SCENE VII.-Another part of the Field. Alarums. Enter FLUELLEN and Gower. Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis expressly against the law of arms: 't is 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.

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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, 't is so like as my fingers is to my fingers; and there is salmons in both. If you 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 you 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 the 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-doublet. He was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, 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 Enforcéd 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.

Enter MONTJOY.

Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my liege.
Glo. His eyes are humbler than they used to be.
K. Hen. How now! what means this, herald?
Know'st thou not

That I have fined these bones of mine for ransom?
Com'st thou again for ransom?
Mont. No, great King:

I come to thee for charitable licence
That we may wander o'er this bloody field,
To book our dead, and then to bury them:
To sort our nobles from our common men;
For many of our princes (woe the while!)
Lie drowned and soaked in mercenary blood
(So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs
In blood of princes); and their wounded steeds
Fret fetlock deep in gore, and with wild rage
Yerk out their arméd heels at their dead masters,
Killing them twice. O give us leave, great King,
To view the field in safety, and dispose
Of their dead bodies.

K. Hen. I tell thee truly, herald,
I know not if the day be ours or no:
For yet a many of your horsemen peer
And gallop o'er the field.

Mont.

The day is yours.

K. Hen. Praiséd be God, and not our strength, for it!

What is this castle called that stands hard by?

Mont. They call it Agincourt.

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 Black Prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in France.

K. Hen. They did, Fluellen.

If your

Flu. Your majesty says very true. 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.

tell

Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can 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 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 On both our parts.-Call yonder fellow hither. [Points to WILLIAMS.-Exeunt MONTJOY and others.

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, 't is the gage of 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, an 't 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 de

gree.

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 keeps his vow and his oath. If he be perjured, see you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain and a Jacksauce 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 meet'st the fellow.

Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.
K. Hen. Who servest thou under?
Will. Under Captain Gower, my liege.
Flu. Gower is a goot captain, and is goot
knowledge and literature of the wars.

K. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier,
Will. I will, my liege.

[Exit.

K. Hen. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for me, 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 be desired in the hearts of his subjects. I would fain see the man, that has but 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 it. 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 brother
Gloster,

my

Follow Fluellen closely at the heels:
The glove which I have given him for a
favour

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 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, touched with choler, hot as gunpowder,
And quickly will return an injury.

Follow, and see there be no harm between them.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VIII.-Before KING HENRY'S Pavilion.

Enter GoWER and WILLIAMS. Will. I warrant it is to knight you, captain.

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. 'S blood, 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, 1 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 is a friend of Duke Alençon's.

Enter WARWICK and GLOSTER.

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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 majesty's manhood) what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lousy knave it is. I hope your majesty pear me testimony, and witness, and avouchments, that this is the glove of Alonçon, that your majesty is give me; in your conscience,

is

now.

K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier: look, here is the fellow of it. "T was 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 fron 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 of Exeter, fill this glove
with crowns,

And give it to this fellow.-Keep it, fellow;
And wear it for an honour in thy cap,
Till I do challenge it.-Give him the crowns :-
And, captain, you must needs be friends with him.

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: 't is a goot silling I warrant you, or I will change it.

Enter an English Herald.

K. Hen. Now, herald; are the dead numbered?
Her. Here is the number of the slaughtered
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

That in the field lie slain of princes, in this number,

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
Five hundred were but yesterday dubbed knights:
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 Delabra, High Constable of France;
Jacques of Chatillon, admiral of France;
The master of the cross-bows, Lord Rambures;
Great Master of France, the brave Sir Guischard

Dauphin;

John, Duke of Alençon; Antony, Duke of
Brabant,

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 Lestrale.
Here was a royal fellowship of death !—
Where is the number of our English dead?
[Herald presents another
paper.
Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk,
Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam, esquire:
None else of name: and of all other men
But five-and-twenty.-O God, thy arm was

here:

And not to us, but to thy arm alone, Ascribe we all?-When, without stratagem,

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, an 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.
K. Hen. Do we all holy rites:

Let there be sung Non nobis and Te Deum.
The dead with charity enclosed in clay,
We'll then to Calais: and to England then;
Where ne'er from France arrived more happy men.
[Exeunt.

Cho. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story

That I may prompt them: and of such as have,
I humbly pray them to admit the excuse

Of time, of numbers, and due course of things,
Which cannot in their huge and proper life
Be here presented. Now we bear the King
Toward Calais: grant him there: there seen,
Heave him away upon your wingéd thoughts
Athwart the sea. Behold, the English beach
Pales in the flood with men, with wives and boys,
Whose shouts and claps outvoice the deep-mouthed

sea,

Which, like a mighty whiffler 'fore the King,
Seems to prepare his way: So let him land,
And solemnly see him on to London.
So swift a pace hath thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Blackheath:
Where that his lords desire him to have borne
His bruised helmet and his bendéd sword,
Before him, through the city: he forbids it,
Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride;
Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent,

Quite from himself, to God. But now behold,
In the quick forge and working-house of thought,

How London doth pour out her citizens!
The mayor and all his brethren in best sort
(Like to the senators of the antique Rome,
With the plebeians swarming at their heels),
Go forth, and fetch their conquering Cæsar in.
As, by a lower but by loving likelihood,
Were now the general of our gracious empress
(As in good time he may) from Ireland coming,
Bringing rebellion broachéd on his sword,
How many would the peaceful city quit
To welcome him? much more, and much more

SCENE I.-France. An English Court of Guard.

Enter FLUELLEN and Gower.

Gou. 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, lousy, 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.

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 scurvy, lousy 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, lousy 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, your appetites, and your digestions, does not agree with it, I would desire you to eat it.

and

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. Good.

Flu. Ay, leeks is goot. Hold you, there is a groat to heal your pate.

Pist. Me a groat!

Flu. 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 anything, I will pay you in cudgels you shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but 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? 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 Welch correction teach you a good English condition. Fare ye well.

[Exit.