Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot,

But they'll remember, with advantages,
The English Camp.

What feats they did that day: Then shall our Enter Gloster, Bedford, E.ceter, Erpingham, with

names, all the English Host; Salisbury,undWestmoreland. 5 Familiar in their mouth as houshold words, Glo. Where is the king?

(Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter, Bed. The king himself is rode to view their Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,-battle.

Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd: West. Of fighting men they have full threescoreThis story shall the good man teach his son; thousand,

[fresh. 10 And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, Ere. There's five to one; besides, they all are from this day to the ending of the world,

Sal. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds. But we in it shall be remembered: God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge: We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; If we no more meet, 'till we meet in heaven, For he to-day that sheds his blood with one, Then joyfully,-my noble lord of Bedford, 15 Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, Mydear lordGloster-and my good lordExeter, This day shall gentle his condition?: And my kind kinsman,--warriors all, adieu! And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Bed. Farewel, good Salisbury; and good luck! Shallthink themselves accursed, theywere not here; go with thee!

1 And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, Exe. to Sal. Farewell, kind lord ! fight valiantly|20|That fought with us upon saini Crispin's day. to-day:

Enter Salisbury. And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it, Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself witła For thou are fram'd of the firm truth of valour. I

speed: (Erit Salisbury. The French are 'bravely in their battles set, Bed. He is as full of valour as of kindness; 25 And will with all expedience * charge on us. Princely in both.

K. Henry. All things are ready, if our minds Enter King Henry.

be so. . West. O, that we now had here

West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward But one ten thousand of those men in England,

now! That do no work to-day !

K. Henry. Thou dost not wish more help from K. Henry. What's he, that wishes so ?

England, cousin! My cousin Westmoreland ?-No, my fair cousin : West. God's will, my liege, would you and I If we are mark'd to die, we are enough

alone, To do our country loss; and if to live,

Without more help, might fight this battle out! The fewer men, the greater share of honour. 35 K. Henry. Why, now thou hast unwish'd tive God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.

thousand men; By Jove, I am not covetous for gold;

Which likes me better, than to wish us one. Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;

You know your places: God be with you all! It yearns me not, if men my garments wear;

Tucket. Enter Montjoy. Such outward things dwell not in my desires: 40 Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, But, if it be a sin to covet honour,

king Harry, I am the most offending soul alive.

IIIf for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, No,'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: | (Before thy most assured over-throw: God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour, For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf, As one man more, methinks, would share from me, 45 Thou needs inust be englutted. Besides, in niercy, For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more: The Constable desires thee-thou wilt mind Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my Thy followers of repentance; that their souls That he which hath no stomach to this fight, [host, May inake a peaceful and a sweet retire Let him depart; his passport shall be made, From off these fields, where (wretches) their poor And crowns for convoy put into his purse:

bodies We would not die in that man's company,

Must lie and fester. That fears his fellowship to die with us.

K. Henry. Who hath sent thee vow? This day is called the feast of Crispian:'

Mont. The Constable of France. He, that out-lives this day, and comes safe home, K. Henry. I pray thee, bear my former answer Will stand a-tip-toe when this day is nam'd, 551 back; And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

Bid them atchieve me, and then sell my bones. He, that shall live this day, and see old age, Good God! why should they mock poor fellows Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends,

thus? And say-To-morrow is saint Crispian:

The man, that once did sell the lion's skin Then will he strip his sleeve, and shew his scars. 160/While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him.

The battle of Agincourt was fought upon the 25th of October, St. Crispin's day. ?j. e. this day shall advance him to the rank of a gentleman. i. e. splendidly, ostentatiously. * i.e. expedition. Mm 2

A many

A many of our bodies shall, no doubt, i Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu !
Find native graves; upon the which, I trust, | Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a gentleman:-
Shall witness live in brass of this day's work: Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and mark;
And those that leave their valiant bones in France, O signieur Dew, thuu dy'st on point of fox',
Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills, 5 Except, O signieur, thou do give to me
They shall be fam'd: for there the sun shall greet Egregious ransom.

Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde! ayrz pitié de
And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; moy!
Leaving their earthly parts to choak your clime, Pist. Movshall not serve, I will have forty moys;
The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France. 10 For I will fetch thy rint out at thy throat,
Mark then a bounding valour in our English; In drops of crimson blood.
That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing, Fr. Sol. Est-il impossible d'eschapper la force
Breaks out into a second course of mischief, de ton bras?
Killing in relapse of mortality'.

Pist. Brass, cur!
Let me speak proudly; Tell the Constable, 15 Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat,
We are but warriors for the working-day:

Otter'st me brass?
Our gayness, and our gilt?, are all besmirch'd Fr. Sol, 0, pardonnez moi !
With rainy marching in the painful field;

Pist. Say'st thou me so: is that a ton of moys"? There's not a piece of feather in our host,

Come hither, boy; Ask me this slave in French, (Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly) 20 What is his name. And time hath worn us into slovenry:

Boy. Escoutez; Comment estos tous appellé ? But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim :

Fr. Sol. Monsieur le fer. And my poor soldiers tell me-vet ere night

Boy. Ite says, his nameis-master Fer. They'll be in fresher robes; or they will pluck Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer hins, and firk him, The gay new coats o'er the French Soldiers' heads,23 and ferret him;-discuss the same in French unto And turn them out of service. If they do this, 1 him. (As, if God please, they shall) my ransom then 1. Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and Will soon be levy'd. Herald, save thy labour; ferret, and firk. Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald; Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat. They shall have none, I swear, but these my 30 Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur? joints:

Boy. Il me communde de tous dire que vous Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them, lrous tenies prest; car ce soldat icy est disposé Shall yield them little, tell the Constable.

Itout à cette heure de couper vostre gorge. Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare theel Pist. Quy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant,

(35!Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns; Thou never shalt hear herald any more. [Erit. Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword. K. Henry. I fear, thou'lt once more come again Fr.Sol. 0, je vous supplie, pour l'amour de Dicu, for ransom.

me pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maiEnter the Duke of York.

son; gardez ma rie, je rous donneray deur York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg|40 Pist. What are his words? [cents escus. The leading of the vaward.

| Boy. He prays you to save his lite: he is a K. Henry. Take it, brave York.-Now, sol- gentleman of a good house; and, for his ransom, diers, march away :

The will give you two hundred crowns. And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day! Pist. Tell him,-my fury shall abate, and I

Exeunt. 45 The crowns will take.' . SCEN E IV.

| Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il ?

Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de The Field of Battle.

| pardonner aucun prisonnier; neantmoins, pour Alarum, excursions. Enter Pistol, French Sol- lles escus que vous l'avez promettez, il est content dier, and Boy.

150 de vous donner la liberté, le franchisement. Pist. Yield, cur.

I Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux je vous donne mille Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme remercimens: & je m'estime heureux que je suis de bonne qualité.

I tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le Pisit. Quality, call you mes_Construeme, art plus brave, Taliant, & tres distingué seigneur thou a gentleman? What is thy name? discuss. 1551 Pist. Expound unto me, boy. [d'Angleterre.


i Mr. Steevens observes, that by this phrase, however uncouth, Shakspeare seems to mean the same as in the preceding line. Mortality is death. Relapse may be used for rebound. Shakspeare has given mind of honour, for honourable mind; and by the same rule might write relapse of mortalitu. for tatal or mortal rebound; or by relapse of mortality; he may mean-after they had relapsed inió inanimation. • *i. e. golden show, superficial gilding. Obsolete. For is an old cant word for a sword. 4 The rim means what is now called the diaphragm in human creatures, and the skirt or midriff'in beasts. Moys is a piece of money; whence moi d'or, or moi of gold. To firk is used in a variety of senses by different old authors: in this place it would seem to mean, to chastise.



Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand! Exe. The duke of York commends him to your thanks; and esteemis himself happy that he hath

majesty. fallen into the hands of one (as he thinks), the K.Henry. Lives he, good uncle? Thrice, within most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy siynieur

this hour, of Englalıd.

5 I saw hiin down; thrice up again, and fighting; Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy shew. From helmet to the spur, all blood he was. Follow me, cur.

| Ere. In which array (brave soldier) doth he lie, Boy. Suitcz vous le grand capituine.

Larding the plain : and by his bloody side Ent, Pistol, and French Soldier. (Yoah-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,) I did never know so full a voice issue from so 10 The noble carl of Suffolk also lies. empty a heart: but the saying is true, The Suffolk tirst (ly'd : and York, all haggled over, enipty vesselmahes the greatest sound. Bardolph, Comes to him, where in gore lie lay insteep'd, and Nym, had ten times more valour than this! And takes hin by the beard; kisses the gashes, ruaring devil' i' the old play, that every one may That bloodily did yawn upon his face; pare bis nails with a wooden dagger; yet they are 15 And cries aloud,—Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk ! both hang'd; and so would this be, it he durse! Jully soul shall thine keep company to heaven: steal any thing advent'rously. I must stay with Turry, szucet soul, for mine, ihen fly u-breast ; the lacqueys, with che luggage of our camp: the As, in this glorious and well-foughten field, French might have a good prey of us, if he knew! We kept together in our chivulry. of it; for there is none to guard it, but boys. 2010 pon these words I came, and cheer'd him up :

TExit. He snilld me in the face, raught me in his hand, SCENE V.

And, with a feeble gripe, says,-Dear my lord,

Commend my service to my sovereign.
Another part of the field of Butlle.

So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck Enter Co:stable, Orleans, Bourbon, Dauphin, 25 He threw his wounded arın, and kiss'd his lips; and Rambures.

And so, espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd Con. O diable !

[perdu! A testament of noble-ending love. Ori. O seigneur le jour est perdu, tout est The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd

Dau, Mort de ma vie ! all is confounded, all! Those waters froin me, which I would havestopp'd: Reproach and everlasting shame

30 But I had not so much of man in me, Sits moching in our plumes. [A short alarm. But all my inother came into mine eyes, O muschante fortune !-Do not run away.

And gave me up to tears. Con. Why, all our ranks are broke.

1. K. Henry. I blame you not; Dau.O perdurabie shame!-let'sstab ourselves. For, hearing this, I must perforce compound Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for? 35/With mistfuleyes, or they will issuetoo.--[ Alarum.

Ort. Is this the king we sent to for bis ransom; But, hark! what new alarum is this same? Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd men: sliame!

Then every soldier kill his prisoners; Let us die instant:-Once more back again; Give the word through.

[Exeunt. And he that will not follow Bourbon now,

SCENE VII. Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand,

I lAlarums continued; after which, enter Fluéllen Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door, Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog,

and Gower, His fairest daughter is contaminated.

| Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis ex. Con.Disorder, that hathspoiledus, friendus now! 45 pressly against the law of armis : 'tis as arrant a Letus, in heaps, go offer up our lives

lpiece of knavery, mark you now, as can be ofUnto these English, or else die with fame.

ler'd, in the 'orld: In your conscience now, is it Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field,

not? To smother up the English in our throngs,

Goa. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive: If any order might be thought upon. [throng;150 and the cowardly rascals, that ran away from the

Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the battle, have done this slaughter: besides, they have Lei life be short; else shame will be too long. I buru'd or carried away all that was in the king's

Ereunt. ltent; wherefore the king, most worthily, has - SCENE VI.

I caus'd every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat.

..,550, 'tis a gallant king! Alarum. Enter bing Henry and his Train, with! Flu. I, he was porn at Manmouth, captain Prisoners.

| Gower: What call you the town's name, where K. Henry. Well have we done, thrice-valiant Alexander the pig was born? couptrymen :

1 Gow. Alexander the Great. But all's not done, yet keep the French the field. 601 Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great the

'Dr. Johnson on this passage observes, that in modern puppet-shows, which seem to be copied from the old farces, Punch sometimes tights the Devil, and always overcomes him. I suppose the l'ice of the old farce, to whom Punch succeeds, used to fight the Devil with a wooden daggeri Perdurable Dieaus lastig.

pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or That I have find these bones of mine for ransom?
The magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the Com'st thou again for ransom?
phrase is a little variations.

Mont. No, great king:
Gow. I think, Alexander the Great was born I come to thee for charitable licence,
in Macedon; his father was called Philip of 5 That we may wander o'er the bloody field,
Macedon, as I take it.

To book our dead, and then to bury thein ; Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where Alex- To sort our nobles from our common men; ander is porn. I tell you, captain, If you look! For many of our princes (woe the while !) in the inaps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary: blood: in the comparisons between Macedon and Mon-id so do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs mouth, that the situations, look you, is both alike. In blood of princes; while their wounded steeds There is a river in Macedon: and there is also, Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild rage, inoreover, a river at Monmouth: it is callid Wye, Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters, at Monmouth; but it is out of my prains, what is Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king, the name of the other river; but 'tis all orie, 'tis 15 To view the field in safety, and dispose so like as my fingers is to my fingers, and there of their dead bodies. is salmons in both. If you mark Alexander's life K. Henry. I tell thee truly, herald, well, Harry of Monmouth's life is come after it I know not, if the day be ours, or no; indifferent well; for there is figures in all things. For yet a many of your horsemen peer, Alexander (Got knows, and you know) in bis 20 And gallop o'er the field. rages, and his furies, and his wraths, and his cho. Mont. The day is yours. lers, and his moods, and his displeasures, and his | K. Henry. Praised be God, and not our strength, indignations, and also being a little intoxicates in

for it! his prains, did, in his ales and his angers, look What is this castle calld, that stands hard by? you, kill his pest friend Clytus.

1251 Mont. They call it-Agincourt. . [court, Gow. Our king is not like him in that; hel

K. Henry. Then call we this--the field of Aginnever kill'd any of his friends.

Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus. Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to takel Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't the tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end please your majesty, and your great-uncle Edward and finish'd. I speak but in figures and compa- 30 the plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the risons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clya chronicles, fought a nost prave pattle here in tus, being in his ales and his cups; so also Harryl France. Monmouth, being in his right wits and his goot | K. Henry. They did, I'luellen. judgments, is turn away the fat knight with the Fiu, Your majesty says very true: If your magreat pelly-doublet: he was full of jests, and 35ljesties is remember'd of it, the Welchmen did goot gypes, and knaveries, and mocks; I am forget his service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing naine.

leeks in their Monmouth caps; which, your maGow. Sir John Falstaff,

ljesty knows, to this hour is an honourable padge Flu. That is he: I tell you, there is goot men of the service: and, I do believe, your majesty porn at Monmouth.

40 takes no scorn to wear the leek upon saint Tary's Gow. Ilere comes his majesty.


IK. Henry. I wear it for a memorable honour: Alarum. Enter King Henry, Wuruick, Gloster,

" For I am Welch, you know, good countryman. Exeter, qc. Flourish.

| Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your ' X. Henry. I was not angry since I came to 45 majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell France,

you that: Got pless and preserve it, as long as it Until this instant.-- Take a trumpet, herald; pleases his grace and his inajesty too! Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill: I K. Henry. Thanks,good my countryman. If they will fight with us, bid them come down, Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's country. Or void the field; they do offend our sight: 150 man, I care not who know it; I will confess it If they'll cio neither, we will come to them; I to all the 'orld: I need not be ashamed of your And make them skir' away, as swift as stones Ilmajesty, praised be Got, so long as your majesty Enforced from the old Assyrian slings:

is an honest man.. Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we haye; K. Llenry. God keep me so!-Qurheralds go And not a man of them, that we shall take, 155

with him; Shall taste our mercy :-Go, and tell them so.

Enter Williams.
Enter Montjoy.

Bring ine just notice of the numbers dead Exc. Here comes the herald of the French, myl On both our parts.---Call yonder fellow hither. liege.

[Exeunt Montjoy and others, Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us’d to be. 60 Ere. Soldier, you inust come to the king. X. Henry. Ilow now! what means their heraldi k llenry. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove Know'st thou not,

I liu thy cap?

See note ', p. 384. ? Mercenary here means common or hired blood. The gentlemen of the army served at their own charge, in consequence of their tenures,

Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of Some sudden mischief may arise of it; one that I should fight withal, if he be alive. For I do know Fluellen valiant, K. Henry. An Englishman?

Jand, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder, ? Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, thail And quickly he'll return an injury : swaggered with me last night: who, if 'a live, and 5 Follow, and see there be no harın between them, it ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn Go you with me, uncle of Exeter. (Exeunt. to take him a box o'the ear; or, if I can see my

- SCENE VIII. glove in his cap (which, he swore, as he was al soldier, he would wear, it alive) I will strike it out

Before King Henry's Pavillion. soundly.


Enter Gower and Williams. K. Henry. What think you, captain Fluellenil ! Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain. is it fit this soldier keep his oath?

Enter Fluellen. Flu. He is a craven and a villain else, an't please Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I peyour majesty, in my conscience.

Jseech you now, come apace to the king: there is K. Hinry. It may be, bis enemy is a gentleman 15inore goot toward you, paradventure, than is in of great sort', quite from the answer of his de- your knovledge to dream of. gree.

| Will. Sir, know you this glove? Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the Flu. Know the glove? I know, the glove is a tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is ne. glove. cessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and 20 Will. I know this, and thus I challenge it. his oath: if he be perjur'd, see you now, his re.

[Strikes him. putation is as arrant a villain, and a jack-sauce, as Flu. 'Sblud, an arrant traitor, as any's in the ever his plack shoe trod upon Got's ground and universal'orld, or in France, or in England. his earth, in my conscience, la.

Gow. How now, sir? you villain ! K. Henry. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when25 Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn? thou meet'st the fellow,

Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give pill. So I will, my liege, as I live,

treason his payment into plows', I warrant you. K. Henry. Who servest thou under ?

Will. I am no traitor. Will. Coder Captain Gower, my liege.

Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.-I charge you fiu. Gower is a goot captain; and is goot 30 in his majesty's name, apprehend him; he's a knowledge and literature in the wars.

liriend of the duke Alençon's. K. Henry. Call hiin hither to me, soldier.

Enter Warwick, and Gloster. Hill. I will, my liege.

[Erit. War. How now, how now! what's the matter? K. Henry. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this fa- Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be Tour for me, and stick it in thy cap: When Alen-35 Got for it) a most contagious treason come to light, con and inyself were down together, I pluck'd this look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. glove from his helm: if any man chalienge this, he Here is his majesty. is a friend to Alençon, and an enemy to our per-| I Enter King Henry, and Exeter. son; if thou encounter any such, apprehend him, X. Henry. How now! what's the matter? as thou dost love me.

Tol Flu. My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as that, look your grace, has struck the glove which can be desire:t in the hearts of his subj. cts: I would your majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon. tain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall | Wi.l. My liege, this is my glove; here is the tind himself aggriet'd at this glove, that is all; but fellow of it: and he, that I give it to in change, I would tain see it once; an please Got of hisgrace, 45 promis'd to wear it in his cap; I promis'doto that I might see it.

Istrike him, if he did: I met this man with my K. Henry. Know'st thou Gower?

Iglove in his cap, and I have been as good as my Fiu. He is my dear triend, an please you.

K. Henry. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring | Flu. Your majesty hear now, (saving your mahim to my tent.

70 jesty's manhood) what anarrant,rascally, peggarly, Fin. I will fetch him.

. [Exit.l llowsy knave it is: I hope, your majesty is pear me K. Henry. My lord of Warwick, -and my bro-1 testimonies, and witnesses, and avouchments, that ther Gloster,-

This is the glove of Alençon, that your majesty is Follow Fluellen closely at the heels:

give ine, in your conscience now. The glove, which I have given him for a favour, 55 K. Henry. Give me thy* glove, soldier; Look, Mav, haply, purchase him a box o' the ear: T here is the fellow of it. . 'Twas 1, indeed, thou k is the soldier's; 1, by bargain, should

Ipromisedst to strike; and thou hast given me most Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick: Bitter terms. If that the soldier strike him, (as, I judge

Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck ah. By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word) !601swer for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld.


'High rank. : Meaning, a man of such station as is not bound to hazard his person to answer to a challenge from one of the soldier's low degree. The Revisal reads, very plausibly, “ in two plows." The quarto reads, I will give treason his due presently. “It must be, give me my glove; for of the soldier's glove the king had not the fellow.

K. Henry.

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