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KING HENRY V.

345 K. Her. We are la God's hand, brother, not in Dan. That may be, for you bear a many supertheirs.

fluously; and 'twere more honour, some were March to the bridge ; it now draws towards night: away. Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves;

Con. Even as your horse bears your praises ; who And on to-morrow bid them marchi away. (Exeunt. would trol as well, were some of your brags dis

mounted. SCENE VII.-The French Camp, near Agincourt. Dau. 'Would, I were able to load him with his

desert! Will it never be day? I will trot to-morEnter the CONSTABLE OF France, the Lord RAM; row a mile, and my way shall be paved with

BURES, the Duke of Orleans, Dauphin, and English faces. others.

Con. I will not say so, for fear I should be faced Con. Tut! I have the best armour of the world. out of my way : but I would it were morning, for I -'Would, it were day!

would fain be about the ears of the English. Orl. You have an ex llent armour; but let my

Ram. Who will go to haza:d with me for twenty horse have his due.

English prisoners ? Con. It is the best horse of Europe.

Con. You must first go yourself to hazard, ere Orl. Will it never be morning?

you have them. Dau. My lord of Orleans, and my lord high con

Dau. Tis midnight, I'll go arm myself. [Exit. stable, you talk of horse and armour,

Orl. The Dauphin longs for morning. Orl. You are as well provided of both, as any Ram. He longs to eat the English. prince in the world.

Con. I think, he will eat all he kills. Dau. What a long night is this ! - I will not Orl. By the white haud of my lady, he's a gallant change my horse with any that treads but on four prince. pa terns. Ca, ha! He bounds from the earth, as Con. Swear by her foot, that she may tread out if his entrails were hairso; le cheval volant, the Pe- the oatlı. gasus, qui a les narines de feu! When I bestride Orl. He is, simply the most active gentleman of him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the France. earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of Con. Doing is activity : and he will still be doing. his hoof is inore musical than the pipe of Hermes. Orl. He never did harm, that I heard of. Orl. He's of the colour of the nutnieg.

Con. Nor will do none to-morrow; he will keep Dau. And of the heat of the ginger. It is a that good name still. beast for Perseus : he is pure air and fire; and the Orl. I know him to be valiant. dull elements of earth and water never appear in Con. I was told that, by one that knows him bethim, but only in patient stillness, while liis riderter than you. mounts him: he is, indeed, a horse; and all other Orl. What's he? jades you may call--beasts.

Con. Marry, he told me so himself; and he said, Con. Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and he cared not who knew it. excellent horse.

Orl. He needs not, it is no hidden virtue in him. Dau. It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is like Con. By my faith, Sir, but it is; never any body the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance saw it, but his lackey : 'is a hooded valour; and, enforces homage.

when it appears, it will bate." Orl. No more, cousin.

Orl. III will never said well. Duu. Nay, the man hath no wit, that cannot, Con. I will cap that proverb with-There is flatfrom the rising of the lark to the lodging of the tery in friendship. lamb, vary deserved praise on my palfrey: it is a Örl. And I will take up that with-Give the devil theme as fluent as the sea; turn the sands into elo- his due. queni tongues, and myhorse is argument for themali: Con. Well placed; there stands your friend for Plis a subject for a sovereign to reason on, and for a the devil: have at the very eye of that proverb, sovereign's sovereign to ride on; and for the world with-A

pox of the devil, (familiar to us, and unknown,) to lay apart their

Orl. You are the better at proverbs, by how particular functions, and wonder at him. I once much-A 10ol's bolt is soon shoi. writ a sonnet in his praise, and began thus: Won

Con. You have shot over. der of nature,

Orl. Tis not the first time you were overshot. Orl. I have heard a sonnet begin so to one's mis

Enter a MESSENGER. tress.

Dan. Then did they imitate that which I com- Mess. My lord high constable, the English lie
posed to my courser; for my horse is my mistress. within fifteen hundred paces of your tent.
Orl. Your mistress bears well.

Con. Who hath measured the ground !
Dau. Me well; which is the prescript praise and

Mess. The lord Grandpré. perfection of a good and particular mistress.

Con. A valiant and most expert gentleman. Con. Ma foy! the other day, methought, your

Would it were day!

-las, poor Harry of Eng. mistress shrewdly shook your back.

land! He longs not for the dawning as we do. Dau. So, perhaps, did yours.

Orl. What a wretched and peevish + fellow is Con. Mine was not bridled.

this king of England, to mope with his fat-brain'd Dau. 0! then, belike, she was old and gentle; followers so far out of his knowledge!

yon rude, like a kernet of Ireland, your French Con. If the English had any apprehension, they hone off, and in your strait trossers :

would run away.
Con. You have good judgment in horsemanship. Orl. That they lack; for if their heads had any
Dau. Be warn’d by me then; they that ride so, intellectual armour, they could never wear such
and ride not warily, fall into foul bogs; I had ra- | heavy head-pieces.,
ther have my horse to my mistress.

Ram. That island of England breeds very va-
Con. I had as lief have my mistress a jade. liant creatures; their mastiffs are of unınatchable
Dau. I tell thee, constable, my mistress wears courage.
her own hair.

Orl. Foolish curs ! that run winking into the Con, I could make as true a boast as that, if I had mouth of a Russian bear, and have their heads a sow to my inistress.

crush'd like rotten apples: you may as well say, Dau. Le chien est retourné à son propre vomisse

--that's a valiant fiea, that dare eat his breakfast ment, et la truie lavée au bourbier : thou makest use on the lip of a lion. oi any thing.

Con. Just, just; and the men do sympathize Con. Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress; with the mastifs, 'in robustious and rough coning or any such proverb, so little kin to the purpose. on, leaving their wils with their wives : and then

Rum. My lord constable, the armour, that I saw give them great meals of beef, and iron and steel, in your tent to-night, are those stars, or suns, upon they will eat like wolves, and fight like devils.

Örl. Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of Con, Stars, my lord.

beef. Dau. Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope.

Con. Then we shall find to-morrow-they have Con. And yet my sky shall not want.

• An equivoque in terms in falconry: he means, erabluding to the bounding of tennis-balls, which his valour is hid from every body but his lackey, were

and when it appears it will fall oif. + Soldier. + Trowsers.

+ Foolish.

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only stomachs to eat, and none to fight. Now is it Erp. Not so, my liege ; this lodging likes me
time to arm :-Come, shall we about it?

better,
Orl. It is now two o'clock: but, let me see,-by Since I may say-now lie I like a king.
ten,

K. Hen. 'Tis good for men to love their present
We shall have each a hundred Englishman.

pains,
(Exeunt. Upon example; so the spirit is eased :

And, when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt,
ACT IV.

The organs, though defunct and dead before,

Break up their drowsy grave, and newly move
Enter CHORUS.

With casted slough and fresh legerity t.
Chor. Now entertain conjecture of a time,

Leud me thy cloak, Sir Thomas Brothers both,

Commend me to the princes in our camp;
When creeping murmur, and the poring dark,
Fills the wide vessel of the universe.

Do my good morow to them; and, anon,

Desire them all to my pavillion.
From camp to camp, through the foul womb of

Glo. We shall my liege.
night,
The hum of either army stilly * sounds,

(Exeunt Gloster and Bedford.

Erp. Shall I attend your grace?
That the fix'd sentinels almost receive

K. Hen. No, mny good knight;
The secret whispers of each other's watch;
Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames

Go with my brothers to my lords of England :
Each battle sees the other's umber'd face:

I and my bosom must debate awhile,

And then I would no other company.
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents,

Erp. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry!
The armourers, accomplishing the knights,

[Exit. Erpingham. With busy hammers closing rivets up,

K. Hen. God-a-mercy, old heart! thou speak'st Give dreadful note of preparation.

cheerfully,
The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll,

Enter PISTOL.
And the third hour of drowsy morning name. Pist. Qui va lu ?
Proud of their numbers, and secure in soul,

K, Hen. A friend.
The confident and over-lusty | French

Pist. Discuss unto me; art thou officer?
Do the low-rated English play at dice;

Or art thou base, common, and popular ?
And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night,

K. Hen. I am a gentleman of a company.
Who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp

Pist. Trail'st thou the puissant pike?
So tediously away. The poor condemned English, K. Hen. Even so : What are you?
Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires

Pist. As good a gentleman as the emperor.
Sit patiently, and inly ruminate

K. Hen. Then you are better than the king.
The morning's danger; and their gesture sad, Pist. The king's a bawcock, and a heart of gold,
Investing lank-lean cheeks, and war-worn coats, A lad of life, an imp I of fame;
Presenteth them unto the gazing moon

of parents good, of fist most valiant :
So many horrid ghosts. 0, now, who will behold I kiss his dirty shoe, and from my heart-strings
The royal captain of this ruin'd band,

I love the lovely bully. What's thy name ?
Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, K. Hen. Harry le Roy.
Let him cry-Praise and glory on his head !

Pist. Le Roy ! A Cornish name : Art thou of Cor-
For forth lie goes, and visits all his host;

nish crew ?
Bids them good-morrow, with a modest smile; K. Hen. No, I am a Welshman.
And calls them-brothers, friends, and countrymen. Pist. Knowest thou Fluellen?
Upon his royal face there is no note,

K. Hen. Yes.
How dread an army hath enrounded him;

Pist. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate,
Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour

Upon Saint Davy's day.
Unto the weary and all-watched night:

K. Hen. Do not you wear your dagger in your
But freshly looks, and over-bears attaint,

cap that day, lest he knock that about yours.
With cheerful semblance, and sweet majesty ; Pist. Art thou his friend?
That every wretch, pining and pale before,

K. Hen. And his kinsman too.
Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks : Pist. The figo for thee then!
A largess universal, like the sun,

K. Hen. I thank you : God be with you!
His liberal eye doth give to every one,

Pist. My name is Pistol call’d.
Thawing cold fear. Then mean and gentle all, K. Hen. It sorts well with your fierceness.
Behold, as may unworthiness define,

Enter FlUELLEN and Gower, severally.
A little touch of Harry in the night:
And so our scene must to the batile fly;

Gow. Captain Fluellen!
Where, (0 for pity!) we shall much disgrace

Flu. So in the name of Cheshu Christ, speak
With four or five most vile and ragged foils, lower. It is the greatest admiration in the univer-
Right ill disposed, in brawl ridiculous,-

sal 'orld, when the true and anncient prerogatifes The name of Agincourt : Yet, sit and see;

and laws of the wars is not kept: if you would Minding ý true things, by what their mockeries be.

but take the pains to examine the wars of Pompey [Exit.

the Great, you shall find, I warrant you, that there

is no tiddle taddle, or pibble pabble, in Pompey's SCENE 1.-The English Camp at Agincourt.

camp; I warrant you, you shall find the ceremo

nies of the wars, and the cares of it, and the forms Enter King HENRY, BEDFORD, and Gloster. of it, and the sobriety of it, and the modesty of it,

to be otherwise.
K. Hen. Gloster, 'tis true, that we are in great
danger;

Gow, Why, the enemy is loud; you heard him
The greater therefore should our courage be.

all

night. Good morrow, brother Bedford. God Almighty!

Flu. If the enemy is an ass and a fool, and a There is some soul of goodness in things evil,

prating coxcomb, is it weet, think you, that we Would men observingly distil it ont;

should also, look you, be an ass, and a fool, and a For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers,

prating coxcomb; in your own conscience now! Which is both healthful, and good husbandry :

Gow. I will speak lower.
Besides, they are our outward consciences,

Flu. I pray you, and beseech you, that you will.
And preachers to us all ; admonishing,

(Exeunt Gower and Fluellen. That we should dress us fairly for our end.

K. Hen. Though it appear a little out of fashion, Thus may we gather honey from the weed,

There is much care and valour in this Welshman. And make a moral of the devil himself,

Enter Bates, COURT, and WILLIAMS. Enter ERPINGHAY, ,

Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the morn. Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham:

ing which breaks yonder? A good soft pillow for that good white head

Bates. I think it be: but we have no great cause Were better than a charlish turf of France.

to desire the approach of day.

Will. We see yonder the beginning of the day, Gently, lowly. + Discoloured by the gleam of the fires.

• Slough is the skin which serpents annually

throw off.
Over-saucy. Calling to remembrance. + Lightness, nimbleness.

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but, I think, we shall never see the end of it.- more is the king guilty of their damnation, than he Who goes there?

was before guilty of those impieties for which they K. Hen. A friend. Will. Under what captain serve you?

are now visited. Every subjects duty is the king's;

but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore K. Hen. Under Sir Thomas Erpingham.

should every soldier in the wais do as every sick Will. A good old commander, and a most kind man in his bed, wash every mote out of his congentleman : I pray you, what thinks he of our science; and dying so, death is to him advantage : estate 1

or not dying, the time was blessedly lost, wherein K. Hen. Even as men wreck'd upon a sand, that such preparation was gained : and in him that look to be wash'd off the next tide:

escapes, it were not sin to think, that making God Bates. He hath not told his thought to the king? so free an offer, he let him outlive that day to see K. Hen. No; nor it is not meet he should. For, his greatness, and to teach others how they should though I speak it to you, I think the king is but a prepare. man, as I am: the violet smells to him, as it doth Will. Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the lo me; the element shews to him as it doth to me; ill is upon his own head, the king is not to answer all his senses have but human conditions: his ce for it. remonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but

Bates. I do not desire he should answer for me; a man; and though his affections are higher mount. and yet I determine to fight lustily for him. ed than ours, yet when they stoop, they stoop with K. Hen. I myself heard the king say, he would the like wing; therefore, when he sees reason of not be ransomed. fears, as we do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the Will. Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheerfully; same relish as yurs are: yet, in reason, no man but, when our throats are cut, he may be ransomed, should possess him with any appearance of fear, and we ne'er the wiser. lest he, by shewing it, should dishearten his army. K. Hen, If I live to see it, I will never trust his

Bates. He may shew what outward courage he word after. will: but, I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could Will. 'Mass, you'll pay him then! That's a pewish himself in the Thames up to the neck; andrilous shot out of an elder gun, that a poor and pri. So I would he were, and I by him, at all adven- vate displeasure can do against a monarch! You tures, so we were quit here.

may as well go about to turn the sun to ice, with K. Hen. By my troth, I will speak my con- fanning in his face with a peacock's feather. You'll science of the king; I think, he would not wish never trust his word after! Come, 'lis a foolish himself any where but where he is.

saying. Bates. Then, 'would he were here alone; so K. Hen. Your reproof is something too round +; I should he be sure to be ransomed, and a many poor should be angry with you if the time were conve. men's lives saved.

nient, K. Hen. I dare say, you love him not so ill, to Will. Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live. wish him here alone; howsoever, you speak this, to

K. Hen. I embrace it. feel other men's minds: methinks I could not die Will. How shall I know thee again? any where so contented, as in the king's company; K. Hen. Give me any guage of thine, and I will his cause being just, and his quarrel honourable. wear it in niy bonnet : then, if ever thou darest acWill. That's more than we know.

knowledge it, I will make it my quarrel. Bates. Ay, or more than we should seek after; Will. Here's my glove ; give me another of thine. for we know enough, if we know we are the king's K. Hen. There. subjects : if his cause be wrong, our obedience to Will. This will I also wear in my cap: if erer the king wipes the crime of it out of us.

thou come to me and say, after to-morrow, This is Win. But, if the cause be not good, the king my glove, by this hand, I will take thee a box on bimself hath a heavy reckoning to make: when the ear. all those legs, and arms, and heads, chopp'd off in K. Hen. If ever I live to see it, I will challenge a battle, shall join together at the latter day t, and it. cry all-We died at such a place; some, swearing; Will. Thou darest as well be hang'd. some, crying for a surgeon; some, upon their K. Hen. Well, I will do it, though I take thee in wives left poor behind them; some, upon the debts the king's company. they owe; some, upon their children rawlyt left. Will. Keep thy word : fare thee well. I an afeard there are few die well, that die in Bates. Be friends, you English fools, be friends; battle; for how can they charitably dispose of we have French quarrels enough, if you could tell any thing, when blood is their argument? Now, if | how to reckon, these men do not die well, it will be a black mat- K. Hen. Indeed, the French may lay twenty ter for the king that led them to it; whom to dis- crowns to one, they will beat us; for they bear obey, were against all proportion of subjection. them on their shoulders : but it is no English trea

K. Hen. So, if a son, that is by his father sent son, to cut French crowns; and, to-morrow, the about merchandise, do sinfully miscarry upon the king himself will be a clipper. (Exeunt Soldiers. Sea, the imputation of his wickedness, by your rule, Upon the king! Let us our lives, our souls, should be imposed upon his father that sent him : Our debts, our careful wives, our children, and or if a servant, under his master's command, trans- Our sins, lay on the king ;-we must bear all, porting a sum of money, be assail'd by robbers, O hard condition! Twin-born with greatness, and die in many irreconciled iniquities, you may call Subjected to the breath of every fool, the business of the master the author of the ser- Whose sense no more can feel but his own wring vant's damnation :- But this is not so : the king is

ing! not bound to answer the particular endings of his What infinite heart's ease must kings neglect, soldiers, the father of his son, nor the master of his That private men enjoy! Servant; for they purpose not their death, when And what have kings, that privates bave not too, they purpose their services. Besides, there is no Save ceremony, save general ceremony? king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to And what art ihou, thou idol ceremony? the arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all What kind of god art thou, that suffer’st more unspotted soldiers. Some, peradventure, have on Of mortal griets, than do thy worshippers ? them the guilt of premeditated and contrived mur. What are thy rents ? What are thy comings-in? der; some, of beguiling virgins with the broken o ceremony, shew me but thy worth! seals of perjury ; some, making the wars their bul- What is the soul of adoration ? wark, that have before gored the gentle bosom of Art thou aught else bat place, degree, and forin, peace with pillage and robbery. Now, if these Creating awe and fear in other men ? imen have defeated the law, and outrun native pu- Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd nishment ø, though they can outstrip men, they have Than they in fearing. no wings to fly from God: war is his beadle, war

What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, is his vengeance; so that here men are punish'a, But poison'd fattery? o, be sick, great greatness, for before-breach of the king's laws, in now the And bid thy ceremony give thee cure' king's quarrel: where they teard the death, they Think'st thou, the fiery fever will go out bare borne life away; and where they would be With titles blown from adulation ? "ale, they perish : then if they die unprovided, no

• To pay, here signifies to bring to account, to Qualities. + The last day, the day of Judgment. punisla.

+ Too rough. I Suddenly.

1. What is the real worth and intrinsic value of. i. e. Punishment in their native country. adoration !

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Will it give place to flexure and low hending? Ram. What, will you have them weep our
Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's

horses' blood ?
knee,

How shall we then behold their natural tears 3
Command the health of it? No, thon proud dream,
That play'st so subtiy with a king's repose,

Enter a MESSENGER.
I am a king, that tind thee; and I know,

Mess. The English are embattled, you French 'Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball,

peers. The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,

Con. To horse, you gallant princes! Straight to The enter-tissued robe of gold and pearl,

horse ! The farcedo title running 'fore the king,

Do but behold yon poor and starved hand, The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp

And your fair show shall suck away their souls, That beats upon the high shore of this world, Leaving them but the shales and husks of men. No, not all these, thrice gorgeous ceremony,

There is not work enough for all our hands; Not all these, laid in Led majestical,

Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins,
Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave;

To ive each naked curtle-axe a stain,
Who, with a body fill'd, and vacant mind, That our French gallants shall to-day draw out,
Gets him to rest, crammid with distressful bread; And sheath for lack of sport : let us but blow on
Never sees horrid night, the child of hell;

them,
But, like a lackey, from the rise to set,

The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them.
Sweats in the eye of Phæbus, and all night "Tis positive 'guinst all exceptions, lerds,
Sleeps in Elysium; next day, after dawn,

That our supertuous Jackies, and our peasants,-
Doth rise, and help Hyperion + to his horse ; Who, in unnecessary action, swarm
And follows so the ever-running year

About our squares of battle, -were enough
With profitable labour, to his grave:

To purge this field of such a hilding • toe;
And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,

Though we, upon this mountain's basis by,
Winding up days with toil, and nights with sleep, Took stand for idle speculation :
Had the fore-hand and 'vantage of a king.

But that our honours must not. What's to say ?
The slave, a member of the country's peace, A very little little let us do,
Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots,

And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound
What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace, The tucket-sonuance +, and the note to mount:
Whose hours the peasant best advantages.

For our approach shall so much dare the field,

That England shall couch down in tear, and yield.
Enter ERPINGHAM.

Entor GRANDPRE.
Erp. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your ab-
sence,

Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of
Seek through your camp to find you.

France :
K. Hen. Good old knight,

Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones,
Collect them all together at my tent :

Ill-favour'dly becojne the morning tield :
I'll be there before thee.

Their ragged curtains : poorly are let loose,
Erp. I shall do't, my lord.

(Erit. And our air shakes them passing scorntully:
K. Hen. O God of battles! steel my soldiers' Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd host,
hearts1

And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps.
Possess them not with fear; take from them now Their horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks,
The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers With torch-staves in their hand; and their poor
Pluck their hearts from them |--Not to-day, O

jades
Lord,

Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and O not to-day, think not upon the fault

hips ; My father made in compassing the crown !

The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes : I Richard's body have interred new;

And in their pale.duil months the gimmal ( bit
And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears, Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionless;
Than from it issued forced drops of blood.

And their executors, the knavish crows,
Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,

Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour.
Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up Description cannot suit itself in words,
Toward beaven, to pardon blood ; and I have built To demonstrate the life of such a battle
Two chantries, where the sad solemn priests

In life so lifeless as it shews itself.
Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do: Con. They have said their prayers, and they stay
Though all that I can do, is nothing worth;

for death.
Since that my penitence comes after all,

Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh Imploring pardon.

suits,

And give their fasting horses provender,
Enter GLOSTER.

And after fight with them ?
Glo. My liege!

Con. I stay but for my guard ;-On, to the field ;
K. Hen. My brother Gloster's voice ?--Ay; I will the banner from a trumpet take,
I know thy errand, I will go with thee :-

And use it for my haste. Come, come away!
The day, my friends, and all things stay for me. The sun is high, and we outwear the day. (Éreunt.

(Exeunt.

SCENE II).-The English Camp.
SCENE II.-The French Camp.

Enter the English Host ; GLOSTER, BEDFORD, EXE-
Enter DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, RAMBURBS, and others. TER, SALISBURY, and WESTMORELAND.

Orl. The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords. Glo. Where is the king?
Dau. Montez a cheval :-My horse! Valei! Lac- Bed. The king himself is rode to view their battle.

West. Of fighting men they have full threescure
Orl. O brave spirit!

thousand. Dau. Fiat-les eaur et la terre

Ere. There's five to one; besides, they all are Orl. Rien puis ? L'air et le feut

fresh. Dau. Ciel! Cousin Orleans.

Sal. God's arm strike with us ! 'tis a fearful odds. Enter CONSTABLE.

God be wi' you, princes all ; I'll 10 my charge:

If we no more meet, till we meet in heaven, Now, my lord Constable !

Then, joyfully,-my noble lord of Bedford,-Con. Hark, how our steeds for present service My dear lord Gloster,-and my good lord Exeter.neinh.

And my kind kinsman,- warriors all, adieu! Dau. Mount them, and make incision in their Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck hides ;

go with thee ! That their hot blood may spin in English eyes, Ere. Farewell kind lord ; fight valiantly lo-diay : And dout ý them with supertiuous courage : Ha! And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, • Farced is stuffed. The tumid puffy titles with

For thou art framed of the firm truth of valour.
which a king's name is introduced.
+ The sun.

• Mean, despicable.
An old encouraging exclamation.
$ Do them out, extinguish them.

+ The name of an introductory Aourish on the trumpet. 1 Coiours.

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Bed. He is as fall of valour, as of kindness: May make a peaceful and a sweet retire Princely in both.

From off these tields, where (wretches) their poor West. O that we now had here

bodies

Must lie and fester.
Enter King HENRY.

K. Hen. Who hath sent thee now?
But one ten thousand of those men in England, Mont. The Constable of France.
That do no work to-day !

K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer K. Hen. What's he, that wishes so?

back; My cousin Westmoreland ?-No, my fair cousin : Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. If we are mark'd to die, we are enough

Good God! why should they mock poor fellows To do our country loss; and it to live,

thus? The fewer men, ihe greater share of honour.

The man that once did sell the lion's skin
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man wore. While the beast lived, was kill'd with hunting him.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold;

A many of our bodies shall, no doubt,
Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost ;

Find native graves; upon the which, I trust,
It yearns * me not, if men my garments wear; Shall witness live in brass of this day's work:
Sach outward things dwell not in my desires : Aud those that leave their valiant bones in France,
But, if it be a sin to covet honour,

I)ying like men, though buried in your dunghills, I am the most offending soul alive.

They shall be famed; for there the sun shall greet No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:

them, God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour, And draw their honours reeking np to heaven; As one man more, methinks, would share from me, | Learing their earthly parts to choke your clime, For the best hope I have. O, do not wisin one

The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France.

Mark then a bounding valour in our Englishi; Rather proclaimit, Westmoreland, through my host, That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing, That he, which hath no stomach to this tighi,

Break ont into a second course of mischief, Let him depart; his passport shall be made,

Killing in relapse of mortality: And crowns for convoy put into his purse :

Let me speak proudly ;-Tell the Constable, We would not die in thai nian's company,

We are but warriors for the working day' t; That fears his fellowship to die with us.

Our gayness, and our gilli, are all besmirci'd s This day is call'd-the feast of Crispian :

With rainy marching in the painful field; He, thut outlives this day, and comes safe hone, There's not a piece of feather in our host, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, (Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly,) And rouse him at the uame of Crispian.

And tine hath worn us into slovenry : He, that shall live this day, and see old age, But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim : Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends,

And niy poor soldiers tell me-yet ere night And say-to-morrow is Saint Crispian :

They'll be in fresher robes ; or they will pluck Then will he strip his sleeve, and shew his scars, The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day. And turn them out of service. If they do this, Old men forget : yet all shall be forgot,

(As, if God plouse, they shall, my ransome then But he'll remember, with advantages,

Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour; What feats he did that day : Then shall onr names,

Come thou no inore for ransome, gentle herald; Familiar in our mouths as household words,

They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints : Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,

Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,- Shall yield thein little, tell the Constable. Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd:

Mont. I shall, king Harry, and so fare thee well: This story shall the good man teach his son;

Thou never shalt hear herald any more. (Erit. And Cripin Crispian shall ne'er go by,

K. Hen. I fear, thou’lt once more come again for From this day to the ending of the world,

ransome. But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;

Enter the Duke of York. For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me,

York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,

The leading of the vaward l. This day shall gentle his condition t;

K. Hen. Take it, brave York.-Now, soldiers, And gentlemen in England, now a-bed,

march away : Shall think themselves accursed, they were not And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day! here;

(Exeunt. And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, That fought with us upon St. Crispin's day.

SCENE IV.-The l'ield of Batlle.
Enter SALISBURY.

Alarums; Excursions.--Enter FX ENCH SOLDIER,
Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with

PISTOL, and Boy.
speed :

Pist. Yield, cur.
The French are bravely t in their battles set,

Fr. Sol. Je pense, que rous estes le gentilhomme
And will with all expedience charge on us.

de bonne qualité. K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds be so. Pist. Quality, call you me?-Construe me, art West. Perislı the man, whose mind is backward thou a gentleman? What is thy name? Discuss. now!

Fr Sol. O Seigneur Dieu ! K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from Eng. Pist. 0, Signjeur Dew should be a gentleman :land, cousin ?

Perpend my words, 0 Signieur Dew, and mark ;West. God's will, my liege, 'would you and I O Signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox , alone,

Except, o Signieur, thou do give to me Without more help, might fight this battle out! Egregious ransome.

K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five thou- Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde! Ayez pitié de Which likes me better, than to wish us one.,

Pisl. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty moys; You know your places : God be with you all! For I will fetch thy rim ** out at thy throat,

In drops of crimson blood.
Tucket.-Enter MONTJOY.

Fr. Sol. Est il impossible d'eschapper la force de
Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, king ton brass ?
If for thy ransome thou wilt now compound,

Pist. Brass, cor!

Thou damned and luxurious H, mountain goat, Before thy most assured overthrow:

Offer'st me brass?
For, certainly, thou art so near the golph,
Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy,

Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy!
The Constable desires thee-thou wilt mind || • i. e. In brazen plates anciently let into tomb-
Thy followers of repentance; that their souls stones. + We are soldiers but coarsely dressed.

1 Golden show, and superficial giling.
5 Soiled.

|| Vanguard.
tle. This day shall advance him to the rank of An old cant word for a sword, so called from

a famous sword-cutler of the name of Fox. $ Expedition. ! Remind. ** The diaphragm.

+ Lascivious.

sand men;

moy !

Harry,

• Grieves.

a gentleman.

Gallantly.

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