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The Life of Henry the Fifth

ACT I

SCENE I. London. An ante-chamber in the KING'S palace.

CANTERBURYMy lord, I'll tell you; that self bill is urged,
Which in the eleventh year of the last king's reign
Was like, and had indeed against us pass'd,
But that the scambling and unquiet time
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 5Did push it out of farther question.
ELYBut how, my lord, shall we resist it now?
CANTERBURYIt must be thought on. If it pass against us,
We lose the better half of our possession:
For all the temporal lands which men devout
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 10By testament have given to the church
Would they strip from us; being valued thus:
As much as would maintain, to the king's honour,
Full fifteen earls and fifteen hundred knights,
Six thousand and two hundred good esquires;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 15And, to relief of lazars and weak age,
Of indigent faint souls past corporal toil.
A hundred almshouses right well supplied;
And to the coffers of the king beside,
A thousand pounds by the year: thus runs the bill.
ELYAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 20This would drink deep.
CANTERBURY'Twould drink the cup and all.
ELYBut what prevention?
CANTERBURYThe king is full of grace and fair regard.
ELYAnd a true lover of the holy church.
CANTERBURYAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 25The courses of his youth promised it not.
The breath no sooner left his father's body,
But that his wildness, mortified in him,
Seem'd to die too; yea, at that very moment
Consideration, like an angel, came
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 30And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him,
Leaving his body as a paradise,
To envelop and contain celestial spirits.
Never was such a sudden scholar made;
Never came reformation in a flood,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 35With such a heady currance, scouring faults
Nor never Hydra-headed wilfulness
So soon did lose his seat and all at once
As in this king.
ELYWe are blessed in the change.
CANTERBURYAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 40Hear him but reason in divinity,
And all-admiring with an inward wish
You would desire the king were made a prelate:
Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs,
You would say it hath been all in all his study:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 45List his discourse of war, and you shall hear
A fearful battle render'd you in music:
Turn him to any cause of policy,
The Gordian knot of it he will unloose,
Familiar as his garter: that, when he speaks,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 50The air, a charter'd libertine, is still,
And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears,
To steal his sweet and honey'd sentences;
So that the art and practic part of life
Must be the mistress to this theoric:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 55Which is a wonder how his grace should glean it,
Since his addiction was to courses vain,
His companies unletter'd, rude and shallow,
His hours fill'd up with riots, banquets, sports,
And never noted in him any study,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 60Any retirement, any sequestration
From open haunts and popularity.
ELYThe strawberry grows underneath the nettle
And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best
Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 65And so the prince obscured his contemplation
Under the veil of wildness; which, no doubt,
Grew like the summer grass, fastest by night,
Unseen, yet crescive in his faculty.
CANTERBURYIt must be so; for miracles are ceased;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 70And therefore we must needs admit the means
How things are perfected.
ELYBut, my good lord,
How now for mitigation of this bill
Urged by the commons? Doth his majesty
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 75Incline to it, or no?
CANTERBURYHe seems indifferent,
Or rather swaying more upon our part
Than cherishing the exhibiters against us;
For I have made an offer to his majesty,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 80Upon our spiritual convocation
And in regard of causes now in hand,
Which I have open'd to his grace at large,
As touching France, to give a greater sum
Than ever at one time the clergy yet
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 85Did to his predecessors part withal.
ELYHow did this offer seem received, my lord?
CANTERBURYWith good acceptance of his majesty;
Save that there was not time enough to hear,
As I perceived his grace would fain have done,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 90The severals and unhidden passages
Of his true titles to some certain dukedoms
And generally to the crown and seat of France
Derived from Edward, his great-grandfather.
ELYWhat was the impediment that broke this off?
CANTERBURYAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 95The French ambassador upon that instant
Craved audience; and the hour, I think, is come
To give him hearing: is it four o'clock?
ELYIt is.
CANTERBURYThen go we in, to know his embassy;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 100Which I could with a ready guess declare,
Before the Frenchman speak a word of it.
ELYI'll wait upon you, and I long to hear it.

ACT I

SCENE II. The same. The Presence chamber.

KING HENRY VWhere is my gracious Lord of Canterbury?
EXETERNot here in presence.
KING HENRY VSend for him, good uncle.
WESTMORELANDShall we call in the ambassador, my liege?
KING HENRY VAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 5Not yet, my cousin: we would be resolved,
Before we hear him, of some things of weight
That task our thoughts, concerning us and France.
CANTERBURYGod and his angels guard your sacred throne
And make you long become it!
KING HENRY VAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 10Sure, we thank you.
My learned lord, we pray you to proceed
And justly and religiously unfold
Why the law Salique that they have in France
Or should, or should not, bar us in our claim:
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 15And God forbid, my dear and faithful lord,
That you should fashion, wrest, or bow your reading,
Or nicely charge your understanding soul
With opening titles miscreate, whose right
Suits not in native colours with the truth;
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 20For God doth know how many now in health
Shall drop their blood in approbation
Of what your reverence shall incite us to.
Therefore take heed how you impawn our person,
How you awake our sleeping sword of war:
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 25We charge you, in the name of God, take heed;
For never two such kingdoms did contend
Without much fall of blood; whose guiltless drops
Are every one a woe, a sore complaint
'Gainst him whose wrong gives edge unto the swords
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 30That make such waste in brief mortality.
Under this conjuration, speak, my lord;
For we will hear, note and believe in heart
That what you speak is in your conscience wash'd
As pure as sin with baptism.
CANTERBURYAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 35Then hear me, gracious sovereign, and you peers,
That owe yourselves, your lives and services
To this imperial throne. There is no bar
To make against your highness' claim to France
But this, which they produce from Pharamond,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 40'In terram Salicam mulieres ne succedant:'
'No woman shall succeed in Salique land:'
Which Salique land the French unjustly gloze
To be the realm of France, and Pharamond
The founder of this law and female bar.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 45Yet their own authors faithfully affirm
That the land Salique is in Germany,
Between the floods of Sala and of Elbe;
Where Charles the Great, having subdued the Saxons,
There left behind and settled certain French;
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 50Who, holding in disdain the German women
For some dishonest manners of their life,
Establish'd then this law; to wit, no female
Should be inheritrix in Salique land:
Which Salique, as I said, 'twixt Elbe and Sala,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 55Is at this day in Germany call'd Meisen.
Then doth it well appear that Salique law
Was not devised for the realm of France:
Nor did the French possess the Salique land
Until four hundred one and twenty years
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 60After defunction of King Pharamond,
Idly supposed the founder of this law;
Who died within the year of our redemption
Four hundred twenty-six; and Charles the Great
Subdued the Saxons, and did seat the French
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 65Beyond the river Sala, in the year
Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say,
King Pepin, which deposed Childeric,
Did, as heir general, being descended
Of Blithild, which was daughter to King Clothair,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 70Make claim and title to the crown of France.
Hugh Capet also, who usurped the crown
Of Charles the duke of Lorraine, sole heir male
Of the true line and stock of Charles the Great,
To find his title with some shows of truth,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 75'Through, in pure truth, it was corrupt and naught,
Convey'd himself as heir to the Lady Lingare,
Daughter to Charlemain, who was the son
To Lewis the emperor, and Lewis the son
Of Charles the Great. Also King Lewis the Tenth,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 80Who was sole heir to the usurper Capet,
Could not keep quiet in his conscience,
Wearing the crown of France, till satisfied
That fair Queen Isabel, his grandmother,
Was lineal of the Lady Ermengare,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 85Daughter to Charles the foresaid duke of Lorraine:
By the which marriage the line of Charles the Great
Was re-united to the crown of France.
So that, as clear as is the summer's sun.
King Pepin's title and Hugh Capet's claim,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 90King Lewis his satisfaction, all appear
To hold in right and title of the female:
So do the kings of France unto this day;
Howbeit they would hold up this Salique law
To bar your highness claiming from the female,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 95And rather choose to hide them in a net
Than amply to imbar their crooked titles
Usurp'd from you and your progenitors.
KING HENRY VMay I with right and conscience make this claim?
CANTERBURYThe sin upon my head, dread sovereign!
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 100For in the book of Numbers is it writ,
When the man dies, let the inheritance
Descend unto the daughter. Gracious lord,
Stand for your own; unwind your bloody flag;
Look back into your mighty ancestors:
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 105Go, my dread lord, to your great-grandsire's tomb,
From whom you claim; invoke his warlike spirit,
And your great-uncle's, Edward the Black Prince,
Who on the French ground play'd a tragedy,
Making defeat on the full power of France,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 110Whiles his most mighty father on a hill
Stood smiling to behold his lion's whelp
Forage in blood of French nobility.
O noble English. that could entertain
With half their forces the full Pride of France
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 115And let another half stand laughing by,
All out of work and cold for action!
ELYAwake remembrance of these valiant dead
And with your puissant arm renew their feats:
You are their heir; you sit upon their throne;
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 120The blood and courage that renowned them
Runs in your veins; and my thrice-puissant liege
Is in the very May-morn of his youth,
Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises.
EXETERYour brother kings and monarchs of the earth
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 125Do all expect that you should rouse yourself,
As did the former lions of your blood.
WESTMORELANDThey know your grace hath cause and means and might;
So hath your highness; never king of England
Had nobles richer and more loyal subjects,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 130Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England
And lie pavilion'd in the fields of France.
CANTERBURYO, let their bodies follow, my dear liege,
With blood and sword and fire to win your right;
In aid whereof we of the spiritualty
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 135Will raise your highness such a mighty sum
As never did the clergy at one time
Bring in to any of your ancestors.
KING HENRY VWe must not only arm to invade the French,
But lay down our proportions to defend
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 140Against the Scot, who will make road upon us
With all advantages.
CANTERBURYThey of those marches, gracious sovereign,
Shall be a wall sufficient to defend
Our inland from the pilfering borderers.
KING HENRY VAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 145We do not mean the coursing snatchers only,
But fear the main intendment of the Scot,
Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to us;
For you shall read that my great-grandfather
Never went with his forces into France
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 150But that the Scot on his unfurnish'd kingdom
Came pouring, like the tide into a breach,
With ample and brim fulness of his force,
Galling the gleaned land with hot assays,
Girding with grievous siege castles and towns;
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 155That England, being empty of defence,
Hath shook and trembled at the ill neighbourhood.
CANTERBURYShe hath been then more fear'd than harm'd, my liege;
For hear her but exampled by herself:
When all her chivalry hath been in France
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 160And she a mourning widow of her nobles,
She hath herself not only well defended
But taken and impounded as a stray
The King of Scots; whom she did send to France,
To fill King Edward's fame with prisoner kings
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 165And make her chronicle as rich with praise
As is the ooze and bottom of the sea
With sunken wreck and sunless treasuries.
WESTMORELANDBut there's a saying very old and true,
'If that you will France win,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 170Then with Scotland first begin:'
For once the eagle England being in prey,
To her unguarded nest the weasel Scot
Comes sneaking and so sucks her princely eggs,
Playing the mouse in absence of the cat,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 175To tear and havoc more than she can eat.
EXETERIt follows then the cat must stay at home:
Yet that is but a crush'd necessity,
Since we have locks to safeguard necessaries,
And pretty traps to catch the petty thieves.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 180While that the armed hand doth fight abroad,
The advised head defends itself at home;
For government, though high and low and lower,
Put into parts, doth keep in one consent,
Congreeing in a full and natural close,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 185Like music.
CANTERBURYTherefore doth heaven divide
The state of man in divers functions,
Setting endeavour in continual motion;
To which is fixed, as an aim or butt,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 190Obedience: for so work the honey-bees,
Creatures that by a rule in nature teach
The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
They have a king and officers of sorts;
Where some, like magistrates, correct at home,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 195Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad,
Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings,
Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds,
Which pillage they with merry march bring home
To the tent-royal of their emperor;
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 200Who, busied in his majesty, surveys
The singing masons building roofs of gold,
The civil citizens kneading up the honey,
The poor mechanic porters crowding in
Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 205The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,
Delivering o'er to executors pale
The lazy yawning drone. I this infer,
That many things, having full reference
To one consent, may work contrariously:
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 210As many arrows, loosed several ways,
Come to one mark; as many ways meet in one town;
As many fresh streams meet in one salt sea;
As many lines close in the dial's centre;
So may a thousand actions, once afoot.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 215End in one purpose, and be all well borne
Without defeat. Therefore to France, my liege.
Divide your happy England into four;
Whereof take you one quarter into France,
And you withal shall make all Gallia shake.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 220If we, with thrice such powers left at home,
Cannot defend our own doors from the dog,
Let us be worried and our nation lose
The name of hardiness and policy.
KING HENRY VCall in the messengers sent from the Dauphin.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 225Now are we well resolved; and, by God's help,
And yours, the noble sinews of our power,
France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe,
Or break it all to pieces: or there we'll sit,
Ruling in large and ample empery
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 230O'er France and all her almost kingly dukedoms,
Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn,
Tombless, with no remembrance over them:
Either our history shall with full mouth
Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 235Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth,
Not worshipp'd with a waxen epitaph.
Now are we well prepared to know the pleasure
Of our fair cousin Dauphin; for we hear
Your greeting is from him, not from the king.
First AmbassadorAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 240May't please your majesty to give us leave
Freely to render what we have in charge;
Or shall we sparingly show you far off
The Dauphin's meaning and our embassy?
KING HENRY VWe are no tyrant, but a Christian king;
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 245Unto whose grace our passion is as subject
As are our wretches fetter'd in our prisons:
Therefore with frank and with uncurbed plainness
Tell us the Dauphin's mind.
First AmbassadorThus, then, in few.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 250Your highness, lately sending into France,
Did claim some certain dukedoms, in the right
Of your great predecessor, King Edward the Third.
In answer of which claim, the prince our master
Says that you savour too much of your youth,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 255And bids you be advised there's nought in France
That can be with a nimble galliard won;
You cannot revel into dukedoms there.
He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit,
This tun of treasure; and, in lieu of this,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 260Desires you let the dukedoms that you claim
Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin speaks.
KING HENRY VWhat treasure, uncle?
EXETERTennis-balls, my liege.
KING HENRY VWe are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us;
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 265His present and your pains we thank you for:
When we have march'd our rackets to these balls,
We will, in France, by God's grace, play a set
Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard.
Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 270That all the courts of France will be disturb'd
With chaces. And we understand him well,
How he comes o'er us with our wilder days,
Not measuring what use we made of them.
We never valued this poor seat of England;
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 275And therefore, living hence, did give ourself
To barbarous licence; as 'tis ever common
That men are merriest when they are from home.
But tell the Dauphin I will keep my state,
Be like a king and show my sail of greatness
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 280When I do rouse me in my throne of France:
For that I have laid by my majesty
And plodded like a man for working-days,
But I will rise there with so full a glory
That I will dazzle all the eyes of France,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 285Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on us.
And tell the pleasant prince this mock of his
Hath turn'd his balls to gun-stones; and his soul
Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance
That shall fly with them: for many a thousand widows
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 290Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands;
Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down;
And some are yet ungotten and unborn
That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn.
But this lies all within the will of God,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 295To whom I do appeal; and in whose name
Tell you the Dauphin I am coming on,
To venge me as I may and to put forth
My rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause.
So get you hence in peace; and tell the Dauphin
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 300His jest will savour but of shallow wit,
When thousands weep more than did laugh at it.
Convey them with safe conduct. Fare you well.
EXETERThis was a merry message.
KING HENRY VWe hope to make the sender blush at it.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 305Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour
That may give furtherance to our expedition;
For we have now no thought in us but France,
Save those to God, that run before our business.
Therefore let our proportions for these wars
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 310Be soon collected and all things thought upon
That may with reasonable swiftness add
More feathers to our wings; for, God before,
We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door.
Therefore let every man now task his thought,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 315That this fair action may on foot be brought.

ACT II

SCENE I. London. A street.

BARDOLPHWell met, Corporal Nym.
NYMGood morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph.
BARDOLPHWhat, are Ancient Pistol and you friends yet?
NYMFor my part, I care not: I say little; but when
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 5time shall serve, there shall be smiles; but that
shall be as it may. I dare not fight; but I will
wink and hold out mine iron: it is a simple one; but
what though? it will toast cheese, and it will
endure cold as another man's sword will: and
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 10there's an end.
BARDOLPHI will bestow a breakfast to make you friends; and
we'll be all three sworn brothers to France: let it
be so, good Corporal Nym.
NYMFaith, I will live so long as I may, that's the
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 15certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I
will do as I may: that is my rest, that is the
rendezvous of it.
BARDOLPHIt is certain, corporal, that he is married to Nell
Quickly: and certainly she did you wrong; for you
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 20were troth-plight to her.
NYMI cannot tell: things must be as they may: men may
sleep, and they may have their throats about them at
that time; and some say knives have edges. It must
be as it may: though patience be a tired mare, yet
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 25she will plod. There must be conclusions. Well, I
cannot tell.
BARDOLPHHere comes Ancient Pistol and his wife: good
corporal, be patient here. How now, mine host Pistol!
PISTOLBase tike, call'st thou me host? Now, by this hand,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 30I swear, I scorn the term; Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.
HostessNo, by my troth, not long; for we cannot lodge and
board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen that live
honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will
be thought we keep a bawdy house straight.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 35O well a day, Lady, if he be not drawn now! we
shall see wilful adultery and murder committed.
BARDOLPHGood lieutenant! good corporal! offer nothing here.
NYMPish!
PISTOLPish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prick-ear'd cur of Iceland!
HostessAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 40Good Corporal Nym, show thy valour, and put up your sword.
NYMWill you shog off? I would have you solus.
PISTOL'Solus,' egregious dog? O viper vile!
The 'solus' in thy most mervailous face;
The 'solus' in thy teeth, and in thy throat,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 45And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy,
And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth!
I do retort the 'solus' in thy bowels;
For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up,
And flashing fire will follow.
NYMAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 50I am not Barbason; you cannot conjure me. I have an
humour to knock you indifferently well. If you grow
foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my
rapier, as I may, in fair terms: if you would walk
off, I would prick your guts a little, in good
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 55terms, as I may: and that's the humour of it.
PISTOLO braggart vile and damned furious wight!
The grave doth gape, and doting death is near;
Therefore exhale.
BARDOLPHHear me, hear me what I say: he that strikes the
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 60first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, as I am a soldier.
PISTOLAn oath of mickle might; and fury shall abate.
Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give:
Thy spirits are most tall.
NYMI will cut thy throat, one time or other, in fair
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 65terms: that is the humour of it.
PISTOL'Couple a gorge!'
That is the word. I thee defy again.
O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get?
No; to the spital go,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 70And from the powdering tub of infamy
Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind,
Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse:
I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly
For the only she; and — pauca, there's enough. Go to.
BoyAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 75Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master, and
you, hostess: he is very sick, and would to bed.
Good Bardolph, put thy face between his sheets, and
do the office of a warming-pan. Faith, he's very ill.
BARDOLPHAway, you rogue!
HostessAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 80By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of
these days. The king has killed his heart. Good
husband, come home presently.
BARDOLPHCome, shall I make you two friends? We must to
France together: why the devil should we keep
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 85knives to cut one another's throats?
PISTOLLet floods o'erswell, and fiends for food howl on!
NYMYou'll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting?
PISTOLBase is the slave that pays.
NYMThat now I will have: that's the humour of it.
PISTOLAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 90As manhood shall compound: push home.
BARDOLPHBy this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I'll
kill him; by this sword, I will.
PISTOLSword is an oath, and oaths must have their course.
BARDOLPHCorporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends:
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 95an thou wilt not, why, then, be enemies with me too.
Prithee, put up.
NYMI shall have my eight shillings I won of you at betting?
PISTOLA noble shalt thou have, and present pay;
And liquor likewise will I give to thee,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 100And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood:
I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me;
Is not this just? for I shall sutler be
Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
Give me thy hand.
NYMAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 105I shall have my noble?
PISTOLIn cash most justly paid.
NYMWell, then, that's the humour of't.
HostessAs ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir
John. Ah, poor heart! he is so shaked of a burning
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 110quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to
behold. Sweet men, come to him.
NYMThe king hath run bad humours on the knight; that's
the even of it.
PISTOLNym, thou hast spoke the right;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 115His heart is fracted and corroborate.
NYMThe king is a good king: but it must be as it may;
he passes some humours and careers.
PISTOLLet us condole the knight; for, lambkins we will live.

ACT II

SCENE II. Southampton. A council-chamber.

BEDFORD'Fore God, his grace is bold, to trust these traitors.
EXETERThey shall be apprehended by and by.
WESTMORELANDHow smooth and even they do bear themselves!
As if allegiance in their bosoms sat,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 5Crowned with faith and constant loyalty.
BEDFORDThe king hath note of all that they intend,
By interception which they dream not of.
EXETERNay, but the man that was his bedfellow,
Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious favours,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 10That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell
His sovereign's life to death and treachery.
KING HENRY VNow sits the wind fair, and we will aboard.
My Lord of Cambridge, and my kind Lord of Masham,
And you, my gentle knight, give me your thoughts:
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 15Think you not that the powers we bear with us
Will cut their passage through the force of France,
Doing the execution and the act
For which we have in head assembled them?
SCROOPNo doubt, my liege, if each man do his best.
KING HENRY VAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 20I doubt not that; since we are well persuaded
We carry not a heart with us from hence
That grows not in a fair consent with ours,
Nor leave not one behind that doth not wish
Success and conquest to attend on us.
CAMBRIDGEAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 25Never was monarch better fear'd and loved
Than is your majesty: there's not, I think, a subject
That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness
Under the sweet shade of your government.
GREYTrue: those that were your father's enemies
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 30Have steep'd their galls in honey and do serve you
With hearts create of duty and of zeal.
KING HENRY VWe therefore have great cause of thankfulness;
And shall forget the office of our hand,
Sooner than quittance of desert and merit
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 35According to the weight and worthiness.
SCROOPSo service shall with steeled sinews toil,
And labour shall refresh itself with hope,
To do your grace incessant services.
KING HENRY VWe judge no less. Uncle of Exeter,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 40Enlarge the man committed yesterday,
That rail'd against our person: we consider
it was excess of wine that set him on;
And on his more advice we pardon him.
SCROOPThat's mercy, but too much security:
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 45Let him be punish'd, sovereign, lest example
Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind.
KING HENRY VO, let us yet be merciful.
CAMBRIDGESo may your highness, and yet punish too.
GREYSir,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 50You show great mercy, if you give him life,
After the taste of much correction.
KING HENRY VAlas, your too much love and care of me
Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch!
If little faults, proceeding on distemper,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 55Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye
When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd and digested,
Appear before us? We'll yet enlarge that man,
Though Cambridge, Scroop and Grey, in their dear care
And tender preservation of our person,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 60Would have him punished. And now to our French causes:
Who are the late commissioners?
CAMBRIDGEI one, my lord:
Your highness bade me ask for it to-day.
SCROOPSo did you me, my liege.
GREYAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 65And I, my royal sovereign.
KING HENRY VThen, Richard Earl of Cambridge, there is yours;
There yours, Lord Scroop of Masham; and, sir knight,
Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours:
Read them; and know, I know your worthiness.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 70My Lord of Westmoreland, and uncle Exeter,
We will aboard to night. Why, how now, gentlemen!
What see you in those papers that you lose
So much complexion? Look ye, how they change!
Their cheeks are paper. Why, what read you there
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 75That hath so cowarded and chased your blood
Out of appearance?
CAMBRIDGEI do confess my fault;
And do submit me to your highness' mercy.
GREYTo which we all appeal.
KING HENRY VAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 80The mercy that was quick in us but late,
By your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd:
You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy;
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms,
As dogs upon their masters, worrying you.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 85See you, my princes, and my noble peers,
These English monsters! My Lord of Cambridge here,
You know how apt our love was to accord
To furnish him with all appertinents
Belonging to his honour; and this man
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 90Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspired,
And sworn unto the practises of France,
To kill us here in Hampton: to the which
This knight, no less for bounty bound to us
Than Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn. But, O,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 95What shall I say to thee, Lord Scroop? thou cruel,
Ingrateful, savage and inhuman creature!
Thou that didst bear the key of all my counsels,
That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
That almost mightst have coin'd me into gold,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 100Wouldst thou have practised on me for thy use,
May it be possible, that foreign hire
Could out of thee extract one spark of evil
That might annoy my finger? 'tis so strange,
That, though the truth of it stands off as gross
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 105As black and white, my eye will scarcely see it.
Treason and murder ever kept together,
As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose,
Working so grossly in a natural cause,
That admiration did not whoop at them:
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 110But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in
Wonder to wait on treason and on murder:
And whatsoever cunning fiend it was
That wrought upon thee so preposterously
Hath got the voice in hell for excellence:
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 115All other devils that suggest by treasons
Do botch and bungle up damnation
With patches, colours, and with forms being fetch'd
From glistering semblances of piety;
But he that temper'd thee bade thee stand up,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 120Gave thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason,
Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.
If that same demon that hath gull'd thee thus
Should with his lion gait walk the whole world,
He might return to vasty Tartar back,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 125And tell the legions 'I can never win
A soul so easy as that Englishman's.'
O, how hast thou with 'jealousy infected
The sweetness of affiance! Show men dutiful?
Why, so didst thou: seem they grave and learned?
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 130Why, so didst thou: come they of noble family?
Why, so didst thou: seem they religious?
Why, so didst thou: or are they spare in diet,
Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger,
Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 135Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement,
Not working with the eye without the ear,
And but in purged judgment trusting neither?
Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem:
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 140To mark the full-fraught man and best indued
With some suspicion. I will weep for thee;
For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
Another fall of man. Their faults are open:
Arrest them to the answer of the law;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 145And God acquit them of their practises!
EXETERI arrest thee of high treason, by the name of
Richard Earl of Cambridge.
I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of
Henry Lord Scroop of Masham.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 150I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of
Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland.
SCROOPOur purposes God justly hath discover'd;
And I repent my fault more than my death;
Which I beseech your highness to forgive,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 155Although my body pay the price of it.
CAMBRIDGEFor me, the gold of France did not seduce;
Although I did admit it as a motive
The sooner to effect what I intended:
But God be thanked for prevention;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 160Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice,
Beseeching God and you to pardon me.
GREYNever did faithful subject more rejoice
At the discovery of most dangerous treason
Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 165Prevented from a damned enterprise:
My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign.
KING HENRY VGod quit you in his mercy! Hear your sentence.
You have conspired against our royal person,
Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd and from his coffers
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 170Received the golden earnest of our death;
Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter,
His princes and his peers to servitude,
His subjects to oppression and contempt
And his whole kingdom into desolation.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 175Touching our person seek we no revenge;
But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,
Whose ruin you have sought, that to her laws
We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence,
Poor miserable wretches, to your death:
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 180The taste whereof, God of his mercy give
You patience to endure, and true repentance
Of all your dear offences! Bear them hence.
Now, lords, for France; the enterprise whereof
Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 185We doubt not of a fair and lucky war,
Since God so graciously hath brought to light
This dangerous treason lurking in our way
To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now
But every rub is smoothed on our way.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 190Then forth, dear countrymen: let us deliver
Our puissance into the hand of God,
Putting it straight in expedition.
Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance:
No king of England, if not king of France.

ACT II

SCENE III. London. Before a tavern.

HostessPrithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.
PISTOLNo; for my manly heart doth yearn.
Bardolph, be blithe: Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins:
Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 5And we must yearn therefore.
BARDOLPHWould I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either in
heaven or in hell!
HostessNay, sure, he's not in hell: he's in Arthur's
bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. A' made
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 10a finer end and went away an it had been any
christom child; a' parted even just between twelve
and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after
I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with
flowers and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 15there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as
a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. 'How now,
sir John!' quoth I 'what, man! be o' good
cheer.' So a' cried out 'God, God, God!' three or
four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him a'
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 20should not think of God; I hoped there was no need
to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So
a' bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my
hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as
cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 25they were as cold as any stone, and so upward and
upward, and all was as cold as any stone.
NYMThey say he cried out of sack.
HostessAy, that a' did.
BARDOLPHAnd of women.
HostessAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 30Nay, that a' did not.
BoyYes, that a' did; and said they were devils
incarnate.
HostessA' could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he
never liked.
BoyAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 35A' said once, the devil would have him about women.
HostessA' did in some sort, indeed, handle women; but then
he was rheumatic, and talked of the whore of Babylon.
BoyDo you not remember, a' saw a flea stick upon
Bardolph's nose, and a' said it was a black soul
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 40burning in hell-fire?
BARDOLPHWell, the fuel is gone that maintained that fire:
that's all the riches I got in his service.
NYMShall we shog? the king will be gone from
Southampton.
PISTOLAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 45Come, let's away. My love, give me thy lips.
Look to my chattels and my movables:
Let senses rule; the word is 'Pitch and Pay:'
Trust none;
For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 50And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck:
Therefore, Caveto be thy counsellor.
Go, clear thy crystals. Yoke-fellows in arms,
Let us to France; like horse-leeches, my boys,
To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!
BoyAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 55And that's but unwholesome food they say.
PISTOLTouch her soft mouth, and march.
BARDOLPHFarewell, hostess.
NYMI cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but, adieu.
PISTOLLet housewifery appear: keep close, I thee command.
HostessAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 60Farewell; adieu.

ACT II

SCENE IV. France. The KING'S palace.

KING OF FRANCEThus comes the English with full power upon us;
And more than carefully it us concerns
To answer royally in our defences.
Therefore the Dukes of Berri and of Bretagne,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 5Of Brabant and of Orleans, shall make forth,
And you, Prince Dauphin, with all swift dispatch,
To line and new repair our towns of war
With men of courage and with means defendant;
For England his approaches makes as fierce
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 10As waters to the sucking of a gulf.
It fits us then to be as provident
As fear may teach us out of late examples
Left by the fatal and neglected English
Upon our fields.
DAUPHINAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 15My most redoubted father,
It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe;
For peace itself should not so dull a kingdom,
Though war nor no known quarrel were in question,
But that defences, musters, preparations,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 20Should be maintain'd, assembled and collected,
As were a war in expectation.
Therefore, I say 'tis meet we all go forth
To view the sick and feeble parts of France:
And let us do it with no show of fear;
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 25No, with no more than if we heard that England
Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance:
For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd,
Her sceptre so fantastically borne
By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 30That fear attends her not.
ConstableO peace, Prince Dauphin!
You are too much mistaken in this king:
Question your grace the late ambassadors,
With what great state he heard their embassy,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 35How well supplied with noble counsellors,
How modest in exception, and withal
How terrible in constant resolution,
And you shall find his vanities forespent
Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 40Covering discretion with a coat of folly;
As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots
That shall first spring and be most delicate.
DAUPHINWell, 'tis not so, my lord high constable;
But though we think it so, it is no matter:
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 45In cases of defence 'tis best to weigh
The enemy more mighty than he seems:
So the proportions of defence are fill'd;
Which of a weak or niggardly projection
Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat with scanting
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 50A little cloth.
KING OF FRANCEThink we King Harry strong;
And, princes, look you strongly arm to meet him.
The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us;
And he is bred out of that bloody strain
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 55That haunted us in our familiar paths:
Witness our too much memorable shame
When Cressy battle fatally was struck,
And all our princes captiv'd by the hand
Of that black name, Edward, Black Prince of Wales;
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 60Whiles that his mountain sire, on mountain standing,
Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,
Saw his heroical seed, and smiled to see him,
Mangle the work of nature and deface
The patterns that by God and by French fathers
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 65Had twenty years been made. This is a stem
Of that victorious stock; and let us fear
The native mightiness and fate of him.
MessengerAmbassadors from Harry King of England
Do crave admittance to your majesty.
KING OF FRANCEAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 70We'll give them present audience. Go, and bring them.
You see this chase is hotly follow'd, friends.
DAUPHINTurn head, and stop pursuit; for coward dogs
Most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten
Runs far before them. Good my sovereign,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 75Take up the English short, and let them know
Of what a monarchy you are the head:
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
As self-neglecting.
KING OF FRANCEFrom our brother England?
EXETERAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 80From him; and thus he greets your majesty.
He wills you, in the name of God Almighty,
That you divest yourself, and lay apart
The borrow'd glories that by gift of heaven,
By law of nature and of nations, 'long
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 85To him and to his heirs; namely, the crown
And all wide-stretched honours that pertain
By custom and the ordinance of times
Unto the crown of France. That you may know
'Tis no sinister nor no awkward claim,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 90Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days,
Nor from the dust of old oblivion raked,
He sends you this most memorable line,
In every branch truly demonstrative;
Willing to overlook this pedigree:
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 95And when you find him evenly derived
From his most famed of famous ancestors,
Edward the Third, he bids you then resign
Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held
From him the native and true challenger.
KING OF FRANCEAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 100Or else what follows?
EXETERBloody constraint; for if you hide the crown
Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it:
Therefore in fierce tempest is he coming,
In thunder and in earthquake, like a Jove,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 105That, if requiring fail, he will compel;
And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord,
Deliver up the crown, and to take mercy
On the poor souls for whom this hungry war
Opens his vasty jaws; and on your head
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 110Turning the widows' tears, the orphans' cries
The dead men's blood, the pining maidens groans,
For husbands, fathers and betrothed lovers,
That shall be swallow'd in this controversy.
This is his claim, his threatening and my message;
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 115Unless the Dauphin be in presence here,
To whom expressly I bring greeting too.
KING OF FRANCEFor us, we will consider of this further:
To-morrow shall you bear our full intent
Back to our brother England.
DAUPHINAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 120For the Dauphin,
I stand here for him: what to him from England?
EXETERScorn and defiance; slight regard, contempt,
And any thing that may not misbecome
The mighty sender, doth he prize you at.
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 125Thus says my king; an' if your father's highness
Do not, in grant of all demands at large,
Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty,
He'll call you to so hot an answer of it,
That caves and womby vaultages of France
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 130Shall chide your trespass and return your mock
In second accent of his ordnance.
DAUPHINSay, if my father render fair return,
It is against my will; for I desire
Nothing but odds with England: to that end,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 135As matching to his youth and vanity,
I did present him with the Paris balls.
EXETERHe'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it,
Were it the mistress-court of mighty Europe:
And, be assured, you'll find a difference,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 140As we his subjects have in wonder found,
Between the promise of his greener days
And these he masters now: now he weighs time
Even to the utmost grain: that you shall read
In your own losses, if he stay in France.
KING OF FRANCEAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 145To-morrow shall you know our mind at full.
EXETERDispatch us with all speed, lest that our king
Come here himself to question our delay;
For he is footed in this land already.
KING OF FRANCEYou shall be soon dispatch's with fair conditions:
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 150A night is but small breath and little pause
To answer matters of this consequence.

ACT III

SCENE I. France. Before Harfleur.

KING HENRY VOnce more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 5But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 10Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 15Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 20Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 25And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 30That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'

ACT III

SCENE II. The same.

BARDOLPHOn, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the breach!
NYMPray thee, corporal, stay: the knocks are too hot;
and, for mine own part, I have not a case of lives:
the humour of it is too hot, that is the very
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 5plain-song of it.
PISTOLThe plain-song is most just: for humours do abound:
Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop and die;
And sword and shield,
In bloody field,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 10Doth win immortal fame.
BoyWould I were in an alehouse in London! I would give
all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
PISTOLAnd I:
If wishes would prevail with me,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 15My purpose should not fail with me,
But thither would I hie.
BoyAs duly, but not as truly,
As bird doth sing on bough.
FLUELLENUp to the breach, you dogs! avaunt, you cullions!
PISTOLAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 20Be merciful, great duke, to men of mould.
Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage,
Abate thy rage, great duke!
Good bawcock, bate thy rage; use lenity, sweet chuck!
NYMThese be good humours! your honour wins bad humours.
BoyAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 25As young as I am, I have observed these three
swashers. I am boy to them all three: but all they
three, though they would serve me, could not be man
to me; for indeed three such antics do not amount to
a man. For Bardolph, he is white-livered and
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 30red-faced; by the means whereof a' faces it out, but
fights not. For Pistol, he hath a killing tongue
and a quiet sword; by the means whereof a' breaks
words, and keeps whole weapons. For Nym, he hath
heard that men of few words are the best men; and
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 35therefore he scorns to say his prayers, lest a'
should be thought a coward: but his few bad words
are matched with as few good deeds; for a' never
broke any man's head but his own, and that was
against a post when he was drunk. They will steal
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 40any thing, and call it purchase. Bardolph stole a
lute-case, bore it twelve leagues, and sold it for
three half pence. Nym and Bardolph are sworn
brothers in filching, and in Calais they stole a
fire-shovel: I knew by that piece of service the
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 45men would carry coals. They would have me as
familiar with men's pockets as their gloves or their
handkerchers: which makes much against my manhood,
if I should take from another's pocket to put into
mine; for it is plain pocketing up of wrongs. I
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 50must leave them, and seek some better service:
their villany goes against my weak stomach, and
therefore I must cast it up.
GOWERCaptain Fluellen, you must come presently to the
mines; the Duke of Gloucester would speak with you.
FLUELLENAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 55To the mines! tell you the duke, it is not so good
to come to the mines; for, look you, the mines is
not according to the disciplines of the war: the
concavities of it is not sufficient; for, look you,
the athversary, you may discuss unto the duke, look
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 60you, is digt himself four yard under the
countermines: by Cheshu, I think a' will plough up
all, if there is not better directions.
GOWERThe Duke of Gloucester, to whom the order of the
siege is given, is altogether directed by an
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 65Irishman, a very valiant gentleman, i' faith.
FLUELLENIt is Captain Macmorris, is it not?
GOWERI think it be.
FLUELLENBy Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the world: I will
verify as much in his beard: be has no more
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 70directions in the true disciplines of the wars, look
you, of the Roman disciplines, than is a puppy-dog.
GOWERHere a' comes; and the Scots captain, Captain Jamy, with him.
FLUELLENCaptain Jamy is a marvellous falourous gentleman,
that is certain; and of great expedition and
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 75knowledge in th' aunchient wars, upon my particular
knowledge of his directions: by Cheshu, he will
maintain his argument as well as any military man in
the world, in the disciplines of the pristine wars
of the Romans.
JAMYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 80I say gud-day, Captain Fluellen.
FLUELLENGod-den to your worship, good Captain James.
GOWERHow now, Captain Macmorris! have you quit the
mines? have the pioneers given o'er?
MACMORRISBy Chrish, la! tish ill done: the work ish give
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 85over, the trompet sound the retreat. By my hand, I
swear, and my father's soul, the work ish ill done;
it ish give over: I would have blowed up the town, so
Chrish save me, la! in an hour: O, tish ill done,
tish ill done; by my hand, tish ill done!
FLUELLENAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 90Captain Macmorris, I beseech you now, will you
voutsafe me, look you, a few disputations with you,
as partly touching or concerning the disciplines of
the war, the Roman wars, in the way of argument,
look you, and friendly communication; partly to
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 95satisfy my opinion, and partly for the satisfaction,
look you, of my mind, as touching the direction of
the military discipline; that is the point.
JAMYIt sall be vary gud, gud feith, gud captains bath:
and I sall quit you with gud leve, as I may pick
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 100occasion; that sall I, marry.
MACMORRISIt is no time to discourse, so Chrish save me: the
day is hot, and the weather, and the wars, and the
king, and the dukes: it is no time to discourse. The
town is beseeched, and the trumpet call us to the
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 105breach; and we talk, and, be Chrish, do nothing:
'tis shame for us all: so God sa' me, 'tis shame to
stand still; it is shame, by my hand: and there is
throats to be cut, and works to be done; and there
ish nothing done, so Chrish sa' me, la!
JAMYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 110By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine take themselves
to slomber, ay'll de gud service, or ay'll lig i'
the grund for it; ay, or go to death; and ay'll pay
't as valourously as I may, that sall I suerly do,
that is the breff and the long. Marry, I wad full
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 115fain hear some question 'tween you tway.
FLUELLENCaptain Macmorris, I think, look you, under your
correction, there is not many of your nation —
MACMORRISOf my nation! What ish my nation? Ish a villain,
and a bastard, and a knave, and a rascal. What ish
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 120my nation? Who talks of my nation?
FLUELLENLook you, if you take the matter otherwise than is
meant, Captain Macmorris, peradventure I shall think
you do not use me with that affability as in
discretion you ought to use me, look you: being as
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 125good a man as yourself, both in the disciplines of
war, and in the derivation of my birth, and in
other particularities.
MACMORRISI do not know you so good a man as myself: so
Chrish save me, I will cut off your head.
GOWERAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 130Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.
JAMYA! that's a foul fault.
GOWERThe town sounds a parley.
FLUELLENCaptain Macmorris, when there is more better
opportunity to be required, look you, I will be so
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 135bold as to tell you I know the disciplines of war;
and there is an end.

ACT III

SCENE III. The same. Before the gates.

KING HENRY VHow yet resolves the governor of the town?
This is the latest parle we will admit;
Therefore to our best mercy give yourselves;
Or like to men proud of destruction
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 5Defy us to our worst: for, as I am a soldier,
A name that in my thoughts becomes me best,
If I begin the battery once again,
I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur
Till in her ashes she lie buried.
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 10The gates of mercy shall be all shut up,
And the flesh'd soldier, rough and hard of heart,
In liberty of bloody hand shall range
With conscience wide as hell, mowing like grass
Your fresh-fair virgins and your flowering infants.
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 15What is it then to me, if impious war,
Array'd in flames like to the prince of fiends,
Do, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats
Enlink'd to waste and desolation?
What is't to me, when you yourselves are cause,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 20If your pure maidens fall into the hand
Of hot and forcing violation?
What rein can hold licentious wickedness
When down the hill he holds his fierce career?
We may as bootless spend our vain command
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 25Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil
As send precepts to the leviathan
To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur,
Take pity of your town and of your people,
Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command;
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 30Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace
O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds
Of heady murder, spoil and villany.
If not, why, in a moment look to see
The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 35Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters;
Your fathers taken by the silver beards,
And their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls,
Your naked infants spitted upon pikes,
Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confused
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 40Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry
At Herod's bloody-hunting slaughtermen.
What say you? will you yield, and this avoid,
Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd?
GOVERNOROur expectation hath this day an end:
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 45The Dauphin, whom of succors we entreated,
Returns us that his powers are yet not ready
To raise so great a siege. Therefore, great king,
We yield our town and lives to thy soft mercy.
Enter our gates; dispose of us and ours;
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 50For we no longer are defensible.
KING HENRY VOpen your gates. Come, uncle Exeter,
Go you and enter Harfleur; there remain,
And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French:
Use mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 55The winter coming on and sickness growing
Upon our soldiers, we will retire to Calais.
To-night in Harfleur we will be your guest;
To-morrow for the march are we addrest.

ACT III

SCENE IV. The FRENCH KING's palace.

KATHARINEAlice, tu as ete en Angleterre, et tu parles bien le langage.
ALICEUn peu, madame.
KATHARINEJe te prie, m'enseignez: il faut que j'apprenne a
parler. Comment appelez-vous la main en Anglois?
ALICEAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 5La main? elle est appelee de hand.
KATHARINEDe hand. Et les doigts?
ALICELes doigts? ma foi, j'oublie les doigts; mais je me
souviendrai. Les doigts? je pense qu'ils sont
appeles de fingres; oui, de fingres.
KATHARINEAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 10La main, de hand; les doigts, de fingres. Je pense
que je suis le bon ecolier; j'ai gagne deux mots
d'Anglois vitement. Comment appelez-vous les ongles?
ALICELes ongles? nous les appelons de nails.
KATHARINEDe nails. Ecoutez; dites-moi, si je parle bien: de
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 15hand, de fingres, et de nails.
ALICEC'est bien dit, madame; il est fort bon Anglois.
KATHARINEDites-moi l'Anglois pour le bras.
ALICEDe arm, madame.
KATHARINEEt le coude?
ALICEAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 20De elbow.
KATHARINEDe elbow. Je m'en fais la repetition de tous les
mots que vous m'avez appris des a present.
ALICEIl est trop difficile, madame, comme je pense.
KATHARINEExcusez-moi, Alice; ecoutez: de hand, de fingres,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 25de nails, de arma, de bilbow.
ALICEDe elbow, madame.
KATHARINEO Seigneur Dieu, je m'en oublie! de elbow. Comment
appelez-vous le col?
ALICEDe neck, madame.
KATHARINEAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 30De nick. Et le menton?
ALICEDe chin.
KATHARINEDe sin. Le col, de nick; de menton, de sin.
ALICEOui. Sauf votre honneur, en verite, vous prononcez
les mots aussi droit que les natifs d'Angleterre.
KATHARINEAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 35Je ne doute point d'apprendre, par la grace de Dieu,
et en peu de temps.
ALICEN'avez vous pas deja oublie ce que je vous ai enseigne?
KATHARINENon, je reciterai a vous promptement: de hand, de
fingres, de mails —
ALICEAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 40De nails, madame.
KATHARINEDe nails, de arm, de ilbow.
ALICESauf votre honneur, de elbow.
KATHARINEAinsi dis-je; de elbow, de nick, et de sin. Comment
appelez-vous le pied et la robe?
ALICEAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 45De foot, madame; et de coun.
KATHARINEDe foot et de coun! O Seigneur Dieu! ce sont mots
de son mauvais, corruptible, gros, et impudique, et
non pour les dames d'honneur d'user: je ne voudrais
prononcer ces mots devant les seigneurs de France
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 50pour tout le monde. Foh! le foot et le coun!
Neanmoins, je reciterai une autre fois ma lecon
ensemble: de hand, de fingres, de nails, de arm, de
elbow, de nick, de sin, de foot, de coun.
ALICEExcellent, madame!
KATHARINEAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 55C'est assez pour une fois: allons-nous a diner.

ACT III

SCENE V. The same.

KING OF FRANCE'Tis certain he hath pass'd the river Somme.
ConstableAnd if he be not fought withal, my lord,
Let us not live in France; let us quit all
And give our vineyards to a barbarous people.
DAUPHINAct 3 Sc 5 Ln 5O Dieu vivant! shall a few sprays of us,
The emptying of our fathers' luxury,
Our scions, put in wild and savage stock,
Spirt up so suddenly into the clouds,
And overlook their grafters?
BOURBONAct 3 Sc 5 Ln 10Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards!
Mort de ma vie! if they march along
Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom,
To buy a slobbery and a dirty farm
In that nook-shotten isle of Albion.
ConstableAct 3 Sc 5 Ln 15Dieu de batailles! where have they this mettle?
Is not their climate foggy, raw and dull,
On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale,
Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden water,
A drench for sur-rein'd jades, their barley-broth,
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 20Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?
And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine,
Seem frosty? O, for honour of our land,
Let us not hang like roping icicles
Upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty people
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 25Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields!
Poor we may call them in their native lords.
DAUPHINBy faith and honour,
Our madams mock at us, and plainly say
Our mettle is bred out and they will give
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 30Their bodies to the lust of English youth
To new-store France with bastard warriors.
BOURBONThey bid us to the English dancing-schools,
And teach lavoltas high and swift corantos;
Saying our grace is only in our heels,
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 35And that we are most lofty runaways.
KING OF FRANCEWhere is Montjoy the herald? speed him hence:
Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.
Up, princes! and, with spirit of honour edged
More sharper than your swords, hie to the field:
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 40Charles Delabreth, high constable of France;
You Dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berri,
Alencon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy;
Jaques Chatillon, Rambures, Vaudemont,
Beaumont, Grandpre, Roussi, and Fauconberg,
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 45Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois;
High dukes, great princes, barons, lords and knights,
For your great seats now quit you of great shames.
Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land
With pennons painted in the blood of Harfleur:
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 50Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow
Upon the valleys, whose low vassal seat
The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon:
Go down upon him, you have power enough,
And in a captive chariot into Rouen
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 55Bring him our prisoner.
ConstableThis becomes the great.
Sorry am I his numbers are so few,
His soldiers sick and famish'd in their march,
For I am sure, when he shall see our army,
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 60He'll drop his heart into the sink of fear
And for achievement offer us his ransom.
KING OF FRANCETherefore, lord constable, haste on Montjoy.
And let him say to England that we send
To know what willing ransom he will give.
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 65Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Rouen.
DAUPHINNot so, I do beseech your majesty.
KING OF FRANCEBe patient, for you shall remain with us.
Now forth, lord constable and princes all,
And quickly bring us word of England's fall.

ACT III

SCENE VI. The English camp in Picardy.

GOWERHow now, Captain Fluellen! come you from the bridge?
FLUELLENI assure you, there is very excellent services
committed at the bridge.
GOWERIs the Duke of Exeter safe?
FLUELLENAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 5The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Agamemnon;
and a man that I love and honour with my soul, and my
heart, and my duty, and my life, and my living, and
my uttermost power: he is not-God be praised and
blessed! — any hurt in the world; but keeps the
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 10bridge most valiantly, with excellent discipline.
There is an aunchient lieutenant there at the
pridge, I think in my very conscience he is as
valiant a man as Mark Antony; and he is a man of no
estimation in the world; but did see him do as
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 15gallant service.
GOWERWhat do you call him?
FLUELLENHe is called Aunchient Pistol.
GOWERI know him not.
FLUELLENHere is the man.
PISTOLAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 20Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours:
The Duke of Exeter doth love thee well.
FLUELLENAy, I praise God; and I have merited some love at
his hands.
PISTOLBardolph, a soldier, firm and sound of heart,
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 25And of buxom valour, hath, by cruel fate,
And giddy Fortune's furious fickle wheel,
That goddess blind,
That stands upon the rolling restless stone —
FLUELLENBy your patience, Aunchient Pistol. Fortune is
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 30painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes, to
signify to you that Fortune is blind; and she is
painted also with a wheel, to signify to you, which
is the moral of it, that she is turning, and
inconstant, and mutability, and variation: and her
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 35foot, look you, is fixed upon a spherical stone,
which rolls, and rolls, and rolls: in good truth,
the poet makes a most excellent description of it:
Fortune is an excellent moral.
PISTOLFortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him;
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 40For he hath stolen a pax, and hanged must a' be:
A damned death!
Let gallows gape for dog; let man go free
And let not hemp his wind-pipe suffocate:
But Exeter hath given the doom of death
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 45For pax of little price.
Therefore, go speak: the duke will hear thy voice:
And let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut
With edge of penny cord and vile reproach:
Speak, captain, for his life, and I will thee requite.
FLUELLENAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 50Aunchient Pistol, I do partly understand your meaning.
PISTOLWhy then, rejoice therefore.
FLUELLENCertainly, aunchient, it is not a thing to rejoice
at: for if, look you, he were my brother, I would
desire the duke to use his good pleasure, and put
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 55him to execution; for discipline ought to be used.
PISTOLDie and be damn'd! and figo for thy friendship!
FLUELLENIt is well.
PISTOLThe fig of Spain!
FLUELLENVery good.
GOWERAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 60Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal; I
remember him now; a bawd, a cutpurse.
FLUELLENI'll assure you, a' uttered as brave words at the
bridge as you shall see in a summer's day. But it
is very well; what he has spoke to me, that is well,
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 65I warrant you, when time is serve.
GOWERWhy, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue, that now and then
goes to the wars, to grace himself at his return
into London under the form of a soldier. And such
fellows are perfect in the great commanders' names:
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 70and they will learn you by rote where services were
done; at such and such a sconce, at such a breach,
at such a convoy; who came off bravely, who was
shot, who disgraced, what terms the enemy stood on;
and this they con perfectly in the phrase of war,
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 75which they trick up with new-tuned oaths: and what
a beard of the general's cut and a horrid suit of
the camp will do among foaming bottles and
ale-washed wits, is wonderful to be thought on. But
you must learn to know such slanders of the age, or
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 80else you may be marvellously mistook.
FLUELLENI tell you what, Captain Gower; I do perceive he is
not the man that he would gladly make show to the
world he is: if I find a hole in his coat, I will
tell him my mind.
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 85Hark you, the king is coming, and I must speak with
him from the pridge.
God pless your majesty!
KING HENRY VHow now, Fluellen! camest thou from the bridge?
FLUELLENAy, so please your majesty. The Duke of Exeter has
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 90very gallantly maintained the pridge: the French is
gone off, look you; and there is gallant and most
prave passages; marry, th' athversary was have
possession of the pridge; but he is enforced to
retire, and the Duke of Exeter is master of the
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 95pridge: I can tell your majesty, the duke is a
prave man.
KING HENRY VWhat men have you lost, Fluellen?
FLUELLENThe perdition of th' athversary hath been very
great, reasonable great: marry, for my part, I
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 100think the duke hath lost never a man, but one that
is like to be executed for robbing a church, one
Bardolph, if your majesty know the man: his face is
all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs, and flames o'
fire: and his lips blows at his nose, and it is like
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 105a coal of fire, sometimes plue and sometimes red;
but his nose is executed and his fire's out.
KING HENRY VWe would have all such offenders so cut off: and we
give express charge, that in our marches through the
country, there be nothing compelled from the
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 110villages, nothing taken but paid for, none of the
French upbraided or abused in disdainful language;
for when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the
gentler gamester is the soonest winner.
MONTJOYYou know me by my habit.
KING HENRY VAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 115Well then I know thee: what shall I know of thee?
MONTJOYMy master's mind.
KING HENRY VUnfold it.
MONTJOYThus says my king: Say thou to Harry of England:
Though we seemed dead, we did but sleep: advantage
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 120is a better soldier than rashness. Tell him we
could have rebuked him at Harfleur, but that we
thought not good to bruise an injury till it were
full ripe: now we speak upon our cue, and our voice
is imperial: England shall repent his folly, see
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 125his weakness, and admire our sufferance. Bid him
therefore consider of his ransom; which must
proportion the losses we have borne, the subjects we
have lost, the disgrace we have digested; which in
weight to re-answer, his pettiness would bow under.
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 130For our losses, his exchequer is too poor; for the
effusion of our blood, the muster of his kingdom too
faint a number; and for our disgrace, his own
person, kneeling at our feet, but a weak and
worthless satisfaction. To this add defiance: and
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 135tell him, for conclusion, he hath betrayed his
followers, whose condemnation is pronounced. So far
my king and master; so much my office.
KING HENRY VWhat is thy name? I know thy quality.
MONTJOYMontjoy.
KING HENRY VAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 140Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee back.
And tell thy king I do not seek him now;
But could be willing to march on to Calais
Without impeachment: for, to say the sooth,
Though 'tis no wisdom to confess so much
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 145Unto an enemy of craft and vantage,
My people are with sickness much enfeebled,
My numbers lessened, and those few I have
Almost no better than so many French;
Who when they were in health, I tell thee, herald,
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 150I thought upon one pair of English legs
Did march three Frenchmen. Yet, forgive me, God,
That I do brag thus! This your air of France
Hath blown that vice in me: I must repent.
Go therefore, tell thy master here I am;
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 155My ransom is this frail and worthless trunk,
My army but a weak and sickly guard;
Yet, God before, tell him we will come on,
Though France himself and such another neighbour
Stand in our way. There's for thy labour, Montjoy.
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 160Go bid thy master well advise himself:
If we may pass, we will; if we be hinder'd,
We shall your tawny ground with your red blood
Discolour: and so Montjoy, fare you well.
The sum of all our answer is but this:
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 165We would not seek a battle, as we are;
Nor, as we are, we say we will not shun it:
So tell your master.
MONTJOYI shall deliver so. Thanks to your highness.
GLOUCESTERI hope they will not come upon us now.
KING HENRY VAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 170We are in God's hand, brother, not in theirs.
March to the bridge; it now draws toward night:
Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves,
And on to-morrow, bid them march away.

ACT III

SCENE VII. The French camp, near Agincourt:

ConstableTut! I have the best armour of the world. Would it were day!
ORLEANSYou have an excellent armour; but let my horse have his due.
ConstableIt is the best horse of Europe.
ORLEANSWill it never be morning?
DAUPHINAct 3 Sc 7 Ln 5My lord of Orleans, and my lord high constable, you
talk of horse and armour?
ORLEANSYou are as well provided of both as any prince in the world.
DAUPHINWhat a long night is this! I will not change my
horse with any that treads but on four pasterns.
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 10Ca, ha! he bounds from the earth, as if his
entrails were hairs; le cheval volant, the Pegasus,
chez les narines de feu! When I bestride him, I
soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth
sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 15hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.
ORLEANSHe's of the colour of the nutmeg.
DAUPHINAnd of the heat of the ginger. It is a beast for
Perseus: he is pure air and fire; and the dull
elements of earth and water never appear in him, but
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 20only in Patient stillness while his rider mounts
him: he is indeed a horse; and all other jades you
may call beasts.
ConstableIndeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and excellent horse.
DAUPHINIt is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is like the
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 25bidding of a monarch and his countenance enforces homage.
ORLEANSNo more, cousin.
DAUPHINNay, the man hath no wit that cannot, from the
rising of the lark to the lodging of the lamb, vary
deserved praise on my palfrey: it is a theme as
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 30fluent as the sea: turn the sands into eloquent
tongues, and my horse is argument for them all:
'tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on, and for
a sovereign's sovereign to ride on; and for the
world, familiar to us and unknown to lay apart
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 35their particular functions and wonder at him. I
once writ a sonnet in his praise and began thus:
'Wonder of nature,' —
ORLEANSI have heard a sonnet begin so to one's mistress.
DAUPHINThen did they imitate that which I composed to my
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 40courser, for my horse is my mistress.
ORLEANSYour mistress bears well.
DAUPHINMe well; which is the prescript praise and
perfection of a good and particular mistress.
ConstableNay, for methought yesterday your mistress shrewdly
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 45shook your back.
DAUPHINSo perhaps did yours.
ConstableMine was not bridled.
DAUPHINO then belike she was old and gentle; and you rode,
like a kern of Ireland, your French hose off, and in
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 50your straight strossers.
ConstableYou have good judgment in horsemanship.
DAUPHINBe warned by me, then: they that ride so and ride
not warily, fall into foul bogs. I had rather have
my horse to my mistress.
ConstableAct 3 Sc 7 Ln 55I had as lief have my mistress a jade.
DAUPHINI tell thee, constable, my mistress wears his own hair.
ConstableI could make as true a boast as that, if I had a sow
to my mistress.
DAUPHIN'Le chien est retourne a son propre vomissement, et
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 60la truie lavee au bourbier;' thou makest use of any thing.
ConstableYet do I not use my horse for my mistress, or any
such proverb so little kin to the purpose.
RAMBURESMy lord constable, the armour that I saw in your tent
to-night, are those stars or suns upon it?
ConstableAct 3 Sc 7 Ln 65Stars, my lord.
DAUPHINSome of them will fall to-morrow, I hope.
ConstableAnd yet my sky shall not want.
DAUPHINThat may be, for you bear a many superfluously, and
'twere more honour some were away.
ConstableAct 3 Sc 7 Ln 70Even as your horse bears your praises; who would
trot as well, were some of your brags dismounted.
DAUPHINWould I were able to load him with his desert! Will
it never be day? I will trot to-morrow a mile, and
my way shall be paved with English faces.
ConstableAct 3 Sc 7 Ln 75I will not say so, for fear I should be faced out of
my way: but I would it were morning; for I would
fain be about the ears of the English.
RAMBURESWho will go to hazard with me for twenty prisoners?
ConstableYou must first go yourself to hazard, ere you have them.
DAUPHINAct 3 Sc 7 Ln 80'Tis midnight; I'll go arm myself.
ORLEANSThe Dauphin longs for morning.
RAMBURESHe longs to eat the English.
ConstableI think he will eat all he kills.
ORLEANSBy the white hand of my lady, he's a gallant prince.
ConstableAct 3 Sc 7 Ln 85Swear by her foot, that she may tread out the oath.
ORLEANSHe is simply the most active gentleman of France.
ConstableDoing is activity; and he will still be doing.
ORLEANSHe never did harm, that I heard of.
ConstableNor will do none to-morrow: he will keep that good name still.
ORLEANSAct 3 Sc 7 Ln 90I know him to be valiant.
ConstableI was told that by one that knows him better than
you.
ORLEANSWhat's he?
ConstableMarry, he told me so himself; and he said he cared
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 95not who knew it
ORLEANSHe needs not; it is no hidden virtue in him.
ConstableBy my faith, sir, but it is; never any body saw it
but his lackey: 'tis a hooded valour; and when it
appears, it will bate.
ORLEANSAct 3 Sc 7 Ln 100Ill will never said well.
ConstableI will cap that proverb with 'There is flattery in friendship.'
ORLEANSAnd I will take up that with 'Give the devil his due.'
ConstableWell placed: there stands your friend for the
devil: have at the very eye of that proverb with 'A
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 105pox of the devil.'
ORLEANSYou are the better at proverbs, by how much 'A
fool's bolt is soon shot.'
ConstableYou have shot over.
ORLEANS'Tis not the first time you were overshot.
MessengerAct 3 Sc 7 Ln 110My lord high constable, the English lie within
fifteen hundred paces of your tents.
ConstableWho hath measured the ground?
MessengerThe Lord Grandpre.
ConstableA valiant and most expert gentleman. Would it were
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 115day! Alas, poor Harry of England! he longs not for
the dawning as we do.
ORLEANSWhat a wretched and peevish fellow is this king of
England, to mope with his fat-brained followers so
far out of his knowledge!
ConstableAct 3 Sc 7 Ln 120If the English had any apprehension, they would run away.
ORLEANSThat they lack; for if their heads had any
intellectual armour, they could never wear such heavy
head-pieces.
RAMBURESThat island of England breeds very valiant
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 125creatures; their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage.
ORLEANSFoolish curs, that run winking into the mouth of a
Russian bear and have their heads crushed like
rotten apples! You may as well say, that's a
valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
ConstableAct 3 Sc 7 Ln 130Just, just; and the men do sympathize with the
mastiffs in robustious and rough coming on, leaving
their wits with their wives: and then give them
great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will
eat like wolves and fight like devils.
ORLEANSAct 3 Sc 7 Ln 135Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of beef.
ConstableThen shall we find to-morrow they have only stomachs
to eat and none to fight. Now is it time to arm:
come, shall we about it?
ORLEANSIt is now two o'clock: but, let me see, by ten
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 140We shall have each a hundred Englishmen.

ACT IV

SCENE I. The English camp at Agincourt.

KING HENRY VGloucester, 'tis true that we are in great danger;
The greater therefore should our courage be.
Good morrow, brother Bedford. God Almighty!
There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 5Would men observingly distil it out.
For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers,
Which is both healthful and good husbandry:
Besides, they are our outward consciences,
And preachers to us all, admonishing
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 10That we should dress us fairly for our end.
Thus may we gather honey from the weed,
And make a moral of the devil himself.
Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham:
A good soft pillow for that good white head
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 15Were better than a churlish turf of France.
ERPINGHAMNot so, my liege: this lodging likes me better,
Since I may say 'Now lie I like a king.'
KING HENRY V'Tis good for men to love their present pains
Upon example; so the spirit is eased:
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 20And when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt,
The organs, though defunct and dead before,
Break up their drowsy grave and newly move,
With casted slough and fresh legerity.
Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas. Brothers both,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 25Commend me to the princes in our camp;
Do my good morrow to them, and anon
Desire them an to my pavilion.
GLOUCESTERWe shall, my liege.
ERPINGHAMShall I attend your grace?
KING HENRY VAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 30No, my good knight;
Go with my brothers to my lords of England:
I and my bosom must debate awhile,
And then I would no other company.
ERPINGHAMThe Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry!
KING HENRY VAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 35God-a-mercy, old heart! thou speak'st cheerfully.
PISTOLQui va la?
KING HENRY VA friend.
PISTOLDiscuss unto me; art thou officer?
Or art thou base, common and popular?
KING HENRY VAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 40I am a gentleman of a company.
PISTOLTrail'st thou the puissant pike?
KING HENRY VEven so. What are you?
PISTOLAs good a gentleman as the emperor.
KING HENRY VThen you are a better than the king.
PISTOLAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 45The king's a bawcock, and a heart of gold,
A lad of life, an imp of fame;
Of parents good, of fist most valiant.
I kiss his dirty shoe, and from heart-string
I love the lovely bully. What is thy name?
KING HENRY VAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 50Harry le Roy.
PISTOLLe Roy! a Cornish name: art thou of Cornish crew?
KING HENRY VNo, I am a Welshman.
PISTOLKnow'st thou Fluellen?
KING HENRY VYes.
PISTOLAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 55Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate
Upon Saint Davy's day.
KING HENRY VDo not you wear your dagger in your cap that day,
lest he knock that about yours.
PISTOLArt thou his friend?
KING HENRY VAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 60And his kinsman too.
PISTOLThe figo for thee, then!
KING HENRY VI thank you: God be with you!
PISTOLMy name is Pistol call'd.
KING HENRY VIt sorts well with your fierceness.
GOWERAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 65Captain Fluellen!
FLUELLENSo! in the name of Jesu Christ, speak lower. It is
the greatest admiration of the universal world, when
the true and aunchient prerogatifes and laws of the
wars is not kept: if you would take the pains but to
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 70examine the wars of Pompey the Great, you shall
find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle toddle
nor pibble pabble in Pompey's camp; I warrant you,
you shall find the ceremonies of the wars, and the
cares of it, and the forms of it, and the sobriety
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 75of it, and the modesty of it, to be otherwise.
GOWERWhy, the enemy is loud; you hear him all night.
FLUELLENIf the enemy is an ass and a fool and a prating
coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also,
look you, be an ass and a fool and a prating
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 80coxcomb? in your own conscience, now?
GOWERI will speak lower.
FLUELLENI pray you and beseech you that you will.
KING HENRY VThough it appear a little out of fashion,
There is much care and valour in this Welshman.
COURTAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 85Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which
breaks yonder?
BATESI think it be: but we have no great cause to desire
the approach of day.
WILLIAMSWe see yonder the beginning of the day, but I think
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 90we shall never see the end of it. Who goes there?
KING HENRY VA friend.
WILLIAMSUnder what captain serve you?
KING HENRY VUnder Sir Thomas Erpingham.
WILLIAMSA good old commander and a most kind gentleman: I
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 95pray you, what thinks he of our estate?
KING HENRY VEven as men wrecked upon a sand, that look to be
washed off the next tide.
BATESHe hath not told his thought to the king?
KING HENRY VNo; nor it is not meet he should. For, though I
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 100speak it to you, I think the king is but a man, as I
am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me: the
element shows to him as it doth to me; all his
senses have but human conditions: his ceremonies
laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 105though his affections are higher mounted than ours,
yet, when they stoop, they stoop with the like
wing. Therefore when he sees reason of fears, as we
do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish
as ours are: yet, in reason, no man should possess
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 110him with any appearance of fear, lest he, by showing
it, should dishearten his army.
BATESHe may show what outward courage he will; but I
believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could wish
himself in Thames up to the neck; and so I would he
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 115were, and I by him, at all adventures, so we were quit here.
KING HENRY VBy my troth, I will speak my conscience of the king:
I think he would not wish himself any where but
where he is.
BATESThen I would he were here alone; so should he be
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 120sure to be ransomed, and a many poor men's lives saved.
KING HENRY VI dare say you love him not so ill, to wish him here
alone, howsoever you speak this to feel other men's
minds: methinks I could not die any where so
contented as in the king's company; his cause being
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 125just and his quarrel honourable.
WILLIAMSThat's more than we know.
BATESAy, or more than we should seek after; for we know
enough, if we know we are the kings subjects: if
his cause be wrong, our obedience to the king wipes
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 130the crime of it out of us.
WILLIAMSBut if the cause be not good, the king himself hath
a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs and
arms and heads, chopped off in battle, shall join
together at the latter day and cry all 'We died at
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 135such a place;' some swearing, some crying for a
surgeon, some upon their wives left poor behind
them, some upon the debts they owe, some upon their
children rawly left. I am afeard there are few die
well that die in a battle; for how can they
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 140charitably dispose of any thing, when blood is their
argument? Now, if these men do not die well, it
will be a black matter for the king that led them to
it; whom to disobey were against all proportion of
subjection.
KING HENRY VAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 145So, if a son that is by his father sent about
merchandise do sinfully miscarry upon the sea, the
imputation of his wickedness by your rule, should be
imposed upon his father that sent him: or if a
servant, under his master's command transporting a
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 150sum of money, be assailed by robbers and die in
many irreconciled iniquities, you may call the
business of the master the author of the servant's
damnation: but this is not so: the king is not
bound to answer the particular endings of his
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 155soldiers, the father of his son, nor the master of
his servant; for they purpose not their death, when
they purpose their services. Besides, there is no
king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to
the arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 160unspotted soldiers: some peradventure have on them
the guilt of premeditated and contrived murder;
some, of beguiling virgins with the broken seals of
perjury; some, making the wars their bulwark, that
have before gored the gentle bosom of peace with
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 165pillage and robbery. Now, if these men have
defeated the law and outrun native punishment,
though they can outstrip men, they have no wings to
fly from God: war is his beadle, war is vengeance;
so that here men are punished for before-breach of
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 170the king's laws in now the king's quarrel: where
they feared the death, they have borne life away;
and where they would be safe, they perish: then if
they die unprovided, no more is the king guilty of
their damnation than he was before guilty of those
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 175impieties for the which they are now visited. Every
subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's
soul is his own. Therefore should every soldier in
the wars do as every sick man in his bed, wash every
mote out of his conscience: and dying so, death
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 180is to him advantage; or not dying, the time was
blessedly lost wherein such preparation was gained:
and in him that escapes, it were not sin to think
that, making God so free an offer, He let him
outlive that day to see His greatness and to teach
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 185others how they should prepare.
WILLIAMS'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill upon
his own head, the king is not to answer it.
BATESBut I do not desire he should answer for me; and
yet I determine to fight lustily for him.
KING HENRY VAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 190I myself heard the king say he would not be ransomed.
WILLIAMSAy, he said so, to make us fight cheerfully: but
when our throats are cut, he may be ransomed, and we
ne'er the wiser.
KING HENRY VIf I live to see it, I will never trust his word after.
WILLIAMSAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 195You pay him then. That's a perilous shot out of an
elder-gun, that a poor and private displeasure can
do against a monarch! you may as well go about to
turn the sun to ice with fanning in his face with a
peacock's feather. You'll never trust his word
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 200after! come, 'tis a foolish saying.
KING HENRY VYour reproof is something too round: I should be
angry with you, if the time were convenient.
WILLIAMSLet it be a quarrel between us, if you live.
KING HENRY VI embrace it.
WILLIAMSAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 205How shall I know thee again?
KING HENRY VGive me any gage of thine, and I will wear it in my
bonnet: then, if ever thou darest acknowledge it, I
will make it my quarrel.
WILLIAMSHere's my glove: give me another of thine.
KING HENRY VAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 210There.
WILLIAMSThis will I also wear in my cap: if ever thou come
to me and say, after to-morrow, 'This is my glove,'
by this hand, I will take thee a box on the ear.
KING HENRY VIf ever I live to see it, I will challenge it.
WILLIAMSAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 215Thou darest as well be hanged.
KING HENRY VWell. I will do it, though I take thee in the
king's company.
WILLIAMSKeep thy word: fare thee well.
BATESBe friends, you English fools, be friends: we have
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 220French quarrels enow, if you could tell how to reckon.
KING HENRY VIndeed, the French may lay twenty French crowns to
one, they will beat us; for they bear them on their
shoulders: but it is no English treason to cut
French crowns, and to-morrow the king himself will
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 225be a clipper.
Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls,
Our debts, our careful wives,
Our children and our sins lay on the king!
We must bear all. O hard condition,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 230Twin-born with greatness, subject to the breath
Of every fool, whose sense no more can feel
But his own wringing! What infinite heart's-ease
Must kings neglect, that private men enjoy!
And what have kings, that privates have not too,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 235Save ceremony, save general ceremony?
And what art thou, thou idle ceremony?
What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more
Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers?
What are thy rents? what are thy comings in?
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 240O ceremony, show me but thy worth!
What is thy soul of adoration?
Art thou aught else but place, degree and form,
Creating awe and fear in other men?
Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 245Than they in fearing.
What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,
But poison'd flattery? O, be sick, great greatness,
And bid thy ceremony give thee cure!
Think'st thou the fiery fever will go out
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 250With titles blown from adulation?
Will it give place to flexure and low bending?
Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's knee,
Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream,
That play'st so subtly with a king's repose;
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 255I am a king that find thee, and I know
'Tis not the balm, the sceptre and the ball,
The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,
The intertissued robe of gold and pearl,
The farced title running 'fore the king,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 260The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp
That beats upon the high shore of this world,
No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony,
Not all these, laid in bed majestical,
Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 265Who with a body fill'd and vacant mind
Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread;
Never sees horrid night, the child of hell,
But, like a lackey, from the rise to set
Sweats in the eye of Phoebus and all night
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 270Sleeps in Elysium; next day after dawn,
Doth rise and help Hyperion to his horse,
And follows so the ever-running year,
With profitable labour, to his grave:
And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 275Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep,
Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king.
The slave, a member of the country's peace,
Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots
What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 280Whose hours the peasant best advantages.
ERPINGHAMMy lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence,
Seek through your camp to find you.
KING HENRY VGood old knight,
Collect them all together at my tent:
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 285I'll be before thee.
ERPINGHAMI shall do't, my lord.
KING HENRY VO God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts;
Possess them not with fear; take from them now
The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 290Pluck their hearts from them. Not to-day, O Lord,
O, not to-day, think not upon the fault
My father made in compassing the crown!
I Richard's body have interred anew;
And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 295Than from it issued forced drops of blood:
Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,
Who twice a-day their wither'd hands hold up
Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built
Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 300Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do;
Though all that I can do is nothing worth,
Since that my penitence comes after all,
Imploring pardon.
GLOUCESTERMy liege!
KING HENRY VAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 305My brother Gloucester's voice? Ay;
I know thy errand, I will go with thee:
The day, my friends and all things stay for me.

ACT IV

SCENE II. The French camp.

ORLEANSThe sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords!
DAUPHINMontez A cheval! My horse! varlet! laquais! ha!
ORLEANSO brave spirit!
DAUPHINVia! les eaux et la terre.
ORLEANSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 5Rien puis? L'air et la feu.
DAUPHINCiel, cousin Orleans.
Now, my lord constable!
ConstableHark, how our steeds for present service neigh!
DAUPHINMount them, and make incision in their hides,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 10That their hot blood may spin in English eyes,
And dout them with superfluous courage, ha!
RAMBURESWhat, will you have them weep our horses' blood?
How shall we, then, behold their natural tears?
MessengerThe English are embattled, you French peers.
ConstableAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 15To horse, you gallant princes! straight to horse!
Do but behold yon poor and starved band,
And your fair show shall suck away their souls,
Leaving them but the shales and husks of men.
There is not work enough for all our hands;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 20Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins
To give each naked curtle-axe a stain,
That our French gallants shall to-day draw out,
And sheathe for lack of sport: let us but blow on them,
The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them.
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 25'Tis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords,
That our superfluous lackeys and our peasants,
Who in unnecessary action swarm
About our squares of battle, were enow
To purge this field of such a hilding foe,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 30Though we upon this mountain's basis by
Took stand for idle speculation:
But that our honours must not. What's to say?
A very little little let us do.
And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 35The tucket sonance and the note to mount;
For our approach shall so much dare the field
That England shall couch down in fear and yield.
GRANDPREWhy do you stay so long, my lords of France?
Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 40Ill-favouredly become the morning field:
Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose,
And our air shakes them passing scornfully:
Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd host
And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps:
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 45The horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks,
With torch-staves in their hand; and their poor jades
Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips,
The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes
And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 50Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionless;
And their executors, the knavish crows,
Fly o'er them, all impatient for their hour.
Description cannot suit itself in words
To demonstrate the life of such a battle
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 55In life so lifeless as it shows itself.
ConstableThey have said their prayers, and they stay for death.
DAUPHINShall we go send them dinners and fresh suits
And give their fasting horses provender,
And after fight with them?
ConstableAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 60I stay but for my guidon: to the field!
I will the banner from a trumpet take,
And use it for my haste. Come, come, away!
The sun is high, and we outwear the day.

ACT IV

SCENE III. The English camp.

GLOUCESTERWhere is the king?
BEDFORDThe king himself is rode to view their battle.
WESTMORELANDOf fighting men they have full three score thousand.
EXETERThere's five to one; besides, they all are fresh.
SALISBURYAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 5God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds.
God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge:
If we no more meet till we meet in heaven,
Then, joyfully, my noble Lord of Bedford,
My dear Lord Gloucester, and my good Lord Exeter,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 10And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu!
BEDFORDFarewell, good Salisbury; and good luck go with thee!
EXETERFarewell, kind lord; fight valiantly to-day:
And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it,
For thou art framed of the firm truth of valour.
BEDFORDAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 15He is full of valour as of kindness;
Princely in both.
WESTMORELANDO that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!
KING HENRY VAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 20What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 25God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 30But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 35For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 40We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 45And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 50And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 55Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 60From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 65This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
SALISBURYAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 70My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed:
The French are bravely in their battles set,
And will with all expedience charge on us.
KING HENRY VAll things are ready, if our minds be so.
WESTMORELANDPerish the man whose mind is backward now!
KING HENRY VAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 75Thou dost not wish more help from England, coz?
WESTMORELANDGod's will! my liege, would you and I alone,
Without more help, could fight this royal battle!
KING HENRY VWhy, now thou hast unwish'd five thousand men;
Which likes me better than to wish us one.
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 80You know your places: God be with you all!
MONTJOYOnce more I come to know of thee, King Harry,
If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,
Before thy most assured overthrow:
For certainly thou art so near the gulf,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 85Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy,
The constable desires thee thou wilt mind
Thy followers of repentance; that their souls
May make a peaceful and a sweet retire
From off these fields, where, wretches, their poor bodies
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 90Must lie and fester.
KING HENRY VWho hath sent thee now?
MONTJOYThe Constable of France.
KING HENRY VI pray thee, bear my former answer back:
Bid them achieve me and then sell my bones.
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 95Good God! why should they mock poor fellows thus?
The man that once did sell the lion's skin
While the beast lived, was killed with hunting him.
A many of our bodies shall no doubt
Find native graves; upon the which, I trust,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 100Shall witness live in brass of this day's work:
And those that leave their valiant bones in France,
Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills,
They shall be famed; for there the sun shall greet them,
And draw their honours reeking up to heaven;
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 105Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime,
The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France.
Mark then abounding valour in our English,
That being dead, like to the bullet's grazing,
Break out into a second course of mischief,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 110Killing in relapse of mortality.
Let me speak proudly: tell the constable
We are but warriors for the working-day;
Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirch'd
With rainy marching in the painful field;
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 115There's not a piece of feather in our host —
Good argument, I hope, we will not fly —
And time hath worn us into slovenry:
But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim;
And my poor soldiers tell me, yet ere night
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 120They'll be in fresher robes, or they will pluck
The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads
And turn them out of service. If they do this, —
As, if God please, they shall, — my ransom then
Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour;
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 125Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald:
They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints;
Which if they have as I will leave 'em them,
Shall yield them little, tell the constable.
MONTJOYI shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well:
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 130Thou never shalt hear herald any more.
KING HENRY VI fear thou'lt once more come again for ransom.
YORKMy lord, most humbly on my knee I beg
The leading of the vaward.
KING HENRY VTake it, brave York. Now, soldiers, march away:
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 135And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!

ACT IV

SCENE IV. The field of battle.

PISTOLYield, cur!
French SoldierJe pense que vous etes gentilhomme de bonne qualite.
PISTOLQualtitie calmie custure me! Art thou a gentleman?
what is thy name? discuss.
French SoldierAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 5O Seigneur Dieu!
PISTOLO, Signieur Dew should be a gentleman:
Perpend my words, O Signieur Dew, and mark;
O Signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox,
Except, O signieur, thou do give to me
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 10Egregious ransom.
French SoldierO, prenez misericorde! ayez pitie de moi!
PISTOLMoy shall not serve; I will have forty moys;
Or I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat
In drops of crimson blood.
French SoldierAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 15Est-il impossible d'echapper la force de ton bras?
PISTOLBrass, cur!
Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat,
Offer'st me brass?
French SoldierO pardonnez moi!
PISTOLAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 20Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys?
Come hither, boy: ask me this slave in French
What is his name.
BoyEcoutez: comment etes-vous appele?
French SoldierMonsieur le Fer.
BoyAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 25He says his name is Master Fer.
PISTOLMaster Fer! I'll fer him, and firk him, and ferret
him: discuss the same in French unto him.
BoyI do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and firk.
PISTOLBid him prepare; for I will cut his throat.
French SoldierAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 30Que dit-il, monsieur?
BoyIl me commande de vous dire que vous faites vous
pret; car ce soldat ici est dispose tout a cette
heure de couper votre gorge.
PISTOLOwy, cuppele gorge, permafoy,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 35Peasant, unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns;
Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.
French SoldierO, je vous supplie, pour l'amour de Dieu, me
pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison:
gardez ma vie, et je vous donnerai deux cents ecus.
PISTOLAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 40What are his words?
BoyHe prays you to save his life: he is a gentleman of
a good house; and for his ransom he will give you
two hundred crowns.
PISTOLTell him my fury shall abate, and I the crowns will take.
French SoldierAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 45Petit monsieur, que dit-il?
BoyEncore qu'il est contre son jurement de pardonner
aucun prisonnier, neanmoins, pour les ecus que vous
l'avez promis, il est content de vous donner la
liberte, le franchisement.
French SoldierAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 50Sur mes genoux je vous donne mille remercimens; et
je m'estime heureux que je suis tombe entre les
mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave,
vaillant, et tres distingue seigneur d'Angleterre.
PISTOLExpound unto me, boy.
BoyAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 55He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand thanks; and
he esteems himself happy that he hath fallen into
the hands of one, as he thinks, the most brave,
valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of England.
PISTOLAs I suck blood, I will some mercy show.
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 60Follow me!
BoySuivez-vous le grand capitaine.
I did never know so full a voice issue from so
empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty
vessel makes the greatest sound.' Bardolph and Nym
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 65had ten times more valour than this roaring devil i'
the old play, that every one may pare his nails with
a wooden dagger; and they are both hanged; and so
would this be, if he durst steal any thing
adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys, with
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 70the luggage of our camp: the French might have a
good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is
none to guard it but boys.

ACT IV

SCENE V. Another part of the field.

ConstableO diable!
ORLEANSO seigneur! le jour est perdu, tout est perdu!
DAUPHINMort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 5Sits mocking in our plumes. O merchante fortune!
Do not run away.
ConstableWhy, all our ranks are broke.
DAUPHINO perdurable shame! let's stab ourselves.
Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for?
ORLEANSAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 10Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?
BOURBONShame and eternal shame, nothing but shame!
Let us die in honour: once more back again;
And he that will not follow Bourbon now,
Let him go hence, and with his cap in hand,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 15Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door
Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog,
His fairest daughter is contaminated.
ConstableDisorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now!
Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.
ORLEANSAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 20We are enow yet living in the field
To smother up the English in our throngs,
If any order might be thought upon.
BOURBONThe devil take order now! I'll to the throng:
Let life be short; else shame will be too long.

ACT IV

SCENE VI. Another part of the field.

KING HENRY VWell have we done, thrice valiant countrymen:
But all's not done; yet keep the French the field.
EXETERThe Duke of York commends him to your majesty.
KING HENRY VLives he, good uncle? thrice within this hour
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 5I saw him down; thrice up again and fighting;
From helmet to the spur all blood he was.
EXETERIn which array, brave soldier, doth he lie,
Larding the plain; and by his bloody side,
Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 10The noble Earl of Suffolk also lies.
Suffolk first died: and York, all haggled over,
Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd,
And takes him by the beard; kisses the gashes
That bloodily did spawn upon his face;
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 15And cries aloud 'Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk!
My soul shall thine keep company to heaven;
Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly abreast,
As in this glorious and well-foughten field
We kept together in our chivalry!'
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 20Upon these words I came and cheer'd him up:
He smiled me in the face, raught me his hand,
And, with a feeble gripe, says 'Dear my lord,
Commend my service to me sovereign.'
So did he turn and over Suffolk's neck
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 25He threw his wounded arm and kiss'd his lips;
And so espoused to death, with blood he seal'd
A testament of noble-ending love.
The pretty and sweet manner of it forced
Those waters from me which I would have stopp'd;
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 30But I had not so much of man in me,
And all my mother came into mine eyes
And gave me up to tears.
KING HENRY VI blame you not;
For, hearing this, I must perforce compound
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 35With mistful eyes, or they will issue too.
But, hark! what new alarum is this same?
The French have reinforced their scatter'd men:
Then every soldier kill his prisoners:
Give the word through.

ACT IV

SCENE VII. Another part of the field.

FLUELLENKill the poys and the luggage! 'tis expressly
against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant a piece of
knavery, mark you now, as can be offer't; in your
conscience, now, is it not?
GOWERAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 5'Tis certain there's not a boy left alive; and the
cowardly rascals that ran from the battle ha' done
this slaughter: besides, they have burned and
carried away all that was in the king's tent;
wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused every
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 10soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a
gallant king!
FLUELLENAy, he was porn at Monmouth, Captain Gower. What
call you the town's name where Alexander the Pig was born!
GOWERAlexander the Great.
FLUELLENAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 15Why, I pray you, is not pig great? the pig, or the
great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the
magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the phrase
is a little variations.
GOWERI think Alexander the Great was born in Macedon; his
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 20father was called Philip of Macedon, as I take it.
FLUELLENI think it is in Macedon where Alexander is porn. I
tell you, captain, if you look in the maps of the
'orld, I warrant you sall find, in the comparisons
between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations,
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 25look you, is both alike. There is a river in
Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at
Monmouth: it is called Wye at Monmouth; but it is
out of my prains what is the name of the other
river; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 30to my fingers, and there is salmons in both. If you
mark Alexander's life well, Harry of Monmouth's life
is come after it indifferent well; for there is
figures in all things. Alexander, God knows, and
you know, in his rages, and his furies, and his
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 35wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and his
displeasures, and his indignations, and also being a
little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and
his angers, look you, kill his best friend, Cleitus.
GOWEROur king is not like him in that: he never killed
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 40any of his friends.
FLUELLENIt is not well done, mark you now take the tales out
of my mouth, ere it is made and finished. I speak
but in the figures and comparisons of it: as
Alexander killed his friend Cleitus, being in his
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 45ales and his cups; so also Harry Monmouth, being in
his right wits and his good judgments, turned away
the fat knight with the great belly-doublet: he
was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and
mocks; I have forgot his name.
GOWERAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 50Sir John Falstaff.
FLUELLENThat is he: I'll tell you there is good men porn at Monmouth.
GOWERHere comes his majesty.
KING HENRY VI was not angry since I came to France
Until this instant. Take a trumpet, herald;
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 55Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill:
If they will fight with us, bid them come down,
Or void the field; they do offend our sight:
If they'll do neither, we will come to them,
And make them skirr away, as swift as stones
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 60Enforced from the old Assyrian slings:
Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have,
And not a man of them that we shall take
Shall taste our mercy. Go and tell them so.
EXETERHere comes the herald of the French, my liege.
GLOUCESTERAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 65His eyes are humbler than they used to be.
KING HENRY VHow now! what means this, herald? know'st thou not
That I have fined these bones of mine for ransom?
Comest thou again for ransom?
MONTJOYNo, great king:
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 70I come to thee for charitable licence,
That we may wander o'er this bloody field
To look our dead, and then to bury them;
To sort our nobles from our common men.
For many of our princes — woe the while! —
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 75Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood;
So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs
In blood of princes; and their wounded steeds
Fret fetlock deep in gore and with wild rage
Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters,
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 80Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king,
To view the field in safety and dispose
Of their dead bodies!
KING HENRY VI tell thee truly, herald,
I know not if the day be ours or no;
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 85For yet a many of your horsemen peer
And gallop o'er the field.
MONTJOYThe day is yours.
KING HENRY VPraised be God, and not our strength, for it!
What is this castle call'd that stands hard by?
MONTJOYAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 90They call it Agincourt.
KING HENRY VThen call we this the field of Agincourt,
Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.
FLUELLENYour grandfather of famous memory, an't please your
majesty, and your great-uncle Edward the Plack
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 95Prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles,
fought a most prave pattle here in France.
KING HENRY VThey did, Fluellen.
FLUELLENYour majesty says very true: if your majesties is
remembered of it, the Welshmen did good service in a
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 100garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their
Monmouth caps; which, your majesty know, to this
hour is an honourable badge of the service; and I do
believe your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek
upon Saint Tavy's day.
KING HENRY VAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 105I wear it for a memorable honour;
For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman.
FLUELLENAll the water in Wye cannot wash your majesty's
Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that:
God pless it and preserve it, as long as it pleases
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 110his grace, and his majesty too!
KING HENRY VThanks, good my countryman.
FLUELLENBy Jeshu, I am your majesty's countryman, I care not
who know it; I will confess it to all the 'orld: I
need not to be ashamed of your majesty, praised be
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 115God, so long as your majesty is an honest man.
KING HENRY VGod keep me so! Our heralds go with him:
Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
On both our parts. Call yonder fellow hither.
EXETERSoldier, you must come to the king.
KING HENRY VAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 120Soldier, why wearest thou that glove in thy cap?
WILLIAMSAn't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of one that
I should fight withal, if he be alive.
KING HENRY VAn Englishman?
WILLIAMSAn't please your majesty, a rascal that swaggered
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 125with me last night; who, if alive and ever dare to
challenge this glove, I have sworn to take him a box
o' th' ear: or if I can see my glove in his cap,
which he swore, as he was a soldier, he would wear
if alive, I will strike it out soundly.
KING HENRY VAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 130What think you, Captain Fluellen? is it fit this
soldier keep his oath?
FLUELLENHe is a craven and a villain else, an't please your
majesty, in my conscience.
KING HENRY VIt may be his enemy is a gentleman of great sort,
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 135quite from the answer of his degree.
FLUELLENThough he be as good a gentleman as the devil is, as
Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look
your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath: if
he be perjured, see you now, his reputation is as
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 140arrant a villain and a Jacksauce, as ever his black
shoe trod upon God's ground and his earth, in my
conscience, la!
KING HENRY VThen keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meetest the fellow.
WILLIAMSSo I will, my liege, as I live.
KING HENRY VAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 145Who servest thou under?
WILLIAMSUnder Captain Gower, my liege.
FLUELLENGower is a good captain, and is good knowledge and
literatured in the wars.
KING HENRY VCall him hither to me, soldier.
WILLIAMSAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 150I will, my liege.
KING HENRY VHere, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for me and
stick it in thy cap: when Alencon and myself were
down together, I plucked this glove from his helm:
if any man challenge this, he is a friend to
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 155Alencon, and an enemy to our person; if thou
encounter any such, apprehend him, an thou dost me love.
FLUELLENYour grace doo's me as great honours as can be
desired in the hearts of his subjects: I would fain
see the man, that has but two legs, that shall find
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 160himself aggrieved at this glove; that is all; but I
would fain see it once, an please God of his grace
that I might see.
KING HENRY VKnowest thou Gower?
FLUELLENHe is my dear friend, an please you.
KING HENRY VAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 165Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to my tent.
FLUELLENI will fetch him.
KING HENRY VMy Lord of Warwick, and my brother Gloucester,
Follow Fluellen closely at the heels:
The glove which I have given him for a favour
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 170May haply purchase him a box o' th' ear;
It is the soldier's; I by bargain should
Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick:
If that the soldier strike him, as I judge
By his blunt bearing he will keep his word,
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 175Some sudden mischief may arise of it;
For I do know Fluellen valiant
And, touched with choler, hot as gunpowder,
And quickly will return an injury:
Follow and see there be no harm between them.
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 180Go you with me, uncle of Exeter.

ACT IV

SCENE VIII. Before KING HENRY'S pavilion.

WILLIAMSI warrant it is to knight you, captain.
FLUELLENGod's will and his pleasure, captain, I beseech you
now, come apace to the king: there is more good
toward you peradventure than is in your knowledge to dream of.
WILLIAMSAct 4 Sc 8 Ln 5Sir, know you this glove?
FLUELLENKnow the glove! I know the glove is glove.
WILLIAMSI know this; and thus I challenge it.
FLUELLEN'Sblood! an arrant traitor as any is in the
universal world, or in France, or in England!
GOWERAct 4 Sc 8 Ln 10How now, sir! you villain!
WILLIAMSDo you think I'll be forsworn?
FLUELLENStand away, Captain Gower; I will give treason his
payment into ploughs, I warrant you.
WILLIAMSI am no traitor.
FLUELLENAct 4 Sc 8 Ln 15That's a lie in thy throat. I charge you in his
majesty's name, apprehend him: he's a friend of the
Duke Alencon's.
WARWICKHow now, how now! what's the matter?
FLUELLENMy Lord of Warwick, here is — praised be God for it!
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 20 — a most contagious treason come to light, look
you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Here is
his majesty.
KING HENRY VHow now! what's the matter?
FLUELLENMy liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that,
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 25look your grace, has struck the glove which your
majesty is take out of the helmet of Alencon.
WILLIAMSMy liege, this was my glove; here is the fellow of
it; and he that I gave it to in change promised to
wear it in his cap: I promised to strike him, if he
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 30did: I met this man with my glove in his cap, and I
have been as good as my word.
FLUELLENYour majesty hear now, saving your majesty's
manhood, what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lousy
knave it is: I hope your majesty is pear me
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 35testimony and witness, and will avouchment, that
this is the glove of Alencon, that your majesty is
give me; in your conscience, now?
KING HENRY VGive me thy glove, soldier: look, here is the
fellow of it.
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 40'Twas I, indeed, thou promised'st to strike;
And thou hast given me most bitter terms.
FLUELLENAn please your majesty, let his neck answer for it,
if there is any martial law in the world.
KING HENRY VHow canst thou make me satisfaction?
WILLIAMSAct 4 Sc 8 Ln 45All offences, my lord, come from the heart: never
came any from mine that might offend your majesty.
KING HENRY VIt was ourself thou didst abuse.
WILLIAMSYour majesty came not like yourself: you appeared to
me but as a common man; witness the night, your
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 50garments, your lowliness; and what your highness
suffered under that shape, I beseech you take it for
your own fault and not mine: for had you been as I
took you for, I made no offence; therefore, I
beseech your highness, pardon me.
KING HENRY VAct 4 Sc 8 Ln 55Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns,
And give it to this fellow. Keep it, fellow;
And wear it for an honour in thy cap
Till I do challenge it. Give him the crowns:
And, captain, you must needs be friends with him.
FLUELLENAct 4 Sc 8 Ln 60By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle
enough in his belly. Hold, there is twelve pence
for you; and I pray you to serve Got, and keep you
out of prawls, and prabbles' and quarrels, and
dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the better for you.
WILLIAMSAct 4 Sc 8 Ln 65I will none of your money.
FLUELLENIt is with a good will; I can tell you, it will
serve you to mend your shoes: come, wherefore should
you be so pashful? your shoes is not so good: 'tis
a good silling, I warrant you, or I will change it.
KING HENRY VAct 4 Sc 8 Ln 70Now, herald, are the dead number'd?
HeraldHere is the number of the slaughter'd French.
KING HENRY VWhat prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle?
EXETERCharles Duke of Orleans, nephew to the king;
John Duke of Bourbon, and Lord Bouciqualt:
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 75Of other lords and barons, knights and squires,
Full fifteen hundred, besides common men.
KING HENRY VThis note doth tell me of ten thousand French
That in the field lie slain: of princes, in this number,
And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 80One hundred twenty six: added to these,
Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen,
Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which,
Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights:
So that, in these ten thousand they have lost,
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 85There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries;
The rest are princes, barons, lords, knights, squires,
And gentlemen of blood and quality.
The names of those their nobles that lie dead:
Charles Delabreth, high constable of France;
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 90Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France;
The master of the cross-bows, Lord Rambures;
Great Master of France, the brave Sir Guichard Dolphin,
John Duke of Alencon, Anthony Duke of Brabant,
The brother of the Duke of Burgundy,
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 95And Edward Duke of Bar: of lusty earls,
Grandpre and Roussi, Fauconberg and Foix,
Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Lestrale.
Here was a royal fellowship of death!
Where is the number of our English dead?
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 100Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk,
Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam, esquire:
None else of name; and of all other men
But five and twenty. O God, thy arm was here;
And not to us, but to thy arm alone,
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 105Ascribe we all! When, without stratagem,
But in plain shock and even play of battle,
Was ever known so great and little loss
On one part and on the other? Take it, God,
For it is none but thine!
EXETERAct 4 Sc 8 Ln 110'Tis wonderful!
KING HENRY VCome, go we in procession to the village.
And be it death proclaimed through our host
To boast of this or take the praise from God
Which is his only.
FLUELLENAct 4 Sc 8 Ln 115Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell
how many is killed?
KING HENRY VYes, captain; but with this acknowledgement,
That God fought for us.
FLUELLENYes, my conscience, he did us great good.
KING HENRY VAct 4 Sc 8 Ln 120Do we all holy rites;
Let there be sung 'Non nobis' and 'Te Deum;'
The dead with charity enclosed in clay:
And then to Calais; and to England then:
Where ne'er from France arrived more happy men.

ACT V

SCENE I. France. The English camp.

GOWERNay, that's right; but why wear you your leek today?
Saint Davy's day is past.
FLUELLENThere is occasions and causes why and wherefore in
all things: I will tell you, asse my friend,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 5Captain Gower: the rascally, scald, beggarly,
lousy, pragging knave, Pistol, which you and
yourself and all the world know to be no petter
than a fellow, look you now, of no merits, he is
come to me and prings me pread and salt yesterday,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 10look you, and bid me eat my leek: it was in place
where I could not breed no contention with him; but
I will be so bold as to wear it in my cap till I see
him once again, and then I will tell him a little
piece of my desires.
GOWERAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 15Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock.
FLUELLEN'Tis no matter for his swellings nor his
turkey-cocks. God pless you, Aunchient Pistol! you
scurvy, lousy knave, God pless you!
PISTOLHa! art thou bedlam? dost thou thirst, base Trojan,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 20To have me fold up Parca's fatal web?
Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek.
FLUELLENI peseech you heartily, scurvy, lousy knave, at my
desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eat,
look you, this leek: because, look you, you do not
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 25love it, nor your affections and your appetites and
your digestions doo's not agree with it, I would
desire you to eat it.
PISTOLNot for Cadwallader and all his goats.
FLUELLENThere is one goat for you.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 30Will you be so good, scauld knave, as eat it?
PISTOLBase Trojan, thou shalt die.
FLUELLENYou say very true, scauld knave, when God's will is:
I will desire you to live in the mean time, and eat
your victuals: come, there is sauce for it.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 35You called me yesterday mountain-squire; but I will
make you to-day a squire of low degree. I pray you,
fall to: if you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek.
GOWEREnough, captain: you have astonished him.
FLUELLENI say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 40I will peat his pate four days. Bite, I pray you; it
is good for your green wound and your ploody coxcomb.
PISTOLMust I bite?
FLUELLENYes, certainly, and out of doubt and out of question
too, and ambiguities.
PISTOLAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 45By this leek, I will most horribly revenge: I eat
and eat, I swear —
FLUELLENEat, I pray you: will you have some more sauce to
your leek? there is not enough leek to swear by.
PISTOLQuiet thy cudgel; thou dost see I eat.
FLUELLENAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 50Much good do you, scauld knave, heartily. Nay, pray
you, throw none away; the skin is good for your
broken coxcomb. When you take occasions to see leeks
hereafter, I pray you, mock at 'em; that is all.
PISTOLGood.
FLUELLENAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 55Ay, leeks is good: hold you, there is a groat to
heal your pate.
PISTOLMe a groat!
FLUELLENYes, verily and in truth, you shall take it; or I
have another leek in my pocket, which you shall eat.
PISTOLAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 60I take thy groat in earnest of revenge.
FLUELLENIf I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cudgels:
you shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but
cudgels. God b' wi' you, and keep you, and heal your pate.
PISTOLAll hell shall stir for this.
GOWERAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 65Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly knave. Will
you mock at an ancient tradition, begun upon an
honourable respect, and worn as a memorable trophy of
predeceased valour and dare not avouch in your deeds
any of your words? I have seen you gleeking and
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 70galling at this gentleman twice or thrice. You
thought, because he could not speak English in the
native garb, he could not therefore handle an
English cudgel: you find it otherwise; and
henceforth let a Welsh correction teach you a good
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 75English condition. Fare ye well.
PISTOLDoth Fortune play the huswife with me now?
News have I, that my Nell is dead i' the spital
Of malady of France;
And there my rendezvous is quite cut off.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 80Old I do wax; and from my weary limbs
Honour is cudgelled. Well, bawd I'll turn,
And something lean to cutpurse of quick hand.
To England will I steal, and there I'll steal:
And patches will I get unto these cudgell'd scars,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 85And swear I got them in the Gallia wars.

ACT V

SCENE II. France. A royal palace.

KING HENRY VPeace to this meeting, wherefore we are met!
Unto our brother France, and to our sister,
Health and fair time of day; joy and good wishes
To our most fair and princely cousin Katharine;
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 5And, as a branch and member of this royalty,
By whom this great assembly is contrived,
We do salute you, Duke of Burgundy;
And, princes French, and peers, health to you all!
KING OF FRANCERight joyous are we to behold your face,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 10Most worthy brother England; fairly met:
So are you, princes English, every one.
QUEEN ISABELSo happy be the issue, brother England,
Of this good day and of this gracious meeting,
As we are now glad to behold your eyes;
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 15Your eyes, which hitherto have borne in them
Against the French, that met them in their bent,
The fatal balls of murdering basilisks:
The venom of such looks, we fairly hope,
Have lost their quality, and that this day
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 20Shall change all griefs and quarrels into love.
KING HENRY VTo cry amen to that, thus we appear.
QUEEN ISABELYou English princes all, I do salute you.
BURGUNDYMy duty to you both, on equal love,
Great Kings of France and England! That I have labour'd,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 25With all my wits, my pains and strong endeavours,
To bring your most imperial majesties
Unto this bar and royal interview,
Your mightiness on both parts best can witness.
Since then my office hath so far prevail'd
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 30That, face to face and royal eye to eye,
You have congreeted, let it not disgrace me,
If I demand, before this royal view,
What rub or what impediment there is,
Why that the naked, poor and mangled Peace,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 35Dear nurse of arts and joyful births,
Should not in this best garden of the world
Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage?
Alas, she hath from France too long been chased,
And all her husbandry doth lie on heaps,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 40Corrupting in its own fertility.
Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart,
Unpruned dies; her hedges even-pleach'd,
Like prisoners wildly overgrown with hair,
Put forth disorder'd twigs; her fallow leas
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 45The darnel, hemlock and rank fumitory
Doth root upon, while that the coulter rusts
That should deracinate such savagery;
The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth
The freckled cowslip, burnet and green clover,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 50Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank,
Conceives by idleness and nothing teems
But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs,
Losing both beauty and utility.
And as our vineyards, fallows, meads and hedges,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 55Defective in their natures, grow to wildness,
Even so our houses and ourselves and children
Have lost, or do not learn for want of time,
The sciences that should become our country;
But grow like savages, — as soldiers will
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 60That nothing do but meditate on blood, —
To swearing and stern looks, diffused attire
And every thing that seems unnatural.
Which to reduce into our former favour
You are assembled: and my speech entreats
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 65That I may know the let, why gentle Peace
Should not expel these inconveniences
And bless us with her former qualities.
KING HENRY VIf, Duke of Burgundy, you would the peace,
Whose want gives growth to the imperfections
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 70Which you have cited, you must buy that peace
With full accord to all our just demands;
Whose tenors and particular effects
You have enscheduled briefly in your hands.
BURGUNDYThe king hath heard them; to the which as yet
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 75There is no answer made.
KING HENRY VWell then the peace,
Which you before so urged, lies in his answer.
KING OF FRANCEI have but with a cursorary eye
O'erglanced the articles: pleaseth your grace
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 80To appoint some of your council presently
To sit with us once more, with better heed
To re-survey them, we will suddenly
Pass our accept and peremptory answer.
KING HENRY VBrother, we shall. Go, uncle Exeter,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 85And brother Clarence, and you, brother Gloucester,
Warwick and Huntingdon, go with the king;
And take with you free power to ratify,
Augment, or alter, as your wisdoms best
Shall see advantageable for our dignity,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 90Any thing in or out of our demands,
And we'll consign thereto. Will you, fair sister,
Go with the princes, or stay here with us?
QUEEN ISABELOur gracious brother, I will go with them:
Haply a woman's voice may do some good,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 95When articles too nicely urged be stood on.
KING HENRY VYet leave our cousin Katharine here with us:
She is our capital demand, comprised
Within the fore-rank of our articles.
QUEEN ISABELShe hath good leave.
KING HENRY VAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 100Fair Katharine, and most fair,
Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms
Such as will enter at a lady's ear
And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?
KATHARINEYour majesty shall mock at me; I cannot speak your England.
KING HENRY VAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 105O fair Katharine, if you will love me soundly with
your French heart, I will be glad to hear you
confess it brokenly with your English tongue. Do
you like me, Kate?
KATHARINEPardonnez-moi, I cannot tell vat is 'like me.'
KING HENRY VAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 110An angel is like you, Kate, and you are like an angel.
KATHARINEQue dit-il? que je suis semblable a les anges?
ALICEOui, vraiment, sauf votre grace, ainsi dit-il.
KING HENRY VI said so, dear Katharine; and I must not blush to
affirm it.
KATHARINEAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 115O bon Dieu! les langues des hommes sont pleines de
tromperies.
KING HENRY VWhat says she, fair one? that the tongues of men
are full of deceits?
ALICEOui, dat de tongues of de mans is be full of
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 120deceits: dat is de princess.
KING HENRY VThe princess is the better Englishwoman. I' faith,
Kate, my wooing is fit for thy understanding: I am
glad thou canst speak no better English; for, if
thou couldst, thou wouldst find me such a plain king
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 125that thou wouldst think I had sold my farm to buy my
crown. I know no ways to mince it in love, but
directly to say 'I love you:' then if you urge me
farther than to say 'do you in faith?' I wear out
my suit. Give me your answer; i' faith, do: and so
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 130clap hands and a bargain: how say you, lady?
KATHARINESauf votre honneur, me understand vell.
KING HENRY VMarry, if you would put me to verses or to dance for
your sake, Kate, why you undid me: for the one, I
have neither words nor measure, and for the other, I
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 135have no strength in measure, yet a reasonable
measure in strength. If I could win a lady at
leap-frog, or by vaulting into my saddle with my
armour on my back, under the correction of bragging
be it spoken. I should quickly leap into a wife.
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 140Or if I might buffet for my love, or bound my horse
for her favours, I could lay on like a butcher and
sit like a jack-an-apes, never off. But, before God,
Kate, I cannot look greenly nor gasp out my
eloquence, nor I have no cunning in protestation;
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 145only downright oaths, which I never use till urged,
nor never break for urging. If thou canst love a
fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth
sun-burning, that never looks in his glass for love
of any thing he sees there, let thine eye be thy
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 150cook. I speak to thee plain soldier: If thou canst
love me for this, take me: if not, to say to thee
that I shall die, is true; but for thy love, by the
Lord, no; yet I love thee too. And while thou
livest, dear Kate, take a fellow of plain and
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 155uncoined constancy; for he perforce must do thee
right, because he hath not the gift to woo in other
places: for these fellows of infinite tongue, that
can rhyme themselves into ladies' favours, they do
always reason themselves out again. What! a
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 160speaker is but a prater; a rhyme is but a ballad. A
good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a
black beard will turn white; a curled pate will grow
bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax
hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 165moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon; for it
shines bright and never changes, but keeps his
course truly. If thou would have such a one, take
me; and take me, take a soldier; take a soldier,
take a king. And what sayest thou then to my love?
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 170speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.
KATHARINEIs it possible dat I sould love de enemy of France?
KING HENRY VNo; it is not possible you should love the enemy of
France, Kate: but, in loving me, you should love
the friend of France; for I love France so well that
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 175I will not part with a village of it; I will have it
all mine: and, Kate, when France is mine and I am
yours, then yours is France and you are mine.
KATHARINEI cannot tell vat is dat.
KING HENRY VNo, Kate? I will tell thee in French; which I am
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 180sure will hang upon my tongue like a new-married
wife about her husband's neck, hardly to be shook
off. Je quand sur le possession de France, et quand
vous avez le possession de moi, — let me see, what
then? Saint Denis be my speed! — donc votre est
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 185France et vous etes mienne. It is as easy for me,
Kate, to conquer the kingdom as to speak so much
more French: I shall never move thee in French,
unless it be to laugh at me.
KATHARINESauf votre honneur, le Francois que vous parlez, il
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 190est meilleur que l'Anglois lequel je parle.
KING HENRY VNo, faith, is't not, Kate: but thy speaking of my
tongue, and I thine, most truly-falsely, must needs
be granted to be much at one. But, Kate, dost thou
understand thus much English, canst thou love me?
KATHARINEAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 195I cannot tell.
KING HENRY VCan any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask
them. Come, I know thou lovest me: and at night,
when you come into your closet, you'll question this
gentlewoman about me; and I know, Kate, you will to
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 200her dispraise those parts in me that you love with
your heart: but, good Kate, mock me mercifully; the
rather, gentle princess, because I love thee
cruelly. If ever thou beest mine, Kate, as I have a
saving faith within me tells me thou shalt, I get
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 205thee with scambling, and thou must therefore needs
prove a good soldier-breeder: shall not thou and I,
between Saint Denis and Saint George, compound a
boy, half French, half English, that shall go to
Constantinople and take the Turk by the beard?
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 210shall we not? what sayest thou, my fair
flower-de-luce?
KATHARINEI do not know dat
KING HENRY VNo; 'tis hereafter to know, but now to promise: do
but now promise, Kate, you will endeavour for your
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 215French part of such a boy; and for my English moiety
take the word of a king and a bachelor. How answer
you, la plus belle Katharine du monde, mon tres cher
et devin deesse?
KATHARINEYour majestee ave fausse French enough to deceive de
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 220most sage demoiselle dat is en France.
KING HENRY VNow, fie upon my false French! By mine honour, in
true English, I love thee, Kate: by which honour I
dare not swear thou lovest me; yet my blood begins to
flatter me that thou dost, notwithstanding the poor
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 225and untempering effect of my visage. Now, beshrew
my father's ambition! he was thinking of civil wars
when he got me: therefore was I created with a
stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that, when
I come to woo ladies, I fright them. But, in faith,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 230Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear:
my comfort is, that old age, that ill layer up of
beauty, can do no more, spoil upon my face: thou
hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst; and thou
shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and better:
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 235and therefore tell me, most fair Katharine, will you
have me? Put off your maiden blushes; avouch the
thoughts of your heart with the looks of an empress;
take me by the hand, and say 'Harry of England I am
thine:' which word thou shalt no sooner bless mine
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 240ear withal, but I will tell thee aloud 'England is
thine, Ireland is thine, France is thine, and Harry
Plantagenet is thine;' who though I speak it before
his face, if he be not fellow with the best king,
thou shalt find the best king of good fellows.
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 245Come, your answer in broken music; for thy voice is
music and thy English broken; therefore, queen of
all, Katharine, break thy mind to me in broken
English; wilt thou have me?
KATHARINEDat is as it sall please de roi mon pere.
KING HENRY VAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 250Nay, it will please him well, Kate it shall please
him, Kate.
KATHARINEDen it sall also content me.
KING HENRY VUpon that I kiss your hand, and I call you my queen.
KATHARINELaissez, mon seigneur, laissez, laissez: ma foi, je
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 255ne veux point que vous abaissiez votre grandeur en
baisant la main d'une de votre seigeurie indigne
serviteur; excusez-moi, je vous supplie, mon
tres-puissant seigneur.
KING HENRY VThen I will kiss your lips, Kate.
KATHARINEAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 260Les dames et demoiselles pour etre baisees devant
leur noces, il n'est pas la coutume de France.
KING HENRY VMadam my interpreter, what says she?
ALICEDat it is not be de fashion pour les ladies of
France, — I cannot tell vat is baiser en Anglish.
KING HENRY VAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 265To kiss.
ALICEYour majesty entendre bettre que moi.
KING HENRY VIt is not a fashion for the maids in France to kiss
before they are married, would she say?
ALICEOui, vraiment.
KING HENRY VAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 270O Kate, nice customs curtsy to great kings. Dear
Kate, you and I cannot be confined within the weak
list of a country's fashion: we are the makers of
manners, Kate; and the liberty that follows our
places stops the mouth of all find-faults; as I will
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 275do yours, for upholding the nice fashion of your
country in denying me a kiss: therefore, patiently
and yielding.
You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate: there is
more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 280tongues of the French council; and they should
sooner persuade Harry of England than a general
petition of monarchs. Here comes your father.
BURGUNDYGod save your majesty! my royal cousin, teach you
our princess English?
KING HENRY VAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 285I would have her learn, my fair cousin, how
perfectly I love her; and that is good English.
BURGUNDYIs she not apt?
KING HENRY VOur tongue is rough, coz, and my condition is not
smooth; so that, having neither the voice nor the
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 290heart of flattery about me, I cannot so conjure up
the spirit of love in her, that he will appear in
his true likeness.
BURGUNDYPardon the frankness of my mirth, if I answer you
for that. If you would conjure in her, you must
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 295make a circle; if conjure up love in her in his true
likeness, he must appear naked and blind. Can you
blame her then, being a maid yet rosed over with the
virgin crimson of modesty, if she deny the
appearance of a naked blind boy in her naked seeing
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 300self? It were, my lord, a hard condition for a maid
to consign to.
KING HENRY VYet they do wink and yield, as love is blind and enforces.
BURGUNDYThey are then excused, my lord, when they see not
what they do.
KING HENRY VAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 305Then, good my lord, teach your cousin to consent winking.
BURGUNDYI will wink on her to consent, my lord, if you will
teach her to know my meaning: for maids, well
summered and warm kept, are like flies at
Bartholomew-tide, blind, though they have their
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 310eyes; and then they will endure handling, which
before would not abide looking on.
KING HENRY VThis moral ties me over to time and a hot summer;
and so I shall catch the fly, your cousin, in the
latter end and she must be blind too.
BURGUNDYAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 315As love is, my lord, before it loves.
KING HENRY VIt is so: and you may, some of you, thank love for
my blindness, who cannot see many a fair French city
for one fair French maid that stands in my way.
FRENCH KINGYes, my lord, you see them perspectively, the cities
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 320turned into a maid; for they are all girdled with
maiden walls that war hath never entered.
KING HENRY VShall Kate be my wife?
FRENCH KINGSo please you.
KING HENRY VI am content; so the maiden cities you talk of may
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 325wait on her: so the maid that stood in the way for
my wish shall show me the way to my will.
FRENCH KINGWe have consented to all terms of reason.
KING HENRY VIs't so, my lords of England?
WESTMORELANDThe king hath granted every article:
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 330His daughter first, and then in sequel all,
According to their firm proposed natures.
EXETEROnly he hath not yet subscribed this:
Where your majesty demands, that the King of France,
having any occasion to write for matter of grant,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 335shall name your highness in this form and with this
addition in French, Notre trescher fils Henri, Roi
d'Angleterre, Heritier de France; and thus in
Latin, Praeclarissimus filius noster Henricus, Rex
Angliae, et Haeres Franciae.
FRENCH KINGAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 340Nor this I have not, brother, so denied,
But your request shall make me let it pass.
KING HENRY VI pray you then, in love and dear alliance,
Let that one article rank with the rest;
And thereupon give me your daughter.
FRENCH KINGAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 345Take her, fair son, and from her blood raise up
Issue to me; that the contending kingdoms
Of France and England, whose very shores look pale
With envy of each other's happiness,
May cease their hatred, and this dear conjunction
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 350Plant neighbourhood and Christian-like accord
In their sweet bosoms, that never war advance
His bleeding sword 'twixt England and fair France.
ALLAmen!
KING HENRY VNow, welcome, Kate: and bear me witness all,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 355That here I kiss her as my sovereign queen.
QUEEN ISABELGod, the best maker of all marriages,
Combine your hearts in one, your realms in one!
As man and wife, being two, are one in love,
So be there 'twixt your kingdoms such a spousal,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 360That never may ill office, or fell jealousy,
Which troubles oft the bed of blessed marriage,
Thrust in between the paction of these kingdoms,
To make divorce of their incorporate league;
That English may as French, French Englishmen,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 365Receive each other. God speak this Amen!
ALLAmen!
KING HENRY VPrepare we for our marriage — on which day,
My Lord of Burgundy, we'll take your oath,
And all the peers', for surety of our leagues.
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 370Then shall I swear to Kate, and you to me;
And may our oaths well kept and prosperous be!