SCENE III.

The English Camp.

Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But they'll remember, with advantages,
What feats they did that day: Then shall our

names,

Enter Gloster, Bedford, Exeter, Erpingham, with all the English Host; Salisbury, and Westmoreland. 5 Familiar in their mouth as houshold words,

Glo. Where is the king?

Bed. The king himself is rode to view their battle.

Be

Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,in their flowing cups freshly remember'd: This story shall the good man teach his [fresh. 10 And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,

West. Of fighting men they have full threescore
thousand,

Ere. There's five to one; besides, they all are
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, -
Mydear lordGloster-and my good lord Exeter, -
And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu!

Bed. Farewel, good Salisbury; and good luck

go with thee!

son;

From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered:
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me,

15 Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition2:
And gentlemen in England, now a-bed,
Shall think themselves accursed, they were not here;
And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks,

Exe. to Sal. Farewell, kind lord! fight valiantly 20 That fought with us upon saint Crispin's day.

to-day:

And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it,
For thou are fram'd of the firm truth of valour.
[Exit Salisbury.

Bed. He is as full of valour as of kindness;
Princely in both.

Enter King Henry.

West. O, that we now had here

But one ten thousand of those men in England,
That do no work to-day!

K. Henry. What's he, that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? -No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark'd to die, we are enough
To do our country loss; and if to live,

The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold;
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not, if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But, if it be a sin to covet honour,

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,

Enter Salisbury.

Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed:

The French are bravely in their battles set, 25 And will with all expedience charge on us.

K. Henry. All things are ready, if our minds be so.

West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward

As one man more, methinks, would share from me, 45 Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy,

If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,
Before thy most assured over-throw:
For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf,

For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more:
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my
That he which hath no stomach to this fight, [host,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man's company,

The Constable desires thee-thou wilt mind
Thy followers of repentance; that their souls
May inake a peaceful and a sweet retire

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That fears his fellowship to die with us.

This day is called the feast of Crispian :'
He, that out-lives this day, and comes safe home,

From off these fields, where (wretches) their poor

bodies

Must lie and fester.

K. Henry. Who hath sent thee now?
Mont. The Constable of France.

K. Henry. I pray thee, bear my former answer

Will stand a-tip-toe when this day is nam'd,

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back;

And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

He, that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends,

And say-To-morrow is saint Crispian:

Bid them atchieve 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

Then will he strip his sleeve, and shew his scars. 60 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.

Perpend my words, Os
O signieur Dew, thou

Shall witness live in brass of this day's work:
And those that leave their valiant bones in France,
Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills, 5 Except, O signieur, th

They shall be fam'd: for there the sun shall greet

them,

And draw their honours reeking up to heaven;
Leaving their earthly parts to choak your clime,
The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France.
Mark then a bounding valour in our English;
That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing,
Breaks out into a second course of mischief,
Killing in relapse of mortality1.
Let me speak proudly; -Tell the Constable,
We are but warriors for the working-day:
Our gayness, and our gilt, are all besmirch'd
With rainy marching in the painful field;
There's not a piece of feather in our host,
(Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly)
And time hath worn us into slovenry:
But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim:
And my poor soldiers tell me yet ere night
They'll be in fresher robes; or they will pluck

Egregious ransom.
Fr. Sol. O, prennez

The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads, 25 and ferret him;-diset

And turn them out of service. If they do this,

him.

(As, if God please, they shall) my ransom then Will soon be levy'd. Herald, save thy labour;

Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald;

Pist. Bid him prepa

They shall have none, I swear, but these my 30 Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, 1

joints:

Boy. Il me comman

Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them,
Shall yield them little, tell the Constable.

rous teniez prest; car tout à cette heure de co

SCENE IV.

The Field of Battle.

Pist. Yield, cur.

Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee

well:

Thou never shalt hear herald any more. [Erit.
K. Henry, I fear, thou'lt once more come again
for ransom.

Enter the Duke of York.
York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg 40
The leading of the vaward.

K. Henry. Take it, brave York. -Now, sol

diers, march away:

And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!

[Exeunt. 45 The crowns will take.

Alarum, excursions. Enter Pistol, French Sol- les escus que vous l'ar

dier, and Boy.

Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme

de bonne qualité.

Pist. Quality, call you me?-Construeme, art

Pist. Ouy, couper

35 Unless thou give me cr Or mangled shalt thou Fr.Sol. O, je vous sup me pardonner! Je suis son; gardez ma vie, Pist. What are his Boy. He prays you gentleman of a good he will give you two h Pist. Tell him,-m

Fr. Sol. Petit monsz Boy. Encore qu'il e pardonner aucun pris

50 de vous donner la libe

Fr. Sol. Sur mes ge remercimens: & jem tombé entre les mains plus brave, valiant,

thou a gentleman? What is thy name? discuss. 55 Pist. Expound unto

Mr. Steevens observes, that by this phrase, however uncouth, Shaks same as in the preceding line. Mortality is death. Relapse may be used has given mind of honour, for honourable mind; and by the same rule might for fatal or mortal rebound; or by relapse of mortality, he may mean-af iñanimation. i. e. golden show, superficial gilding. Obsolete. sword. + The rim means what is now called the diaphragm in human midriff in beasts. Moys is a piece of money; whence moi d'or, or moi in a variety of senses by different old authors: in this place it would seem to

Fox

Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand
thanks; and esteems himself happy that he hath
fallen into the hands of one (as he thinks), the
most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur
of England.

Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy shew.
-Follow me, cur.

Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine.

Exe. The duke of York commends him to your majesty.

K. Henry. Lives he, good uncle? Thrice, within
this hour,

5 I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting;
From helmet to the spur, all blood he was.
Exe. In which array (brave soldier) doth he lie,
Larding the ain: and by his bloody side
(Yoak-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,)

[Exe. Pistol, and French Soldier.
I did never know so full a voice issue from so 10 The noble earl of Suffolk also lies.
empty a heart: but the saying is true,
The
empty vessel makes the greatest sound. Bardolph,
and Nym, had ten times more valour than this
roaring devil' i' the old play, that every one may
pare his nails with a wooden dagger; yet they are 15 And cries aloud, -Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk !

both hang'd; and so would this be, if he durst
steal any thing advent'rously. I must stay with
the lacqueys, with the luggage of our camp: the
French might have a good prey of us, if he knew
of it; for there is none to guard it, but boys.

SCENE V.

Another part of the field of Battle.

[Exit.

Suffolk tirst dy'd: and York, all haggled over,
Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd,
And takes him by the beard; kisses the gashes,
That bloodily did yawn upon his face;

My soul shall thine keep company to heaven:
Turry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly a-breast;
As, in this glorious and well-foughten field,
we kept toge gether in our chivalry.

20 Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up :
He smild me in the face, raught me in his hand,
And, with a feeble gripe, says,-Dear my lord,
Commend my service to my sovereign.
So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck

Enter Constable, Orleans, Bourbon, Dauphin, 25 He threw his wounded arn, and kiss'd his lips;

and Rambures.

Con. O diable!

[perdu! Orl. O seigneur!-le jour est perdu, tout est Dau. Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!

Reproach and everlasting shame

Sits mocking in our plumes.

[A short alarm.

Con. Why, all our ranks are broke.

O meschante fortune! -Do not run away.

Dau. O perdurable shaine! -let'sstab ourselves.

And so, espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd
A testament of noble-ending love.
The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd
Those waters from me, which I would havestopp'd;

30 But I had not so much of man in me,
But all my inother came into mine eyes,
And gave me up to tears.

Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for? 35 With mistful eyes, or they will issue too.--[Alurum.

K. Henry. I blame you not;

For, hearing this, I must perforce compound

Ort. Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?
Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but

But, hark! what new alarum is this same?-
The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd men:--

shame!

Then every soldier kill his prisoners;

Let us die instant:-Once more back again;
And he that will not follow Bourbon now,
Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand,
Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door,
Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog,
His fairest daughter is contaminated.

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Give the word through.

[Exeunt.

Con. Disorder, thathathspoiledus, friendusnow! 45 pressly against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant a

Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives
Unto these English, or else die with fame.

Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis expiece of knavery, mark you now, as can be offer'd, in the 'orld: In your conscience now, is it

Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field,

Inot?

i

Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the

To smother up the English in our throngs,
If any order might be thought upon. [throng; 50 and the cowardly rascals, that ran away from the

Let life be short; else shame will be too long.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VI.
Alarum. Enter King Henry and his Train, with
Prisoners.

Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; battle, have done this slaughter: besides, they have burn'd or carried away all that was in the king's tent; wherefore the king, most worthily, has caus'd every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat.

550, 'tis a gallant king!

K. Henry. Well have we done, thrice-valiant

countrymen:

But all's not done, yet keep the French the field. 60 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 fights the Devil, and always overcomes him. I suppose the Fice o

Flu. I, he was porn at Monmouth, captain
Gower: What call you the town's name, where
Alexander the pig was born?
Gow. Alexander the Great.

in Macedon; his father was called-Philip of 5 That we may wander c Macedon, as I take it.

Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where Alexander is porn. I tell you, captain, -If you look in the maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Mon-10 mouth, that the situations, look you, is both alike. There is a river in Macedon: and there is also, inoreover, a river at Monmouth: it is call'd Wye, at Monmouth; but it is out of my prains, what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis 15 To view the field in saf

To book our dead, and
To sort our nobles fron
For many of our princ
Lie drown'd and soak'
So do our vulgar drene
In blood of princes; w
Fret fetlock deep in go
Yerk out their armed
Killing them twice. C

Of their dead bodies.

K. Henry. I tell thee I know not, if the day b For yet a many of you

so like as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both. If you mark Alexander's life well, Harry of Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent well; for there is figures in all things. Alexander (Got knows, and you know) in his 20 And gallop o'er the fie

rages, and his furies, and his wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and his displeasures, and his indignations, and also being a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and his angers, look you, kill his pest friend Clytus.

Gow. Our king is not like him in that; he never kill'd any of his friends.

Mont. The day is yo K. Henry. Praised be for it!What is this castle call 25 Mont. They call itK. Henry. Then call Fought on the day of C Flu. Your grandfath please your majesty, an the plack prince of W chronicles, fought a n France.

Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take the tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and finish'd. I speak but in figures and compa-30 risons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Cly tus, being in his ales and his cups; so also Harry Monmouth, being in his right wits and his goot judgments, is turn away the fat knight with the great pelly-doublet: he was full of jests, and 35 jesties is remember'd of

gypes, and knaveries, and mocks; I am forget his

name.

Gow. Sir John Falstaff.

Flu. That is he: I tell you, there is goot men porn at Monmouth.

Gow. Here comes his majesty.

Alarum. Enter King Henry, Warwick, Gloster,
Exeter, &c. Flourish.

K. Henry. They did,
Flu, Your majesty s

service in a garden whe leeks in their Monmou jesty knows, to this hou of the service: and, I 40 takes no scorn to wear day,

K. Henry. I wear it For I am Welch, you h Flu. All the water in

K. Henry. I was not angry since I came to 45 majesty's Welsh plood

France,
Until this instant.-Take a trumpet, herald;
Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill:
If they will fight with us, bid them come down,
Or void the field; they do offend our sight:
If they'll do neither, we will come to them;
And make them skirt away, as swift as stones
Enforced from the old Assyrian slings:
Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we haye;
And not a man of them, that we shall take,
Shall taste our mercy :-Go, and tell them so.

Enter Montjoy.

you that: Got pless and pleases his grace andhi K. Henry. Thanks, ig Flu, By Cheshu, I an

50 man, I care not who to all the 'orld: I need majesty, praised be Got is an honest man.

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Exc. Here comes the herald of the French, my
liege.
Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be. 60
K. Henry. How now! what means their herald?

Know'st thou not,

K. Henry. God keep with him;

Enter

Bring me just notice of
On both our parts.

[Exe Exe. Soldier, you mu K Henry. Soldier, wh lin thy cap?

'See note', p. 384.2 Mercenary here means common or hired blood. T 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.

K. Henry. An Englishman?

swaggered with me last night: who, if 'a live, and 5 Follow, and see there be no harin between them.

Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that

For I do know Fluellen valiant,
And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder,
And quickly he'll return an injury:

it ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to take him a box o' the ear; or, if I can see my glove in his cap (which, he swore, as he was a soldier, he would wear, if alive) I will strike it out soundly.

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K. Henry. 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.

Go you with me, uncle of Exeter.
SCENE VIII.

Before King Henry's Pavillion.
Enter Gower and Williams.

[Exeunt.

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

Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I peseech you now, come apace to the king: there is

K. Henry. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman 15 more goot toward you, paradventure, than is in of great sort', quite from the answer of his degree.

Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is ne cessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and 20 his oath: if he be perjur'd, see you now, his re putation is as arrant a villain, and a jack-sauce, as ever his plack shoe trod upon Got's ground and his earth, in my conscience, la.

your knovledge 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. 'Sblud, an arrant traitor, as any's in the universal'orld, or in France, or in England. Gow. How now, sir? you

villain!

K. Henry. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when 25 Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn? thou meet'st the fellow,

Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.

K. Henry. Who servest thou under?

Will. Under Captain Gower, my liege.

Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give treason his payment into plows', I warrant you. Will. I am no traitor.

Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.-I charge you

Flu. 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.

K. Henry. Call him hither to me, soldier.

Will. I will, my liege.

[Exit.

K. Henry. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for me, and stick it in thy cap: When Alen-35 çon and myself were down together, I pluck'd this glove from his helm: if any man chalienge this, he is a friend to Alençon, and an enemy to our person; if thou encounter any such, apprehend him, as thou dost love me.

Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, 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 aggrief'd at this glove, that is all; but

K. Henry. How now! what's the matter? 40 Flu. My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, look your grace, has struck the glove whiclı your majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon. Wid. My liege, this is my glove; here is the fellow of it: and he, that I give it to in change,

I would fain see it once; an please Got of his grace, 45 promis'd to wear it in his cap; I promis'd 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 ma50 jesty's manhood) what anarrant, rascally, peggarly, lowsy knave it is: I hope, your majesty is pear me testimonies, and witnesses, and avouchments, that this is the glove of Alençon, that your majesty is give me, in your conscience now.

The glove, which I have given him for a favour, 55 K. Henry. Give me thy glove, soldier; Look,

Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck an160/swer 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