Enter Gloucefter, Bedford, Exeter, Erpingham, with all the Hoft; Salisbury and Weftmorland. HERE is the King? Glou. W Bed. The King himself is rode to view their battle. Weft. Of fighting men they have full threescore thousand. Exe. There's five to one; befides, 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. If we no more meet till we meet in heav'n, Then joyfully, my noble lord of Bedford, My dear lord Glofter, and my good lord Exeter, And my kind kinfman, warriors all, adieu! Bed. Farewel, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee! Exe. [to Sal.] Farewel, kind lord; fight valiantly to day: And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour. [Exit Sal. Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness; Princely in both. Enter King Henry. Weft. O, that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England, K. Henry. What's he, that wishes fo? My coufin Westmorland? no, my fair coufin, To do our country lofs; and if to live, The The fewer men, the greater fhare of honour. Nor care I, who doth feed upon my coft; I am the most offending foul alive, No, faith, my lord, wish not a man from England: age, "Then will he ftrip his fleeve, and fhew his fcars: "Old men forget; yet fhall not all forget, "But they'll remember, with advantages, "What feats they did that day. Then fhall our names, "Familiar in their mouth as houfhold words, "Harry the King, Bedford, and Exeter, "Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Glofter, "Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd. This ftory fhall the good man teach his fon: And Crifpin Crifpian fhall ne'er go by, 5 He that fhall live this day,] The Quarto of 16c8 reads better, He that out-lives this day. From From this day to the ending of the world, We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themfelves accurs'd, they were not here; Sal. My fov'reign lord, beftow your felf with speed K. Henry. All things are ready, if our minds be fo. Weft. Perifh the man, whose mind is backward now? K. Henry. Thou doft not wish more help from England, coufin? Weft. God's will, my Liege, would you and I alone Which likes me better than to wifh us one. A Tucket founds. Enter Mountjoy. Mount. Once more I come to know of thee, King Harry, If for thy ranfom thou wilt now compound, Before thy moft affured over-throw : For, certainly, thou art fo near the gulf, Thou needs must be englutted. Thus, in mercy, Thy followers of repentance; that their fouls May May make a peaceful and a fweet retire From off these fields; where, wretches, their poor bodies Muft lie and fefter. K. Henry. Who hath fent thee now? Mount. The Conftable of France. K. Henry. I pray thee, bear my former anfwer back. Bid them atchieve me, and then fell my bones. Good God! why should they mock poor fellows thus ? While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him. Let me speak proudly; tell the Conftable, Will foon be levy'd. Herald, fave thy labour. Mount. I fhall, King Harry: and so fare thee well. Enter York. York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg The leading of the vaward. K. Henry. Take it, brave York; now, foldiers, march away. And how thou pleaseft, God, difpofe the day! SCENE [Exeunt. X. The Field of Battle. Alarm, Excurfions. Enter Piftol, French foldier, VIELD, cur. and boy. Pist. YIEL. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentil Fr. bomme de bonne qualité. Pift. Quality, cality-confture me, art thou a gentleman? what is thy name? difcufs. Fr. Sol. O Seigneur Dieu! Pift. O, Signieur Dewe should be a gentleman : Perpend my words, O Signieur Dewe, and mark ; O Signieur Dewe, thou dieft on point of fox, 6 Quality, CALMY, CUSTURE me, art thou a gentleman ? ] We fhould read this nonsense thus, Quality, CALITY-CONSTURE me, art thou a gentleman ? i. e. tell me, let me understand whether thou be'it a gentleman. Except, |