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

Pist. A noble shalt thou haue, and readie pay,
And liquor like wife will I giue to thee,
And friendship shall combind and brotherhood :

Ile liue by Nim as Nim shall liue by me :
Is not this iust? for I shall Sut'er be
Vnto the Campe, and profit will occrue,

Nim. I shall haue my noble?

Pist. In cash most truly paid.

Nim. Why there's the humour of it.

Enter Hostes.

Hostes. As ever you came of men come in,
Sir John poore foule is to troubled
With a burning tanflan contigian feuer, is wonder full.

Pist. Let vs condol 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
these traytors.

Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by.

Gloster. I but the man that was his bedfellow

Whom he hath dloyed and graced with princely favours
That he should for a forraine purse, to fell

His Soueraignes life to death and trechery.

Exe. O the Lord of Masham.

Enter the King and three Lords,

King. Now firſt the windes faire, and we wil aboord;
My Lord of Cambridge, and my Lord of Masham,
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?

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

Cam. Neues

of Henry the fifth.

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

Gray. Euen thoſe that were your fathers enemies
Haue keept their galles in honey for your ſake.
King. We therefore haue great cauſe of thankfulneſſe,

And I shall forget the office of our hands :
Sooner then reward and merit,
According to their cauſe and worthineſſe.

Masham. So ſeruice shall with ſteeled finewes ſhin,
And labour shall refresh it ſelſe with hope

To do your Grace inceſſant ſeruice.

King. Vncle of Exeter, enlarge the man
Committed yelſterday, that rayled againſt our perſon,
We consider it was the heat of wine that fet him on,
And on his more aduice we pardon him.

Masham. That is mercie, but too much ſecuritie :
Let him bee puniſt Soueraigne, leaſt the example of
(him,

Breed more of ſuch a kinde.

King. O let vs yet be merciſull.

Cam. So may your highneſſe, and puniſh too.

Gray. You ſhow great mercie if you giue him life,

After the taſte of his correction.

King. Alas your too much care and loue of me
Are heavy orions gainſt the poore wretched,
If little faults proceeding on diſtemper should not bee
(winked at,

How should we stretch our ey'e, when capitall crimes,
Chewed, ſwallowed and diſgeſt, 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 puniſh.

Now to our French cauſes.

Who are the late Commiſſioners ?

Cam. Me one my Lord, your highneſſe bad me aske for
it to day.

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Mash, So did you me my Souveraigne.

Gray. And me my Lord.

King. Then Richard Earle of Cambridge there is yours.

There is your my Lord of Maffam.

And fir Thomas Gray knight of Northumberland, this fame is
Read them, and know we know your worchinesſle. (yours)
Vnckle Exeter I will aboord to night.

Why how now Gentlemen, why change you colour?

What fee you in those papers?

That hath fo chafed your blood out of apparances.

Cam. I do confefle my fault, and do rubbat me.

To your highneſſe mercie.

Maff. To which we all appeale.

King. The mercy which was quit in vs, but late.

By your owne reaſons is forſtald and done:

You muſt not dare for ſhame to aske for mercy,

For your owne confidence turne upon your boſomſes,

As dogs vpon their mailſers worrying them.

See you my Princes, and my noble Peeres,

Thefe English monsters :

My Lord of Cambridge here.

You know how apt we were to grace him,

In all things belonging to his honours.

And this vilde man hath for a ſewe light crownes,

Lightly confpir'd and ſworne vnto the praeſules of France:

To kill vs here in Hampton. To the which,

This knight no leſſe in bountie bound to vs

Then Cambridge is, haah likewife ſworne.

But oh what ſhall I ſay to thee falſe man,

Thou cruell ingratefull and inhumane creature,

Thou that didt beare the key of all my counſell,

That knewſt the very ſecrets of my heart,

That almoſt mightſt a coyned me into gold,

Wouldſt thou a praeſiſe on me for thy vfe:

Can it be poffible that out of thee

Should proceed one ſparke that might annoy my ſinger?

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of Henry the fifth.

Tis for ſtrange, that tho the truth doth ſhowe as groſe

As black from white, mine eye wil fearely ſee it.

Their faults are open, arreſt them to the anſwer of the lawe,
And God acquit them of their praeſules.

Exe. I arreſt thee of high treaſon,

By the name of Richard, Earle of Cambridge.

I areſt thee of high treaſon,

By the name of Henry, Lord of Maffam.

I areſt thee of high treaſon,

By the name of Thomas Gray, knight of Northumberland,

Maff. Our purpofes God juſtly hath diſcouered,

And I repent my fault more then my death,

Which I befecch your maieſtie forgiue,

Altho my body pay the price of it,

King. God quit you in his mercy. Heare your ſentence.

You haue confired againſt our royall perſon,

Ioyned with an enemy, proclaimed and fix'd.

And ſo his coffers receiued the golden earneſt of our death
Touching our perſon we feeke no redreſſe.

But we our king domes ſafetie muſt ſo tender

Whose ruine you haue fought,

That to our lawes we do deliuer you, (death,

Get ye therefore hence: poore miferable creatures to your

The taſte whereof, God in his mercſy giue you (amife:

Patience to endure, and true repentance of all your deeds

Beare them hence.

Exit three Lords.

Now Lords to France. The enterprize whereof,

Shall be to you as vs, ſuſeſſuall.

Since God cut off this dangerous treaſon lurking in our way

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, Pisstoll, Bardolfes, Hoftes and a Boy.

Hoſt. I prethy fweete heart, let me bring thee to farre as
(Stanes,

Pisſ. No fur, no fur.

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

Hoſt, I, he is in Arthors boſom, if euer any were:
He went away as if it were a cry ſombd childe,
Betweene twelue and one,
Iuſt at turning of the tide:
His nose was as ſharpe as a pen:
For when I ſaw him fumble with the ſheetes,
And talk of ſloures, and ſmile vpō 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 think of God,
I hope there was no ſuch need.
Then he bad me put more cloathes at his feete:
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, and vpward, and all was as cold as any ſtone
Nim. They ſay he cride out on Sack.

Hoſt. I that he did.

Boy. And of women.

Hoſt. No that he did not.

Boy. Yes that he did: and he ſed they were diuels incarnat,
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 whole of
(Babylon,

Boy. Hoſtes do you remember he faw a Flea ſtand
Vpon Bardolfes Noſe, and ſed it was a black foule
Burning in hell fire?

Bar.

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.

Pisſ. Cleare vp thy criftalles,
Looke to my chattels and my moueables.
Traſt none the word is pitch and pay:

(Mens words are waſer cakes,
And holdſaſt is the only dog my deare.

Therefore cophetua be thy counſellor,
Touch her ſoft lips and part.

Bar. Farewell hoſtes.
Nim. I cannot kis: and there's the humor of it.
But adieu.

Pisſ. 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 fee the King of England is not ſlack,
For he is ſtooted on this land already.

Dolphin. My gratious Lord, tis meet we all goe
And arme vs againſt the foe: (tooth,

And view the weak & ſickly parts of France:
But let vs do it with no ſhow of ſeare,
No with no more, then if we heard
England were buſied with a Moris 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 ſelfe,

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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 andfuered 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 here is an Embassador

From the King of England.

Kin. Bid him come in.

You fee this chafe is hotly followed Lords.

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

Enter Exeter.

King. From our brother England?

Exe. From him, and thus he greets your Maieſtie:

He wils you in the name of God Almightie,

That you deueſt your ſelſe and lay apart

That borrowed tytle, which by gift of heauen,

Of lawe of nature, and of nations, longs

To him and to his heires, namely the crowne

And all wide stretched titles that belongs

Vnto the Crowne of France, that you may know

Tis no finifter, nor no awkward claime,

Picket from the worm: holes of old vanilſt dayes,

Nor from the duſt of old obliuion rackte,

He ſends you theſe moſt memorable lynes,

In every branch truly demonstrated:

Willing you ouerlooke this pedigree,

And when you finde him euenly deriued

From his moſt famed and famous anceſtors,

Edward the third, he bids you then refiſe

Your crowne and kingdome, indirectly held

From him, the native and true challenger.

King.

of Henry the fifth.

King. If not, what followes?

Exe. Bloody coſtraint, for if you hide the crown

Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it:

Therefore in ſierce tempeſt is he comming,

In thunder, and in earthquake, like a Ioue,

That if requiring faile, he will compell it:

And on your headturnes he the widowes teares,

The Orphanes' cries, the dead mens bones,

The pining maydens grones.

For husbands, fathers, and diſtrefſed louers,

Which ſhall be ſwallowed in this controuſe.

This is his claime, his threatening, and my meſſage.

Vnles the Dolphin be in prefence here,

To whom expreſſly we bring greeting too.

Dol. For the Dolphin? I stand here for him,

What to heare from England.

Exe. Scorn & defiance, light regard, contempt,

And any thing that may not misbecom

The mightie ſender, doth he prife you at:

Thus faith my king. Vnles your fathers highneſſe

Sweeten the bitter mocke you ſent his Maieſtie,

Heele call you to ſo loud an anſwere for it,

That caues and wombely vaultes of France

Shall chide your treſpaffe, and return your mock,

In ſecond accent of his ordenance.

Dol. Say that my father render faire reply,

It is againſt my will:

For I deſire nothing so much,

As oddes with England.

And for that cauſe according to his youth

I did preſent him with thate Paris balles.

Exe. Heele make your Paru Louer ſhake for it,

Were it the miſtreſſe Court of mightie Europe,

And be affured, youle finde a difference

As we his ſubieſts haue in wonder found:

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Betweene his yonger dayes and these he musters now,
Now he wayes time euen to the lateft graine,
Which you shall finde in your owne loffes
If he stay in France.

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

Exit omne.

Enter Nim, Bardolſe, Piftoll, Boy.
Nim, Before God here is hote ſervice.
Pift, Tis hot indeed, blowes go and come,
Gods vaffals drop and die.

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

Boy. Would I were in London:

Ide giue all my honor for a pot of Ale.

Pift. And I. If wishes would preuise, I
I would not stay, but thither would I hie.

Enter Flea, then, and beates them in.

Flew. Godes plud vp to the breaches

You rafcals, will you not vp to the breaches?
Nim. Abate thy rage, sweete 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.

Bardolſe stole a Lute, caſe, carried it three miles,
And fold it for three hapence.

Nim stole a fier ſhouell.

I knew by that, they meant to carry coales:
Well, if they will not leaue me,

I meane to leaue them.

Exit Nim, Bardolſe, Piftoll, and the Boys,
Enter Gower.

Gower. Captain Flewellan, you muſt come straight
To the Mines, to the Duke of Gileſter.

Looks

of Henry the fifth.

Fleu. Looke you, tell the Duke it is not so good
To come to the mines: the concuaueties is otherwife,
You may discuſe to the Duke, the enemy is digd
Himſelie ſiue yardes vnder the countermines
By Iefus I thinke heele blowe vp all
If there be no better direction.

Enter the King and his Lords alarum.

King. How yet refolues the Gouernour of the Towne?
This is the lateſt parley weele admit:
Therefore to our beſt mercie giue your ſelues,
Or like to men proud of deſtruction, deſie 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 aſhes ſhe be buried,
The gates of mercie are all ſhut vp.
What ſay you, will you yeeld and this auoyd,
Or guiltie in defence be thus deſtroyd?

Enter Gouernour.

Goner. Our expeſtation hath this day an end:
The Dolphin whom of ſuccour we entreated,
Retumeſs vs word, his powers are not yet ready,
To raſe ſo great a ſiege: therefore dread King,
We yeeld our towne and liues to thy ſoſt mercie:
Enter our gates, diſpofe of vs and ours,
For we no longer are defenſiue now.

Enter Katherine, Alice.

Kate. Alice, venecia, 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 de neck, e de cin, e de code.

Alice. De cudie ma foy Ie oblye, mais Ie remembre,

Le tude, o de elbo madam.

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

Alice. De elbo madam.

Kate. O Iefu, Iea obloye ma foy, e coute Ie recontera

De han, de arma, de neck, de cin, e de elbo, e ca bon.

Alice. Ma foy madam, vow parla au ſe bon Angloys
Aſie vous aues étte en Englatará.

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

Alice. Le foot, e le con.

Kate. Le for, e le con, ô Iefu! Ie ne vew poinſt parle.

Sie plus devant le che cheualires de franca,

Pur one million ma foy.

Alice, Madam, de foote, e le con.

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

Alice. Cet fort bon madam.

Kate. Aloues a diner.

Exis omnes.

Enter King of France Lord Conſable, the Dolphin,
and Burbon.

King. Tis certaine he is paſt the Riuer Some.

Con. Mordeu ma via: Shall a few ſpranes of vs,

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of Henry the fifth.

The emptying of our fathers luxerie,
Outgrow their grafters.

Bur. Normanes, baſterd Normanes, mor du
And if they paſſe vnſought with all,

Ile ſell my Dukedome for a foggy farme
In that ſhort nooke Ile of England.

Conſt. Why whence haue they this mettall ?
Is not their clymate raw, foggy and colde.

On whom as in diſdaine, the Sunne looks pale ?
Can barley broath, a drench for ſwolne Iades

Their ſodden water decockt ſuch lively blood?

And ſhall our quick blood ſpirited with wine
Seeme froſtly ? O for honour of our names,

Let vs not hang like frozen lices ſickles

Vpon our houſes tops, while they a more froſtly clymate
Sweate drops of youthfull blood.

King. Conſtable dispatch, ſend Montioy forth,
To know what willing raunſome he will giue ?
Sonne Dolphin you ſhall stay in R[ome] with me.

Del. Not so I do beſeech your Maiestie.

King. Well, I ſay it ſhal be so.

Exenunt omnes.

Enter Gower.

Go. How now Captain Flewellen, come you from the bridges?

Flew. By Iefus thers excellèt ſeruice comitted at y bridge.

Gour. Is the Duke of Exeter ſaſſe?

Flew. The duke of Exeter is a mā whom I loue, & I honor,
And I worſhip, with my ſoule, and my heart, and my life,

And my lands and my liuings,

And my vtter moſt powers.

The Duke is looke you,

God be praſed and pleaſed for it, no harme in the worl[e].

He is maintain the bridge very gallently: there is an Enſigne

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There, I do not know how you call him, but by Iefus I think
He is as valient a man as Marke Anthonie, he doth maintain
the bridge most gallantly : yet he is a man of no reckoning:
But I did see him do gallant seruice.

Gouer. How do you call him?

Flew. His name is ancient Pistoll.

Gouer. I know him not.

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Flew. Doy eu not know him, here comes the man.

Pist. Captaine, I thee be feech to do me fauour,
The Duke of Exeter doth loue thee well.

Flew. I, and I praise 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 Godes blinde that stands vpon the rowling restleſſe
(fone).

Flew. By your patience ancient Pistoll,
Fortune, looke you is painted,

Plind with a mufler before her eyes,

To signifie to you, that Fortune is plind :

And she 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 roules, and roules, and roules :

Surely the Poet is make an excellèt descriptiò of Fortune,
Fortune looke you is and excellent morall.

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

For he hath ſtolne a packs, and hanged muſt he be:

A damned death, let gallowes gape for dogs,

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

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But Exeter hath giuen the doome of death,

For packs of pettie price :

Therefore go ſpeake, the Duke will heare thy voyce,

And let not Bardolſes vitall threed be cut,

With edge of penny cord, and vile approach.

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

Flew. Captain Piftoll, I partly vnderstand your meaning.

Pist. Why then reioyce therefore.

Flew. Certainly Ancient Piftoll, 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 look you,
Difculines ought to be kept, they ought to be kept.

Pist. Die and be damned, and figa for thy friendſhip.

Flew. That is good.

Pist. The figge of Spaine within thy Iawe.

Flew. That is very well.

Pist. I lay the fig within thy bowels and thy durty maw.

Exit Piftoll.

Fle. Captain Gouer, jeannot you hear it lighten & thunders
Gouer. Why is this the Ancient you told me of?
I remember him now, he is a bawd, a cut-purſe.

Flew. By Iefus heeis vieter as prae words vpon the bridge
As you shall defire to ſee in a sommers day, but it is all one,
What he hath ſed to me, looke you, is all one.

Go. Why this is a gu l, a foolc, 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 Commaunders names.

They will learne by rote where ſeruices were done,

At such and such a ſonce, at such a breach,

At such a conuoy : who came off brauly, who was ſhot,
Who difgraced, what termes the enemie flood on.

And this they con perfectly in phrase of warre,

Which they trick vp with new tuned oathes, & what a berd
Of the Generalls cut, and a horid ſhout of the campie

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Will do among the foming bottles and alewaſt wits
Is wonderfull to be thought on: but you muſt leare

To know ſuch ſlaunders of this age,

Or eſſe you may maruellouſly be miſtooke.

Flew. Certain captain 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: here comes his Maieſtie.

Enter King, Clarence, Gloſter and others.

King. How now Flewellen, come you from the bridge?

Flew. I and it ſhall please your Maieſtie,

There is excellent ſeruice at the bridge.

King. What men haue you loft Flewellen?

Flew. And it ſhall please your Maieſtie,

The partition of the aduerſarie hath bene great,

Very reasonably great: but for our own parts, like you now,
I thinke we haue loft neuer a man, vnleſſe it be one

For robbing of a church, one Bardolſe, if your Maieſtie

Know the man, his face is full of whelkes and knubs,
And pumphes, and his breath blowes at his noſe

Like a cole, ſometimes red, ſometimes plew:

But god be praiſed, now his noſe is executed, & his fire out,

King. We would haue all offenders ſo cut off,

And we here giue expreſſe commaundment,

That there be nothing taken from the villages but paid for,
None of the French abuſed,

Or abraided with diſdainfull language:

For when cruelty and lenitie play for a Kingdome,

The gentleſt gameſter is the ſooner winner.

Enter French Herauld.

Hera. You know me by my habit.

Ki. Well the, we know thee, what ſhuld we know of thee?

Hera. My maſters minde.

King. Unfold it.

Hera. Go thee vnto Harry of England, and tell him,

Aduantage is a better ſouldier then a ſaſneſſe.

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of Henry the fifth.

Altho we did ſeeme dead, we did but flumber.

Now we ſpeake vpon our kue, and our voyce is imperiallyl,
England ſhall repent her folly: ſee her rafhneſſe,

And admire our ſufferance. Which to raunſome,

His pettineſſe would bow vnder:

For the effusion of our blood, his army is too weake:

For the diſgrace we haue borne, himſelfe

Kneeling at our ſeete, a weake and worthleſſe fatiſſaction.

To this, adde defyance. So much from the king my maſter.

King. What is thy name? we know thy qualitie.

Herald, Montioy.

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 wifdome to confefſe ſo much

Unto an enemie of craft and vantage.

My ſouldiers are with sicksneſſe much inſeebled,

My Army leſſoned, and thofe ſewe I haue,

Almost no better then ſo many French:

Who when they were in heart, I tell thee Herauld,

I thought vpon one paire of English legges,

Did march three French mens.

Yet forgiue me God, that I do brag thus:

This your heire of France hath blowne this vice in me.

I muſt repent, go tell thy maſter here I am,

My raunſome is this frayle and worthleſſe body,

My Army but a weake and sickly guarde.

Yet God before, we will come on,

If France and ſuch an other neighbour ſlood in our way:

If we may paffe, we will: if we be hindered,

We ſhal your tawny ground with your red blood diſcolour.

So Montioy get you gone; there is for your paines:

The ſum of all our anſwere is but this,

We would not ſeeke a battle as we are.

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Not as we are, we say we will not flun it.

Herauld. I shall deliuer so: thanks to your Maieſtie.

Gloſ. My Liege, I hope they will not come vpon vs now.

King. We are in Gods hand brother, not in theirs:

To night we will encampe beyond the bridge,

And on to morrow bid them march away.

Enter Burbon, Conſtable, Orleance, Gebon.

Conſt. Tut I haue the best armour in the world.

Orleance. You haue an excellent armour,

But let my horſe haue his due.

Burbon. Now you talke of a horſe, I haue a ſteed like the

Palfreyle of the ſun, nothing but pure ayre 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, a the Ginger.

Turne all the lands into eloquent tongues,

And my horſe is argument for them all:

I once writ a Sonnet in the praigne of my horſe,

And began thus. Wonder of nature.

Con. I haue heard a Sonnet begin so,

In the praigne of ones Miftrefle.

Burb. Why then did they amitate that

Which I writ in praigne of my horſe,

For my horſe is my miftrefle.

Con. Ma ſoy the other day, me thought

Your miftrefle ſhooke you ſhrewdly.

Bur. I bearing me, I tell thee, Lord Conſtable,

My miftrefle weares her owne haire.

Con. I could make as good a boast of that,

If I had had a ſow to my miftrefle.

Bur. Tut thou wilt make vſe of any thing.

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

Bur. Will it neuer be morning?

Ile ride too morrow a mile,

And my way ſhalbe paused with English ſaces.

Con. By

of Henry the fifth.

Con. By my faith so will not I,

For feare I be outfaced of my way.

Bur. Well ile go arme my ſelfe, hay.

Gebon. The Duke of Burbon longs for morning

Or. I he longs to eate the English.

Con. I thinke heele eate all he killes.

Orle. O peace, ill will neuer ſaid well.

Con. Ile cap that prouetbe,

With there is flattery in friendſhip.

Or. O fir, I can anſwere that,

With giue the diuel his due.

Con. Haue at the eye of that prouerbe,

With a Iogge of the diuel.

Or. Well the Duke of Burbon, is ſimply,

The moſt active Gentleman of France,

Con. Doing his actiuitie, and heele ſtill be doing.

Or. He neuer did hurt as I heard off.

Con. No I warrant you, nor neuer will.

Or. I hold him to be exceeding valiant.

Con. I was told so by one that knows him better the you.

Or. Whofe that?

Con. Why he told me so himſelfe:

And ſaid he cared not who knew it.

Or. Well who will go with me to hazard,

For a hundred English prifoners?

Con. You muſt go to hazard your ſelfe,

Before you haue them.

Enter a Messenger.

Meff. My Lords, the English lye within a hundred

Paces of your Tent.

Con. Who hath measured the ground?

Meff. The Lord Granpeere.

Con. A valiant man, a. an expert Gentleman.

Come, come away:

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

Exit emmet.

Emmet.

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Enter the King disguised to him a Pistoil.

Pist. Kevela?

King. A friend.

Pist. Discus vnto me, art thou Gentleman?

Or art thou common, base, and popeler?

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

Pist. Trailes thou the puissant pike?

King. Euen so sir, What are you?

Pist. As good a gentleman as the Emperour.

King. O then thou art better then the King?

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

Pist. A lad of life, an impe of fame :

Of parents good, of fist moft valiant:

I kis his durtie shoe: and from my hart ftrings

Houe the louely bully. What is thy name?

King. Harry le Roy.

Pist. Le Roy, a Cornifh man:

Art thou of Cornifh crew?

Kin. No sir, I am a Wealchman.

Pist. A Wealchman: knowst thou Flewellen?

Kin. I fir, he is my kinfman.

Pist. Art thou his friend?

Kin. I fir.

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

Kin. It forts well with your fierceneſſe.

Pist. Pistoll is my name.

Exit Pistoll.

Enter Gower and Flewellen.

Gour. Captaine Flewellen.

Flew. In the name of Iesu speake lewer.

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

I warrant you, if you looke into the warres of the Romanes,
You shall finde no tittle tattle, nor bible bable there.

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of Henry the fifth.

But you shall finde the cares, and the feares,
And the ceremonies, to be otherwise.

Gour. Why the enemy is loud: you heard him all night.

Flew. Godes follud, if the enemy be an Aſſe & a Foole,
And a prating cocks-come, is it meet that we be alſo a foole,
And a prating cocks-come, in your conſcience now?

Gour. Ile ſpeake lower.

Flew. I beſeech you, good Captaine Gour.

Exit Gour, and Flewellen.

Kin. Tho 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 wee the beginning,

God knowes whether we ſhall fee the end or no.

3. Soul, Well I thinke the king could with himselfe
Vp to the necke in the middle of the Thames,
And ſo I would he were, at all aduentures, and I with him.

Kin. Now maſters god morrow, what cheare?

3. S. I faith small cheer ſome of vs is like to haue,

Ere this day ende.

Kin. Why fear nothing man, the king is frolike.

2. S. I he may be, for he hath no ſuch cauſe as we

Kin. Nay ſay not so, he is a man as we are.

The Violet ſmels to him as to vs:
Therefore if he fee reaſons, he feares as we do.

2. Sol. But the king hath a heavy reckoning to make,
If his cauſe be not good: when all those ſoules

Whole bodies ſhall be ſlaughtered here,
Shall ioyne together at the latter day,
And ſay I dyed at ſuch a place. Some ſwearing:

Some their wines rawly left:

Some leaving their children poore behind them.

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Now if his cause be bad, I think it will be a greeuous matter
(to him)

King. Why so you may say, if a man send his feruant

As Factor into another Countrey,

And he by any meanes miscarry,

You may say the businesse of the maister,

Was the author of his feruants misfortune.

Or if a fonne be imployd by his father,

And he fall into any leaud action, you may say the father

Was the author of his fonnes damnation.

But the maister is not to answere for his feruants,

The father for his fonne, nor the king for his subiefts:

For they purpose not their deaths, wher they craue their fer-
Some there are that haue the gift of premeditated (uices)

Murder on them:

Others the broken scale of Forgery, in beguiling maydens.

Now if these outtrip the lawe,

Yet they cannot escape God's punishment.

War is God's Beadel, War is God's vengeance:

Euery man's feruice is the kings:

But euery man foule is his owne.

Therefore I would haue euery foulerd examine himselfe,

And wash euery moath 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. Lord, Yfaith he faies true:

Euery man's fault on his owne head,

I would not haue the king answere for me.

Yet I intend to fight justly for him.

King. Well, I heard the king, he wold not be ransomde.

2. L, I he faid so, to make vs fight:

But when our throates be cut, he may be ransomde,
And we neuer the wits r.

King. If I lie to see that, He neuer truft his word againe.

2. Lord,

of Henry the fifth.

You shall finde our King is come after Alexander,

God knowes, and you know, that Alexander in his

Bowles, and his alles, and his wrath, and his displeasures.

And indignations, was kill his friend Clitus.

Gower. I but our King is not like him in that,

For he neuer killd any of his friends.

Flew. I, I thinke it is Sir John Falstaffe indeed,

Of a mans mouth, ere it is made an end and finished :

I speake in the comparisons, as Alexander is kill

His friend Clitus: so our King being in his ripe

Wits and judgements, is turne away, the fat knite

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

Gower. Sir John Falstaffe,

I can tell you, there's good men borne at Monmouth.

Enter King and the Lords.

King. I was not angry since I came into France,

Vntill this houre.

Take a trumpet Herauld,

And ride vnto the horlines on yon hill:

If they will fight with vs bid them come downe,

Or leaue the field, they do offend our fight :

Will they do neither, we will come to them,

And make them skye away, as fast

As stories enfort from the old Affirian flings.

Besides, weele cut the throats of those we haue,

And not one alue shall tafe our mercy.

Enter the Herauld.

Gods will what meanes this? knowst thou not

That we haue fined thele bones of ours for ransom?

Herald. I come great king for charitable fauour,

To fort our Nobles from our common men,

We may haue leaue to bury all our dead,

Which in the field ye sкоyled and troden on.

Kin, I tell thee truly Herauld, I do not know whether

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The day be ours or not:

For yet a many of your French do keep the fields.

Hera. The day is yours.

Kin. Praised be God therefore.

What Castle call you that?

Hera. We call it Agincourt.

Kin. Then call we this the field of Agincourt.

Fought on the day of Cryspin, Cryspin.

Flew. Your grandfather of famous memorie,

If your grace be remembred,

Is do good seruice in France.

Kin. Tis true Flewellen.

Flew. Your Maieſtie ſayes verie true.

And it pleafe your Maieſtie,

The Wealchmen there was do good ſeruice,

In a garden where Leekes did grow.

And I thinke your Maieſtie wil take no ſcorne,

To weare a Leake in your cap vpon S. Dauises day.

Kin. No Flewellen, for I am wealch as well as you.

Flew. All the water in VVye wil not wash your wealch.

Blood out of you, God keep it, and preferue it,

To his graces will and pleasure,

Kin. Thanks good countryman.

Flew. By Iefus I am your Maieſties countryman.

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

K. God keep me ſo. Our Herald go with him,

And bring vs the number of the ſcattred French.

Exit Heralde.

Call yonder ſouldier hither.

Flew. You fellow come to the king.

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

Soul. And pleafe your maiety, tis a rafcals that ſwagard

With me the other day: and he hath one of mine,

Which if euer I ſee, I haue ſworne to ſtrike him.

So

of Henry the fifth.

So hath he ſworne the like to me.

K. How think you Flewellen, is it lawfull he keep his oath?

Fl. And it pleafe your maiety, tis lawfull he keep his vow.

If he be periut'd once, he is as arrant a beggerly knaue,
As treads vpon too blacke flues.

Kin. His enemy may be a gentleman of worth.

Flew. And if he be as good a gentleman as Lucifer

And Belzebub, and the diuel himſelfe,

Tis meete he keepe his vowe.

Kin. Well firrha keep your word.

Vnder what Captain ſerueſt thou?

Soul. Vnder Captaine Gower.

Flew. Captaine Gower is a good Captain.

And hath good litrature in the warres.

Kin. Go call him hither.

Soul. I will my Lord.

Exit ſouldier.

Kin. Captain Flewellen, when Alonſon and I was

Downe together, I tooke this gloue off from his helmet,

Here Flewellen, weare it. If any do challenge it,

He is a friend of Alonſons,

And an enemy to mee.

Fle. Your maiety doth me as great a fauour

As can be defired in the harts of his ſubieſts.

I would fee that man now that ſhould chalenge this gloue:

And it pleafe God of his grace, I would but fee him,

That is all.

Kin. Flewellen knowſt thou Captaine Gower?

Fle. Captaine Gower is my friend.

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

Kin. Go call him hither.

Flew. I will and it shall pleafe your maiety.

Kin. Follow Flewellen closely at the heeles,

The gloue he weares, it was the ſouldiers:

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It may be there will be harme betweene them,
For I do know Flewellen valiant,

And being toucht, as hot as gunpowder:

And quickly will returne an injury.

Go see there be no harme betweene them.

Enter Gower, Flewellen, and the Souldier.

Flew. Captain Gower, in the name of Iefus,

Come to his Maieſtie, there is more good toward you,

Then you can dreame off.

Soul. Do you heare you ſir ? do you know this gloue?

Flew. I know the the gloue is a gloue.

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

He strikes him.

Flew. Gode plut, and his. Captain Gower stand away:

Ile giue treason his due preſently,

Enter the King, Warwicke, Clarence, and Exeter.

Kin. How now, what is the matter ?

Here is the notable ſleft piecee of treason come to light,

As you shall desire to ſee in a ſommers day.

Here is a rafcall, beggerly rafcall, is strike the gloue,

Which your Maieſtie tooke out of the helmet of Alonſon;

And your Maieſtie will beare me witnes, and testimony,

And auouchments, that this is the gloue.

Soul. And it please your Maieſtie, that was my gloue.

He that I gaue it too in the night,

Promised me to weare it in his hat:

I promiſed to strike him if he did.

I met that Gentleman, with my gloue in his hat,

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

Flew. Your Maieſtie heares, vnder your Maieſties

Manhood, what a beggerly lowſie knaue it is.

Kim. Let me see thy gloue. Looke you,

This is the fellow of it.

It was I indeed you promiſed to ſtrike.

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of Henry the fifth.

And thou thou haſt giuen me most bitter words,

How canſt thou make vs amends ?

Flew. Let his necke anſwere it,

If there be any marſhals lawe in the world.

Soul. My Liege, all offences come from the heart:

Neuer came any from mine to offend your Maieſtie,

You appear to me as a common man:

Witneſſe the night, your garments, your lowlineſſe,
And what ſoever you receiued vnder that habit,

I beſech your Maieſtie impute it to your owne fault

And not mine. For your ſelfe came not like your ſelfe

Had you bene as you ſeemed, I had made no offence.

Therefore I beſech your grace to pardon me.

Kin. Vnckle, fill the gloue with crownes,

And giue it to the fou dier. Weare it ſellow,

As an honour in thy cap, till I do challenge it,

Gue him the crownes. Come Captaine Flewellen,

I muſt needs haue you friends.

Flew. By Iefus, the ſellow hath mettall enough

In his belly. Harke you ſouldier, there is a chilling for you,

And keep your ſelfe out of brawles & brables, & diſſentious,

And looke you, it shall be the better for you.

Soul. Ile none of your money ſir, nor I.

Flew. Why tis a good chilling man.

Why should you be queamish ? Your ſhoes are not so good:

It will ferue you to mend your ſhoes.

Kin. What men of ſort are taken vnckle ?

Exe. Charles Duke of Orleance, Nephew to the King.

John Duke of Burbon, and Lord Bowchquall.

Of other Lords and Barrons, Knights and Squiers,

Full fifteene hundred, beſides common men.

This note doth tell me of ten thouſand

French, that in the field lyes ſlaine.

Of Nobles bearing banners in the field,

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Charles de le Brute, hie Constable of France,
Jaques of Chattillian, Admirall of France,

The Maifter of the crosbows, Iohn Duke Alòson.

Lord Ranbieres, hie Maifter of France.

The braue fir Gwizgard, Dolphin, Of Nobelle Charillau,
Gran Prie, and Rosse, Fawconbridge and Foy.

Gerard and Verton, Vandemant and Leftra.

Here was a royall fellowship of death.

Where is the number of our English dead?

Edward the Duke of Yorke, the Earle of Suffolk,

Sir Richard Ketly, Dany Gams Elquier:

And of all other, but five and twentie.

O God thy arme was here,

And vnto thee alone, aſcribe we praisè.

When without ſtrategem,

And in euen shock of battle, was euer heard

So great, and little loffe, on one part and an other.

Take it God, for it is onely thine.

Exe. Tis wonderfull,

Let it be death proclaimed to any man,
To boast hereof, or take the praisè from God,
Which is his due.

Flew. Is it lawful, and it pleafe your Maiestie,
To tell how many is kild?

King. Yes Flewellen, but with this acknowledgement,
That God fought for vs.

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

King. Let there be ſung, Nououes and te Deum.

The dead with charitie entered in clay:

Weele then to Calice, and to England then,

Where nere from France, arriude more happier men.

Exit owner.

Enter Gower, and Flewellen.

Gower. But why do you weare your Lecke to day?

Saint

of Henry the fifth.

Saint Danies day is paſt:

Flew. There is occasion Captaine Gower,
Looke you why, and wherefore,

The other day looke you, Pistoiles

Which you know is a man of no merites

In the worell, is come where I was the other day,

And brings bread and fault, and bids me

Eate my Lecke: twas in a place, looke you,

Where I could moue no difentions:

But if I can fee him, I shall tell him,

A little of my desires.

Gow. Here a comes, ſwelling like a Turkecocke.

Enter Piftoll.

Flew. Tis no matter for his ſwelling, and his turkecocks,
God plesse you Antient Piftoll, you ſcall, me and my selfe.
Beggerly, lowsie knaue, God plesse you.

Pift. Ha, art thou bedlem?

Doft thou thurſt bafe Troyan,

To haue me folde vp Parcas fatall web.

Hence, I am qualmiſh at the ſmell of Lecke.

Flew. Antient Piftoll, I would define you because.

It doth not agree with your ſtomacke, and your appetite,

And your digestions, to eate this Lecke, I am bward.

Pift. Not for Cadwalleder and all his goates.

Flew. There is one goate for you Antient Piftoll.

He strikes him,

Pift. Bace Troyan, thou shall dye.

Flew. I, I know I shall dye, meane time, I would
Deſire you to liue and eate this Lecke.

Gower. Inough Captaine, you haue aftonisht him.

Flew. Aftonisht him, by Jefu, Ile beat his head

Four dayes, and foure nights, but Ile

Make him eate some part of my Lecke.

Pift. Well muſt I byte.

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Flew. I out of question or doubt, or ambiguities

You must byre.

Pist. Good good.

Flew. I Leekes are good, Ancient Pistoll.

There is a shilling for you to heale your bloody, coxkorne.

Pist. Me a shilling, is now I andowr so much.

Flew. If you will not take it, I will take it again.

I haue an other Leeke for you,

Pist. I take thy shilling in earneſt of reconing.

Flew. If I owe you any thing, ile pay you in cudgels,
You ſhalbe a woodmonger,

And by cudgels God bwy you,

Antient Pistoll, God bleſſe you,

And heale your broken patc.

Antient Pistoll, if you ſee Leekes an other time,

Mocke at them, that is all: God bwy you.

Exit Flewellen.

Pist. All hell ſhall fir for this, bad wood, now is God
Doth Fortune play the hufwye, with me now from off
Is honour cudgels from my warlike lines?

Well France faſtwell, neues haue I certainly.

That Doll is fecked. One mally die of France.

The warres afford th' night, home will I t Aug.

Bawd will I turne, and vse the flye of hand.

To England will I steale.

And there I ſt eale.

And patches will I get vnto theſe skarres,

And I weare I gat them in the Gallia warres.

Exit Pistoll.

Enter at one door, the King of England and his Lords. And at the other door, the King of France, Queene Katherine, the Duke of Burbon, and others.

Harry. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met.

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of Henry the fifth.

2. Sol. Mas youle pay him then, tis a great displeasure
That an elder gun, can do againſt a cannon,
Or a ſubieſt againſt a monarke.

Youle nere take his word again, your a naffe goe.

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

2. Sol. Why let it be a quarrell if thou wilt.

King. How ſhall I know thee?

2. Sol. Here is my gloue, which if euerm I fee in thy hat,
Ile challenge thee, and ſtrike thee.

Kim. Here is likewife another of mine,
And aſſure thee ile weare it.

2. Sol. Thou dar'st as well be hangd.

3. Sol. Be friends you fooles,
We haue French quarrels anow in hand:
We haue no need of English broyles.

Kim. Tis no treaſon to cut French crownes,
For to morrow the king himſelfe will be a clipper.

Exit the ſoudiers.

Enter the King, Gloſter, Epingam, and
Attendants.

K. O God of battels ſteele my ſoudiers harts,
Take from them now the ſence of rekconing,
That the appoſed multitudes which stand before them,
May not appall their courage.

O not to day, not to day o God,
Thinke on the fault my father made,
In compaſſing the crowne.

I Richards bodie haue interred new,
And on it hath beſtowd more contrite teares,
Then from it iuſuèd forced drops of blood:
A hundred men haue I in yearly pay,

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Which euery day their withered hands hold vp
To heauen to pardon blood,
And I haue built two chanceries, more wil I do:
Tho all that I can do, is all too little.

Enter Gloster.

Gloſt. My Lord.

King. My brother Glosters voyce.

Gloſt. My Lord, the Army stayes vpon your preſence.

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

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

Enter Clarence, Gloſter, Exeter, and Salisburie.

War. My Lords the French are very ſtrong.

Exe. There is ſiue to one, and yet they all are freeſh.

War. Offighting men they haue full ſonſt thouſand.

Sal. The oddes is all too great. Farewell kind Lords.

Braue Clarence, and my Lord of Gloſter,

My Lord of Warwick, and to all farewell.

Clar. Farewell kind Lord, fight valiantly to day.

And yet in truth, I do thee wrong,

For thou art made on the true ſparkes of honour.

Enter King.

War. O would we had but ten thouſand men.

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

King. Whose 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.

No faith my Couſen, with not one man more,

Rather proclaime it prefently through our campes,

That he that hath no ſtomacke to this ſeaſt,

Let him depart, his paſport ſhall bee drawne,

And crownes for conuoy put into his puſe,

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of Henry the fifth.

We would not die in that mans company,

That feares his fellowſhip to die with vs.

This day is called the day of Cryſpin,

He that outliues this day, and fees old age,

Shall ſtand a tiptoe when this day is named,

And rowſe him at the name of Cryſpin,

He that outliues this day, and comes ſafe home,

Shall yearely on the vygill ſeaſt his friends,

And ſay, to morrow is S. Cryſpines day:

Then ſhall we in their flowing bowles

Be newly remembred. Harry the King,

Bedford and Exeter, Clarence and Gloſter,

Warwick and Torke.

Familiar in their mouthes as household words,

This ſtory ſhall the good man tell his ſonne,

And from this day, vnto the generall doome:

But we in it ſhall be remembred.

We ſewe, we happie ſewe, we bond of brothers,

For he to day that ſheads his blood by mine,

Shalbe my brother: be he nere ſo ſaſe,

This day ſhall gentle his condition.

Then ſhall he ſtrip his ſleesues, and ſhow his skars,

And ſay, theseſe wounds I had on Crispines day:

And Gentlemen in England now a bed,

Shall thinke them ſelues accuſt,

And hold their manhood cheape,

While any ſpeake that fought with vs

Vpon Saint Crispines day.

Gloſt. My gracious Lord,

The French is in the field.

Kin. Why all things are ready, if our minds be ſo.

War. Perſh the man whose mind is backward now.

King. Thou doſt not wifh more help from England couſen?

War. Gods will my Liege, would you and I alone,

Without more helpe, might fight this battle out.

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Why well said. That doth please me better,
Then to wish me one. You know your charge,
God be with you all.

Enter the Herald from the French.

Herald. Once more I come to know of thee king Henry.
What thou wilt give for ransome?

Kin. Who hath sent thee now?

Her. The Constable of France.

Kin. I prethy beare my former anfwer backe:
Bid them atchieue me, and then fell my bones.
Good God, why should they mock good fellows
The man that once did tell the Lions skin, (thus?
While the beaſt lued, was kild with hunting him.

A many of our bodies ſhall no doubt

Finde graues within your realme of France:
Tho buried in your dunghils, we ſhalbe famed,
For there the Sun ſhall greete them,
And draw vp their honors reaking vp to heauen,
Leauing their earthly parts to choke your clyme:
The ſmel wherof, ſhall breed a plague in France:

Marke then abundant valour in our English,
That being dead, like to the bullets crating,
Breakes forth into a ſecond course of miſchieſe,
Killing in relaps of mortalitie:

Let me ſpeake proudly,
Ther's not a peec of feather in our campe,
Good argument I hope we ſhall not flye:
And time hath worne vs into ſloundry.
But by the mas, our hearts are in the trim,
And my poore ſouldiers tel me, yet ere night
Thayle be in frether robes, or they will plucke.
The gay new cloathes ore your French ſouldiers eares,
And turne them out of ſeruice. If they do this,
As if it please God they ſhall,
Then ſhall our ransome ſoone be leuied.

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of Henry the fifth.

Saue 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 am them,
Will yeeld them little, tell the Conſtable.

Her. I ſhall deliuer so.

Exit Herauld.

Torke. My gracious Lord, vpon my knee I craue,
The leading of the yaward.

Kin. Take it braue Torke. Come ſouldiers lets away:
And as thou pleafedst God, diſpoſe the day.

Exit.

Enter the foure French Lords.

Ge. O diabello.

Conſt. Mor du ma vie.

Or. O what a day is this!

Bur. O lour dei houte all is gone, all is loft.

Con. We are inough yet liuing in the field,
To ſmother vp the English,

If any order might be thought vpon.

Bur. A plague of order, once more to the field,
And he that will not follow Burbon now,
Let him go home, and with his cap in hand,
Like a bace leno hold the chamber doore,
Why leaſt by a ſlaue no gentler then my dog,
His faireſt daughter is contamuracke.

Con. Diforder that hath ſpoyld vs, right vs now,
Come we in heapes, weele offer vp our liues
Vnto these English, or else die with fame.

Come, come along,

Lets dye with honour, our ſhame doth laſt too long.

Exit owner.

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Enter Pistoil, the French man, and the Boy.

Pist. Eyd cur, eyd cur.

French. O Monsieur, ie vous en pree aues petite de moy.

Pist. Moy shall not ferue. I will haue fortie moys.

Boy aske him his name.

Boy. Comant ettes vous apelles?

French. Monfier Fer.

Boy. He faies his name is Mafter Fer.

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

Boy discus the fame in French.

Boy. Sir I do not know, what's French

For fer, ferit and fearke.

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

Boy. Feate, vou preat, ill voulles coupele votre gage.

Pist. Onye ma voy couple la gorge.

Vnleſſe thou giue to me egregious raunſome, dye.

One poynt of a foxe.

French. Qui dit ill monſière.

Ill ditye ſi vou ny vouly pa domy luy.

Boy. La gran ransome, ill vou tueres.

French. O lee vous en pri petit gentelhome, parle

A cee, gran capataine, pour auez mercie

A moy, ey lee donerees pour mon ransome

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 ransome,

He will giue you 500. crownes.

Pist. My fury shall abate,

And I the Crownes will take,

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

Follow me cur.

Exit omnes.

Enter the King and his Nobles, Pistoil.

King. What the French retire?

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Yet all is not done, yet keepe the French the field.

Exe. The Duke of Torke commends him to your Grace.

King. Liues he good Vnckle, twife I sawe him downe,

Twife vp againe:

From helmet to the ſpurre, all bleeding ore.

Exe. In which aray, braue ſouldier doth he lye,

Larding the plaines, and by his bloody ſide,

Yoake fellow to his honour dying wounds,

The noble Earle of Suffolk alio lyes.

Suffolke fifth dyde, and Torke all haſted ore,

Comes to him where in blood he lay ſleeps,

And takes him by the beard, killes the gatheſe.

That bloodily did yane vpon his face,

And cryde aloud, tary deare couſin Suffolk:

My ſoule shall thine keepe company in heauen:

Tary deare ſoule awhile, then flie to reſt:

And in this glorious and well ſoughten field,

We kept togther in our chivalry.

Upon hewe words I came and cheerd them vp,

He tooke me by the hand, and deare my Lord,

Commend my ſeruice to my ſoueraigne.

So did he turne, and ouer Suffolkes necke

He threw his wounded arme, and ſo espouſed to death,

With blood he ſealed. An argument

Of neuer ending loue. The pretie and ſweet maner of it,

Forſt those waters from me, which I would haue ſlopt,

But I 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 muſt convert to teares.

Alarum ſounded.

What new alarum is this?

Bid every ſouldier kill his prisoner.

Pist. Couple gorge.

Exit omnes.

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Enter Flewellen, and Captaine Gower.

Flew. Godes plud kil the boyes and the lugyge,
Tis the arrants peeece of knauery as can be defixed,
In the worell now, in your confidence now.

Gour. Tis certaine, there is not a Boy left aliue,
And the cowerdly rafcals that ran from the battell,
Themselfes haue done this slaughter:
Befide, they haue carried away and burnt,

All that was in the kings Tent:
Wherupon the king caufed every prisoner
Throat to be cut. O he is a worthy king.

Flew. I he was born at Monmouth.

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

Gour. Alexander the great.

Flew. Why I pray, is nat big great?
As if I fay, big or great, or magnanimous,

I hope it is all one reconing,

Saue the fraße is a little variation.

Gour. I thinke Alexander the great
Was borne at Macedon.

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

Flew. I thinke it was Macedon indeed where Alexander
Was borne: looke you captaine Gower,
And if you looke into the mappes of the worell well,

You shall finde little difference betweene
Macedon and Monmouth. Looke you, there is
A Riuer in Macedon, and there is also a Riuer
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 my fingers,
And there is Samons in both.

Looke you captaine Gower, and you marke it,

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of Henry the fifth.

And to our brother France, faire time of day.
Faire health vnto our louely couſen Katherine.
And as a branch, and member of this stock:
We do falute you, Duke of Burgondie.

Fran. Brother of England, right ioyous are we to behold
Your face, so are we Princes English every one.

Duk. With pardon vnto both your mightines.
Let it not displease you, if I demaund

What rub or bar hath thus far hindred you,
To keepe you from the gentle ſpeech of peace?

Har. If Duke of Burgundy, you wold haue peace,
You muſt buy that peace,

According as we haue drawne our articles.

Fran. We haue but with a curſenary eye,
O reviewd them: pleafeth your Grace,

To let some of your Counſell ſit with vs,

We ſhall returne our peremptory anſwere.

Har. Go Lords, and ſit with them,

And bring vs anſwere backe.

Yet leaue our couſen Katherine here behind.

France. Withall our hearts.

Exit King and the Lords. Manet, Hry, Katherine, and the Gentlewoman.

Hate. Now Kate, you haue a blunt wooer here
Left with you.

If I could win thee at leapfrog,
Or with vawting with my armour on my backe,

Into my faddle,
Without brag be it ſpoken,
Ide make compare with any.

But leauing that Kate,
If thou takeſt me now,

Thou ſhalt haue me at the worst:

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And in wearing, thou shall haue me better and better,
Thou shall haue a face that is not worth fun-burning,
But doost thou thinke, that thou and I,
Betweene Saint Denia,
And Saint George, shall get a boy,
That shall goe to Constantinople,
And take the great Turke by the beard, ha Kate?
Kate. Is it possible dat me fall
Loue de enemie de France.

Harry. No Kate, tis vnpossible
You should loue the enemie of France:

For Kate, I loue France so well,

That Ile not leau a Village,

Ile haue it all mine: then Kate.

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 it you in French,
Which will hang vpon my tongue, like a bride.

On her new married Husband,

Let me see, Saint Dennis be my speed.

Quan France et 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 fuyues a vous.

Kate. And you will be to me.

Har. Wilt beleeue me Kate? tis easier for me
To conquer the kingdome, the to speak so much
More French.

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of Henry the fift.

Kate. A your Maiesty has falfe France inough
To deceiue de beſt Lady in France,

Harry. No faith Kate not I. But Kate,
In plaine termes, do you loue me?

Kate. I cannot tell.

Harry. No, can any of your neighbours tell?
Ile aske 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 sweete 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 growe crooked.

A round eye will growe hollowe.

A great leg will waxe ſmall,

A curld pate proue balde :

But a good heart Kate, is the ſun and the moone,
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 me?

Kate. Dat is as pleafe the King my father.

Harry. Nay it will please him :

Nay it shall please him Kate.

And vpon that condition Kate Ile kiffle you,

Ka. O mon du Ie ne voudroy faire quelke choffe
Pour toute le monde,

Ce ne poynt votree fachion en ſouor.

Harry. What faies ſhe Lady?

Lady. Dat it is not deſation en France,
For de maides, before da be married to

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May foy'ie oblye, what is to baffie?

Har. To kis, to kis. O that tis not the

Fashion in Françoise, for the maydes to kis.

Before they are married.

Lady. Owye see votree grace.

Har. Well, weele breake that custome.

Therefore Kate patience perforce and yeeld.

Before God Kate, you haue witchcraft

In your kiffes:

And may perſwade with me more,

Then all the French Councell.

Your father is returned.

Enter the King of France, and
the Lordes.

How now my Lords?

France. Brother of England,

We haue orered the Articles,

And haue agreed to all that we in ſedule had.

Exe. Only he hath not ſubſcribed this,

Where your maieſtie demaunds,

That the king of France hauing any occasion

To write for matter of graunt,

Shall name your highneſſe, in this ſorme:

And with this addition in French:

Nostre trèsher filz, Henry Roy D'Anglaterre,

Et beare de France. And thus in Latin:

Preclariffimus filius noſter Henricus Rex Anglie,
Et heres Francie.

Fran. Nor this haue we so nicely ſtood vpon,

But you faire brother may intreat the fame.

Har. Why then let this among the rest,

Hauë his full courſe: And withall,

Your daughter Katherine in marriage,

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Fran. This and what else,
Your maieſtie ſhall craue.

God that diſpoſeth all, giue you much joy.

Har. Why then faire Katherine,

Come giue me thy hand:

Our marriage will we preſent ſolemniſe,

And end our hatred by a bond of loue.

Then will I ſweare to Kate, and Kate to mee :

And may our vowes once made, vnbroken bee,

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