellow; Grandpré, and Roussi, Fauconberg and Foix, And wear it for an honour in thy cap,

Beaumont, and Marle, laudemont, and Lestrale. Till I do challenge it. Give him the crowns:- Here was a royal fellowship of death!-And, captain, you must needs be friends with him. Where is the number of our English dead? (folk,

Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has 20 Ere. Edward the duke of York, the earl oi Sutmettle enough in his pelly:-Hold, there is twelve Sir Richard Kelly, Davy Gani esquire: pence for you, and I pray you to serve God, and None else of name; and, of all other men, keep you out of prawis, and prabbles, and quar

But five and twenty. rels, and dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the K. Hin. O God, thy arin was here! petter for you.

25 And not to us, but to iny arm alone, Will. I will none of your money.

Ascribe we all.-Ilhen, without suatagem, Fu. It is with a goot will; I can tell you, it But in plain shock and even play of battle, will serve you to mend your shoes: Come, where- Was ever known so great and little loss, fore should you be so pashiul? your shoes is not! On one part and on the other :-Take it, God, so goot: 'tis a goot silling, I warrant you, or 1130 For it is only thine! will change it. Tis wonderful!
Enter Hrad,

Killen.Come, go we in procession to the village:
K.Hen. Now, herald; are the dead number'd? And be it death proclaimed through our host,
Her.Here is the numberofthe slaughter'lFrench. To boast of this, or take that praise from God,
K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken, 35 Which is his only.

[king : Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to Exe. Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the tell how many is kill'd?

[ledguient, John duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt; K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknowOf other tords, and barons, knights, and squires, That God souglit tor us. Full sitteen hundred, besides common inen. 40 Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot. K. Hen. This note duth tell me of ten thousand K. llen. Do we all holy rites; French,

[ber, Let there be sung Non nobis and Te Deum. That in the vield lie slain: of princes, in this num- The dead with charity enclos'd in clay, And nobles bearing banners, ihere lie dead We'li then to Calais; and to England ihen; One hundred twenty-six: adce to these, 45 Where ne'er from France arriv'd niore happy men. Ot knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen,


Enter Chorus.

Be here presented. Now we bear the king (seen, Chorus. Vouci. AFE, to those that have not 53 Towards Calais: grant him there, and there being read the story,

Heave him away upon your winged thoughts That I may prompt ihem: and for such as have, Athwart the sea: behold, the English beach I humbly pray them to admit the excuse

Pales in the flood with men, with wives, and boys, Ostiine, of numbers, and due course of things, Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deepWhich cannot in their huge and proper life (50)

mouth'd sea, * Se note?, p. 534. ? De-la-bret here, as in a former passage, should be Charles D'Albret, would the measure permit of such a change. * The king (say the Chronicles) caused the psalm, In entu Israel de Apto (in which, accoruing to the Vulgate, is included the psalm Non nobis, Domint, &c.) to be sung aller the victory.

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