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

K. Hen. Then call we this the field of Agincourt,

Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.

Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't please your majesty, and your great-uncle Edward the Plack Prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in France.

K. Hen. They did, Fluellen.

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F. Your majesty says very true if your majesties is remembered of it, the Welshmen did good service in a garden where leeks did TOW, wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps; which, your majesty know, to this hour is an honorable badge of the service; and I do beheve your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leck upon Saint Tavy's day.

K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honor; For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman. Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that: God pless it and preserve it, as long as it pleases his grace, and his maj

esty too!

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K. Hen. An Englishman? Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal that swaggered with me last night; who, if ative and ever dare to challenge this glove, I ate sworn to take him a box o' th' ear: or if Ian see my glove in his cap, which he swore, Abe was a soldier, he would wear if alive, I W 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.

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K. Hen. It may be his enemy is a gentleman

of great sort, quite from the answer of his degree.

Flu. Though he be as good a gentleman as the devil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath if he be perjured, see you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain and a Jacksauce, as ever his black shoe trod upon God's ground and his earth, in my conscience, la! 150

K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meetest the fellow.

Will. So I will, my liege, as I live. K. Hen. Who servest thou under? Will. Under Captain Gower, my liege. Flu. Gower is a good captain, and is good knowledge and literatured in the wars. K: Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier. Will. I will, my liege.

[Exit.

K. Hen. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favor for me and stick it in thy cap: when Alençon and myself were down together, I plucked this glove from his helm: if any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alençon, and an enemy to our person; if thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an thou dost me

love.

Flu. Your grace doo's me as great honors as can be desired in the hearts of his subjects: I would fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall find himself aggriefed at this glove; that is all; but I would fain see it once, an please God of his grace that I might

see.

K. Hen. My Lord of Warwick, and my brother Gloucester,

Follow Fluellen closely at the heels:
The glove which I have given him for a favor
May haply purchase him a box o' th' ear; 181
It is the soldier's; I by bargain should
Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin War-

wick:

If that the soldier strike him, as I judge
By his blunt bearing he will keep his word,
Some sudden mischief may arise of it;
For I do know Fluellen valiant
And, touched with choler, hot as gunpowder,
And quickly will return an injury:
Follow, and see there be no harm between
them.

Go you with me, uncle of Exeter.

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[Exeunt.

SCENE VIII. Before KING HENRY'S pavilion. Enter GOWER and WILLIAMS.

Will. I warrant it is to knight you, captain. Enter FLUELLEN.

Flu. God's will and his pleasure, captain, I beseech you now, come apace to the king: there is more good toward you peradventure than is in your knowledge to dream of.

Will. Sir, know you this glove? Flu. Know the glove! I know the glove is a glove.

Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it. [Strikes him. Flu. 'Sblood! an arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England! 11

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.

Will. I am no traitor.

War. How now, how now! what's the matter?

Flu. My Lord of Warwick, here is-praised be God 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.

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: I promised to strike him, if he did I met this man with my glove in his cap, and I have been as good as my word.

Flu. Your majesty hear now, saving your majesty's manhood, what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lousy knave it is: I hope your majesty is pear me testimony and witness, and will avouchment, that this is the glove of Alençon, that your majesty is give me; in your conscience, now? 40

K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier: look, here is the fellow of it.

'Twas I, indeed, thou promised'st to strike; And thou hast given me most bitter terms.

Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck answer for it, if there is any martial law in the world.

K. Hen. How canst thou make me satisfaction ?

Will. All offences, my lord, come from the heart: never came any from mine that might offend your majesty.

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K. Hen. It was ourself thou didst abuse. Will. Your majesty came not like yourself: you appeared to me but as a common man ; witness the night, your garments, your lowliness; and what your highness suffered under that shape, I beseech you take it for your own fault and not mine: for had you been as I took you for, I made no offence; therefore, I beseech your highness, pardon me,

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K. Hen. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns,

And give it to this fellow. Keep it, fellow; And wear it for an honor in thy cap

Till I do challenge it. Give him the crowns: And, captain, you must needs be friends with him.

Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in his belly. Hold, there is twelve pence for you; and I pray you to serve Got, and keep you out of prawls, and prab bles, and quarrels, and dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the better for you.

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Will. I will none of your money. Flu. It is with a good 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 good: 'tis a good silling, I war rant you, or I will change it.

Enter an English Herald.

K. Hen. Now, herald, are the dead number'd ?

Her. Here is the number of the slaughter'd French.

K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle?

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Exe. Charles Duke of Orleans, nephew to the king;

John Duke of Bourbon, and Lord Bouciqualt Of other lords and barons, knights and squires Full fifteen hundred, besides common men.

K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thou

sand French

That in the field lie slain: of princes, in this number,

And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
One hundred twenty six: added to these,
Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen,
Eight thousand and four hundred; of the
which,

Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights:

So that, in these ten thousand they have lost,
There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries;
The rest are princes, barons, lords, knights,
squires,

And gentlemen of blood and quality.
The names of those their nobles that lie dead:
Charles Delabreth, high constable of France.
Jacques of Chatillon, admiral of France;
The master of the cross-bows, Lord Rambures
Great Master of France, the brave Sir Guichard
Dolphin,

John Duke of Alençon, Anthony Duke of Bra bant,

The brother of the Duke of Burgundy,
And Edward Duke of Bar: of lusty earl,
Grandpré and Roussi, Fauconberg and Foix.
Beaumont and Marle,Vaudemont and Lestr
Here was a royal fellowship of death!
Where is the number of our English dead?
[Herald shews him another pap
Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffed
Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam, esquire:
None else of name; and of all other men li

mouth'd sea,

hich like a mighty whiffler 'fore the king ems to prepare his way: so let him land, nd solemnly see him set on to London.

swift a pace hath thought that even now 7 may imagine him upon Blackheath; here that his lords desire him to have borne is ornised helmet and his bended sword fore him through the city: he forbids it, 19 ing free from vainness and self-glorious pride;

ving full trophy, signal and ostent

tite from himself to God. But now behold, the quick forge and working-house of thought,

London doth pour out her citizens !

e mayor and all his brethren in best sort,

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SCENE I. France. The English camp.

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, asse my friend, Captain Gower: the rascally, scald, beggarly, lousy, pragging knave, Pistol, which you and yourself and all the world 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 contention with him; but I will be so bold 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.

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Enter PISTOL.

Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock.

Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings nor his turkey-cocks. God pless you, Aunchient Pistol! you scurvy, lousy knave, God pless you!

Pist. Ha! art thou bedlam? dost thou thirst, base Trojan,

To have me fold up Parca's fatal web?
Hence! I am qualinish at the smell of leek.

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Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lousy 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 disgestions doo's 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. 30

[Strikes him.] Will you be so good, scauld knave, as eat it?

Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die.

Flu. You say very true, scauld knave, when God's will is: I will desire you to live in the mean time, and eat your victuals: come, there is sauce for it. [Strikes him.] 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. [him. 41

Gow. Enough, captain: you have astonished Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or I will peat his pate four days. Bite, I pray you; it is good for your green wound and your ploody coxcomb.

Pist. Must I bite ?

[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 honorable respect, and worn as a memorable trophy of predeceased valor and dare not avouch in your deeds any 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
Of malady of France;

And there my rendezvous is quite cut off.
Old I do wax; and from my weary limbs
Honor is cudgelled. Well, bawd I'll turn, 90
And something lean to cutpurse of quick hand.
To England will I steal, and there I'll steal :
And patches will I get unto these cudgell'd

SCENE IL France. A royal palace. Enter, at one door, KING HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, WEST MORELAND, and other Lords; at another, the FRENCH KING, QUEEN ISABEL, the PRINCESS KATHARINE, ALICE and other Ladies; the DUKE OF BURGUNDY, and his train.

K. Hen. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met !

Unto our brother France, and to our sister, Health and fair time of day; joy and good wishes

To our most fair and princely cousin Katharine;
And, as a branch and member of this royalty,
By whom this great assembly is contrived,
We do salute you. Duke of Burgundy;
And, princes French, and peers, health to you
all!

Fr. King. Right joyous are we to behold
your face,

Most worthy brother England; fairly met: 10 So are you, princes English, every one.

Q. Isa. So happy be the issue, brother Eng

land,

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
bent,

The fatal balls of murdering basilisks:
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
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pear.

Q. Isa. You English princes all, I do salate

With all my wits, my pains and strong en deavors,

To bring your most imperial majesties
Unto this bar and royal interview,
Your mightiness on both parts best can wit

And all her husbandry doth lie on heaps, Corrupting in its own fertility.

Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart, Unpruned dies; her hedges even-pleachd, Like prisoners wildly overgrown with hair, Put forth disorder'd twigs; her fallow leas The darnel, hemlock and rank fumitory

Doth root upon, while that the coulter rusts
That should deracinate such savagery;
The even mead, that erst brought sweetly
forth

The freckled cowslip, burnet and green clo

ver,

Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank, 50
Conceives by idleness and nothing teems
But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies,
burs,

Losing both beauty and utility.

And as our vineyards, fallows, meads and hedges,

Defective in their natures, grow to wildness, Even so our houses and ourselves and children

Have lost, or do not learn for want of time,
The sciences that should become our country;
Bat grow like savages,-as soldiers will
That nothing do but meditate on blood,- 60
To swearing and stern looks, diffused attire
And every thing that seems unnatural.
Which to reduce into our former favor
You are assembled and my speech entreats
That I may know the let, why gentle Peace
Should not expel these inconveniences
And bless us with her former qualities.

K. Hen. If, Duke of Burgundy, you would the peace,

Whose want gives growth to the imperfec

tions

Fr. King. I have but with a cursorary eye O'erglanced the articles pleaseth your grace To appoint some of your council presently To sit with us once more, with better heed 80 To re-survey them, we will suddenly Pass S8 our accept and peremptory answer.

K. Ilen. Brother, we shall. Go, uncle Exeter,

And brother Clarence, and you, brother Gloucester,

Warwick and Huntingdon, go with the king;
And take with you free power to ratify,
Augment, or alter, as your wisdoms best
Shall see advantageable for our dignity,
day thing in or out of our demands,
And we'll consign thereto. Will you, fair sis-

ter,

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Go with the princes, or stay here with us?
Q. Isa. Our gracious brother, I will go with
them :

Haply a woman's voice may do some good,
When articles too nicely urged be stood on.
K. Hen. Yet leave our cousin Katharine
here with us :

She is our capital demand, comprised Within the fore-rank of our articles. Q. Isa. She hath good leave. [Exeunt all except Herry, Katharin and Alice. K. Hen. Fair Katharine and most fair, Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms Such as will enter at a lady's ear 100 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 me soundly with your French heart, I will be glad to hear you confess it brokenly with your English tongue. Do you like me, Kate?"

Kath. Pardonnez-moi, I cannot tell vat is 'like me.'

K. Hen. An angel is like you, Kate, and you are like an angel.

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Kath. Que dit-il ? que je suis semblable à les anges?

Alice. Oui, vraiment, sauf votre 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 de tromperies.

K. Hen. What says she, fair one? that the tongues of men are full of deceits? 121 Alice. Oui, 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 canst speak no better English; for, if thou couldst, thou wouldst find me such a plain king that thou wouldst 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 farther 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 votre honneur, me understand vell.

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-frog, or by vaulting into my saddle with my armor 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 favors, I could lay on like a butcher and sit like a jackan-apes, never off. But, before God, Kate, I cannot look greenly nor gasp out my eloquence, nor I have no cunning in protestation only downright oaths, which I never use till urged, nor never break for urging. If thou canst love a fellow 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 thy cook I