Flu. He is my tear frient, an 't please you.

K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to my
Flu. I will fetch him.

tent.

[Exit.

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.

Strikes

him.

Flu. 'Sploot! an arrant traitor as any is in the universal 'orld, or in France, or in Enklant!

Gower angrily says:

Gow. How now, sir! you 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.

"T was 'I, indeed, thou promised'st 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?

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 wear it for an 'honour in thy cap,

Till I 'do challenge it.-Give him the crowns:— 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 so pashful? your shoes is not so 'koot: 't is a koot shilling, I warrant you,-or I will 'change it.

The English Herald returns.

[Delivers a paper.

Her. Here is the number of the slaughtered 'French.
K. Hen. 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 Heaven, Thy arm was here;
And not to 'us, but to Thy arm 'alone,

Ascribe we all! Come, go we to the village:
And be it 'death, proclaimed throughout our host,
To 'boast of this, or take that praise from God,
Which is His only.

Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell how many is killed?

K. Hen. Yes, Captain; but with this acknowledgment,
That 'God fought 'for us.

Fiu. ...

Yes, my conscience,-He tit us kreat koot.

K. Hen. Do we all holy rites:

Let there be sung Non nobis* and Te Deum.†

*Not to us alone.

+ To Thee, O God. Thanksgiving hymns of the Church.

The dead with charity enclosed in clay;

We'll then to 'Calais; and to 'England then :
Where ne'er from France arrived more happy men.

[Exeunt.

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
Toward 'Calais : grant him there; there being seen,
Heave him 'away, upon your wingéd thoughts,
'Athwart the sea. Behold the English beach
Pales-in* the flood with men, with wives, and boys,
Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouthed

sea,

Which like a mighty whifflert 'fore the King,
Seems to prepare his way: so let him land,
And solemnly see him set-on to 'London.
So swift a pace hath thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon 'Blackheath :
Where that his lords desire him, to have borne
His bruiséd helmet and his bended sword
Before him through the city: he 'forbids it,
Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride;
Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent,

Quite from himself, to 'God.

But now behold

In the quick forge and working-house of 'thought,

How London doth pour-out her citizens !

The mayor, and all his brethren, in best sort,—
Like to the Senators of antique Rome,

With the Plebeians swarming at their heels,—
Go forth and fetch 'their conquering Cæsar in :
And now 'in London place him ;—and omit
All the occurrences, (whatever chanced,)
Till Harry's back-return to conquered 'France:
There must we bring him; and myself have played
The interim, by remembering you 't is past.
Then brook 'abridgment; and your eyes advance,
After your thoughts, straight back again to France. [Ex.

The Scene is now in an English Court of Guard in France. Fluellen and Gower are in conversation.

Gow. Nay, that's right, Fluellen; but why wear you your leek 'to-day? Saint Davy's day is past.

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. 'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his turkey-cocks.

Pistol enters.

Cot pless you, Auncient Pistol! you scurvy knafe, Cot 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 knafe, at my tesires, and my requests, and my petitions, to 'eat, look you, this leek: pecause, look you, you do not love it; nor your affections, and your appetites, and your digestions doo's not agree with it, I would 'tesire you to 'eat it. Pist. Not for Cadwallader, and all his goats! Flu. There is 'one koat for you.

[Strikes him.

Will 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 'eat à leek. [Strikes him Gower interposes:

again.

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, I swear—

*Scurvy. + Goddess of destiny. + Also.

Flu. Eat, I pray you: Will you have some 'more sauce to your leek? there is not enough 'leek to 'swear by.

[Beats him heartily.

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 hereafter, 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:

[Exit.

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.

[Exit.

Pist. ... Doth Fortune play the huswifet with me now? News have I, that my Nell is dead in France.

Old I do wax; and from my weary limbs

Honour is 'cudgelled. To England will I steal: ...
And 'patches will I get unto these 'scars,
And swear I got them in the 'Gallia 'wars.

[Exit.

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,

* Sneering. † Jilt.