Con. Tut! I have the best armour of the world. Orl. You have an excellent armour; but let horse have his due. my Con. It is the best horse of Europe. Orl. You are as well provided of both, as any prince in the world. Dau. What a long night is this!- -I will not change my horse with any that treads but on four pasterns. Ca, ha! He bounds from the earth, as if his entrails were hairs; le cheval volant, the Pegasus, qui a les narines de feu! When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes. Orl. He's of the colour of the nutmeg. Dau. And of the heat of the ginger. It is a beast for Perseus: he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness, while his rider mounts him: he is, indeed, a horse; and all other jades you may call-beasts. Con. Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and excellent horse. Dau. It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. Orl. No more, cousin. Dau. Nay, the man hath no wit, that cannot, from the rising of the lark to the lodging of the lamb, vary deserved praise on my palfrey: it is a theme as fluent as the sea; turn the sands into eloquent tongues, and myhorse is argument for them ali: 'us a subject for a sovereign to reason on, and for a Sovereign's sovereign to ride on; and for the world (familiar to us, and unknown,) to lay apart their particular functions, and wonder at him. I once writ a sonnet in his praise, and began thus: Wonder of nature, Orl. I have heard a sonnet begin so to one's mistress. Dan. Then did they imitate that which I composed to my courser; for my horse is: my mistress. Orl. Your mistress bears well. Dau. Me well; which is the prescript praise and Dau. So, perhaps, did yours. Dau. O! then, belike, she was old and gentle; and you rude, like a kernet of Ireland, your French hose off, and in your strait trossers t Con. You have good judgment in horsemanship. Dau. Be warn'd by me then; they that ride so, and ride not warily, fall into foul bogs; I had rather have my horse to my mistress. Con. I had as lief have my mistress a jade. Dau. I tell thee, constable, my mistress wears her own hair. Con, I could make as true a boast as that, if I had a sow to my mistress. Dax. That may be, for you bear a many superfluously; and 'twere more honour, some were away. Con. Even as your horse bears your praises; who would trot as well, were some of your brags dismounted. Dau. 'Would, I were able to load him with his desert! Will it never be day? I will trot to-morrow a mile, and my way shall be paved with English faces. Con. I will not say so, for fear I should be faced out of my way but I would it were morning, for I would fain be about the ears of the English. Ram. Who will go to haza:d with me for twenty English prisoners? Con. You must first go yourself to hazard, ere you have them. [Exit. Dau. 'Tis midnight, I'll go arm myself. Orl. He is, simply the most active gentleman of Con. Doing is activity: and he will still be doing. Ori. I know him to be valiant. Con. I was told that, by one that knows him better than you. Orl. What's he? Con. Marry, he told me so himself; and he said, he cared not who knew it. Orl. He needs not, it is no hidden virtue in him. Con. By my faith, Sir, but it is; never any body saw it, but his lackey: 'tis a hooded valour; and, when it appears, it will bate. Orl. Ill will never said well. Con. I will cap that proverb with-There is flattery in friendship. Örl. And I will take up that with-Give the devil his due. Con. Well placed; there stands your friend for the devil: have at the very eye of that proverb, with-A pox of the devil. Orl. You are the better at proverbs, by how Orl. 'Tis not the first time you were overshot. Mess. My lord high constable, the English lie Con. A valiant and most expert gentleman.Would it were day!-Alas, poor Harry of England! He longs not for the dawning as we do. Orl. What a wretched and peevish fellow is this king of England, to mope with his fat-brain'd followers so far out of his knowledge! Con. If the English had any apprehension, they would run away. Orl. That they lack; for if their heads had any intellectual armour, they could never wear such heavy head-pieces. Ram. That island of England breeds very valiant creatures; their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage. Orl. Foolish curs! that run winking into the mouth of a Russian bear, and have their heads crush'd like rotten apples: you may as well say, Dau. Le chien est retournè à son propre vomisse--that's a valiant flea, that dare eat his breakfast ment, et la truie lavée au bourbier: thou makest use oi any thing. Con. Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress; or any such proverb, so little kin to the purpose. Ram. My lord constable, the armour, that I saw in your tent to-night, are those stars, or suns, upon it? Con. Stars, my lord. Dau. Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope. on the lip of a lion. Con. Just, just; and the men do sympathize with the mastiffs, in robustious and rough coming on, leaving their wits with their wives: and then give them great meals of beef, and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves, and fight like devils. Orl. Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of beef. Con. Then we shall find to-morrow-they have * An equivoque in terms in falconry: he means, and when it appears it will fall off. Alluding to the bounding of tennis-balls, which his valour is hid from every body but his lackey, were stuffed with hair. + Soldier. Trowsers. + Foolish. Chor. Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, The secret whispers of each other's watch; The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, So tediously away. The poor condemned English," Sit patiently, and inly ruminate The morning's danger; and their gesture sad, So many horrid ghosts. O, now, who will behold His liberal eye doth give to every one, [Exit. SCENE 1.-The English Camp at Agincourt. The greater therefore should our courage be.- Erp. Not so, my liege; this lodging likes me better, Since I may say-now lie I like a king. K. Hen. Tis good for men to love their present pains, Upon example; so the spirit is eased: [Exeunt Gloster and Bedford. Erp. Shall I attend your grace? K. Hen. No, my good knight; Go with my brothers to my lords of England: I and my bosom must debate awhile, And then I would no other company. Erp. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry! [Exit. Erpingham. K. Hen. God-a-mercy, old heart! thou speak'st cheerfully. Pist. Qui va là? Enter PISTOL. K. Hen. A friend. Pist. Discuss unto me; art thou officer? Or art thou base, common, and popular? K. Hen. I am a gentleman of a company. Pist. Trail'st thou the puissant pike? K. Hen. Even so: What are you? Pist. As good a gentleman as the emperor. K. Hen. Then you are better than the king. Pist. The king's a bawcock, and a heart of gold, A lad of life, an impĮ of fame; Of parents good, of fist most valiant : I kiss his dirty shoe, and from my heart-strings Pist. Le Roy! A Cornish name: Art thou of Cornish crew? K. Hen. No, I am a Welshman. Pist. Knowest thou Fluellen ? K. Hen. Yes. Pist. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate, Upon Saint Davy's day. K. Hen. Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, lest he knock that about yours. Pist. Art thou his friend? K. Hen. And his kinsman too. K. Hen. I thank you: God be with you! [Erit. Flu. So in the name of Cheshu Christ, speak lower. It is the greatest admiration in the univer sal 'orld, when the true and auncient prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not kept: if you would but take the pains to examine the wars of Pompey the Great, you shall find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle taddle, or pibble pabble, in Pompey's camp; I warrant you, you shall find the ceremonies of the wars, and the cares of it, and the forms of it, and the sobriety of it, and the modesty of it, to be otherwise. Gow. Why, the enemy is loud; you heard him all night. Flu. If the enemy is an ass and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an ass, and a fool, and a prating coxcomb; in your own conscience now? Gow. I will speak lower. Flu. I pray you, and beseech you, that you will. [Exeunt Gower and Fluellen. K. Hen. Though it appear a little out of fashion, There is much care and valour in this Welshman. Enter BATES, COURT, and WILLIAMS. Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the morn ing which breaks yonder? Bates. I think it be: but we have no great cause to desire the approach of day. Will. We see yonder the beginning of the day, • Slough is the skin which serpents annually Son throw off. ↑ Lightness, nimbleness. but, I think, we shall never see the end of it.Who goes there? K. Hen. A friend. Will. Under what captain serve you? estate ? K. Hen. Even as men wreck'd upon a sand, that look to be wash'd off the next tide: Bates. He hath not told his thought to the king? K. Hen. No; nor it is not meet he should. For, though I speak it to you, I think the king is but a man, as I am: the violet smells to him, as it doth to me; the element shews to him as it doth to me; all his senses have but human conditions: his ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and though his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing; therefore, when he sees reason of fears, as we do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish as ours are: yet, in reason, no man should possess him with any appearance of fear, lest he, by shewing it, should dishearten his army. Bates. He may shew what outward courage he will: but, I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could wish himself in the Thames up to the neck; and So I would he were, and I by him, at all adventures, so we were quit here. K. Hen. By my troth, I will speak my conscience of the king; I think, he would not wish himself any where but where he is. Bates. Then, would he were here alone; so should he be sure to be ransomed, and a many poor men's lives saved. K. Hen. I dare say, you love him not so ill, to wish him here alone; howsoever, you speak this, to feel other men's minds: methinks I could not die any where so contented, as in the king's company; his cause being just, and his quarrel honourable. Will. That's more than we know. Bates. Ay, or more than we should seek after; for we know enough, if we know we are the king's subjects: if his cause be wrong, our obedience to the king wipes the crime of it out of us. Will. But, if the cause be not good, the king bimself hath a heavy reckoning to make: when all those legs, and arms, and heads, chopp'd off in a battle, shall join together at the latter day t, and cry all-We died at such a place; some, swearing; Some, crying for a surgeon; some, upon their wives left poor behind them; some, upon the debts they owe; some, upon their children rawly left. I am afeard there are few die well, that die in battle; for how can they charitably dispose of any thing, when blood is their argument? Now, if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for the king that led them to it; whom to disobey, were against all proportion of subjection. K. Hen. So, if a son, that is by his father sent about merchandise, do sinfully miscarry upon the sea, the imputation of his wickedness, by your rule, should be imposed upon his father that sent him: or if a servant, under his master's command, transporting a sum of money, be assail'd by robbers, and die in many irreconciled iniquities, you may call the business of the master the author of the servant's damnation:-But this is not so: the king is not bound to answer the particular endings of his soldiers, the father of his son, nor the master of his servant; for they purpose not their death, when they purpose their services. Besides, there is no king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to the arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all unspotted soldiers. Some, peradventure, have on them the guilt of premeditated and contrived murder; some, of beguiling virgins with the broken seals of perjury; some, making the wars their bulwark, that have before gored the gentle bosom of peace with pillage and robbery. Now, if these men have defeated the law, and outrun native punishment, though they can outstrip men, they have nowings to fly from God: war is his beadle, war is his vengeance; so that here men are punish'd, for before-breach of the king's laws, in now the king's quarrel where they fear'd the death, they have borne life away; and where they would be safe, they perish; then if they die unprovided, no Qualities. The last day, the day of Judgment. Suddenly. 9. c. Punishment in their native country. more is the king guilty of their damnation, than he was before guilty of those impieties for which they are now visited. Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is bis own. Therefore should every soldier in the wars do as every sick man in his bed, wash every mote out of his conscience; and dying so, death is to him advantage: such preparation was gained and in him that or not dying, the time was blessedly lost, wherein so free an offer, he let him outlive that day to see escapes, it were not sin to think, that making God his greatness, and to teach others how they should prepare. ill is upon his own head, the king is not to answer Will. Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the Bates. I do not desire he should answer for me; and yet I determine to fight lustily for him. for it. K. Hen. I myself heard the king say, he would not be ransomed. Will. Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheerfully; but, when our throats are cut, he may be ransomed, and we ne'er the wiser. K. Hen, If I live to see it, I will never trust his word after. Will. 'Mass, you'll pay him then! That's a perilous shot out of an elder gun, that a poor and private displeasure can do against a monarch! You may as well go about to turn the sun to ice, with fanning in his face with a peacock's feather. You'll never trust his word after! Come, 'tis a foolish saying. K. Hen. Your reproof is something too round +; I should be angry with you if the time were conve nient. Will. Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live. Will. How shall I know thee again? K. Hen. Give me any guage of thine, and I will wear it in my bonnet: then, if ever thou darest acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel. Will. Here's my glove; give me another of thine. Will. This will I also wear in my cap: if ever thou come to me and say, after to-morrow, This is my glove, by this hand, I will take thee a box on the ear. it. K. Hen. If ever I live to see it, I will challenge Will. Thou darest as well be hang'd. K. Hen. Well, I will do it, though I take thee in the king's company. Will. Keep thy word: fare thee well. Bates. Be friends, you English fools, be friends; we have French quarrels enough, if you could tell how to reckon. K. Hen. Indeed, the French may lay twenty And what have kings, that privates have not too, Art thou aught else but place, degree, and forın, What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, Will it give place to flexure and low bending? Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's knee, Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave; Possess them not with fear; take from them now O not to-day, think not upon the fault Ram. What, will you have them weep our horses' blood? How shail we then behold their natural tears? Mess. The English are embattled, you French peers. Con. To horse, you gallant princes! Straight to horse! Do but behold yon poor and starved band, The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips; The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes: Con. They have said their prayers, and they stay for death. Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh suits, And give their fasting horses provender, Con. I stay but for my guard;-On, to the field; Enter the ENGLISH Host; GLOSTER, BEDFORD, EXE- Bed. The king himself is rode to view their battle. West. Of fighting men they have full threescore thousand. Exe. There's five to one; besides, they all are fresh. Sal. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds. God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge: If we no more meet, till we meet in heaven, Then, joyfully,-my noble lord of Bedford,My dear lord Gloster,-and my good lord Exeter.And my kind kinsman,-warriors all, adieu ! Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck go with thee! Ere. Farewell kind lord; fight valiantly to-day: Mean, despicable. trumpet. Colours. Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness: Princely in both. West. O that we now had here Enter King HENRY. But one ten thousand of those men in England, K. Hen. What's he, that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland?—No, my fair cousin : To do our country loss; and if to live, God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. I am the most offending soul alive. No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour, As one man more, methinks, would share from me, For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more: Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, Shall think themselves accursed, they were not here; And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, That fought with us upon St. Crispin's day. Must lie and fester. K. Hen. Who hath sent thee now? K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer back; Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. Good God! why should they mock poor fellows thus? The man that once did sell the lion's skin them, And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; Let me speak proudly;-Tell the Constable, Mont. I shall, king Harry, and so fare thee well: Thou never shalt hear herald any more. [Exit. K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again for Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme de bonne qualité. Pist. Quality, call you me?-Construe me, art thou a gentleman? What is thy name? Discuss. Fr Sol. O Seigneur Dieu! Pist. O, Signieur Dew should be a gentleman :Perpend my words, O Signieur Dew, and mark ; IO Signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox ¶, Except, O Signieur, thou do give to me moy! Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde! Ayez pitié de Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty moys; For I will fetch thy rim * out at thy throat, In drops of crimson blood. Fr. Sol. Est il impossible d'eschapper la force de Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, king ton brass? Harry, If for thy ransome thou wilt now compound, Before thy most assured overthrow: Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy, • Grieves. ti.e. This day shall advance him to the rank of a gentleman. Gallantly. Pist. Brass, cur! Thou damned and luxurious H, mountain goat, Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy! • i. e. In brazen plates anciently let into tombstones. + We are soldiers but coarsely dressed. Golden show, and superficial gilding. Soiled. Vanguard. An old cant word for a sword, so called from a famous sword-cutler of the name of Fox. *The diaphragm. #Lascivious. |