No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave; Never sees horrid night, the child of hell; Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king. Erp. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence, Seek through your camp to find you. K. Hen. Good old knight, Collect them all together at my tent: Erp. I shall do't, my lord. [Exit. K. Hen. O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts! Possess them not with fear; take from now The sense of reckoning, if the opposed bets them, The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. them But that our honours must not. What's to say? Pluck their hearts from them!-Not to-day, Lord, O not to-day, think not upon the fault built Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do : Though all that I can do, is nothing worth; Since that my penitence comes after all, Imploring pardon. Enter GRANDPRE. Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of France ? Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps. jades Lob down their heads, dropping their hides and [eyes: hips; The gum down-roping from their pale-deac And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionless; And their executors, the knavish crows, Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh suits, And give their fasting horses provender, Con. I stay but for my guard; On, to the field: I will the banner from a trumpet take, [Exeunt. + Mean, despicable. Do them out, extinguish them. SCENE III-The English Camp. Enter the English Host: GLOSTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, SALISBURY, and WESTMORELAND. Glo. Where is the king? Bed The king himself is rode to view their battle. West. Of fighting men they have full threescore thousand. Exe. There's five to one; besides they all are fresh. Sal. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds. God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge: And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu! Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck go with thee! Exe. Farewell, kind lord; fight valiantly today: And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it, For thou art fraui'd of the firm truth of valour. [Exit SALISBURY. Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness; Princely in both. West. O that we now had here Enter King HENRY. But one ten thousand of those men in England, That do no work to-day! K. Hen. What's he, that wishes so? By Jove, I am not covetous for gold: No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from Eng And Crispin Crispian shall neer go by And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed: The French are bravely * în their battles set, West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward now! K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from England, cousin? West. God's will, my liege, would you and I Must lie and fester. K. Hen. Who hath sent thee now? K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer back; Good God! why should they mock poor fellows Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. thus ? The man that once did sell the lion's skin A many of our bodies shall, no doubt, Dying like men, though buried in your dung bills, They shall be fam'd; for there the sun shall greet them, And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime, The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France. 1 There's not a piece of feather in our host, And turn them out of service. If they do this, (As, if God please, they shall,) my ransom then Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour; Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald; They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints: Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them, fest dispos: tout a cette heure de coupér vostre gorge. Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant, Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns; Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword. Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie pour l'amour de Dieu me pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison: gardez ma vie, et je vous donneray deux cents escus. Pist. What are his words? Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a gentleman of a good house; and, for his ransom, he will give you two hundred crowns. Pist. Tell him,—my fury shall abate, and I The crowns will take. Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il? Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de pardonner aucun prisonnier; neantmoins, pour les escus que vous l'avez promis, il est content de vous donner la liberté, le Thou never shalt hear herald any more. [Exit. Enter the Duke of YORK. Fr. Sol. Sur`mes genoux, je vous donne mille remerciemens; et je m'estime heareux que je suis tombé entre les mains d'un cheval York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beglier, je pense, te plus brave, valiant, et tres The leading of the vaward. * K. Hen. Take it, brave York.-Now, soldiers, march away : And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day! [Exeunt. Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, aud O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox, + distingué seigneur d'Angleterre. Pist. Expound unto me, boy. Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thou sand thanks: and he esteems himself happy that he hath fallen into the hands of (as he thinks) the most brave, valorous, and thriceworthy signieur of England. Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.Follow me, cur. Bar [Exit PISTOL Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine. did never know so full a voice issue from so [Exit FRENCH SOLDIER. empty a heart: but the saying is truc,-The empty vessel makes the greatest sound. dolph and Nym had ten times more valour than this roaring devil i'the old play, that every one may pare his nails with a wooden dagger; and they are both hanged; and so would this be, if he durst steal any thing adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys, with the luggage of our camp: the French might have a good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none to guard it. but boys. [Exit. Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde! ayez pitié SCENE V.-Another part of the Field of de moy! Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty moys; For I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat, In drops of crimson blood. Fr. Sol. Estil impossible d'eschapper la force de ton bras? Pist. Brass, cur! Thou damned and luxurious § mountain goat, Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy! Pist. Say'st thou me so is that a ton of Come hither, boy; Ask me this slave in French, Boy. Escoutez; Comment estes vous ap- Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer. Boy. He says, his name is-master Fer. Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk ¶ him, and ferret him ;-discuss the same in French unto him. Boy, I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and firk. Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut throat. his • Vanguard. Alarum. Battle. Enter DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, BOUR. BON, CONSTABLE, RAMBURES, and others. 7 Con. O diable? Orl. O seigneur !-le jour est perdu, tout` est perdu! Dau. Mort de ma vie all is confounded, all! tune! Reproach and everlasting shame selves. An old cant word for a sword, so called from a fa- Unto these English, or else die with fame. mous sword cutler of the name of Fox. The diaphragm. Pieces of money. Lascivious. Chastise. • Lasting. + I. c. Who has no more gentility. beggarly, lowsy knave it is: I hope, your majesty is pear me testimony, and witness, and avouchments, that this is the glove of Alençon, that your majesty gave me, in your conscience now. K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier: Look, here is 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. K. Hen. How canst thou make me satisfaction? Will. All offences, my liege, 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 yourself: you appeared to ine but as a common man; witness the night, your garments, 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 And give it to this fellow.-Keep it, fellow; 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 yon to serve Got, and keep you out of prawis, 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- Her. Here is the number of the slaughter'd Ere. Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the John duke of Bourbon, and lord Bonciqualt: That in the field lie slain of princes, in this And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead which, Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd So that, in these ten thousand they have lost, And gentlemen of blood and quality. John duke of Alençon; Antony duke of Bra bant, The brother to the duke of Burgundy; Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Lestrale, Eae. 'Tis wonderful! K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the And be it death proclaimed through our host, Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell how many is killed? K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgement, That God fought for us. Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot. K. Hen. Do we all holy rites; Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum. men. ACT V. Enter CHORUS. Chor. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story, That I may prompt them: and of such as bave, Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep Which, like a mighty whiffler + 'fore the king, Giving full trophy, sigual, and ostent, (As, in good time, he may,) from Ireland Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, • The king (says the Chronicles,) caused the psa m To welcome him? much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry. Now in Loudon place him; (As yet the lamentation of the French nvites the king of England's stay at home: The emperor's coming in behalf of France, To order peace between them ;) and omit All the occurrences, whatever chanc'd, Till Harry's back-return again to France; There must we bring him; and myself have play'd The interim, by remembering you-'tis past. Then brook abridgment; and your eyes ad vance After your thought, straight back again to Guard. Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER. Gow. Nay, that's right; 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 friend, captain Gower; The rascally, scald, beggarly, lowsy, pragging knave, Pistol, which you and yourself, and all the 'orld, know to be no petter than a fellow, look you now, of no me rits, he is come to me, and prings me pread and salt yesterday, look you, and bid me eat my leek it was in a place where I could not breed no contentions with him; but I will be so pold as to wear it in my cap till I see him once again, and then I will tell him a little piece of my desires. Enter PISTOL. Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock. Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his turkey-cocks.-Got pless you, ancient Pistol, you scurvey, lowsy knave, Got bless you! Pist. Ha! art thou Bedlam? dost thou thirst, base Trojan, To have me fold up Parca's fatal web?+ Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lowsy knave, at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eat, look you, this leek; because, look you, you do not love it, nor your affections, and your appetites, and your digestions, does not agree with it, I would desire you to eat it. Pist. Not for Cadwallader, and all his goats. Flu. There is one goat for you. [Strikes him.] Will you be so goot, scald knave, as eat it? Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die. Flu. You say very true, scald knave, when Got's will is: I will desire you to live in the mean time, and eat your victuals; come, there is sauce for it. [Striking him again.] You called me yesterday, mountain-squire; but I will make you to day a squire of low degree. I pray you fall to; if you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek. 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 days :Pite, I pray you; it is goot for your green wound, and your ploody coxcomb. Pist. Must I bite ? Flu. Yes, certainly; and out of doubt, and out of questions too, and ambiguities. Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge; I eat, aud eke I swear Heury did not strike a blow in France, for two years after the decisive battle of Agincourt; but immediately concluded a truce for that period.---Hume. "Dost thou desire to have me put thee to death?" 1 Stunned. Pist. Me a groat! Pist. Yes, verily, 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 any thing, I will pay you in cudgels; you shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me bat cudgels. God be wi' you, and keep you, and heal your pate. [Exit. Pist. All hell shall stir for this. 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 predeceased valour,and dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words? 1 have seen you gleeking and galling at this gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, because he could not speak English in the na tive garb, he could not therefore bandle an En glish 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 huswife with me now?. News have 1, that my Nell is dead i'the spita! And there my rendezvous is quite cut off. [Exit. SCENE II.-Troyes in Champagne.-An Apartment in the French King's Palace. Enter, at one door, King HENRY, BEDFORD, GLOSTER, EXETER, WARWICK, WESTMOR ELAND, and other Lords; at another; the FRENCH KING, Queen ISABEL, the Princess KATHARINE, Lords, Ladies, &c. the Duke of BURGUNDY, and his Train. K. Hen. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met! Unto our brother France, and to our sister, To our most fair and princely cousin Katha- Fr. King. Right joyous are we to behold your face, Most worthy brother England; fairly met: Q. Isa. So happy be the issue, brother Erg. land, Of this good day, and of this gracious meeting, The fatal balls of murdering basilisks: |