two legs, that shall find himself aggriefed at this glove, that is all; but I would fain see it once; an please Got of his grace that I might see.

K. Hen. Knowest thou Gower?

Flu. He is my dear friend, an please you. K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to my tent.

Flu. I will fetch him.

[Exit. K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, and my brother Gloster,

Follow Fluellen closely at the heels:
The glove which I have given him for a favor
May, haply, purchase him a box o' the ear;
It is the soldier's; I, by bargain, should
Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin War-
wick:

If that the soldier strike him, (as, I judge
By his blunt bearing he will keep his word,)
Some sudden mischief may arise of it;
For I do know Fluellen valiant,

And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder,
And quickly will return an injury: [them.--
Follow, and see there be no harm between
Go you with me, uncle of Exeter. [Exeunt.

SCENE VIII.—Before King Henry's
Pavilion.

Enter GOWER and WILLIAMS.

Will. I warrant it is to knight you, cap.

tain.

Enter FLUEllen.

Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I peseech you now, come apace to the king: there is more goot toward you, peradventure, than is in your knowledge to dream of. Will. Sir, know you this glove?

Flu. Know the glove? I know, the glove is a glove.

Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it. [Strikes him.

Flu. 'Sblud, an arrant traitor as any's in the universal 'orld, or in France, or in England.

Gow. How now, sir? you villain !

Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn? Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; 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, apprehend him; he's a friend of the duke Alençon's.

Enter WARWICK and GLoster.

War. How now, how now! what's the matter?

Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be Got for it!) a most contagious treason come to light, look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Here is his majesty.

Enter KING HENRY and EXETER.

K. Hen. How now! what's the matter?
Flu. My liege, here is a villain, and a trai

tor, that, look your grace, has struck the glove which your majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon.

Will. My liege, this was my glove; here 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 will avouchment, 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's the fellow of it.

'Twas 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. [faction?

K. Hen. How canst thou make me satis Will. All offences, my lord, come from the heart: never came any from mine that might offend your majesty.

K. Hen. It was ourself thou didst abuse. Will. Your majesty came not like your self:

: 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 if 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; And wear it for an honor in thy cap,

Till I do challenge it. - Give him the

crowns:—

[with him. And, captain, you must needs be friends Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in his pelly :-hold, there is twelve pence 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.

Will. 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 an English Herald,

K. Hen. Now, herald; are the dead num bered?

Her. Here is the number of the slaugh ter'd French. [Delivers a paper, 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 [number, That in the field lie slain. of princes, in this And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead One hundred twenty-six added to these, Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen, Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which, [knights:

Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd So that, in these ten thousand they have lost, There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries; The rest are princes, barons, lords, knights, 'squires,

And gentlemen of blood and quality.

The names of those their nobles that lie dead,

Charles Delabreth, high constable of France;
Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France;
The master of the cross-bows, lord Ram-
[chard Dauphin;
Great master of France, the brave sir Guis-
John, duke of Alençon; Antony, duke of
Brabant,

bures;

The brother to the duke of Burgundy;
And Edward duke of Bar: of lusty earls,
Grandpré and Roussi, Fauconberg and Foix,
Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Les-
trale.

Here was a royal fellowship of death!