What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by?
Mont. They call it-Agincourt.

K. Hen. Then call we this-the field of Agin-I
court,

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 Welshman did goot service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps; which, Follow Fluellen closely at the heels: your majesty knows, to this hour is an honour-The glove, which I have given him for a favour, able padge of the service; and, I do believe, May, haply, purchase him a box o'the ear; your majesty takes no scorn to wear leek upon It is the soldier's: I, by bargain, should Saint Tavy's day. Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick:

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 Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praise-t you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain, be Got for it!) a most contagious treason come and a Jack-sauce, as ever his plack shoe trod to light, look you, as you shall desire in a sum upon Got's ground and his earth, in my cousci-mer's day. Here is his majesty. ence, la.

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 good Alençon.
knowledge and literature in the wars.

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

[Ecit. K. Hen. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for me, and stick it in thy cap: When Alençon

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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 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, 1 made no offence; therefore, I beseech your highness, pardon me.

K. Hen. Here, uncle 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 yon 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: 'tis a goot silling, I warrant you, or I will change it.

Enter an English HERALD.

K. Hen. Now, herald; are the dead num-
ber'd ?

Her. Here is the number of the slaughter'd
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 thou-
sand 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 dubb'd
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 gentleinen of blood and quality.
The name of those their nobles that lie dead,-
Charles De-la-bret, high Constable of France;
Jaques 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 Bra-
bant,

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 Ketley, Davy Gam, esquire:
None else of name; and, of all other men,
But five and twenty. O God, thy arm was bere,
And not to us, but to thy arm alone,
Ascribe we all.-When, without stratagem,
But in plain shock, and even play of battle,
Was ever known so great and little loss,
On one part and on the other ?-Take it, God,
For it is only thine!

Exe. 'Tis wonderful!

K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the
village :

And be it death proclaimed through our host,
To boast of this, or take the 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 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.
The dead with charity enclos'd in clay,
We'll then to Calais; and to England then;
[Exeunt.
Where ne'er From France arriv'd more happy

men.

ACT V.

Enter CHORUS.

Chor. 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 canuot 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 winged thoughts,
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'd sea,

Which, like a mighty whiffer + 'fore the king,
Seems to prepare his way: so let him land ·
And, solemnly, see him set 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 bended sword,
Before him through the city he forbids it,
and self-glorious
Being free from vainness

pride;

Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent,
Quite from himself to God. But now behold,
In the quick forge and workinghouse of thought,
How London doth pour out her citizens!
The mayor, and all his brethren, in best soit,-
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 em-
press t

(As, in good time, he may,) from Ireland
coming,

Bringing rebellion broached ÿ on his sword,
How many would the peaceful city quit,

• The king (says the Chronicles,) caused the psa m
In exitularuel de Egypto, to be sung after the victory.
+ An officer who walks first in processions.
The earl of Essex, in the reign of Elizabeth.
Spitted, transfixed.

Losing both beauty and utility.
And as our vineyards, fallows, meads, and
hedges,

Defective in their natures, grow to wildness;
Even so our houses, and ourselves, and chil-
dren,

Have lost, or do not learn, for want of time,
The sciences that should become our country;
But grow, like savages, as soldiers will,
That nothing do but meditate, on blood,)
To swearing, and stern looks, diffus'd ý attire,
And every thing that seems unnatural.
Which to reduce into our former favour, ||
You are assembled: and my speech entreats,
That I may know the let, ¶ why gentle peace
Should not expel these inconveniencies,
And bless us with her former qualities.

K. Hen. If, duke of Burgundy, you would

the peace,
Whose want gives growth to the imperfections
Which you have cited, you must buy that peace
With full accord to all our just demands;
Whose tenors and particular effects
You have, enschedul'd briefly, in your hands.
Bur. The king hath heard them; to the
which, as yet,
There is no answer inade.

K. Hen. Marry, if you would put me to verses, or to dance for your sake, Kate, why you nor measure; and for the other, I have no undid me for the one, I have neither words strength in measure, yet a reasonable measure in strength. If I could win a lady at leapfrog, or by vauiting into my saddle with my armour on my back, under the correction of bragging be it spoken, I should quickly leap into a wife. Or, if I might buffet for my love, or bound my horse for her favours, I could lay on like a butcher, and sit like a jack-an-apes, never off but, before God, I cannot look greenly, nor gasp out my eloquence, nor I have no cunning in protestation; only downright oaths, which I never use till urged, nor never break for urging. If thou canst love a fellow Exe- of this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth sun-burning, that never looks in bis glass for Glos-love of any thing he secs there, let thine eye be thy cook. I speak to thee plain soldier: li thou canst love me for this, take me: if not, to say to thee, that I shall die, is true; but for thy love, by the Lord, no; yet I love thee too.

1 To deracinate is to force
5 Extravagant.
! Appearance.
Iliuderauce.

And while thou livest, dear Kate, take a fellow | By mine honour in true English, I love thee, of plain and uncoined constancy; for he Kate by which honour I dare not swear thou perforce must do thee right, because he hath lovest me; yet my blood begins to flatter me not the gift to woo in other places: for these that thou dost, notwithstanding the poor and fellows of infinite tongue, that can rhyme them-untempering effect of my visage. Now bese es into ladies' favours,-they do always shrew my father's ambition! he was thinking reason themselves out again. What! a speaker of civil wars when he got me; therefore was i is but a prater; a rhyme is but a ballad. A created with stubborn outside, with an as good leg will fall: + a straight back will stoop:pect of iron, that, when I come to woo ladies a black beard will turn white; a curled pate I fright them. But in faith, Kate, the elder will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full I wax, the better I shall appear: my comfort eye will wax hollow but a good heart, Kate, is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, cau is the sun and moon; or rather the sun, and do no more spoil upon my face: thou hast me, not the moon; for it shines bright, and never if thou hast me, at the worst; and thou shalt changes, but keeps his course truly. If thou wear me, if thou wear me, better and better; would have such a one, take me: And take And therefore tell me, most fair Katharine, me, take a soldier: take a soldier, take a king will you have me: Put off your maiden And what sayest thou then to my love? speak, blushes; avouch the thoughts of your heart my fair, and fairly, I pray thee. with the looks of an empress; take me by the band, and say-Harry of England, I am thine: which word thou shalt no sooner bless mine K. Hen. No; it is not possible you should ear withal, but I will tell thee aloud-England love the enemy of France, Kate: but in loving is thine, Ireland is thine, France is thine, me, you should love the friend of France; for and Henry Plantagenet is thine; who, though I I love France so well, that I will not part with speak it before his face, if he be not fellow a village of it; I will have it all mine: and, with the best king, thou shalt find the best king Kate, when France is mine, and I am your's, of good fellows. Come, your answer in brothen your's is France, and you are mine. ken music; for thy voice is music, and thy Kath. I cannot tell vat is dat. English broken: therefore, queen of all, Katharine, break thy mind to me in broken English. Wilt thou have me?

Kath. Is it possible dat I should love de enemy of France ?

K. Hen. No, Kate? I will tell thee in French; which, I am sure, will hang upon my tongue like a new-married wife about her husband's neck, hardly to be shook off. Quand j'ay la possession de France, et quand vous avez le Possession de moi, (let me see, what then? Saint Dennis be my speed !)-done vostre est France, et vous estes mienne. It is as easy for me, Kate, to conquer the kingdom, as to speak so much more French: I shall never move thee in French: unless it be to laugh at me. Kath. Sauf vostre honneur, le François quevous parlez, est meilleur que l'Anglois le quel je parle.

K. Hen. No, 'faith, 'tis not, Kate but thy speaking of my tongue, and I thine, most truly falsely, must needs be granted to be much at one. But, Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?

Kath. I connot tell.

Kath. Dat is, as it shall please de roy mon pere.

K. Hen. Nay, it will please him well, Kate; it shall please him, Kate.

Kath. Den it shall also content me.

K. Hen. Upon that I will kiss your hand, and I call you--my queen.

Kath. Laissez, mon siegneur, laissez, lais sez: ma foy, je ne veux point que vous aba ssez vostre grandeur, en baisant la main d'une vostre indigne serviteure; excusez moy, je vous supplie, mon tres puissant seigneur.

K. Hen. Then I will kiss your lips, Kate. Kath. Les dames, et damoiselles, pour estre baises devant leur nopces il n'est pas le coutume de France.

K. Hen. Madam, my interpreter, what says she? Atice. Dat it is not be de fashion pour les ladies of France,--1 cannot tell what is baiser en English.

K. Hen. To kiss.

Alice. Your Majesty entendre bettre que moy. K. Hen. It is not the fashion for the maids in France to kiss before they are married, would she say?

Alice. Ou, vrayment.

K. Hen. Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them. Come, I know, thou lovest me and at night, when you come into your closet, you'll question this gentlewoman about me; and I know, Kate, you will, to her, dispraise those parts in me, that you love with your heart: but, good Kate, mock me mercifully; the rather, gentle princess, because I love thee cruelly. If ever thou be'st mine, K. Hen. O Kate, nice customs curt'sy to Kate, (as I have a saving faith within me, tells great kings. Dear Kate, you and I cannot be me thou shalt,) I get thee with scambling, confined within the weak list of a country's and thou must therefore needs prove a good fashion: we are the makers of manners, Kate; soldier-breeder: Shall not thou and I, be- and the liberty that follows our places, stops tween Saint Dennis and Saint George, com- the mouths of all find-faults; as I will do your's, pound a boy, half French, half English, that for upholding the nice fashion of your country, shall go to Constantinople, and take the Turkin denying me a kiss: therefore, patiently, and by the beard shall we not? what sayest thou, my fair flower-de-luce?

Kath. I do not know dat.

K. Hen. No; 'tis hereafter to know, but now to promise: do but now promise, Kate, you will endeavour for your French part of such a boy; and, for my English moiety, take the word of a king and a bachelor. How answer you, la plus belle Katharine du monde mon tres chere et divine deesse?

Kath. Your majesté 'ave fausse French enough to deceive de most sage demoiselle dat is en France.

K. Hen. Now, fie upon my false French!

He means, resembling a plain piece of metal which has not yet received any impression. 4 Fall away. Henry V. had been dead 31 years before the Turks became possessed of Constantinople that event took place in 1453.

yielding. [Kissing her.] You have witchcraft
in your lips, Kate: there is more eloquence in
a sugar touch of them, than in the tongues of
the French Council; and they should sooner
persuade Harry of England, than a general
petition of monarchs. Here comes your father.
Enter the FRENCH KING and QUEEN, BUR-`
GUNDY, BEDFORD, GLOSTER, EXETER, WESst-
MORELAND, and other French and En-
glish Lords.

Bur. God save your majesty! my royal cousin, teach you our princess English?

K. Hen. I would have her learn, my fair cousin, how perfectly 1 love her; and that is good English,

Bur. Is she not apt?

1. e. Though my face has no power to softca you. † Slight barrier.