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K. Hen. I am a gentleman of a company.

K. Hen. A friend. Pist. Trailest thou the puissant pike?

Will. Under what captain serve you? K. Hen. Even so: What are you?

K. Hen. Under sir Thomas Erpingham. Pist. As good a gentleman as the emperor. Will

. A good old commander, and a most kind K. Hen. Then you are better than the king. gentleman : I pray you, what thinks he of our Pist. The king's a bawcock, and a heart of estate ? gold,

K. Hen. Even as men wrecked upon a sand, A lad of life, an imp of fame;

that look to be washed off the next tide. Of parents good, of fist most valiant:

Bates. He hath not told his thought to the I kiss his dirty shoe, and from my heart-strings king ? I love the lovely bully. What's thy name? K. Hen. No; nor it is not meet he should. Kis Hen. Harry le Room

For, though I speak it to you, I think, the king Pist. Le Roy! a Cornish name: art thou of is but a man, as I am: the violet smells to him, Cornish crew ?

as it doth to me; the element shows to him, as K. Hen. No, I am a Welshman.

it doth to me; all his senses have but human Pist. Knowest thou Fluellen ?

conditions: his ceremonies laid by, in his naK. Hen. Yes.

kedness he appears but a man; and though his Pist. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet, pate,

when they stoop,

they stoop with the like wing ; Upon Saint Davy's day.

therefore, when he sees reason of fears, as we do, K. Hen. Do not you wear your dagger in your his fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish as cap that day, lest he knock that about yours. ours are: Yet, in reason, no man should possess Pist. Art thou his friend?

him with any appearance of fear, lest he, by showK. Hen. And his kinsman too.

ing it, should dishearten his army. Pist. The figo for thee then !

Bates. He may show what outward courage K. Hen. I thank you: God be with you! he will: but, I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, Pist. My name is Pistol called. [Exit. he could wish himself in the Thames up to the K. Hen. It sorts well with your fierceness. neck; and so I would he were, and I by him,

at all adventures, so we were quit here. Enter FLUELLEN and Gower, severally.

K. Hen. By my troth, I will speak my conGow. Captain Fluellen!

science of the king ; I think, he would not wish Flu. So ! in the name of Cheshu Christ, speak himself any where but where he is. lower. It is the greatest admiration in the uni- Bates. T'hen, 'would he were here alone ; so versal 'orld, when the true and auncient prero- should he be sure to be ransomed, and a many gatifes and laws of the wars is not kept : if you poor men's lives saved. would take the pains but to examine the wars of K. Hen. I dare say, you love him not so ill, Pompey the Great, you shall find, I warrant you, to wish bim here alone ; howsoever you speak that there is no tiddle taddle, or pibble pabble, this, to feel other men's minds: Methinks, I in Pompey's camp; I warrant you, you shall could not die any where so contented, as in the find the ceremonies of the wars, and the cares of king's company; his cause being just, and his it, and the forms of it, and the sobriety of it, and quarrel honourable. the modesty of it, to be otherwise.

Will. That's more than we know. Gow. Why, the enemy is loud; you heard Bates. Ay, or more than we should seek after ; him all night.

for we know enough, if we know we are the king's Flu. If the enemy is an ass and a fool, and a subjects; if his cause be wrong, our obedience prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we to the king wipes the crime of it out of us. should also, look you, be an ass, and a fool, and Will. But, if the cause be not good, the king a prating coxcomb ; in your own conscience himself hath a heavy reckoning to make; when now?

all those legs, and arms, and heads, chopped off Gow. I will speak lower.

in a battle, shall join together at the latter day, Flu. I pray you, and beseech you, that you and cry all-We died at such a place ; some, will.

ĆExeunt Gower and Fluellen. swearing ; some, crying for a surgeon ; some, K. Hen. Though it appear a little out of fa- upon their wives left poor behind them; some, shion,

upon the debts they owe; some, upon their chilThere is much care and valour in this Welshman. dren rawly left. I am afeard there are few die

well, that die in battle ; for how can they chaEnter Bates, Court, and WILLIAMS.

ritably dispose of any thing, when blood is their Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the argument? Now, if these men do not die well, morning, which breaks yonder?

it will be a black matter for the king, that led Bates. I think it be: but we have no great them to it; whom to disobey, wero against all cause to desire the approach of day.

proportion of subjection. Will. We see yonder the beginning of the day, K. Hen. So, if a son, that is by his father sent but, I think, we shall never see the end of it. about merchandise, do sinfully miscarry upon Who goes there?

the sea, the imputation of his wickedness, by



your rule, should be imposed upon his father, Will. Let it be a quarrel between us, if you that sent him: or if a servant, under his mas- live. ter's command, transporting a sum of money,

K. Hen. I embrace it. be assailed by robbers, and die in many irrecon- Will. How shall I know thee again? ciled iniquities, you may call the business of the K. Hen. Give me any gage of thine, and I master the author of the servant's damnation:will wear it in my bonnet : then, if ever thou But this is not so: the king is not bound to an- darest acknowledge it, I will make it my quarswer the particular endings of his soldiers, the rel. father of his son, nor the master of his servant ; Will

. Here's my glove ; give me another of for they purpose not their death, when they pur

thine. pose their services. Besides, there is no king, be K. Hen. There. his cause never so spotless, if it come to the ar- Will. This will I also wear in my cap: if ever bitrement of swords, can try it out with all un- thou come to me and say, after to-morrow, This spotted soldiers. Some, peradventure, have on is my glove, by this hand, I will take thee a box them the guilt of premeditated and contrived on

the murder; some, of beguiling virgins with the K. Hen. If ever I live to see it, I will chalbroken seals of perjury; some, making the wars lenge it. their bulwark, that have before gored the gentle Will. Thou darest as well be hanged. bosor of peace with pillage and robbery. Now, K. Hen. Well, I will do it, though I take if these men have defeated the law, and outrun thee in the king's company. native punishment, though they can outstrip Will

. Keep thy word : fare

thee well. men, they have no wings to fly from God: war Bates. Be friends, you English fools, be is his beadle, war is his vengeance ; so that here friends; we have French quarrels enough, if men are punished, for before-breach of the king's you could tell how to reckon. laws, in now the king's quarrel : where they K. Hen. Indeed, the French may lay twenty feared the death, they have borne life away; French crowns to one, they will beat us; for and, where they would be safe, they perish they bear them on their shoulders : But it is no Then if they die unprovided, no more is the English treason, to cut French crowns; and, king guilty of their damnation, than he was be- to-morrow, the king himself will be a clipper. fore guilty of those impieties for the which they

[Exeunt Soldiers. are now visited. Every subject's duty is the Upon the king ! let us our lives, our souls, king's; but every subject's soul is his own. Our debts, our careful wives, our children, and Therefore should every soldier in the wars do Our sins, lay on the king ;-we must bear all. as every sick man in his bed, wash every mote

O hard condition ! twin-born with greatness, out of his conscience: and dying so, death is to Subjected to the breath of every fool, him advantage ; or not dying, the time was Whose sense no more can feel but his own wringblessedly lost, wherein such preparation was

ing! gained : and in him that escapes, it were not What infinite heart's ease must kings neglect, şin to think, that making God so free an offer, That private men enjoy? he let him outlive that day to see his greatness, And what have kings, that privates have not too, and to teach others how they should prepare. Save ceremony, save general ceremony? Will

. 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the And what art thou, thou idol ceremony? ill is upon his own head, the king is not to an- What kind of god art thou, that suffer’st more swer for it.

Of mortal griets, than do thy worshippers ? Bates. I do not desire he should answer for What are thy rents? what are thy comings-in? me; and yet I determine to fight lustily for him. O ceremony, show me but thy worth !

K. Hen. I myself heard the king say, he What is the soul of adoration? would not be ransomed.

Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form, Will. Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheer- Creating awe and fear in other men ? fully: but, when our throats are cut, he may be Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd ransomed, and we ne'er the wiser.

Than they in fearing. K. Hen. If I live to see it, I will never trust What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, his word after.

But poison'd flattery? O, be sick, great greatness, Will

. 'Mass, you'll pay him then! That's a And bid thy ceremony give thee cure ! perilous shot out of an elder gun, that a poor Think'st thou, the fiery fever will go out and private displeasure can do against a mo- With titles blown from adulation ? narch! you may as well go about to turn the Will it give place to flexure and low bending? fun to ice, with fanning in his face with a pea- Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's cock's feather. You'll never trust his word af- knee, ter! come, 'tis a foolish saying.

Command the health of it? No, thou proud K. Hen. Your reproof is something too round; dream, I should be angry with you, if the time were con- That play'st so subtly with a king's repose ;

I am a king, that find thee; and I know,

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'Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball,
The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,

SCENE II.-The French camp.
The enter-tissued robe of gold and pearl,
The farced title running 'fore the king,

Enter Dauphin, ORLEANS, RAMBURES, and

Others. The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp That beats upon the high shore of this world, Orl. The sun doth gild our armour ; up, my No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony,

lords. Not all these, laid in bed majestical,

Dau. Montez a cheval :~My horse! valet ! Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave;

lacquay ! ha!
Who, with a body fill’d, and vacant mind, Orl. O brave spirit!
Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread; Dau. Via !-les eaux et la terre
Never sees horrid night, the child of hell; Orl. Rien puis? l'air et le feu-
But, like a lackey, from the rise to set,

Dau. Ciel! cousin Orleans.-
Sweats in the eye of Phæbus, and all night
Sleeps in Elysium ; next day, after dawn,

Enter Constable.
Doth rise, and help Hyperion to his horse ; Now, my lord Constable !
And follows so the ever-running year

Con. Hark, how our steeds for present service With profitable labour, to his grave:

neigh. And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,

Dau. Mount them, and make incision in their Winding up days with toil, and nights with sleep,

hides ; Had the tore-hand and vantage of a king. That their hot blood may spin in English eyes, The slave, a member of the country's peace,

And dout them with superfluous courage : Ha! Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots,

Rum. What, will you have them weep our What waich the king keeps to maintain the horses' blood ? peace,

Ilow shall we then behold their natural tears? Whose hours the peasant best advantages.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. The English are embattled, you French Erp. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your peers. absence,

Con. To horse, you gallant princes ! straight Seek through your camp to find you.

to horse! K. Hen. Good old knight,

Do but behold yon poor and starved band, Collect them all together at my tent:

And your fair show shall suck away their souls, I'll be betore thee.

Leaving them but the shales and husks of men. Erp. I shall do't, my lord.

[Erit. There is not work enough for all our hands; K. Hen. O God of battles ! steel my soldiers' Scarce bloed enough in all their sickly veins, hearts !

To give each naked curtle-ax a stain, Possess them not with fear ; take from them now That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers And sheath for lack of sport : let us but blow on Pluck their hearts from them !-Not to-day, 0 them, Lord,

The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. O not to-day, think not upon the fault 'Tis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords, My father made in compassing the crown! That our superfluous lacqueys, and our peaI Richard's body have interred new;

sants, And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears, Who, in unnecessary action, swarm Than from it issued forced drops of blood. About our squares of battle, --were enough Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay, To purge this field of such a hilding foe; Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up Though we, upon this mountain's basis by Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have Took stand for idle speculation: built

But that our honours must not. What's to say ? Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests A very little little let us do, Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do: And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound

Though all that I can do, is nothing worth ; The tucket-sonuance, and the note to mount : Since that my penitence comes after all, For our approach shall so much dare the field, Imploring pardon.

That England shall couch down in fear, and yield. Enter GLOSTER.

Enter GRANDPRE. Glo. My liege !

Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords K. Hen. My brother Glcster's voice ? ---Ay;

of France ? I know thy errand, I will go with thee:- Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, The day, my friends, and all things stay for me. 111-favour’dly become the morning field:

ĆExeunt. Their ragged curtains poorly are let locse,


And oar air shakes them passing scornfully. To do our country loss; and if to live,
Big Vars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd'host, The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
Their horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks, By Jove, I am not covetous for gold;
With torch-staves in their hand : and their poor Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost ;

It yearns me not, if men my garments wear; Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and Such outward things dwell not in my desires : hips;

But, if it be a sin to covet honour, The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes; I am the most offending soul alive. And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit No,'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionless ; | God's peace !'I would not lose so great an honour, And their executors, the knavish crows, As one man more, methinks, would share from me, Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour. For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one Description cannot suit itself in words,

more: To démonstrate the life of such a battle Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my In life so lifeless as it shows itself.

host, Con. They have said their prayers, and they That he, who hath no stomach to this fight, stay for death.

Let him depart; his passport shall be made, Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh And crowns for convoy put into his purse ; suits,

We would not die in that man's company, And give their fasting horses provender, That fears his fellowship to die with us. And after fight with them?

This day is call’d-the feast of Crispian : Fon. I stay but for my guard ; On, to the field : He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home, I will the banner from a trumpet take, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, And use it for my haste. Come, come away! And rouse him at the name of Crispian. The sun is high, and we outwear the day. He, that shall live this day, and see old age,

[Éreunt. Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends,

And say—to-morrow is Saint Crispian : SCENE III.-The English camp. Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, Enter the English Host; Gloster, Bedford, Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot,

And say, these wounds I had on Crispian's day: EXETER, SALISBURY, and WESTMORELAND.

But he'll remember, with advantages, Glo. Where is the king ?

What fçats he did that day: Then shall our Bed. The king himself is rode to view their

names, battle.

Familiar in their mouths as household words,West. Of fighting men they have full three- Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter, score thousand.

Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster, Ere. There's five to one ; besides, they all Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd : are fresh.

This story shall the good man teach his son ;
Sal. God'sarın strike with us!’tis a fearfulodds. And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,,
God be wi' you, princes all ; I'll to my charge: From this day to the ending of the world,
If we no more meet, till we meet in heaven, But we in it shall be remembered :
Then, joyfully,—my noble lord of Bedford, - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
My dear lord Gloster,—and my good lord Exe- For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me,

Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
And my kind kinsman,---warriors all, adieu ! This day shall gentle his condition :
Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck And gentlemen in England, now a-bed,
go with thee!

Shall think themselves accurs'd, they were not Ere. Farewell, kind lord ; fight valiantly to;

here; day:

And hold their manhoodscheap, while any speaks, And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it, That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour. [Erit Salisbury.

Enter SALISBURY. Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness; Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with Princely in both.

speed : West. ( that we now had here

The French are bravely in their battles set,

And will with all expedience charge on us, Enter King Henry.

K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds But one ten thousand of those men in England, That do no work to-day !

West. Perish the man, whose mind is backa K. Hen. What's he that wishes so ?

ward now ! My cousin Westmoreland?-No, my fair cousin: K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help fioin If we are mark'd to die, we are enough

England, cousin ?


be so.


West. God's will, my liege, 'would you and I Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them, alone,

Shall yield them little, tell the Constable. Without more help, might fight this battle out! Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five well : thousand men ;

Thou never shalt hear herald any more. [Erit. Which likes me better, than to wish us one.- K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again You know your places : God be with you all !

for ransome. Tucket. Enter MONTJOY.

Enter the Duke of YORK. Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg king Harry,

The leading of the vaward. If for thy ransome thou wilt now compound, K. Hen. Take it, brave York.-Now, soldiers, Before thy most assured overthrow :

march away : For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf, And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day! Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in

[Ereunt. mercy, The Constable desires thee-thou wilt mind Thy followers of repentance ; that their souls

SCENE IV.-The field of battle. May make a peaceful and a sweet retire

Alarums : Excursions. Enter French Soldier, From off these fields, where (wretches) their poor

Pistol, and Boy. bodies Must lie and fester.

Pist. Yield, cur. K. Hen. Who hath sent thee now?

Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme Mont. The Constable of France.

de bonne qualité. K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer Pist. Quality, call you me? - Construe me, back ;

art thou a gentleman ? What is thy name? Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. discuss. Good God ! why should they mock poor fellows Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu ! thus ?

Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a gentleThe man, that once did sell the lion's skin While the beast liv’d, was killd with hunting Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and mark;him.

O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox, A many of our bodies shall, no doubt,

Except, o signieur, thou do give to me Find native graves ; upon the which, I trust, Egregious ransome. Shall witness live in brass of this day's work: Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde ! ayez pitié de And those, that leave their valiant bones in moy! France,

Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty Dying likemen, though buried in your dunghills, moys; They shall be fam'd; for there the sun shall For I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat, greet them,

In drops of crimson blood. And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; Fr. Sol. Est il impossible d'eschapper la force de Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime, ton bras ? The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France.

Pist. Brass, cur ! Mark then a bounding valour in our English; Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat, That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing, Offer'st me brass ? Break out into a second course of mischiet, Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy! Killing in relapse of mortality.

Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys?Let me speak proudly ;-Tell the Constable, Come hither, boy ; Ask me this slave in French, We are but warriors for the working-day: What is his name. Our gayness, and our gilt, are all besmirch'd Boy. Escoutez ; Comment estes vous appellé ? With rainy marching in the painful field;

Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer. There's not a piece of feather in our host,

Boy. He says, his name is-master Fer. (Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly,) Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk him, Ànd time hath worn us into slovenry :

and ferret him:-discuss the same in French unto But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim : him. And my poor soldiers tell me-yet ere night Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and They'll be in fresher robes ; or they will pluck ferret, and firk. The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads, Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat. And turn them out of service. If they do this, Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur ? (As, if God please, they shall,) my ransome then Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous faites Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour; vous prest; car ce soldat icy est disposé tout à cette Come thou no more for ransome, gentle herald; heure de couper vostre gorge. They shall have none, I swcar, but these my joints: Pist. Quy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant,

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