In blood of princes ;) and their wounded steeds it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep Fret fetlock deep in gore, and with wild his vow and his oath: if he be perjured, see rage, [ters. you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain, Yerk out their armed heels at their dead mas-and a Jack-sauce,* as ever his plack shoe trod Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great upon Got's ground and his earth, in my conking, science, la. To view the field in safety, and dispose K. Hen. I tell thee truly, herald, Mont. The day is yours. K. Hen. Praised be God, and not our strength, for it! 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? K. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier. [Exit. What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by? K. Hen. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this faMont. They call it-Agincourt. vour for me, and stick it in thy cap: When K. Hen. Then call we this-the field of Agin-Alencon and myself were down together, I court, Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus. plucked this glove from his helm : if any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alencon and Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an enemy to our person; if thou encounter any an't please your majesty, and your great-uncle such, apprehend him, an thou dost love me. Edward the plack prince of Wales, as I have Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, read in the chronicles, fought a most prave as can be desired in the hearts of his subjects: pattle here in France. I would fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall find himself aggriefed at this K. Hen. They did, Fluellen. Flu. Your majesty says very true; If your glove, that is all; but I would fain see it majesties is remembered of it, the Welshman once; an please Got of his grace, that I might did goot service in a garden where leeks did see it. 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. Hon. Knowest thou Gower? Flu. I will fetch him. [Exit. K. Hen. My lord of Warwick,--and my brother Gloster, 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 Follow Fluellen closely at the heels: [vour, majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can The glove, which I have given him for a fatell you that: Got pless it and preserve it, as May, haply, purchase him a box o'the ear; long as it pleases his grace, and his majesty It is the soldier's; I, by bargain, should too! Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick: K. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman. Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's coun-lf that the soldier strike him, (as, I judge tryman, I care not who know it; I will confess By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word,) it to all the 'orld: I need not to be ashamed of Some sudden mischief may arise of it; your majesty, praised be God, so long as your For I do know Fluellen valiant, majesty is an honest man. K. Hen. God keep me so!-Our heralds go Bring me just notice of the numbers dead Exe. Soldier, you must come to the king. in thy cap? Will. An't please your majesty, tis the gage of one that I should fight withal, if he be alive. K. Hen. An Englishman? a I Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that swaggered with me last night: who, if live, and ever dare to challenge this glove, 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,t quite from the answer of his degree. Flu Though he be as goot a gentleman as the tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, → Coward. High rank. And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder, Enter GoWER and WILLIAMS. Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I a Flu. Know the glove! I know, the glove is glove. Will. I know this: and thus I challenge it. [Strikes him. universal 'orld, or in France, or in England. Flu 'Sblud, an arrant traitor as any's in the 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. * For saucy Jack. 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. Her. Here is the number of the slaughter'd K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle ? Exe. Charles, duke of Orleans, nephew to the king; War. How now, how now! what's the mat John duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt: ter? Of other lords, and barous, knights, and 'squires, 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. Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. 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; promised to strike him, if he did I met this inan with my glove in his cap, and I have been And gentlemen of blood and quality. as good as my word. The name of those their nobles that lie dead,-Flu. Your majesty hear now, (saving your Charles De-la-bret, high Constable of France; majesty's manhood,) what an arrant, rascally. Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France: beggarly, lowsy knave it is: I hope, your ma- The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures; jesty is pear me testimony, and witness, and Great-master of France, the brave Sir Guisavouchments, that this is the glove of Alençon, chard Dauphin; [bant, that your majesty gave me, in your conscience John Duke of Alençon; Antony duke of BraThe brother to the duke of Burgundy; K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier; Look, And Edward duke of Bar: of lusty earls, here is the fellow of it. 'Twas I, indeed, thou Grandpre, and Roussi, Fauconberg, and Foix. promised'st to strike; and thou hast given me Beaumont, and Marle, Vaudemont, and Les now. most bitter terms. 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. trale, Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck Here was a royal fellowship of death!answer for it, if there is any martial faw in the Where is the number of our English dead? 'orld. [HERALD presents another Paper. K. Hen. How canst thou make me satisfac- Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk, tion? Sir Richard Ketley, 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, Will. Your majesty came not like yourself: But in plain shock, and even play of battle, you appeared to me but as a common man: Was ever known so great and little loss, witness the night, your garments, your lowli On one part and on the other?-Take it, God, ness; and what your highness suffered under For it is only thine! that shape, I beseech, you take it for your own Exe. 'Tis wonderful! 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; him. Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the village: And be it death proclaimed through our host, Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell now many is killed? K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknowThat God fought for us. [ledgement, Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot. has mettle enough in his pelly: -Hold, there K. Hen. Do we all holy rites; is twelve pence for you, and I pray you to serve Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum. Got, and keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, The dead with charity enclos'd in clay, and quarrels, and dissensions, and, I warrant We'll then to Calais; and to England then; you, it is the petter for you. Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy [Exeunt. 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. men. ACT V. Chor. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story, That I may prompt them: and of such as have, K. Hen. Now, herald; are the dead num Of time, of numbers, and due course of things, ber'd? Which cannot in their huge and proper life Pist. Ha! art thou Bedlam? dost thou thirst, base Trojan, Be here presented. Now we bear the king turkey-cocks.-Got pless you, ancient Pistol, Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deepmouth'd sea, Which, like a mighty whiffler* 'fore the king, How London doth pour out her citizens! Bringing rebellion broached¶ on his sword, [him; Did they this Harry. Now in London place (As yet the lamentation of the French Invites 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 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 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. 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. [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 asto. nishedt 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. Quit 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 any thing, 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 and 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. [Exit. Pist. Doth fortune play the huswife with me now? News have I, that my Nell is dead i'the spital* | That should deracinate* such savagery: And there my rendezvous is quite cut off. [Exit. all! Fr. King. Right joyous are we to behold your face, Most worthy brother England; fairly met:So are you, princes English, every one. Q. Isa. So happy be the issue, brother England, Of this good day, and of this gracious meeting, As we are now glad to behold your eyes; Your eyes, which hitherto have borne in them Against the French, that met them in their The fatal balls of murdering basilisks: [bent, The venom of such looks, we fairly hope, Have lost their quality; and that this day Shall change all griefs, and quarrels, into love. K. Hen. To cry amen to that, thus we ap you. have laboured Bur. My duty to you both, on equal love, Great kings of France and England! That I [vours, With all my wits, my pains, and strong endeaTo bring your most imperial majesties Unto this bart and royal interview, Your mightiness on both parts best can witness. Since then my office hath so far prevail'd, That, face to face, and royal eye to eye, You have congreeted; let it not disgrace me, If I demand, before this royal view, What rub, or what impediment, there is, Why that the naked, poor, and mangled peace, Dear nurse of arts, plenties, and joyful births, Should not, in this best garden of the world, Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage? Alas! she hath from France too long been chas'd; And all her husbandry doth lie on heaps, Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart, The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth Defective in their natures, grow to wildness; K. Hen. If, duke of Burgundy, you would the peace, Whose want gives growth to the imperfections K. Hen. Well then, the peace, Fr. King. I have but with a cursorary eye O'er-glanc'd the articles: pleaseth your grace To appoint some of your council presently To sit with us once more, with better heett To re-survey them, we will, suddenly, Pass our accept, and peremptory answer. K. Hen. Brother, we shall.-Go, uncle Exeter,[ter,And brother Clarence, and you, brother GlosWarwick-and Huntingdon,-go with the king: And take with you free power, to ratify, [ter, Q. Isa. Our gracious brother, I will go with them; Haply, a woman's voice may do some good, K. Hen. Yet leave our cousin Katharine [Exeunt all but HENRY, KATHARINE, and her Gentlewoman. K. Hen. Fair Katharine, and most fair! Such as will enter at a lady's ear, Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terans And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart? Kath. Your majesty shall mock at me; I cannot speak your England. K. Hen. O fair Katharine, if you will love glad to hear you confess it brokenly with your me soundly with your French heart I will be English tongue. Do you like me, Kate? Kath. Pardonnes moy, I cannot tell vat islike me. *To deracinate is to force up the roots. † Extravagant. Hindrance 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? Alice. Ouy, vrayment, (sauf vostre grace) ainsi dit il. 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 Englishwoman. I'faith, Kate, my wooing is fit for thy understanding: I am glad, thou can'st speak no better English; for, if thou could'st 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; i'faith, do; and so clap hands and a bargain: How say you, lady? Kath. Sauf vostre honneur, me understand well. K. Hen. No; it is not possible, you should love the enemy of France, Kate: but, in loving me, you should love the friend of France; for I love France so well, that I will not part with a village of it; I will have it all mine: and, Kate, when France is mine, and I am yours, then yours is France, and you are mine. Kath. I cannot tell vat is dat. 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 que vous parlez, est meilleur que l'Anglois lequel 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 cannot tell. 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, your heart: but, good Kate, mock me mercifully; the rather, gentle princess, because I love thee cruelly. If ever thou be'st mine, Kate, (as I have a saving faith within me, tells me,-thou shalt,) I get thee with scambling, and thou must therefore needs prove a good Shall not thou and I, be tween Saint Dennis and Saint George, compound a boy, half French, half English, that shall go to Constantinople, and take the Turk by the beard? shall we not? what sayest thou, my fair flower-de-luce? Kath. I do not know dat. K. Hen. Marry, if you would put me to verses, or to dance for your sake, Kate, why you undid me: for the one, I have neither words nor measure; and for the other, I have no .strength in measure,* yet a reasonable measure in strength. If I could win a lady at leap-dispraise those parts in me, that you love with frog, or by vaulting 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 green-soldier-breeder: ly,t 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 of this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth sun-burning, that never looks in his glass for love of any thing he sees there, let thine eye be K. Hen. No: 'tis hereafter to know, but now thy cook. I speak to thee plain soldier: If to promise: do but now promise, Kate, you thou canst love me for this, take me: if not, to will endeavour for your French part of such a say to thee-that I shall die, is true but-for boy; and, for my English moiety, take the thy love, by the Lord, no; yet I love thee too. word of a king and a bachelor. How answer And while thou livest, dear Kate, take a fel-you, la plus belle Katharine du monde, mon tres low of plain and uncoined‡ constancy; for he chere et divine deesse? perforce must do thee right, because he hath not the gift to woo in other places: for these fellows of infinite tongue, that can rhyme themselves into ladies' favours,-They do always reason themselves out again. What! a speaker is but a prater; a rhyme is but a ballad. A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curled pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon; for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps his course truly. If thou would have such a one, take me: And take me, take a soldier; take a soldier, take a king: And what sayest thou then to my love? speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee. Kath. Is it possible dat I should love de enemy of France? * In dancing. † I. c. Like a young lover, awkwardly He means, resembling a plain piece of metal which has not yet received any impression. Fall away. 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! By mine honour, in true English, I love thee, Kate: by which honour I dare not swear, thou lovest me; yet my blood begins to flatter me that thou dost, notwithstanding the poor and untempering effect of my visage.* Now beshrew my father's ambition! he was thinking of civil wars when he got me; therefore was] created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that, when I come to woo ladies, I fright them. But, in faith, Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear: my comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face: thou hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst; and thou shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and better; And therefore tell me, most fair Katharine. will you have me? Put off your maide * I. c. Though my face has no power to st ften you |