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Flu. He is my tear frient, an 't please you.
tent. Flu. I will fetch him.
Fluellen dutifully takes the glove-closely followed by the merry King.
While Fluellen and Gower are in conversation, Williams, the soldier, seeing his gage, goes angrily up to the Welsh Captain : Will. Sir, know you this glove ? Flu. Know the klove! I know the klove is a klove. Will. 'I know 'this ; and thus I 'challenge it. [ Flu. 'Sploot ! an arrant traitor as any is in the universal ’orld, or in France, or in Enklant !
Gower angrily says:
villain! Will. Do you think I 'll be 'forsworn ? Flu. Stand away, Captain Cower; I will give treason his
payment into 'plows, I warrant you. Will. I am 'no traitor! Flu. That 's a 'lie in thy throat.--I charge you, in his
majesty's name, apprehent him: he's a frient of the
Tuke Alençon's. In the midst of the altercation, the King and the Noblemen in attendance enter: K. Hen. How now! what's the matter ? Flu. My liege, her is a fillain, and a traitor, that, look your
krace, has struck the klove, which your majesty is take
out of the helmet of Alençon. Will. 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 man
hood,) what an arrant, rascally, pekkarly, knafe it is : I hope your majesty is pear me testimony and witness, and will avouchment, that this is the klove of 'Alençon,
that your 'majesty is kive me; in your conscience, now. K. Hen. Give 'me thy glove, soldier: look, here is the 'fel
low of it. ...
And thou hast given me most bitter terms.
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
come 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 garment, 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, soldier,
And, Captain, you must needs be friends with him. Flu. By this tay and this light, the fellow has mettle
enough in his pelly. Hold, there is twelve 'pence for you; and I pray you to serve Heaven and keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, and dissensions;
and, I warrant you, it is the petter for you. Will. I will none of 'your money. Flu. It is with a koot will ; I can tell you, it will serve you
to ment your shoes: Come, wherefore should you be
The English Herald returns.
Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk,
Which is His only.
many is killed ?
That 'God fought 'for us.
[Delivers a paper.
(Herald presents another paper.
+ To Thee, O God. Thanksgiving hymns of the Church.
* Not to us alone.
The dead with charity enclosed in clay ;
The Chorus again advances, to call attention to some subsequent events : Chor. Vouchsafe, to those that have not read the story,
That I may 'prompt them. Now we bear the King
The Scene is now in an English Court of Guard in France. Fluellen and Gower are in conversation. Gov. Nay, that is right, Fluellen ; but why wear you your leek 'to-day? Saint Davy's day is past.
† Forerunner or leader in a procession.
Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore
in 'all things: I will tell you, as my frient, Captain Cower:—The rascally, scald, * beggarly, prakking 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 come to me, and prings me pread and salt yesterday, look you, and pid me 'eat my 'leek:-it was in a place where I could not preed no contentions with him ; but I will be so pold as to 'wear it, in my cap, till I see him once akain, and then, I will tell
him a little piece of my tesires. Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock. Flu. 'T is no matter for his swellings, nor his turkey-cocks.
pless you ! Pist. Ha! art thou Bedlam ? dost thou thirst, base Trojan,
To have 'me fold up Parca'st fatal web?
Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of 'leek. Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy knafe, at my tesires,
and my requests, and my petitions, to 'eat, look you,
doo's not agree with it, I would 'tesire you to 'eat it.
you be so koot, scald knafe, as eat it ? Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die ! Flu. You say fery true, scald knafe, when Cot’s will is: I
will tesire 'you to 'live, in the meantime, and eat your fictuals : come, there is 'sauce for it. [Strikes him again.) You called me, yesterday, 'mountain-squire; but I will make 'you, to-tay, a squire of 'low tegree. I pray you, fallto: if you can 'mock a leek, you can leat a leek. [Siri kelih
Gower interposes : Gow. Enough, captain: you have astonished him. Flu. I say, I will make him eat some 'part of my leek, or I
will peat his pate four tays.—Pite, I pray you; it is
koot for your kreen wound and your ploody coxcomb. Pist. 'Must I bite ? Flu. Yes, certainly; and out of doubt, and out of question
too, and ambikuities. Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly 'revenge! I eat, ... and eke,f I swear
Scurvy. + Goddess of destiny.
(Beats him heartily.
Flu. Eat, I pray you: Will you have some 'more sauce to
your leek? there is not enough 'leek to 'swear by. Pist. Quiet thy cudgel! thou dost 'see I eat. Flu. Much koot do you, scald knafe, heartily. Nay, pray
you, throw none away; the skin is koot for your proken coxcomb. When you take occasions to see leeks here
after, I pray you, mock at them! that is all. Pist. Good! Flu. Ay, leeks is koot:–Hold you, there is a croat to heal
your pate. Pist. Me a groat ? Flu. Yes, ferily and in truth, you shall 'take it; or I have
'another leek in my pocket, which you shall eat. Pist. I'take thy groat ... in earnest of 'revenge! Flu. If I owe you anything, I will pay you in 'cutgels:
you shall be a 'woot-monger, and buy nothing of me but cutgels. Cot be with you, and keep you, and heal
your pate. Pist. All hell shall stir for this!
Gower says: Gow. Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly knave! Will
you mock at an ancient tradition,-'begun upon an honourable respect, and 'worn as a memorable trophy of pre-deceased valour,—and dare not avouch, in your 'deeds, any of your 'words? I have 'seen you gleeking* and galling at this gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, because he could not speak English in the 'native garb, he could not therefore handle an English 'cudgel: you find it 'otherwise ; and henceforth let a Welsh 'correction teach you a good English 'condition.
Fare ye well.
News have I, that my Nell is dead in France.
After the battle of Agincourt in 1415, Henry's return to England was celebrated with great public rejoicings. Flushed with his success, he returned to France at the head of a large army. The terror inspired by his name, and the dissensions of the French nobles, prevented any formidable opposition to his claims; and at length,