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of Henry the fift : with his battell fought
at Agin Court in France. Together with
Ancient Piſtoll.

Enter King Henry, Exeter, two Bishops, Clarence,
and other Attendants.

Exeter.

S Hall I call in th'Ambassadors my Liege?
King. Not yet my cousin, till we be reſolu'd
Of some ſerious matters touching vs and France.

By(b. God and his Angels guard your ſacred throne,
And make you long become it.

King. Sure we thank you : and good my Lord proceed
Why the Law *Salique* which they haue in France,
Or ſhould or *should* not *ſtop* in vs our claime:
And God forbid my wife and learned Lord,
That you *ſhould* ſaſhion, frame, or wreft the ſame.
For God doth know how many now in health,
Shall drop their blood, in approbation
Of what your reuerence ſhall incite vs too.

Therefore take heede how you impawne our perſon,
How you awake the ſleeping ſword of warre :
We charge you in the name of God take heede.

After this coniuration, ſpeake my Lord :
And we will iudge, note, and beleuee in heart,
That what you ſpeake, is wafht as pure
As ſin in baptisme.

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Bifb. Then heare me gracious Soueraigne, & you Peeres,
Which owe your liues, your faith, and seruices

To this imperiall Throne:

There is no bar to fly your highnesse claime to France,
But one; which they produce from Paramount:

No female shall succeed in Salique Land ;

Which Salique Land, the French vniuistly gloze

To be the Realme of France,

And Paramount the founder of this law and female barre,

Yet their owne writers faithfully affirme,

That the Land Salique liyes in Germany,

Berweene the floods of Sabeck and of Elme,

Where Charles the fift hauing subdude the Saxons

There left behinde, and fetled certaine French,

Who holding in difdaine the Germane women,

For some dithoneſt manners of their liues,

Eſtabliſh there this Law. To wit,

No female shall succeed in Salique Land :

Which Salique land (as I haue ſayd before)

Is at this time in Germany, call'd Mefene.

Thus doth it well appeare, the Salique law

Was not deuifed for the Realme of France :

Nor did the French poſſeſſe the Salique land,

Vntill ſoure hundred one and twenty yeares

After the function of King Paramount,

Godly ſuppofd the founder of this Law.

Hugh Capet also that vſurpt the Crowne,

To fine his Title with ſome ſhew of truth,

When in pure truth it was corrupt and nought:

Conuey'd himſelfe as heire to the Lady Inger,

Daughter to Charles the ſoſeſayd Duke of Lorain,

So that as cleere as is the Summers Sun,
King Pipins Title, and Hugh Capets claimeſ,

King Charles his ſatisfaction, all appeare

To hold in right and title of the female :

So do the Lords of France vntill this day,

Howbeit they would hold vp this Salique Law

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To barre your highneſſe claiming from the female,

And rather choofe to hide them in a net,

Then amply to embrace their crooked cauſes,

Vſurpt from you and your progenitors.

K. May we with right and conſcience make this claim?

Bi. The fin vpon my head dread Soueraigne:

For in the booke of Numbers it is writ,

When the ſonne dyes, let the inheritance

Defend vnto the daughter.

Noble Lord, ſtand for your owne,

Vnwinde your bloody flagge,

Go my dread Lord to your great Grandſires graue,

From whom you claime:

And your great Vnckle Edward the blacke Prince,

Who on the French ground playd a Tragedy,

Making defeate on the full power of France,

Whilft his moſt mighty father on a hill,

Stood smiling to behold his Lyons whelpe,

Foraging the blood of French Nobility.

O Noble English, that could entertaine

With halfe their forces the full power of France:

And let another halfe ſtand laughing by,

All out of worke, and colde for action.

King. We muſt not onely arme vs gainſt the French,

But lay downe our proportion for the Scot,

Who will make rode vpon vs with all aduantages.

Bi. The Marches gracious ſoueraigne, ſhalbe ſufficient
To guard your England from the pilſering borderers.

King. We do not meane the courſing sneakers only,
But feare the maine entendment of the Scot:

For you ſhall read, neuer my great Grandfather

Vnnaskt his power for France,

But that the Scot on his vnſurniſht kingdome,

Came pouring like the tide into a breach,

That Englan'd being empty of defences,

Hath ſhooke and trembled at the brute heereof.

Bifb. She hath bin then more ſear'd then hurt my Lord:

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For heare her but exemplified by her selfe,
When all her chivalry hath bene in France,
And she a mourning widow of her Nobles,
She hath her selfe not onely well defended,
But taken and impounded (as a stray) the King of Scottes,
VWhom like a caytiffe she did leade to France,
Filling your Chronicles as rich with praisc,
As is the owfe and bottome of the sea,
VWith funken wracke, and shiplesse treafurie.

Lord. There is a saying very old and true.

If you will France win,
Then with Scotland first begin:
For once the Eagle England being in pray,
To his vnfurnisht Nest the weazle Scot.
VWould fucke her Egges,
Playing the Mouse in absence of the Cat,
To spoyle and hauocke more then she can eat.
Exe. It followes then, the Cat must stay at home,
Yet that is but a curst neceffity,
Since we haue traps to catch the petty theeues:
VWhilft that the armed hand doth fight abroad,
The auifed head controlles at home:
For government though high or low, being put in parts,
Congrueth with a mutuell consent like muſſe.

Bish. True, therefore doth heauen

Diuide the fate of man in diuers functions:
VWhereunto is added as an ayme or But, Obedience:
For so liue the hony bees, creatures that by awe
Ordaine an act of order to a peopled Kingdome.
They haue a King, and Officers of sort;
Where ſome like Magiſtrates correct at home:
Others, like Merchants venture Trade abroad:
Others, like ſoldiours armed in their ſtings,
Make boot vpon the sommers Velvet bud:
VWhich pillage they with merry march bring home
To the Tent-royall of their Emperor;
Who buſed in his maieſty, behold

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The ſinging Maſons building roofes of Gold,
The ciuill Citizens lading vp the hony,
The ſad-ey'd Iuſtice with his ſurly humme,
Deliuering vp to executors pale, the lazie caning drone,
This I inferre, that twenty actions once a foote,
May all end in one moment.

As many arrowes loſed ſeuerall wayes, fly to one marke:
As many ſeuerall wayes meete in one Towne:
As many fresh ſtreames run in one ſelſe-ſea:
As many lines close in the diall center:
So may a thousand actions once a foote,
End in one moment, and be all well born without defect.

Therefore my Liege to France,
Diuide your happy England into ſoure,
Of which take you one quarter into France,
And you withall, ſhall make all Gallia ſhake.
If we with thrice that power left at home,
Cannot defend our owne doore from the dogge.
Let vs be beaten, and from henceforth loſe
The name of policy and hardineſſe.

Kim. Call in the messenger ſent from the Dolphin,
And by your ayde, the noble ſinnewes of our Land,
France being ours, weel bring it to our awe,
Or breake it all in peeces:
Either our Chronicles ſhall with full mouth ſpeake
Free'ly of our acts, or else like tongueleſſe mutes,
Not worſhipt with a paper Epitaph.

Enter the Ambassadors from France.

Now are we well prepared to know the Dolphins pleasure
For we heare your comming is from him.

Ambas. Pleaseth your Maieſty to giue vs leaue
Freely to render what we haue in charge,
Or ſhall I sparingly ſhow a farre off,
The Dolphins pleafure, and our Embaſſage?

King. We are no tyrant, but a Christian King,
To whom our ſpirit is as ſubieſt,
As are our wretches ſettered in our prifons.

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Therefore freely, and with vncurbed boldnesse
Tell vs the Dolphins minde.

Ambaf. Then this in fine the Dolphin faith,
VWhereas you claime certaine Townes in France,
From your predecessor King Edward the third,
This he returns :
He faith, there's nought in France,
That can be with a nimble Galliard wonne,
You cannot reuell into Dukedomes there :
Therefore he fendeth meeter for your studie
This tun of treasure : and in lieu of this,
Desires to let the Dukedomes that you crane
Heare no more from you. This the Dolphin faith.

King. VWhat treasure Vnuckle?

Exe. Tennis balles my Liege.

King. Wee are glad the Dolphin is so pleafant with vs,
Your meffage, and his preſent we accept.
When we haue matcht our Rackets to these balles,
We wil by Gods grace play him ſuch a ſet,
Shal ſtrike his fathers Crowne into the hazard.
Tell him he hath made a match with ſuch a wrangler,
That all the courts of France ſhalbe diſturbd with chafes.
And we vnderstand him well, how he comes ore vs
With our wilder daies,
Not meaſuring what vſe we made of them.

We neuer valew'd this poore ſeate of England,
And therefore gaue our ſelues to barbarous Licenſe,
As tis common ſeene,

That men are ſherriſt when they are from home.
But tell the Dolphin we will keepe our ſtate,
Be like a King, mighty, and command,
When we do rowle vs in the Throre of France.
For this we haue layd by our Maieſty,
And plodded like a man for working dayes.

But we will rife there with ſo full of glory,
That we will dazell all the eyes of France,

I ſtrike the Dolphin blinde to looke on vs.

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And tell him this,
His mocke hath turn'd his balles to gun-stones,
And his foule shall fit fore charged, for the waſtfull
Vengeance that shall flye from them.

For this his mocke,
Shall mocke many a wife out of their deare husbands,
Mocke mothers from their ſonnes, mocke Castles down.

I, ſome are yet vngotten and vnborne,
That ſhall haue cauſe to curſe the Dolphins ſcorne.

But this lies all within the will of God,
To whom we do appeale: and in whose name,
Tell you the Dolphin we are comming on,
To venge vs as we may, and to put forth our hand
In a right cauſe: ſo get you hence, and tell your Prince,
His ieſt will ſauour but of ſhallow wit,
When thouſands weepe more then did laugh at it.

Conuey them with ſafe conduct; see them hence.

Exe. This was a merry meſſage.

King. We hope to make the ſender bluſh at it:
Therefore let our collection for the wars be ſoon prouided
For God before, weol check the Dolphin at his fathers
Doore: therefore let every man now taske his thought,
That this faire action may on foote be brought.

Exeunt omnes.

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Bar. Good morrow Corporall Nim.

Nim. Good morrow Lieutenant Bardolſe.

Bar. What, is Ancient Piftoll and thee friends yet?

Nim. I cannot tell, things muſt be as they may:
I dare not fight, but I will winke and hold out mine Iron,
Tis a ſimple one, but what tho; twil ſerue to toſte cheeſe,
And it will endure cold as another man's sword will,
And there's the humour of it.

Bar. I faith Miftreſſe Quickly did thee great wrong,
For thou wert troth-plight to her.

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Nim. I must do as I may, tho patience be a tired mare,
Yet wheel plod, and some say kniues haue edges,
And men may sleepe and haue their throates about them
At that time, and there's the humor of it.

Bar. Come ifaith, Ile bestow a breakfast to make Pistoll
and thee friends. What a plague should we carry kniues
to cut our owne throates.

Nim. Ifaith ile liue as long as I may, that's the certaine of
it. And when I cannot liue any longer, Ile do as I may,
And there's my rest, and the randeuous of it.

Enter Pistoll, and Hostes Quickly his wife.

Bar. Good morrow ancient Pistoll,
heree comes ancient Pistoll, I prethee Nim be quiet.

Nim. How do you my hoſt?

Pist. Bafe flaue, calleſt thou me hoſt?

Now by gads lugges I ſware, I ſcorne the title,
Nor ſhall my Nell keepe lodging.

Hof. No by my troth not I,
For we cannot bed nor boord half a ſcore gentlewomen
That liue honesty by the pricke of their needle,
But it is thought ſtraight we keepe a bawdy-house.

O Lord, here's Corporall Nim, now ſhall
We haue wilfull adultery and murther committed:

Good Corporall Nim ſhew the valour of a man,
And put vp your sword.
Nim. Pufh.

Pist. What, doſt thou pufh, thou prickeard cur of Ifeland?

Nim. Will you ſhog off? I would haue you ſolus.

Pist. Solus, egregious dog, that ſolus in thy throat,
And in thy lungs, and which is worſe, within

Thy mesfull mouth, I do retort that ſolus
In thy bowels, and in thy law perdie; for I can talke,
And Pistols flashing fiery cocke is vp.

Nim. I am not Barbasom, you cannot coniure me;
I haue an humor Pistoll to knocke you indifferently well,
And you fall foule with me Pistoll,

Ile ſcoure you with my Rapier in faire tearmes.

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If you will walke off a little,
Ile pricke your guts a little in good termes,
And there's the humor of it.

Pist. O braggard vile, and damned furious wight,
The graue doth gape, and groaning death is neere,
Therefore exall.
They draw.

Bar. Heare me, he that strikes the firſt blow,
Ile kill him, as I am a Souldier.

Pist. An oath of mickle might, and fury ſhall abate.

Nim. Ile cut your throat at one time or another
In faire termes: and there's the humor of it.

Pist. Couple gorge is the word, I thee defie agen;
A damned hound, thinkſt thou my ſpouse to get?
No, to the powdering tub of infamy,
Fetch fourth the lazar kite of Creodes kinde,
Doll Tear-sheetete, ſhe by name, and her espowſe
I haue, and I will hold, the quandom quickly,
For the onely ſhe and Paco, there it is enough.

Enter the Boy.

Boy. Haffes, you muſt come straight to my Maſter,
And you hoſt Pistoll.
Good Bardolſe put thy noſe betweene the ſheeteſ,
And do the office of a warning pan.

Hoff. By my troth hee I yeeld the Crow a pudding one of
these dayes.

Ile go to him, husband you'l come?

Bar. Come Pistoll be friends.

Nim, prethee be friends, and if thou wilt not,
Be enemies with me too.

Nim. I ſhal haue my eight ſhillings I won of you at betting

Pist. Bafe is the flaue that payes.

Nim. That now I will haue, and there's the humor of it.

Pist. As manhood ſhall compound.

They draw.

Bar. He that strikes the firſt blow,

Ile kill him by this ſword.

Pt. Sword is an oath, and oathes muſt haue their course.

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Nim. I shall haue my eight shillings I wonne of you at betting.

Pift. A noble shalt thou haue, and ready pay,
And liquor likewise will I giue to thee,
And friendship shall combinde out brotherhood,

Ile liue by Nim, as Nim shall liue by me:

Is not this iust? for I shall Sutler be

Vnto the Campe, and profit will accrue.

Nim. I shall haue my noble?

Pift. In cash moft truely paid.

Nim. Why theres the humor of it.

Enter Hozes.

Hozes. As euer you came of men come in,

Sir John, poore foule is so troubled

With a burning taftan contigian feuer, tis wonderful.

Pift. Let vs condole the knight; for lamkins we will liue.

Exeunt omnes.

Enter Exeter and Gloster.

Gloster. Before God my Lord, his Grace is too bold to
trust thefe traytors.

Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by.

Gloster. I but the man that was his bedfellow,

Whom he hath cloyed and graced with Princely fauors,
That he should for a forreigne purfe, to fell
His Soueraignes life to death and trechery.

Exe. O the Lord of Masfham.

Enter the King and three Lords.

King. Now firs, the winde is faire, and we will aboard;

My Lord of Cambridge, and my Lord of Masfham,

And you my gentle Knight, giue me your thoughts,

Do you not thinke the power we beare with vs,

Will make vs Conquerors in the field of France?

Masfham. No doubt my Liege, if each man do his best,

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of Henry the fift.

Cam. Neuer was Monarch better feared and loued then
is your Maiefly.

Grey. Euen those that were your fathers enemies
Have steeped their gals in hony for your fake.

King. We therefore haue great cause of thankfulnesse,
And shall forget the office of our hands;
According to their cause and worthinesse.

Maf. So feruice shall with steeled finewes fline,
And labour shall refresh it selfe with hope
To do your Grace, incesstant feruice.

King. Vnckle of Exeter, enlarge the man
Committed yefterday, that raid against our person,
We consider it was the heate of wine that fet him on,
And on his more aduice we pardon him.

Maf. That is mercy, but too much security;
Let him be punifht Soueraigne,
Least the example of him, breed more of such a kinde.

King. O let vs yet be mercifull.

Cam. So may your highnesse, and punifh too.
Grey. You shew great mercy if you giue him life,
After the rate of his correction.

King. Alasse, your too much care and loue of me,
Are heavy orations against the poore wretch,

If little faults proceeding on distemper,
Should not be winked at,
How should we stretch our eye, when capitall crimes,

Chewed,swallowed, and digested, appeare before vs;

Well yet enlarge the man, tho Cambridge and the rest
In their deare loues, and tender preferuation of our state,
Would haue him punifht.

Now to our French causes.

Who are the late Commissioners?

Cam. Me one my Lord, no obliſions to your Highness.

Maf. So did you me my Soueraigne.

Grey. And me my Lord.

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King. Then Richard Earle of Cambridge, there is yours.
There is yours, my Lord of Mafham:
And fir Thomas Grey, knight of Northumberland,
This fame is yours;
Reade them, and know we know your worthineſſe.
Vuckle Exeter, I will aboord to night.
Why how now Gentlemen, why change you colour?
What ſee you in thofe papers,
That hath ſo chafed your blood out of appearance?
Cam. I do confſſele my fault, and do ſubmit me
To your highneſſe mercy.
Mafh. To which we all appeale.
King. The mercy which was quit in vs but late,
By your owne reaſons is foreſtald and done:
You muſt not dare for ſhame to aske for mercy,
For your owne conſcience turne vpon your boſomes,
As dogs vpon their maſters worrying them.
See you my Princes, and my Noble Peeres,
These engliſh Monſters:
My Lord of Cambridge here,
You know how apt we were to grace him
In all things belonging to his honor;
And this vild man hath for a few light crownes,
Lightly conſpir'd and ſworne vnto the praſtifes of France,
To kill vs heere in Hampton. To the which,
This knight, no leſſe in bounty bound to vs
Then Cambridge is, hath likewife ſworne.
But oh, what shall I ſay to thee falſe man,
Thou cruell, ingratefull, and inhumane creature,
Thou that didſt beare the key of all my counſell,
That knewſt the very ſecrets of my heart,
That almoſt mightſt haue coyn'd me into gold;
Wouldſt thou haue praſtſide on me for thy vſe?
Can it be poffible, that out of thee
Should proceed one ſparke that might annoy my ſinger?
Tis ſo strange, that tho' the truth doth ſhow as groſe

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As blacke from white, mine eye will ſcarſely ſee it,
Their faults are open,
Arreſt them to the anſwer of the law,
And God acquit them of their praſtifes.

Exe. I arreſt thee of high treaſon,
By the name of Richard, Earle of Cambridge.
I arreſt thee of high treaſon,
By the name of Henry, Lord of Mafham.
I arreſt thee of high treaſon,
By the name of Thomas Grey,
Knight of Northumberland.

Mafh. Our purpofes God iuſtly hath diſcouered,
And I repent my fault more then my death,
Which I befeech your Maiefly forgiue,
Although my body pay the price of it.

King. God quit you in his mercy.
Heare your ſentence.
You haue conſpir'd against our royall Person,
Joyned with an enemy proclaim'd and ſixed.
And from his Coffers receiued the golden earneſt of our
death,
Touching our perſon we ſeeke no redreſſe,
But we our kingdomes ſafety must ſo tender,
Whose ruine you haue ſought,
That to our lawes we do deliuer you.
Get you hence, poore miſerable creatures to your death,
The taſte whereof, God in his mercy giue you patience
To endure, and true repentance of all your deeds amiffle:
Beare them hence.

Exit three Lords.

Now Lords to France: The enterprise whereof,
Shall be to you as vs, ſuſceffiuely. (way,
Since God cut off this dangerous treaſon lurking in our
Cheerly to ſea, the ſignes of war aduance;
No King of England, if not King of France.
Exit omnes.

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Enter Nim, Piftell, Bardolfe, Hofter, and a boy.

Hoſt. I prethee sweet heart,
Let me bring thee so farre as Stanes.

Pift. No fur, no fur.

Bar. Well, fir John is gone, God be with him.

Hoſt. I, he is in Authors bosome, if euER any were,
He went away as if it were a cryſombd childe,
Betweene twelue and one,
IUſt at turning of the tide;
His noſe was as ſharpe as a pen;
For when I ſaw him ſumble with the ſheets,
And talke of flowers, and ſmile vpon his ſingers ends,
I knew there was no way but one.

How now fir John, quoth I?
And he cryed three times, God, God, God,
Now I to comfort him, bad him not thinke of God,
I hope there was no ſuch need.

Then he bad me put more cloathes on his ſeete,
And I felt to them, and they were as cold as any ſtone,
And to his knees, and they were as cold as any ſtone.

And ſo vpward, & vpward, and all was as cold as ſtone,
Nim. They ſay he cride out on Sacke.

Hoſt. I that he did.

Boy. And of women.

Hoſt. No that he did not.

Boy. Yes that he did, & ſed they were diuels incarnate.

Hoſt. Indeed carnation was a colour he neuer loued.

Nim. Well, he did cry out on women.

Hoſt. Indeed he did in ſome ſort handle women
But then he was rumaticke,

And talkt of the whore of Babilon.

Boy. Hoſtes, do you remember he ſaw a Flea ſtand
Vpon Bardolſes noſe, and ſed it was a blacke ſoule
Burning in hell?

Bard.

of Henry the fifth.

Bar. Well, God be with him,
That was all the wealth I got in his ſeruice.

Nim. Shall we ſhog off?

The king will be gone from Southampton.

Pift. Cleare vp thy criftals,

Looke to my chattels and my mouceables;

Traſt none; the word is pitch and pay:

Mens words are waſer cakes,

And hold faſt is the onely dog my deare.

Therefore cophetua be thy counſellor,

Touch her ſoft lips and part.

Bar. Farewell hoſteſſe.

Nim. I cannot kis, and thereſ the humor of it.
But adieu.

Pift. Keepe faſt thy buggle boe.

Exit omnes.

Enter King of France, Bourbon, Dolphin,
and others.

King. Now you Lords of Orleance,
Of Bourbon, and of Berry,
You ſee the King of England is not ſlacke,
For he is footed on this Land already.

Dolphin. My gracious Lord,
Tis meete we all go ſoorth,
And arme vs againſt the foe:
And view the weake and fickly parts of France:

But let vs do it with no ſhew of ſeare,

No with no more, then if we heard

England were troubled with a Morris dance.

For my good Lord, she is ſo idely kingd,

Her ſcepter ſo fantastically borne,

So guided by a ſhallow humorous youth,

That ſeare attends her not.

Con. O peace, Prince Dolphin, you deceive your ſelſe.

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Question your Grace the late Embassador,
With what regard he heard his Embassade,
How well supplied with aged Counsellors,
And how his resolution anfuer'd him,
You then would say, that Harry was not wilde.

King. Well, thinke we Harry strong,

And strongly arme vs to preuent the foe.

Con. My Lord, heere is an Ambassador

From the King of England.

King. Bid him come in.

You see this chafe is hotly followed, Lords.

Dol. My gracious father, cut vp this English short,
Selfe-loue my Liege is not so vile a thing
As selfe-neglecting.

Enter Exeter.

King. From our brother of England?

Exe. From him, and thus he greets your Maiesty;
He wils you in the name of God Almighty,
That you deueft your selfe, and lay apart
That borrowed title, which by gift of heauen,
Of law, of nature, and of Nations, longs
To him and to his heires, namely the Crowne
And all wide stretched titles that belongs

King.

of Henry the fifth.

King. If not, what followes?

Exe. Bloody constraint, for if you hide the crown
Euen in your hearts, there will he rake for it:

Dol. For the Dolphin? I stand here for him,
What to heare from England.

Exe. Scorn & defiance, flight regard, contempt,
And any thing that may not mis-become

Dol. Say that my father render faire reply,
It is againft my will :

Exe. Hee'l make your Paris Louer shake for it,
Were it the Miftresſe Court of mighty Europe.

And be assured, you'l finde a difference,

Betweene his yonger daies, and these he musters now:

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Now he weighs time cuen to the lateſt graine,
Which you shall finde in your owne loſſes,
If we stay in France.

King. Well, for vs you shall returne our anſwer backe
To our brother of England.

Exit omnes.

Enter Nim, Bardolfe, Pistoll, and Boy.

Nim. Before God heeres hot ſeruice.

Pist. Tis hot indeed, blowes go and come,
Gods vaffals drop and dye.

Nim, Tis honor, and there's the humor of it.

Boy. Would I were in London,

Ide giue all my honour for a pot of Ale.

Pist. And I: if wishes would preuaile,

I would not stay, but thither would I hie.

Enter Flewellen, and beats them in.

Flew. Gods plud, vp to the breaches

You rascals, will you not vp to the breaches?

Nim. Abate thy rage, weete knight,

Abate thy rage.

Boy. Well, I would I were once from them;

They would haue me as familiar.

With mens pockets, as their Gloues and their

Handkerchers, they will ſteale any thing.

Bardolfe flole a Lute-cafe, carried it three mile,

And fold it for three halfpence.

Nim flole a fire-flouell,

I knew by that, they meant to carry coales:

Well, if they will not leaue me,

I meane to leaue them.

Exit Nim, Bardolfe, Pistoll, and Boy.

Enter Gower.

Gower. Captaine Flewellen, you muſt come strait

To the Mines, to the Duke of Gloſter.

Flew.

of Henry the fifth.

Flew. Looke you, tell the Duke it is not so good
To come to the Mines: the concuaueties is otherwive,
You may discuſe to the Duke, the enemy is digd
Himſelfe ſiue yards vnder the countermines:
By leſu I thinke heel blow vp all,
If there be no better direction.

Alarum. Enter the King and his Lords.

King. How yet refolues the Gouernor of the Towne?

This is the lateſt parley weel admit :

Therefore to our beſt mercy giue your ſelues,

Or like to men proud of deſtruction, deſiſe vs to our worſt,

For as I am a ſouldier, a name that in my thoughts

Becomes me beſt, if we begin the battery once againe,

I will not leaue the halſe atchieued Harſlew,

Till in her afhes ſhe be buried,

The gates of mercy are all ſhut vp.

What ſay you, will you yeeld and this auoid,

Or guilty in defence be thus deſtroid?

Enter Gouernor.

Gouer. Our expeſtation hath this day an end:

The Dolphin, whom of ſuccout we entreated,

Returnes vs word, his powers are not yet ready

To raſe so great a ſiige: therefore dread King,

We yeeld our towne and liues to thy ſoft mercy :

Enter our gates, diſpofe of vs and ours,

For we no longer are defenſiue now.

Enter Katherine and Alice.

Kate. Alice, venčia, vous aues cates en,
Vou parte fort bon Angloys englatara,
Coman ſae palla vou la main en francoy.

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Alice. La main madam de han.

Kate. E da bras.

Alice. De arma madam.

Kate. Le main da han la bras de arma,

Alice. Owy'e Madam.

Kate. E Coman sa pella vow la menton a la coll.

Alice. De neck, e de cin, Madam.

Kate. E deneck, e de cin, e de code.

Alice. De cudie ma voy I oblye, mais Ie remembre,
Le tude, o de elbo Madam.

Kate. E cowte Ie reher sera, towt cella que Iac apoandre,
De han, de arma, de neck, du cin, e de bilbo.

Alice. De elbo Madam.

Kate. O Iesu, Iea obloye ma voy, ecoute Ie recontera
De han, de arma, de neck, de cin, e de elbo, e ca bon.

Alice. May voy Madam, vou parla au se bon Angloy,
Afié vous aues étte en Englatara.

Kate. Par la grace de deu an petty tanes. Ie parle milleur
Coman se pella vou le peid e le robe.

Alice. Le foot, e le con.

Kate. Le foot, e le con, O Iesu ! Ie ne veu poinct parle,
Sie plus devant le che cheualires de franca,
Pur one million ma voy.

Alice. Madam, de foote, e le con.

Kate. O et ill aufie, ecoute Alice, de han, de arma,
De neck, de cin, le foote, e de con.

Alice. Cet fort bon Madam.

Kate. A loues a diner.

Exit omnes.

Enter King of France, Lord Courtable, she
Dolphin, and Bourbon.

King. Tis certaine he is paft the Riuer Some.

Con. Mordeu ma via: Shall a few spranes of vs.
(The emptying of our fathers luxury)

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Outgrow their grafters.

Bur. Normanes, baftard Normanes, mor du,
And if they paffe vnfought withall,
Iefell my Dukedome for a foggy Farme.
In that short nooke Ile of England.

Con. Why whence haue they this mettall?
Is not their Climate raw, foggy, and cold.

On whom, as in disfaine, the Sunne looks pale?

Can barley broth, a drench for fwolne Iades,

Their fodden water decockt such liuely blood?

And shall our quicke blood, spirited with wine,

Seeme frofty ? O for honour of our names,

Let vs not hang like frozen Icefickles.

Vpon our houles tops, while they (a more frofty Climate)
Sweate drops of youthfull blood.

King. Constable dispatch, send Montjoy foorth,
To know what willing ranfome he will giue:

Sonne Dolphin, you shall stay in Rhone with me.

Dol. Not so, I do beſeech your Maiety.

King. Well, I say it shall be so.

Exeunt omnes.

Enter Gower and Flewellens.

Gower. How now Captaine Flewellens,
Come you from the bridge?

Flew. By Iesu there's excellent ſeruice committed at
the bridge?

Gower. Is the Duke of Exeter safe?

Flew. The Duke of Exeter is a man whom I loue,
And I honour, and I worſhip with my ſoule,

And my heart, and my life,
And my lands, and my liuings,

And my vttermoſt powers.

The Duke is looke you,
God be prais'd and pleafed for it,

No harme in the worell.

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He is maintaine the Bridge very gallantly

There is an Enfigne there,

I do not know how you call him,

But by Iefbu I thinke he is as valiant as Marke Anthony,
He doth maintaine the Bridge moft gallantly

Yet he is a man of no reckoning;

But I did see him do gallant seruice.

Gower. how do you call him ?

Flew. his name is ancient *Pistoll*.

Gower. I know him not.

Enter Ancient *Pistoll*.

Flew. Do you not know him, here comes the man.

Pist. Captaine, I thee befeech to do me a fauour,

The Duke of Exeter doth loue thee well.

Flew. I, and I praiseth God I haue merited some loue at his hands.

Pist. Bardolfe a fouldier, one of buxſome valour,
Hath by furious fate, and giddy Fortunes fickle wheele,
That God's blinde that ſtands vpon the rowling restleſſe
ſtone.

Flew. By your patience Ancient *Pistoll*,
Fortune looke you is painted plinde,

With a muſler before her eyes,

To signifie to you, that Fortune is plinde:

And he is moreouer painted with a wheele,

Which is the Morall that Fortune is turning,

And inconstant, and variation, and mutabilities:

And her fate is fixed at a ſphericall ſtone,

Which rolles, and rolles, and rolles;

Surely the Poet is make an excellent description of Fortune.

Fortune looke you is an excellent Morall.

Pist. Fortune is Bardolſes ſoe, and frownes on him,

For he hath ſtolne a packs; and hangd muſt he be;

A damned death, let gallowes gape for dogs,

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Let man go free, and let not death his windpipe ſtop.

But Exeter hath giuen the doome of death,

For packs of petty price:

Therefore go ſpeake, the Duke will heare thy voice,

And let not Bardolſes vitall thred be cut,

With edge of penny cord, and vile approach.

Speake Captaine for his life, and I will thee requite.

Flew. Captaine *Pistoll*, I partly vnderstand your meaning.

Pist. Why then reioyce therefore.

Flew. Certainly Ancient *Pistoll*,

Tis not a thing to reioyce at,

For if he were my owne brother, I would with the Duke
To do his pleafure, and put him to executions;

For looke you, disciplines ought to be kept,

They ought to be kept.

Pist. Die and be damned, and a fig for thy friendſhip.

Flew. That is good.

Pist. The figge of Spaine within thy law.

Flew. That is very well.

Pist. I say the fig within thy bowels & thy durty maw.

Exit *Pistoll*.

Flew. Captaine Gower, cannot you heare it lighten and thunder?

Gower. Why is this the Ancient you told me of?

I remember him now, he is a bawd, a cut-purse.

Flew. By Iefus he is vther as praue words vpon the bridge
As you shall desire to see in a ſommers day;

But tis all one, what he hath ſed to me,

Looke you, is all one.

Gower. Why this is a gull, a foole, a rogue

That goes to the wars onely to grace himſelfe

At his returne to London:

And such fellowes as he,

Are perſect in great Commanders names.

They will learne by rote where seruices were done,

At such and such a ſconce, at such a breach,

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At such a conuoy, who came off braely, who was shot,
Who difgraced, what termes the enemy flood on,
And this they con perfectly in phraſe of warre,
Which they tricke vp with new tun'd oathes,
And what a beard of the Generals cut,
And a horrid ſhout of the Campe
Will do among the foming bottles and alewaſht wits
Is wonderfull to be thought on: but you muſt learne
To know ſuch ſlanders of this age,
Or else you may meruellouſly be miftooke.

Flew, Cортaine Captraine Gower, it is not the man,
Looke you, that I did take him to be:
But when time ſhall ſerue, I ſhall tell him a little
Of my deſires: heere comes his Maiety.

Enter King, Clarence, Gloster, and others.

King. How now Flewellen, come you from the bridge?
Flew, I and it shall please your Maiety,
There is excellent ſeruice at the bridge.

King. What men haue you loft Flewellen ?
Flew. And it shall please your Maiety,
The partition of the aduerfary hath beene great,
Very reasonably great, but for our owne parts,
I thinke we haue loft neuer a man, vnleſſe it be one
For robbing of a Church, one Bardolſe, if your Maiety
Know the man, his ſace is full of whelks, and knubs,
And pumples, and his breath blowes at his noſe
Like a coale, sometimes red, sometimes plew ;
But God be praisèd, now his noſe is executed,
And his fire out.

King. We would haue all offenders so cut off,
And here we give expreſſe commandement,
That there be nothing taken from the villages
But paid for; none of the French abufed,
Or vpbraided with diſdainfull language :
For when cruelty and lenity play for a Kingdome,
The gentleſt gameſter is the ſooner winner.

Enter

of Henry the fifth.

Enter the French Herald.

Herald. You know me by my habite.
King. Well then, we know thee,
What should we know of thee?
Her. My Maſters minde.
King. Vnfold it.
Her. Go thee vnto Harry of England, and tell him,
Aduantage is a better ſouldier then rathneſſe:
Although we did ſeeme dead, we did but slumber.
Now we ſpeak e vpon our kue, & our voyce is imperiall,
England ſhall repent her folly, ſee her rathneſſe,
And admire our ſufferance. VVhich to ransome,
His pettineſſe would bow vnder:
For the effusion of our blood, his army is too weake ;
For the difgrace we haue borne, himſelfe kneeling
At our feete, a weake and worthleſſe satisfaction.
To this, adde defiance.
So much from the King my Maſter.

King. What is thy name ? we know thy quality.
Herald. Montiot.
King. Thou doſt thy office faire, returne thee backe,
And tell thy King, I do not ſeeke him now;
But could be well content, without impeach,
To march on to Callis ; for to ſay the ſooth,
(Though tis no wifedome to confefſſe so much
Vnto an enemy of craft and vantage)
My ſouldiers are with fickneſſe much enſeebled,
My Army leſſened, and thofe ſew I haue,
Almoſt no better then so many French :
VVho when they were in heart, I tell thee Herald,
I thought vpon one paire of English legs,
Did march three Frenchmens,
Yet God forgiue me, that I do brag thus;
Your aire of France hath blowne this vice in me,
I muſt repent, go tell thy Matter here I am,
My ransome is this fraile and worthleſſe body,
My Army but a weake and ſickly guard.

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Yet God before, we will come on,
If France and such another neighbor stood in our way;
If we may pass, we will; if we be hindered,
We final your tawny ground with your red blood discolour
So Montjoy get you gone, there's for your paines:
The sum of all our answer is but this,
We would not seeke a battle as we are;
Nor as we are, we say we will not shun it.

Herald. I shall deliver so : thanks to your Maiefly.
Gleof. My Liege, I hope they will not come vpon vs
now.

King. We are in God's hand brother, not in theirs;
To night we will encampe beyond the bridge,
And on to morrow bid them march away.

Exit.

Enter Burbon, Constable, Orleance, and Gebon.

Con. Tut, I haue the best armour in the world.
Orleance. You haue an excellent armour,

But let my horse haue his due.
Bur. Now you talke of a horse,
I haue a fleet like the Palfrey of the sunne,
Nothing but pure aire and fire,
And hath none of this dull element of earth within him.

Orleance. He is of the colour of the Nutmeg.

Bur. And of the heate of the Ginger.

Turne all the sands into eloquent tongues,
And my horse is argument for them all :

I once writ a Sonnet in the praise of my horse,
And began thus, Wonder of nature.

Con. I haue heard a Sonnet begin so,
In the praise of ones Miftresse.

Bur. Why then did they imitate
That which I writ in praise of my horse,
For my horse is my Miftresse.

Con. Ma foy the other day, me-thought
Your Miftresse shooke you shrewdly.

Bur.

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Bur. I, bearing me. I tell thee Lord Constable,
My Miftresse weares her owne haire.

Con. I could make as good a boat of that,
If I had a Sow to my Miftresse.

Bur. Tut, thou wilt make vse of any thing.

Con. Yet I do not vse my horse for my Miftresse.

Bur. Will it neuer be morning?

Ile ride too morrow a mile,
And my way shall be paued with englifh faces.

Con. By my faith so will not I,
For feare I be out-faced of my way.

Bur. Well, ile go arme my selfe; hay,

Exit.

Gebon. The Duke of Burbon longs for morning.

Orleance. I, he longs to eate the English.

Con. I thinke hee I eate all the kils.

Orlean. O peace, ill will neuer said well.

Con. Ile cap that Prouerbe,

With there's flattery in friend ship.

Orle. O fir, I can answer that,

With giue the Diuell his due.

Con. Haue at the eye of that Prouerbe,

With a iogge of the Diuell.

Orle. Well, the Duke of Burbon is simply

The moft active Gentleman of France.

Con. Doing his actiuity, and hee'l still be doing.

Orle. He neuer did hurt as I heard off.

Con. No I warrant you, nor neuer will.

Orle. I hold him to be exceeding valiant.

Con. I was told so by one that knowes him better then
you.

Orle. Whose that ?

Con. Why he told me so himselfe.

And said he cared not who knew it.

Orle. Well, who will go with me to hazard,
For a hundred English prifoners?

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Enter a Messenger.

Messrs. My Lords, the English lie within a hundred Paces of your Tent.

Con. V. Who hath measured the ground?

Messrs. The Lord Granpeere.

Con. A valiant man, an expert Gentleman.

Come, come away,
The Sun is hie, and we weare out the day.

Exit omnes.

Enter the King disfigured, to him Pistoll.

Pist. Ke ve la?

King. A friend.

Pist. Discus vnto me, art thou a gentleman?

Or art thou common, bafe, and popeler?

King. No sir, I am a Gentleman of a Company.

Pist. Trailes thou the puiffant Pike?

King. Euen so sir. V. What are you?

Pist. As good a gentleman as the Emperor.

King. O then thou art better then the King.

Pist. The Kings a bago, and a hart of gold,

A lad of life, an impe of fame,

Of parents good, of fist most valiant :

I kis his durty shooe, and from my heart I strings

I loue the louely bully. What is thy name?

King. Harry le Roy.

Pist. Le Roy, a Cornish man;

Art thou of Cornish crew?

King. No sir, I am a Welchman.

Pist. A Welchman; knowst thou Flewellen?

King. I. sir, he is my kinsman.

Pist. Art thou his friend?

King. I. sir.

Pist. Figa for thee then; my name is Pistoll.

King. It forts well with your fiercenesse.

Pist.

of Henry the fifth.

Pist. Pistoll is my name.

Exit Pistoll.

Enter Gower and Flewellen.

Gower. Captaine Flewellen.

Flew. In the name of Iesu fpeake lower.

It is the greatest folly in the worell, when the ancient Prerogatives of the warres be not kept.

I warrant you, if you looke into the wars of the Romanes, You shall finde no tittle tattle, nor bibble babble there. But you shall finde the cares, and the feares, And the ceremonies to be otherwife.

Gow. Why the enemy is loud : you heard him all night. Flew. Godes follud, if the enemy be an affe & a fool, And a prating cocks-combe, is it meet that we be also Afoole, and a prating cocks-combe, In your conscience now?

Gower. Ile fpeake lower.

Flew. I befeech you do, good Captaine Gower.

Exit Gower and Flewellers.

King. Though it appeare a little out of fashion, Yet there's much care in this.

Enter three Souldiers.

1. Soul. Is not that the morning yonder ?

2. Soul. I, we see the beginning, God knowes whether we shall fee the end or no.

3. Soul. Well, I thinke the King could wifh himselfe
Vp to the necke in the middle of the Thames,
And so I would he were, at all aduentures, and I with him,
King. Now mafters good morrow, what chare ?

3. Soul. I ftaith small cheere some of vs is like to haue,
Ere this day to an end.

King. Why feare nothing man, the king is frolike,

2. Soul. I he may be, for he hath no caufe as we.

King. Nay fay not so, he is a man as we are,

The Violet smels to him as vnto vs;

Therefore if he fee reafons, he feares as we do,

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2. *Soul*. But the King hath a heavy reckoning to make,
If his cause be not good; when all those Soules
Whose bodies shall be slaughtered here,
Shall ioyne together at the latter day,
And say I dyed at such a place. Some fwearing;
Some their wiues rawly left;
Some leauing their children poore behinde them.
Now if his cause be bad,
I thinke it will be a greeuous matter to him.

King. Why so you may say, if a man send his SERUANT
As Factor into another Country,
And he by any meanes miscarry,
You may say the businesse of the Master
Was the author of his SERUANTS mis-fortune.
Or if a fonne be imployd by his father,
And he fall into any leud action, you may say the father
Was the author of his fonnes damnation.
But the master is not to answer for his SERUANT.
The father for his fonne,nor the king for his subiects;
For they purpose not their deaths,
When they craue their SERUICES;
Some there are that haue the gift
Of premeditated murder on them:
Others the broken scale of Forgery, in beguiling maidens
Now if these out-strip the law,
Yet they cannot escape Gods punishment.
War is Gods Beadle. War is Gods vengeance:
Euery man SERUICE is the Kings:
But euery man Soule is his owne.
Therefore I would haue euery Souldier examine himselfe,
And wash euery moth out of his conscience,
That in so doing, he may be the readier for death;
Or not dying, why the time was well spent,
Wherein such preparation was made.
3. *Soul*. If faith he faies true,
Euery man's fault is on his owne head,

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I would not haue the king answer for me,
Yet I intend to fight lustily for him.
King. Well, I heard the king wold not be ransomed.
2. *Soul*. I he said so, to make vs fight;
But when our throats be cut, he may be ransomed,
And we neuer the wiser.

King. If I liue to see that, ile neuer truſt his word againe.
2. *Soul*. Maſſe you'l pay him then,
Tis a great diſpleasure that an elder
Gun can do againſt a Cannon,
Or a ſubieſt againſt a Monarch.

You'l neuer take his word againe, you are a naffe, goe.

King. Your reproofe is somewhat too bitter;
Were it not at this time I could be angry.

2. *Soul*. Why let it be a quartrell if thou wilt.

King. How ſhall I know thee?

2. *Soul*. Here's my gloue, which if euer I see in thy hat,
Ile challenge thee, and strike thee.

King. Here is likewise another of mine,
And affure thee ile weare it.

2. *Soul*. Thou darſt as well be hangd.

3. *Soul*. Be friends you fooles,
We haue French quarrels enow in hand,
We haue no need of English broyles.

King. Tis no treason to cut French Crownes,
For to morrow the King himselfe will be a clipper.

Exit the ſouldiers.

Enter to the King, Gloucester, Epingham,
and Attendants.

King. O God of battels steele my ſouldiers harts,
Take from them now the fence of reckoning,
That the appoſed multitudes which stand before them,
May not appale their courage.

O not too day, not too day! O God,
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Thinke on the fault my father made,
In compassing the Crowne.

I Richards body haue interred new,
And on it hath beſtow'd more contrite teares,
Then from it ilſued forced drops of blood;
A hundred men haue I in yearely pay,
Which euery day their witherred hands hold vp.

To heauen,to pardon blood,

And I haue built two Chanceries,more will I do:
Though all that I can do is all too little.

Enter Gloſter.

Glo. My Lord.

King. My brother Gloſters voice.

Glo. My Lord,the army ſtayes vpon your preſence.

Kin. Stay Gloſter ſtay,and I will go with thee,

The day, my friends,and all things ſtayes for me.

Enter Clarence,Gloſter,Exeter,& Salisbury.

War. My Lords, the French are very strong,
Ex. There's ſiue to one, and yet they are all fresh.

War. Of fighting men they haue full forty thouſand.

Sal. The oddes is all too great. Farwell kinde Lords :

Braue Clarence,and my Lord of Gloſter,

My Lord of Warwicke,and to all farewell,

Cla. Farewell kinde Lords,fight valiantly to day.

And yet in truth I do thee wrong,

For thou art made on the true iparkes of honor.

Enter King.

War. O would we had but ten thouſand men

Now at this inſant, that doth not worke in England.

Kin. Whofe that, that wishes ſo,my couſen Warwick ?

Gods will I would not looſe the honour

One man would ſhare from me,

Not for my kingdome.

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No faith my Cofen, wiſh not one man more,
Rather proclaime it preſently through our camp

That he that hath no ſomacke to this feaſt
Let him depart,his paſport ſhall bee drawne,

And crownes for conuoy put into his purſe,
We would not dye in that mans company,

That feares his fellowſhip to dye with vs.

This day is called the day of Crispin :

He that out-lies this day, and fees olde age,

Shall ſtand a tipto when this day is named,

And rowſe him at the name of Crispin.

He that out-lies this day, and comes ſafe home,
Shall yearly on the vigill ſeaſt his friends,

And ſay, to morrow is S. Crispins day:

Then ſhall we in their flowing boules

Be newly remembred. Harry the King,

Bedford and Exeter, Clarence, and Gloſter,

Warwicke, and Yorke,

Familiar in their mouths as household wordes.

This ſtory ſhall the good man tell his ſon,

And from this day vnto the generall doome,

But we in it ſhall be remembred.

We ſew, we happy ſew, we bond of brothers,

For he to day that ſheds his blood by mine

Shall be my brother. Be he nere ſo bafe

This day ſhall gentle his condition.

Then ſhal he ſtrip his ſleeues,& ſhew his ſcars,

And ſay, theſe wounds I had on Crispins day.

And Gentlemen in England now a bed,
Shall thinke themſelues accuſt,

They were not there, when any ſpeakes

That fought with vs vpon S. Crispines day.

Glo. My gracious Lord,

The French is in the field.

Kin. Why all things are ready if our minde be ſo.

War. Periſh the man whose minde is backward now,

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King. Thou doft not wifh more helpe from England,
Conſen?

War. Gods will my Liege, would you and I alone,
Without more helpe, might fight this battell out.
Why well faid, That doth pleafe me better,
Then to wifh me one. You know your charge,
God be with you all.

Enter the Herauld from the French.

Her. Once more I come to know of thee king Henry,
What thou wift gie for ransome?
King. Who hath ſent thee now?
Her. The Conſtable of France.
King. I prethee beare my former anſwer backe,
Bid them atchieue me, and then ſell my bones.
Good God, why ſhould they mocke good ſellowes thus?
The man that once did ſell the Lyons-skin
VWhile the beaſt liu'd, was kild with hunting him.
And many of our bodies ſhall no doubt
Finde graues within your Realme of France:
Though buried in your dunghils, we ſhall be famed,
For there the Sunne ſhall greete them,
And draw vp their honors reaking vp to heauen,
Leauing their earthly parts to choake your clime;
The ſmell whereof, ſhall breed a plague in France;
Marke then abundant valour in our English,
That being dead, like to the bullets crasing,
Breakes ſoorth into a ſecond course of miſchieſe,
Killing in relaps of mortality:
Let me ſpeake proudly,
There's not a peec of feather in our Campe,
Good argument I hope we ſhall not flye,
And time hath worne vs into ſloutendry.
But by the maffe, our hearts are in the trim,
And my poore ſouldiers tell me, yet ere night

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They'l be in freeſher robes, or they will plucke
The gay new cloaths ore your French ſouldiers eares,
And turne them out of ſeruice. If they do this,
As if it pleafe God they ſhall,
Then ſhall our ransome ſoone be leuied;
Sae thou thy labour Herauld,
Come thou no more for ransome, gentle Herauld.
They ſhall haue nought I ſweare, but theſe my bones:
Which if they haue, as I will leaue vs them,
VWill yeeld them little, tell the Conſtable.

Her. I ſhall deliuer so.

Exit Herald.

Yorke. My gracious Lord, vpon my knee I craue
The leading of the vaward.
King. Take it braue Yorke.
Come ſouldiers let's away,
And as thou pleafeſt God, diſpofe the day.

Exit.

Enter the foure French Lords.

Gebon. O diabello.
Con. Mor du mavie.
Orle. O what a day is this !
Bwr. O Iour dei houte all is gone, all is loſt.
Con. VVe are enow yet liuing in the field,
To ſmother vp the English,
If any order might be thought vpon.

Bwr. A plague of order, once more to the field,
And he that will not follow Bwrbon now,
Let him go home, and with his cap in hand,
Like a bafe leno hold the chamber doore,
VWhy leaſt by a ſlaue no gentler then my dog,
His faireſt daughter is contamuracke.
Con. Diſorder that hath spoild vs, right vs now,
Come we in heapes, wee'l offer vp our lives
Vnto theſe English, or else die with fame.

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Come, come along,
Let's dye with honor, our shame doth last too long.

Exit omnes

Enter Pistoll, the French man, and the boy.

Pist. Eyld cur, eyld cur.

French. O Monsieur, je vou en pree aues petite de moy.

Pist. Moy shall not ferue, I will haue forty moys.

Boy, aske his name.

Boy. Comant ettes vous apelles ?

Fren. Monsieur Fer.

Boy. He fayes his name is master Fer.

Pist. Ile Fer him, and ferit him, and ferke him,

Boy, discuffe the fame in French.

Boy. Sir I do not know what's French for Fer, ferite, and
fearke.

Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat.

Boy. Feate, you preat, ill voulles couple votre gorge.

Pist. Onye ma foy couple la gorge,

Vnleffes thou giue to me egregious ranfome, dye.

One point of a fox,

Fren. Qui dit ill monfieur,

Ill ditye fi vou ny vouly pa domy luy.

Boy. La gran ranfome, ill voutueres,

Fren. O ie vous en pri petit gentelhome, parle

A cee, gran Captaine, pour auez mercie

A moy, ey ice donerees pour mon ranfome

Cinquante ocios. Ie fuyes vngentelhome de France.

Pist. What fayes he boy ?

Boy. Marry fir he fayes he is a gentleman of a great
House of France, and for his ranfome,

He will giue you 500. Crownes.

Pist. My fury shall abate,

And I the Crownes will take,

And as I fucke blood, I will some mercie shew.

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of Henry the fifth,

Follow me cur.

Exit omnes

Enter the King, his Nobles, and Pistoll.

King. What the French retire ?

Yet als not done, the French keepes still the field.

Ex. The Duke of Yorke commends him to your Grace.

Kin. Liues he good vnkle, twice I saw him downe,

Twice vp againe :

From helmet to the spur, all bleeding ore.

Exe. In which array, braue souldier doth he lye,
Larding the plaines, and by his bloody side,
Yoake-fellow to his honour-dying wounds,
The Noble Earle of Suffolke also lyes.

Suffolke first dyed, and Yorke all wounded ore
Comes to him where in blood he lay all steept,
And takes him by the beard, kiffes the gashes
That bloudily did yawne upon his face,

And cryed alowd, tarry deere cousin Suffolke :

My foule shall thine keepe company in heauen :

Tarry deere foule awhile, then flye to reft :

And in this glorious and well-foughten field,
We kept togither in our Chivalry:

Vpon these words I came and cheer'd them vp,

He took me by the hand, faide deere my Lorde,

Commend my feruice to my Soueraigne,

So did he turne, and ouer Suffolkes necke

He threw his wounded arme, and so espou'd to death
With blood he sealed. An argument.

Of neuer-ending loue.

The pretty and sweete manner of it,

For'd those waters from me, which I would haue flopte,

But I had not so much of man in me,

But all my mother came into my eyes,

And gaue me vp to teares.

Kin. I blame you not: for hearing you,
I muft conuert to teares.

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V What new alarum is this?

Bid euery fouldier kill his prifoner.

Pist, Couple gorge.

Exit omnes.

Enter Ellwellen, and Captaine Gower.

Flew. Godes plud kill the boyes and the lugyge,
Tis the attants peeece of knauery as can be deuired
In the worell now, in your confience now.

Gower. Tis certaine, there's not a boy left aliue,
And the cowardly rafcals that ran from the battell,
Themeflues haue done this slaughter;
Befide, they haue carried away and burnt
All that was in the Kings Tent.

VV hereupon the king cauſed euery prifoners

Throat to be cut. Oh he is a worthy King.

Flew. I, he was borne at Monmouth;

Captaine Gower, what call you the place where
Alexander the big was borne?

Gower. Alexander the great.

Flew. V Vhy I pray, is not big great?

As if I fay, big, or great, or magnanimous,
I hope tis all one reckoning,

Saue the phrase is a little variation.

Gower. I thinke Alexander the great

VV as borne at Macedon,

His father was called Philip of Macedon,
As I take it.

Flew. I, thinke it was Macedon indeed

VV here Alexander was borne :

Looke you Captaine Gower,

And if you looke into the Maps of the worell well,

You shall finde little difference betweene

Macedon and Monmouth. Looke you, there is

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of Henry the fifth.

A Ruer in Macedon, and there is alfo a Ruer
In Monmouth, the Riuers name at Monmouth
Is called Wye.

But tis out of my braine what is the name of the other;
But tis all one, tis so like, as my fingers is to fingers,
And there is Samons in both.

Looke you Captaine Gower, and you marke it,
You shall finde our King is come after Alexander,
God knowes, and you know, that Alexander in his
Bowles, and his Ales, and his wrath, & his displeaures
And indignations, was kill his friend Clitus.

Gow. I but our King is not like him in that,
For he neuer kild any of his friends.

Flew. Looke you, tis not well done to take the tale out
Of a mans mouth, ere it is made an end and finishe'd:
I speake in the comparisons, as Alexander is kill
His friend Clitus : so our King being in his ripe
Wits and iudgements, is turne away the fat Knite

With the great belly doublet:
I am forget his name.

Gower. Sir John Falstaffe.

Flew. I, I thinke it is. Sir John Falstaffe indeed,
I can tell you, there's good men borne at Monmouth,

Enter the King and his Lords.

King. I was not angry ſince I came in France,
Vntill this houre.

Take a Trumpet Herauld,
And ride vnto the horſemen on yon hill:

If they will fight with vs, bid them come downe,
Or leau e the field, they do off end our fight.
Will they do neither, we will come to them,

And make them skyr away, as fast

As ſtones enforc'd from the old Affyrian flings.
Befides, weel cut the throats of thofe we haue,
And not one aliue shall taſte our mercy.

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Gods will what means this? knowst thou not
That we haue fined these bones of ours for ransome!

Her. I come great King for charitable favour,

To fort our Nobles from our common men,
We may haue leaue to bury all our dead,
Which in the fielde lye Spoiled and troden on,

Kin. I tell thee truly Herald,

I do not know whether the day be ours or no :
For yet a many of your French do keepe the field.

Her. The day is yours.

Kin. Praised be God therefore :

What Castle call you that ?

Her. We call it Agincourt.

Kin. Then call we this the field of Agincourt,

Fought on the day of Crispin, Crispianus,

Flew. Your Grandfather of famous memory,

If your Grace be remembred,

Is do good seruice in France.

King. Tis true Flewellen.

Flew. Your Maiesty fayes very true.

And it please your Maiesty,

The Welshmen there was do good seruice,
In a Garden where Leekes did grow,

And I thinke your Maiesty will take no scorne,

To weare a Leeke in your cap vpon S, Dauies day.

King. No Flewellen, for I am Welsh as well as you.

Flew. All the water in Wye will not wash your welch

Blood out of you. God keepe it, and preferue it,

To his graces will and pleafure.

King. Thankes good Countrey-man.

Flew. By Iesu I am your Maiesties Countryman, (man.

I care not who kno it, so long as your maiety is an honest

King. God keepe me so. Our Herald go with him,

And bring vs the number of the scattered French,

Exit Herald.

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of Henry the fifth.

Call yonder Souldier hither.

Flew. You fellow, come to the King.

Kin. Fellow, why doft thou weare that gloue in thy hat?

Soul. And please your maiety, tis a rafcalles that I wag-
gard with me the other day : and he hath one of mine, the
which if euer I see, I haue Iworne to strike him: so hath he
the like to mee.

Kin. How thinke you Flewellen, is it lawfull to keep his
Oath ?

Fl. And it please your Maiety tis lawful to keep his vow
If he be periur'd once, he is as arrant a beggarly knaue, as
treads vpon too blacke shooes.

King. His enemy may be a Gentleman of worth.

Flew. And if he be as good a Gentleman as Lucifer and
Belzebub, and the diuell himselfe,

Tis meete he keepe his vow.

King. Well firrha keepe your word,

Under what Captaine SERUEST thou?

Soul. Under Captaine Gower.

Flew. Captaine Gower is a good Captaine,

And hath good litterature in the warres.

Kin. Go call him hither.

Soul. I will my Lord.

Exit Souldier.

Kin. Captaine Flewellen, when Alanjon and I
Were downe together, I tooke this gloue from's helmet,
Heere Flewellen weare it.

If any challenge it, he is a friend of Alonsous,
And an enemy to me.

Flew. Your Maiety doth me as great a fauour,
As can be desired in the hearts of his subiects.

I would see that man now that wold challenge this gloue
And it please God of his grace I would but see him,
That is all.

King. Flewellen knowst thou Captaine Gower ?

Flew. Captaine Gower is my friend

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And if it like your maiety, I know him very well.

King. Go call him hither.

Flew. I will and it shall please you maiety.

Kim. Follow Flewellen closely at the heeles,

The gloue he weares, it was the soldiers:

It may be there will be harme betweene them,

For I do know Flewellen valiant,

And being toucht, as hot as Gun-powder :

And quickly will returne an inury.

Go see there be no harme betweene them.

Enter Captaine Gower, Flewellen, and the
Soldier.

Flew. Captaine Gower, in the name of Iesu

Come to his maiety, there is more good towards you

Then you can dreame of.

Soul. Do you heare, you fir,

Do you know this gloue ?

Flew. I know the gloue is a gloue.

Soul. Sir I know this, and thus I challenge it.

He strikes him.

Flew. Gods plut, and his Captaine Gower stand away,
Ile giue treason his due presently.

Enter the King, Warwick, Clarence,
and Exeter.

King. How now? What's the matter ?

Flew. And it shall please your maiety,

Heere is the notablest peece of treason come to light

As you shall desire to see in a sommers day.

Heere is a rascall, beggerly rascall is strike the gloue,

Which your maiety in person

Tooke out of the Helmet of Alanson :

And your maiety will beare me witnesses,

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of Henry the fife.

And teftimonies, and auouchments,

That this is the gloue.

Soul. And it please your maiety,

That was my gloue.

He that I gaue it to in the night,

Promifed me to weare it in his hat :

I promifed to strike him if he did.

I met that Gentleman with my gloue in's hat,

And I thinke I haue bene as good as my worde.

Flew. Your Maiety heares,

Vnder your Maietyes man-hoode,

What a beggerly lowfie knaue it is,

King. Let me see thy gloue.

Looke you, this is the fellow of it.

It was I indeede you promifed to strike.

And thou haft giuen me moft bitter words,

How canst thou make vs amends ?

Flew. Let his necke anſwer it,

If there be any marshals law in the worrell.

Soul. My Liege,

All offences come from the heart :

Neuer came any from mine

To offend your Maiety.

You appear to me but as a common man:

Witnesſe the night, your garments,

Your lowlineſſe; and what ſoever

You receiued vnder that habite,

I befeech your maiety, impute it

To your owne fault, and not to mine.

For your ſelſe came not like your ſelſe :

Hadyou beene as you ſeemed then to mee,

I had made no offence, my gracious Lord,

Therefore I befeech your grace to pardon me.

Kin. Vnckle, fill the gloue with Crownes,

And giue it to the ſouldier.

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As an honour in thy cap, till I do challenge it.
Gie him the Crownes. Come Captaine Flewellen,
I must needs haue you friends.

Flew. By Iefus, the fellowe hath mettall enough in his
belly.

Harke you fouldier, There is a filling for you,
And keepe your felfe out of brawles,
Aud prabbles, and diffentions,
And looke you, it shall be the better for you.

Soul, Ile none of your money fir, not I.

Flew. Why tis a good filling man:

Why should you be queamith?

Your shooes are not so good.

It will ferue you to mend your shooes.

Kin. What men of fort are taken vnckle?

Exe. Charles Duke of Orleance, Nephew to the King,
John Duke of Burbon, and Lord Bouchquell.

Of other Lords and Barons, Knights and Squires,

Full fifteene hundred, besides common men.

This note doth tell me of ten thousand
French, that in the fieldel lyes flaine.

Of Nobles bearing banners in the fielde,
Charles de le Brute, high Conftanble of France,
Iaques of Chatillian, Admirall of France,

The master of the Crosse-bowes, John Duke Alonson,
Lord Rambieres, high Master of France.

The braue fir Gwiznard, Dolphin. Of Nobelle Charillas,
Gran Prie and Roffe, Fawconbridge and Foy,
Gerard and Verton, Vandemant and Lefra.

King. Heeres was a royall fellowship of death,
Where is the number of our English dead?

Exe. Edward the Duke of Yorke, the Earle of Suffolk,
Sit Richard Ketly, Dany Gam Esquire,

Aud of all the other, but fiue and twenty.

King. O God, thy arme was heere,
And vnto thee alone, acribe we praise:

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of Henry the fize.

When without stratageme,
And euen in shocke of battell, was euer heard
So great and little loffe, on one part and another?

Take it O God, for it is onely thine.

Exe. Tis wonderful.

Kin. Come, let vs go on proceffion through the campe:
Let it be death proclaim'd to any man

To boast heereof, or take the praise from God,
Which is his due.

Flew. Is it lawfull, and it pleafe your Maiety,
To tell how many is kild?

Kin. Yes Flewellen,
But with this acknowledgement,
That God fought for vs.

Flew. Yes in my confcience, he did vs great good.

kin. Let there be fung Nououes and Te Deum,
The dead with charity enter'd in clay:

Weel then to Calice, and to England then,

Where nere from France, arriu'd more happier men.

Exit omnes.

Enter Gower and Flewellen.

Gower. But why do you weare your Leeke to day?
Saint Davies is paft ?

Flew. There is occasion Captaine Gower,
Looke you why, and wherefore :
The other day looke you, Pistolles.

Which you know is a man of no merites
In the worell, is come where I was the other day.
And brings bread and salt, and biddes mee

Eat my Leeke: twas in a place, looke you,
Where I could mooue no diffentions,

But if I can see him, I shall tell him
A little of my desires.

Gow. Heere he comes swelling like a Turky-cocke.

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Flewellen. Tis no matter for his swelling, and his turkl-
cockes.

God pleffe you Ancient Piftoll, you call,
Beggerly, lowfy knaue, God pleffe you.

Pift. Ha, art thou Bedlem?

Dost thou thurst bare Troyan,

To haue me folde vp Parcas fatall web?

Hence, I am qualmish at the smell of Leeke.

Flew. Ancient Piftoll.

I would desire you because it doth not agree
With your stomackes, and your appetites,
And your digestions, to eate this Leeke.

Pift. Not for Cadwallader and all his Goats.

Flew. There is one Goate for you, ancient Piftol.

He strikes him.

Pift. Bare Troyan, thou shall dye.!

Flewellen. I, I know I shall dye :

But in the meane time, I would desire you
To liue and eate this Leeke.

Gower. Enough Captaine,

You haue aftonisht him, it is enough.

Flewel. Aftonisht him,

By Iesu, Ile beate his head foure dayes
And foure nights too, but Ile make him
Eate some part of my Leeke.

Pift. Well muft I bite?

Flew. I out of queftion, or doubt, or ambiguities,
You muft bite.

He makes Ancient Piftoll bite of the Leeke.

Piftol. Good, good.

Flewel.

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Flewellen. I Leekes are good, ancient Piftoll.

Looke you now, there is a filling for you

To heale your bloody coxcombe,

Pift. Me a fhilling.

Flew. If you will not take it,

I haue another Leeke for you,

Pift. I take thy chilling in earneſt of reckoning.

Flew. If I owe you any thing,

I will pay you in Cudgelles :

You shall be a Wood-monger,

And buy Cudgels. And so God be with you

Ancient Piftoll, God pleſſe you,

And heale your broken pate.

Ancient Piftoll, if you fee Leekes another time,
Mocke at them, that is all: God bwy you.

Exit Flewellen.

Pift. All hell shall stirre for this.

Doth Fortune play the hufwife with me now?

Is honour cudgeld from my warlike loynes ?

Well France farewell, newes haue I certainly

That Doll is ſicke. One malady of France.

The warres affoordeth nought, home will I trug,

Baud will I turne, and vſe the flight of hand :

To England will I ſteale,

And there Ile ſteale :

And patches will I get vnto these ſcarres,

And ſweare I gat them in the Gallia warres. I

Exit Piftok.

Enter at one doore, the King of England and his
Lords.

And at the other doore, the King of France, Queene
Katherinė, the Duke of Burben,
and others.

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Harry. Peace to this meeting,
Wherefore we are met,
And to our brother France, faire time of day.
Faire health vnto our louely cousin Katherine,
And as a branch, and member of this stocke,
We do salute you, Duke of Burgundy.

Fran. Brother of England,
Right ioyous are we to behold your face,
So are we Princes English euery one.
Duke. With pardon vnto your mightineffe
Let it not displease you, if I demaund
What rub or barre hath thus farre hindred you
To keepe you from the gentle speech of peace?

Har. If Duke of Burgundy you would haue peace,
You muft buy that peace,
According as we haue drawne our Articles.

Fran. We haue but with a curforary eye
Ore-view'd them; pleaseth your Grace,
To let some of your Counsell fit with vs,
We shall returne our peremptory answer.

Har. Go Lords, and fit with them, and bring vs answer backe.
yet leaue our cousin Katherine heere behind.
Fran. Withall our hearts.

Exit French King and the Lords.

Manet, king Henry, Katherine, and the
Gentlewoman.

Har. Now Kate,
You haue a blunt wooner heere left with you.
If I could winne thee at Leape-frog,
Or with vauting with my armour on my backe
Into my faddles,
Without bragge be it spoken,
I'd make compare with any.

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of Henry the fift.

But leauing that Kate,
If thou takest me now,
Thou shalt haue me at the worft,
And in wearing thou shall haue me better and better,
Thou shall haue a face that is not worth fun-burning.
But doest thou thinke, that thou and I,
Betweene Saint Denis and Saint George,
Shall get a boy, that shall go to Constantinople,
And take the great Turke by the beard?

Ha, Kate.
Kate. Is it possible dat me fall

Loue de enemy de France.

Harry. No Kate,
It is vnpossible you should loue the enemy of France:
For Kate I loue France so well,
That Ile not leaue a village,
Ile haue it all mine. Then Kate, I

When France is mine,
And I am yours :
Then France is yours,
And you are mine.

Kate. I cannot tell what is dat.

Harry. No Kate,
Why Ile tell you in French,
Which will hang vpon my tongue, like a bride
On her new married husband.

Let me see, Saint Dennis be my speede.

Quan France & mon.
Kate. Dat is, when France is yours.

Harry. Et vous ettes amoy.

Kate. And I am to you.

Harry. Douck France ettes a vous.

Kate. Den France fall be mine.

Harry. Et ie suyues a vous.

Kate. And you will be to me.

Har. Wilt beleeue me Kate ? Tis easier for me

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To conquer the kingdome,

Then to speake so much more French,

Kate. A your Maiety

Has false France enough, to deceiue

De beſt Lady in France.

Harry. No faith Kate not I.

But Kate prethee tell me in plaine tearmed,

Doſt thou loue me?

Kate. I cannot tell.

Harry. No: Can of any your Neighbours tel,

Ile ask them.

Come Kate, I know you loue me.

And soone when you are in your Cloſſet,

Youle queſtion this Lady of me:

But I pray thee sweet Kate, vſe me mercifully,

Because I loue thee cruelly.

That I ſhall dye Kate, is ſure:

But for thy loue by the Lord neuer.

What wench.

A straight backe will grow crooked,

A round eye will grow hollow,

A great legge will waxe ſmall,

A curld pate prooue bald:

But a good heart Kate is the Sun and the Moon,

And rather the Sun and not the Moone:

And therefore Kate take me,

Take a ſouldier, take a ſouldier,

Take a king:

Therefore tell me Kate, wilt thou haue mee?

Kate. Dat is as pleafe de king my Father.

Harry. Nay it will pleafe him,

Nay it shall please him Kate,

And vpon that condition Kate ile kiffe thee.

Ka. O mon du ie ne voudroy faire quelk choffe

Pour toute le monde,

Ce ne poynt votree fachion en fauor.

Harry

of Henry the fifth.

Harry. What ſayes the Lady?

Lady. Dat it is not de ſaſion in France

For de maides, befor da be married to

May ſoy ie oblye, what is to baffe?

Her. To kiffe, to kiffe.

O that is not the ſaſion in France

For the maids to kiffe before they are married,

Lady. Owye see votree grace:

Her. Well, weel breake that custome.

Therefore Kate patience perſorce and yeelde.

Before God Kate you haue witcheraſt.

In your kiffes:

And may perſwade with me more

Then all the French Councell.

Your father is returned.

Enter the Kings of France, and the
Lorders.

How now my Lords?

Fran. Brother of England,

We haue ordered the Articles,

And haue agreed to all that we in ſedule had,

Exe. Onely he hath not ſubſcribed this,
Where your Maiety demands,

That the King of France having any occasion

To write for matter of graut,

Shall name your Highneſſe in this ſorme:

And with this addition in French,

Noſtre tresher ſilz, Henry Roy d'Angleterre,

E heare de France, And thus in Latine:

Preclariffimus filius nostre Henricus Rex Angliae,
Et heres Francie.

Fran. Nor this haue we so nicely ſood vpon,
But you faire brother may intreat the ſame.

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Harry