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sand men ;
SCENE III. - The English Camp. But we in it shall be remembered :
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; EXETER, SALISBURY, and WESTMORELAND.
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his conditions: West. Of fighting men they have full three-score Shall think themselves accurs’d, they were not here; thousand.
And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks Exe. There's five to one ; besides, they all are fresh. That fought with us upon saint Crispin's day.
Sal. God's arm strike with us ! 'tis a fearful odds. God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge:
Enter SALISBURY. If we no more meet, till we meet in heaven,
Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed: 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. And my kind kinsman, - warriors all, adieu !
K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds be so. Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury: and good luck Wesl. Perish the man, whose mind is backward go with thee!
now! Exe. 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. By heaven, my liege, 'would you and I alone,
[Exit SALISBURY. Without more help, might fight this battle out! Bed. He is
full of valour as of kindness; K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five thouPrincely in both. 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 I But one ten thousand of those men in England,
Tucket. Enter MONTJOY. That do no work to-day!
Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, king K. Hen. What's he, that wishes so ?
Harry, My cousin Westmoreland ? — No, my fair cousin : If for thy ransome thou wilt now compound, If we are mark'd to die, we are enough
Before thy most assured overthrow : To do our country loss; and if to live,
For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy, O no, I pray thee, wish not one man more. The constable desires thee — thou wilt mind 9 By Jove, I am not covetous for gold;
Thy followers of repentance; that their souls Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost;
May make a peaceful and a sweet retire It yearns 4 me not, if men my garments wear ; From off these fields, where (wretches) their poor Such outer things dwell not in my desires :
bodies But, if it be a sin to covet honour,
Must lie and fester. I am the most offending soul alive.
Who hath sent thee now? No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: Mont. The constable of France. By heaven! I would not lose so great an honour, K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer back; As one man more, methinks, would share from me, Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more: Good Heaven! why should they mock poor fellows Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
thus? That he, which hath no stomach to this fight, The man, that once did sell the lion's skin Let him depart; his passport shall be made, While the beast liv'd, was killed with hunting him. And crowns for convoy put into his purse : A many of our bodies shall, no doubt, We would not die in that man's company,
Find native graves ; upon the which, I trust, That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Shall witness live in brass of this day's work ; This day is callid – the feast of Crispian :
And those that leave their valiant bones in France, He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, They shall be fam'd; for there the sun shall greet And rouse him at the name of Crispian :
them, He, that shall live this day, and see old age, And draw their honours reeking up to heaven. Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends,
Let me speak proudly: - Tell the constable, to-morrow is saint Crispian :
We are but warriors for the working-day : Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, Our gayness, and our gilt?, are all besmirch'd % And say, these wounds I had on Crispin’s day. With rainy marching in the painful field; Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
There's not a piece of feather in our host, But he'll remember, with advantages,
(Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly,) What feats he did that day: Then shall our names, And time hath worn us into slovenry : Familiar in their mouths as household words, - But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim : Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter,
And my poor soldiers tell me - yet ere night Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster, - They'll be in fresher robes; or they will pluck Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd : The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads, This story shall the good man teach his son ; And turn them out of service. If they do this, And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
(As, if God please, they shall,) my ransome then From this day to the ending of the world,
See. This day shall advance him to the rank of a gentleman. 4 Grieves.
Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour; Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il ?
but these my joints : donner aucun prisonnier ; neantmoins, pour les escus Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them, que vous l'avez promis, il est content de vous donner Shall yield them little, tell the constable.
la liberté, le franchisement. Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee well: Fr. Sol. Sur mes genour, je vous donne mille reThou never shalt hear herald any more. [Exit. merciemens : et je m'estime heureur que je suis tombé K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again for entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave,
valiant, et très distingué seigneur d'Angleterre. Enter the DUKE OF YORK.
Pist. Expound unto me, boy. York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand The leading of the vaward. 3
thanks : and he esteems himself happy that he hath K. Hen. Take it, brave York, - Now, soldiers, fallen into the hands of (as he thinks) the most brave, march away : —
valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of England. And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!
Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.[Exeunt. Follow me, cur.
[Erit Pistol. SCENE IV. - The Field of Battle.
Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine.
[Exit French Soldier. Alarums : Excursions. Enter French Soldier, I did never know so full a voice issue from so
Pistol, and Boy. Pist. Yield, cur.
empty a heart: but the saying is true, — The empty
vessel makes the greatest sound. Bardolph, and Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme de Nym, had ten times more valour than this roaring bonne qualité.
devil i’the old play, that every one may pare his Pist. Quality, call you me? - Construe me, art nails with a wooden dagger; and they are both thou a gentleman ? What is thy name? discuss.
hanged; and so would this be, if he durst steal any Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu !
thing adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys, Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a gentleman:
with the luggage of our camp: the French might Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and mark;
have a good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox 4,
is none to guard it but boys.
[Erit. Except, O signieur, thou do give to me Egregious ransome. Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde ! ayez pitié de moy.
SCENE V. - Another Part of the Field of Battle. Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty moys; Alarums. Enter DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, BOURBON, For I will fetch thy rim 5 out at thy throat,
CONSTABLE, RAMBURES, and others. In drops of crimson blood.
Con. O diable ! Fr. Sol. Est il impossible d'eschapper la force de
Orl. O seigneur / - le jour est perdu, tout est ton bras. Pist. Brass, cur !
perdu ! .Offer'st me brass ?
Dau. Mort de ma vie / all is confounded, all! Fr. Sol. O, pardonnez moy!
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes. - O meschante fortune! Pist. Say'st thou me so ? is that a ton of moys?
Do not run away. Come hither, boy; Ask me this slave in French,
[ A short Alarum.
Соп. What is his name.
Why all our ranks are broke, Boy. Escoutez ; Comment estes vous appellé ?
Dau. O perdurable7 shame!- let's stab our
selves. Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer. Boy. He says, his name is - master Fer.
Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for ? Pist. Master Fer, I'll fer him, and firk 6 him, and
Orl. Is this the king we sent to for his ransome? 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-Let us die instant: Once more back again;
shame! ret, and firk.
And he that will not follow Bourbon now,
Let him go hence, with shame and infamy.
Con. Disorder, that hąth spoil'd us, friend us now! vous prest ; car ce soldat icy est disposé toute à cette Unto these English, or else die with fame. heure de couper vostre gorge. Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par may foy, pesant.
Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns;
To smother up the English in our throngs,
If any order might be thought upon. Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.
Bour. The devil take order now; I'll to the Fr. Sol. 0, je vous supplie pour l'amiour de Dieu, me pardonner ! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison : Let life be short; else, shame will be too long.
throng; gardez ma vie, et je vous donneray deur cents escus.
[Exeunt. Pist. What are his words ?.
Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a gen- SCENE VI. - Another Part of the Field. tleman of a good house; and, for his ransome, he Alarums. Enter King Henry,and Forces; EXETER, will give you two hundred crowns.
and others. Pist. Tell him, — my fury shall abate, and I The crowns will take.
K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice valiant coun3 Vanguard.
trymen : 4 An old cant word for a sword, so called from a famous But all's not done, yet keep the French the field. sword cutler of the name of Fox. 5 The diaphragm. * Chastise.
Ere. The duke of York commends him to your comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, majesty.
that the situations, look you, is both alike. There X. Hen. Lives be, good uncle? thrice, within this is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover hour,
a river at Monmouth : it is called Wye, at MonI saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting; mouth; but it is out of my prains, what is the From helmet to the spur, all blood he was. name of the other river ; but 'tis all one, 'tis so like
Ere. Yn which array, (brave soldier,) doth he lie, as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons Larding the plain : and by his bloody side,
in both. If you mark Alexander's life well, Harry (Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,) of Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent well; The noble earl of Suffolk also lies,
for there is figures in all things. Alexander, you Suffolk first died: and York, all haggled over, know, in his rages, and his furies, and his wraths, Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd, and his cholers, and his moods, and his displeasures, And takes him by the beard; kisses the gashes, and his indignations, and also being a little intoxiThat bloodily did yawn upon his face;
cates in his prains, did, in his ales and his angers, And cries aloud, — Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk ! look you, kill his pest friend, Clytus. My soul shall thine keep company to heaven:.
Gow. Our king is not like him in that; he never Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly a-breast ; killed any of his friends. As, in this glorious and well-foughten field,
Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take We kept together in our chivalry!
tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up : finished. I speak but in the figures and compari. He smil'd me in the face, raught 8 me his hand, sons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, And, with a feeble gripe, says, - Dear my lord, being in his ales and his cups; so also Harry MonCommend my service to my sovereign.
mouth, being in his right wits and his goot judgSo did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck
ments, is turn away the fat knight with the great He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips; pelly-doublet : he was full of jests, and gipes, and And so, espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd knaveries, and mocks; I am forget his name. A testament of noble-ending love.
Gow. Sir John Falstaff. The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd
Flu. That is he: I can tell you there is goot men
Gow. Here comes his majesty
Alarum. Enter King Henry, with a Part of the
English Forces; WARWICK, GLOSTER, EXETER,
and others. For, hearing this, I must perforce compound With mistful eyes, or they will issue too. —
K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to France
[Alarum. Until this instant. Take a trumpet, berald ; But, hark! what new alarum is this same?
Ride thou unto the horseman on yon hill; The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd men : If they will fight with us, bid them come down, Then every soldier kill his prisoner;
Or void the field ; they do offend our sight : Give the word through.
[Ereunt. If they'll do neither, we will come to them ;
And make them skirro away as swift as stones SCENE VII. Another Part of the Field. Enforced from the old Assyrian slings:
Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have; Alarums. Enter FLUELLEN and Gower.
And not a man of them, that we shalı take, Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis expressly Shall taste our mercy: - Go, and tell them so. against the law of arms : 'tis as arrant a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be offer'd in the
Enier MONTJOY. 'orld: In your conscience now, is it not?
Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive;
liege. and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the battle,
Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be. have done this slaughter : besides, they have burned
K. Hen. How now, what means this, berald ? and carried away all that was in the king's tent;
know'st thou not, wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused That I have find these bones of mine for ransome? every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a
Com'st thou again for ransome? gallant king!
No, great king: Gower: What call you the town's name, where That we
may wander o'er this bloody field, Alexander the pig was born ?
To book our dead, and then to bury them; Gow. Alexander the great.
To sort our nobles from our common men ; Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? The For many of our princes (woe the while !) pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood; magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the
(So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs phrase is a little variations.
Gow. I think, Alexander the great was born in In blood of princes ;) and their wounded steeds Macedon; his father was called — Philip of Mace- Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters,
Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild rage, don; as I take it.
Flu. I think it is in Macedon, where Alexander Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king, is porn. I tell you, captain, – If you look in the To view the field in safety, and dispose
Of their dead bodies. maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the 8 Reached.
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 good 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.
[Exit. X. Hen. Praised be God, and not our strength K. Hen. Here, Fluellen ; wear thou this favour for it!
and stick it in thy cap: When Alençon and What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by ? myself were down together, I plucked this glove Mont. They call it -- Agincourta
from his helm : if any man challenge this, he is a K. Hen. Then call we this -- the fieldof Agincourt, friend to Alençon, and an enemy to our person ; if Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.
thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an thou Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't dost love me. please your majesty, and your great unele Edward, Flu. Your grace does me as great honours as can the plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the be desired in the hearts of his subjects: I would chronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in France. fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall K. Hen. They did, Fluellen.
find himself aggriefed at this glove, that is all; but Flu. Your majesty says very true: If your ma- I would fain see it once. jesty is remembered of it, the Welshmen did goot K. Hen. Knowest thou Gower? service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing Flu. He is my dear friend, an please you. leeks in their Monmouth caps; which your ma- K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him jesty knows, to this hour is an honourable padge of to my tent. the service; and, I do believe, your majesty takes Flu. I will fetch him.
[Erit. no scorn to wear the leek upon saint Tavy's day, X. Hen. My lord of Warwick, and my brother K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour :
Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your The glove, which I have given him for a favour, majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell May, haply, purchase him a box o' the ear; you that: Got pless it and preserve it, as long as It is the soldier's; I, by bargain, should it pleases his grace, and his majesty too!
Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick; K. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman.
If that the soldier strike him, (as, I judge Flu. I am your majesty's countryman, I care By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word,) not who know it ; I will confess it to all the 'orld : Some sudden mischief may arise of it; I need not to be ashamed of your majesty, so long for I do know Fluellen valiant, as your majesty is an honest man.
And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder, K. Hen. God keep meso- our heralds go with him. And quickly will return an injury: Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
Follow, and see there be no harm between them. On both our parts.
Call yonder fellow hither. Go you with me, uncle of Exeter. [Exeunt. [Points to WILLIAMS. Exeunt MONTJOY and others.
SCENE VIII. – Before King Henry's Pavilion. Exe. Soldier, you must come to the king.
Enter Gower and WILLIAMS. K. Hen. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove in thy cap?
Will, I warrant, it is to knight you, captain. Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of
Enter FLUELLEN. one that I should fight withal, if he be alive.
Flu. Captain, I peseech you now, come apace to K. Hen. An Englishman?
Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that the king: there is more goot toward you, peradvenswagger'd with me last night : who, if 'a live, and ture, than is in your knowledge to dream of.
Will. Sir, know you this glove ? ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to
Flu. Know the glove; I know the glove is a glove. take him a box o' the ear: or, if I can see my glove
Will. I know this ; and thus I challenge it. in his cap, (which he swore, as he was a soldier, he
(Strikes him. would wear, if alive,) I will strike it out soundly.. K. Hen. What think you, captain Fluellen ? is it universal 'orld, or in France, or in England
Flu. 'Sblud, an arrant traitor, as any's in the fit this soldier keep his oath?
Gow. How now, sir ? you villain ! Flu. He is a craven' and a villain else, an't please
Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn ? your majesty, in my conscience. K. Hen. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman of
Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give
treason his payment into plows, I warrant you. great sort ?, quite from the answer of his degree.
Will. I am no traitor. Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the
Flu. That's a lie in thy throat. - I charge you in tevil is, as Lucifer and Beelzebub himself, it is ne. cessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and his majesty's naine, apprehend bim; he's a friend of
the duke of Alençon's. his oath : if he be perjured, see you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain, and a Jack-sauces, as
Enter WARWICK and GLOSTER. ever his plack shoe trod upon the earth, in my con- War. How now, how now! what's the matter? science.
Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou Got for it!) a most contagious treason come to light, meet'st the fellow.
look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.
Here is his majesty. K. Hen. Who servest thou under ?
Enter KING HENRY and EXETER. I Coward * High rank 3 For saucy Jack. K. Hen. How now, what's the matter?
Flu. My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, John duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt: look your grace, has struck the glove which your of other lords, and barons, knights, and 'squires, majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon. Full fifteen hundred, besides common men.
Will. My liege, this was my glove; here is the K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand fellow of it: and he, that I gave it to in change,
French, promised to wear it in his cap; I promised to strike That in the field lie slain : of princes in this number, him, if he did : I met this man with my glove in And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead, his cap, and I have been as good as my word. One hundred twenty-six : added to these,
Flu. Your majesty hear now, (saving your ma- of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen, jesty's manhood,) what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which, knave it is: I hope your majesty is pear me testi- Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights : mony, and witness, and avouchments, that this is So that, in these ten thousand they have lost, the glove of Alençon, that your majesty is give me, There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries; in your conscience now.
The rest are-princes, barons, lords, knights, 'squires, K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier; Look, here And gentlemen of blood and quality. is the fellow of it. 'Twas ), indeed, thou promised'st The names of those their nobles that lie dead, to strike; and thou hast given me most bitter terms. Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France;
Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck answer Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France ; for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld. The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures ;
K. Hen. How canst thou make me satisfaction ? Great-master of France, the brave sir Guischard Will. All offences, my liege, come from the heart :
Dauphin ; never came any from mine, that might offend your John duke of Alençon ; Antony duke of Brabant, majesty.
The brother to the duke of Burgundy ; K. Hen. It was ourself thou didst abuse.
And Edward duke of Bar ; of lusty earls, Will. Your majesty came not like yourself : you Grandpré, and Roussi, Fauconberg, and Foix, appeared to me but as a common man; witness the Beaumont, and Marle, Vaudemont, and Lestrale, night, your garments, your lowliness ; and what Here was a royal fellowship of death! your highness suffered under that shape, I beseech Where is the number of our English dead ? you, take it for your own fault, and not mine : for
(Herald presents another Paper. had you been as I took you for, I made no offence; Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk, therefore, I beseech your highness, pardon me. Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam, esquire: K. Hen. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with None else of name : and, of all other men, crowns,
But five-and-twenty. O God, thy arm was here, And give it to this fellow. - Keep it, fellow; And not to us, but to thy arm alone, And wear it for an honour in thy cap,
Ascribe we all. — When, without stratagem, Till I do challenge it. ~ Give him the crowns: - But in plain shock, and even play of battle, And, captain, you must needs be friends with him. Was ever known so great and little loss,
Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has On one part and on the other ? — Take it, Lord, mettle enough in his pelly:-Hold, there is twelve For it is only thine ! pence for you, and I pray you to serve Got, and Ere.
'Tis wonderful ! keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the village: and dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the petter And be it death proclaimed through our host,
To boast of this, or take that praise from God, Will. I will none of your money.
Which is his only. Flu. It is with a goot will ; I can tell you, it will Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to serve you to mend your shoes : Come, wherefore tell how many is killed ? should you be so pashful ? your shoes is not so goot: K. Hen. Yes, captain, but with this acknowledg. 'tis a goot silling, I warrant you, or I will change it.
That God fought for us.
Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot.
(Delivers a Paper. The dead with charity enclos'd in clay, K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken, We'll then to Calais; and to England then ; uncle ?
Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men. Exe. Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the king;
Be here presented. Now we bear the king Chor. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the Toward Calais : grant him there; there seen, story,
Heave him away upon your winged thoughts, That I may prompt them : and of 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, Of time, of numbers, and due course of things, Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouth'd Which cannot in their huge and proper life