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Suffolk first died: and York, all haggled over,
Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up:
So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck
The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd
Those waters from me, which I would have stopp'd;
But all my mother came into mine eyes,
I blame you not;
Alarums. Enter FLUELLEN and GoWER. Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis expressly against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be offered, in the 'orld: In your conscience now, is it not?
Gow. 'Tis certain there's not a boy left alive; and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the battle, have done this slaughter: besides, they have burned and carried away all that was in the king's tent; wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a gallant king!
Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain Gower: What call you the town's name, where Alexander the pig was porn.
Gow. Alexander the great.
Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? The pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the phrase is a little variations.
Gow. I think Alexander the great was born in Macedon; his father was called Philip of Macedon, as I take it. Flu. I think it is in Macedon, where Alexander is porn. I tell you, captain, — If you look in the maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations, look you, is both alike. There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth it is called Wye, at Monmouth; but it is out of my prains, what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis so like as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both. If mark Alexander's life well, Harry of Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent well; for there is figures in all things. Alexander (God knows, and
know,) in his rages, and his furies, and his
wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and his displeasures, and his indignations, and also being a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and his angers, look you, kill his pest friend, Clytus.
Gow. Our king is not like him in that; he never killed any of his friends.
Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and finished. I speak but in the figures and comparisons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, being in his ales and his cups; so also Harry Monmouth, being in his right wits and his goot judgments, is turn away the fat knight with the great pelly-donblet he was full of jests, and gipes, and knaverie: and mocks; I am forget his name.
Gow. Sir John Falstaff.
Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there is goot men porn at Monmouth.
Gow. Here comes his majesty.
Alarum. Enter KING HENRY with a part of the English Forces; WARWICK, GLOSTER, EXETER, and others.
K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to France Until this instant. — Take a trumpet, herald; Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill; If they will fight with us, bid them come down, Or void the field; they do offend our sight: If they'll do neither, we will come to them; And make them skirr away, as swift as stones Enforced from the old Assyrian slings: Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have; And not a man of them, that we shall take, Shall taste our mercy: - - Go, and tell them so.
Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my liege.
Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be. K. Hen. How now! what means this, herald? know'st thou not,
That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ransome?
No, great king:
I come to thee for charitable licence,
I tell thee truly, herald,
What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by?
K. Hen. Then call we this-the field of Agincourt, Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.
Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't please your majesty, and your great uncle Edward
the plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in France. K. Hen. They did, Fluellen.
Flu. Your majesty says very true if your majesties is remembered of it, the Welshmen did goot service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps; which, your majesty knows, to this hour is an honourable padge of the service; and, I do believe, your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's day. K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour: For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman. Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your majesty's Welch plood out of your pody, I can tell you that Got pless it and preserve it, as long as it pleases his grace, and his majesty too!
K. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman. Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's countryman, I care not who know it; I will confess it to all the 'orld: I need not to be ashamed of your majesty, praised be God, so long as your majesty is an honest man.
K. Hen. God keep me so! - Our heralds go with him;
Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
Exe. Soldier, you must come to the king. K. Hen. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove in thy cap?
Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage one that I should fight withal, if he be alive.
K. Hen. An Englishman?
Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that swaggered with me last night: who, if 'a live, and ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to take him a box o'the ear: or, if I can see my glove in his cap, (which he swore, as he was a soldier, he would wear, if alive,) I will strike it out soundly. K. Hen. What think you, captain Fluellen? is it fit this soldier keep his oath?
Flu. He is a craven and a villain else, a'nt please your majesty, in my conscience.
K. Hen. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman of great sort, quite from the answer of his degree.
Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath if he be perjured, see you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain, and a Jack sauce, as ever his plack shoe trod upon Got's ground and his earth, in my conscience, la.
K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou mect'st the fellow.
Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.
Flu. Gower is a goot captain; and is goot knowledge and literature in the wars.
K. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier.
K. Hen. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour and stick it in thy cap: When Alençon and myself were down together, I plucked this glove from his helm; if any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alençon and an enemy to our person; if thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an thou dost love me.
Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as can
K. Hen. My lord of Warwick,-and my brother
Follow Fluellen closely at the heels:
And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder,
Follow, and see there be no harm between them.-
SCENE VIII. -Before King Henry's Pavilion.
Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain.
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 traitor, 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 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 ma
esty's manhood,) what an arrant, rascally, 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 is give 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 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 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
And give it to this fellow. Keep it, fellow;
Till I do challenge it. Give him the crowns:
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 number'd? Her. Here is the number of the slaughter'd French. [Delivers a paper. K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle?
Ere. 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,
And gentlemen of blood and quality.
John duke of Alençon; Antony duke of Brabant,
[Herald presents another paper.
K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the village: And be it death proclaimed through our host, To boast of this, or take that praise from God, Which is his only.
Flu. Is it not lawful, and please your majesty, to tell how many is killed?
K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgment,
That God fought for us.
Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot.
Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum.
Cho. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story,
That I may prompt them: and of such as have,
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-mouth'
Which, like a mighty whiffler 'fore the king,
Before him, through the city: he forbids it,
To welcome him? much more, and much more cause,
Enter FLUELLEN and Gower.
Gow. Nay, that's right; but why wear you your leck 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 merits, 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.
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 scurvy, lowsy knave, Got 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, 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. riking him again.] You called me yesterday,
mountain-squire; but I will make you to-day s 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, and eke I swear.
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 goot do you, scald knave, heartily. Nay, 'pray you, throw none away; the skin is goot for your proken coxcomb. When you take occasions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock at them; that is all.
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? 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.
Unto our brother France, as d to our sister,
Most worthy brother England; fairly met :-
Q. Isa. So happy be the issue, brother England,
With all my wits, my pains, and strong endeavours,
Your mightiness on both parts best can witness.
Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart,
And as our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges,
K. Hen. Brother, we shall.-Go, uncle Exeter,-
- Will you, fair sister,
K. Hen. Yet leave our cousin Katharine here with
She is our capital demand, compris'd
[Exeunt all but HENRY, KATHARINE,
And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?
K. Hen. O fair Katharine, if you will love me soundly with your French heart, I will be glad to hear you confess it brokenly with your English tongue. Do you like me, Kate?
Kath. Pardonnez moy, I cannot tell vat is-like me. K. Hen. An angel is like you, Kate; and you are like an angel.
Kath. Que dit-il? que je suis semblable à les anges?
K. Hen. I said so, dear Katharine; and I must not blush to affirm it.
Kath. O bon Dieu! les langues des hommes sont pleines des tromperies.
K. Hen. What says she, fair one? that the tongues of men are full of deceits?
Alice. Ouy; dat de tongues of de mans is be full of deceits dat is de princess.
K. Hen. The princess is the better English-woI'faith, Kate, my wooing is fit for thy understanding: I am glad, thou can'st speak no better English; for, if thou couldst, thou would'st find me such a plain king, that thou would'st think, I had sold my farm to buy my crown. I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say- I love you: then, if you urge me further than to say - Do you in faith? I wear out my suit. Give me your answer;
K. Hen. If, duke of Burgundy, you would the i'faith, do; and so clap hands and a bargain: How
say you, lady?