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FOR __ COMPLETE SHAKESPEARE **** +["Small Print" V.12.08.93] + +<<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM +SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS +PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY +WITH PERMISSION. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE +DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS +PERSONAL USE ONLY, AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED +COMMERCIALLY. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY +SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP.>> + + + + + +1599 + +THE LIFE OF KING HENRY THE FIFTH + +by William Shakespeare + + + +DRAMATIS PERSONAE + + CHORUS + KING HENRY THE FIFTH + DUKE OF GLOUCESTER, brother to the King + DUKE OF BEDFORD, " " " " + DUKE OF EXETER, Uncle to the King + DUKE OF YORK, cousin to the King + EARL OF SALISBURY + EARL OF WESTMORELAND + EARL OF WARWICK + ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY + BISHOP OF ELY + + EARL OF CAMBRIDGE, conspirator against the King + LORD SCROOP, " " " " + SIR THOMAS GREY, " " " " + SIR THOMAS ERPINGHAM, officer in the King's army + GOWER, " " " " " + FLUELLEN, " " " " " + MACMORRIS, " " " " " + JAMY, " " " " " + + BATES, soldier in the King's army + COURT, " " " " " + WILLIAMS, " " " " " + NYM, " " " " " + BARDOLPH, " " " " " + PISTOL, " " " " " + + BOY A HERALD + + CHARLES THE SIXTH, King of France + LEWIS, the Dauphin DUKE OF BURGUNDY + DUKE OF ORLEANS DUKE OF BRITAINE + DUKE OF BOURBON THE CONSTABLE OF FRANCE + RAMBURES, French Lord + GRANDPRE, " " + GOVERNOR OF HARFLEUR MONTJOY, a French herald + AMBASSADORS to the King of England + + ISABEL, Queen of France + KATHERINE, daughter to Charles and Isabel + ALICE, a lady attending her + HOSTESS of the Boar's Head, Eastcheap; formerly Mrs. Quickly, +now + married to Pistol + + Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, Attendants + + + SCENE: + England and France + +PROLOGUE + PROLOGUE. + + Enter CHORUS + + CHORUS. O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend + The brightest heaven of invention, + A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, + And monarchs to behold the swelling scene! + Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, + Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels, + Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, + Crouch for employment. But pardon, gentles all, + The flat unraised spirits that hath dar'd + On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth + So great an object. Can this cockpit hold + The vasty fields of France? Or may we cram + Within this wooden O the very casques + That did affright the air at Agincourt? + O, pardon! since a crooked figure may + Attest in little place a million; + And let us, ciphers to this great accompt, + On your imaginary forces work. + Suppose within the girdle of these walls + Are now confin'd two mighty monarchies, + Whose high upreared and abutting fronts + The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder. + Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts: + Into a thousand parts divide one man, + And make imaginary puissance; + Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them + Printing their proud hoofs i' th' receiving earth; + For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, + Carry them here and there, jumping o'er times, + Turning th' accomplishment of many years + Into an hour-glass; for the which supply, + Admit me Chorus to this history; + Who prologue-like, your humble patience pray + Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play. Exit + + + + +<<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM +SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS +PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY +WITH PERMISSION. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE +DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS +PERSONAL USE ONLY, AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED +COMMERCIALLY. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY +SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP.>> + + + +ACT I. SCENE I. +London. An ante-chamber in the KING'S palace + +Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY and the BISHOP OF ELY + + CANTERBURY. My lord, I'll tell you: that self bill is urg'd + Which in th' eleventh year of the last king's reign + Was like, and had indeed against us pass'd + But that the scambling and unquiet time + Did push it out of farther question. + ELY. But how, my lord, shall we resist it now? + CANTERBURY. It 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 + By testament have given to the church + Would they strip from us; being valu'd 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; + And, to relief of lazars and weak age, + Of indigent faint souls, past corporal toil, + A hundred alms-houses right well supplied; + And to the coffers of the King, beside, + A thousand pounds by th' year: thus runs the bill. + ELY. This would drink deep. + CANTERBURY. 'T would drink the cup and all. + ELY. But what prevention? + CANTERBURY. The King is full of grace and fair regard. + ELY. And a true lover of the holy Church. + CANTERBURY. The courses of his youth promis'd 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 + And whipp'd th' offending Adam out of him, + Leaving his body as a paradise + T'envelop and contain celestial spirits. + Never was such a sudden scholar made; + Never came reformation in a flood, + With such a heady currance, scouring faults; + Nor never Hydra-headed wilfulnes + So soon did lose his seat, and all at once, + As in this king. + ELY. We are blessed in the change. + CANTERBURY. Hear 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; + List his discourse of war, and you shall hear + A fearful battle rend'red 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, + The 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; + Which 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, + Any retirement, any sequestration + From open haunts and popularity. + ELY. The strawberry grows underneath the nettle, + And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best + Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality; + And so the Prince obscur'd his contemplation + Under the veil of wildness; which, no doubt, + Grew like the summer grass, fastest by night, + Unseen, yet crescive in his faculty. + CANTERBURY. It must be so; for miracles are ceas'd; + And therefore we must needs admit the means + How things are perfected. + ELY. But, my good lord, + How now for mitigation of this bill + Urg'd by the Commons? Doth his Majesty + Incline to it, or no? + CANTERBURY. He seems indifferent + Or rather swaying more upon our part + Than cherishing th' exhibiters against us; + For I have made an offer to his Majesty- + Upon 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 + Did to his predecessors part withal. + ELY. How did this offer seem receiv'd, my lord? + CANTERBURY. With good acceptance of his Majesty; + Save that there was not time enough to hear, + As I perceiv'd his Grace would fain have done, + The severals and unhidden passages + Of his true tides to some certain dukedoms, + And generally to the crown and seat of France, + Deriv'd from Edward, his great-grandfather. + ELY. What was th' impediment that broke this off? + CANTERBURY. The French ambassador upon that instant + Crav'd audience; and the hour, I think, is come + To give him hearing: is it four o'clock? + ELY. It is. + CANTERBURY. Then go we in, to know his embassy; + Which I could with a ready guess declare, + Before the Frenchman speak a word of it. + ELY. I'll wait upon you, and I long to hear it. Exeunt + + + + +SCENE II. +London. The Presence Chamber in the KING'S palace + +Enter the KING, GLOUCESTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, WARWICK, +WESTMORELAND, +and attendants + + KING HENRY. Where is my gracious Lord of Canterbury? + EXETER. Not here in presence. + KING HENRY. Send for him, good uncle. + WESTMORELAND. Shall we call in th' ambassador, my liege? + KING HENRY. Not yet, my cousin; we would be resolv'd, + Before we hear him, of some things of weight + That task our thoughts, concerning us and France. + + Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY and + the BISHOP OF ELY + + CANTERBURY. God and his angels guard your sacred throne, + And make you long become it! + KING HENRY. Sure, 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; + And 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; + For 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- + We 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 wrongs gives edge unto the swords + That makes 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. + CANTERBURY. Then 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: + '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. + Yet 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 subdu'd the Saxons, + There left behind and settled certain French; + Who, 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, + Is at this day in Germany call'd Meisen. + Then doth it well appear the 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 + After defunction of King Pharamond, + Idly suppos'd the founder of this law; + Who died within the year of our redemption + Four hundred twenty-six; and Charles the Great + Subdu'd the Saxons, and did seat the French + Beyond 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, + Make claim and title to the crown of France. + Hugh Capet also, who usurp'd 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- + Though in pure truth it was corrupt and naught- + Convey'd himself as th' heir to th' 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, + Who 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, + Daughter 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, + King Lewis his satisfaction, all appear + To hold in right and tide 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; + And rather choose to hide them in a net + Than amply to imbar their crooked tides + Usurp'd from you and your progenitors. + KING HENRY. May I with right and conscience make this claim? + CANTERBURY. The sin upon my head, dread sovereign! + For 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. + Go, 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 fun power of France, + Whiles 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, + And let another half stand laughing by, + All out of work and cold for action! + ELY. Awake remembrance of these valiant dead, + And with your puissant arm renew their feats. + You are their heir; you sit upon their throne; + The 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. + EXETER. Your brother kings and monarchs of the earth + Do all expect that you should rouse yourself, + As did the former lions of your blood. + WESTMORELAND. They know your Grace hath cause and means and +might- + So hath your Highness; never King of England + Had nobles richer and more loyal subjects, + Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England + And lie pavilion'd in the fields of France. + CANTERBURY. O, let their bodies follow, my dear liege, + With blood and sword and fire to win your right! + In aid whereof we of the spiritualty + Will raise your Highness such a mighty sum + As never did the clergy at one time + Bring in to any of your ancestors. + KING HENRY. We must not only arm t' invade the French, + But lay down our proportions to defend + Against the Scot, who will make road upon us + With all advantages. + CANTERBURY. They of those marches, gracious sovereign, + Shall be a wall sufficient to defend + Our inland from the pilfering borderers. + KING HENRY. We 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 + But 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, + Girdling with grievous siege castles and towns; + That England, being empty of defence, + Hath shook and trembled at th' ill neighbourhood. + CANTERBURY. She 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, + And 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, + And make her chronicle as rich with praise + As is the ooze and bottom of the sea + With sunken wreck and sumless treasuries. + WESTMORELAND. But there's a saying, very old and true: + + 'If that you will France win, + Then 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, + To tear and havoc more than she can eat. + EXETER. It 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. + While that the armed hand doth fight abroad, + Th' 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, + Like music. + CANTERBURY. Therefore doth heaven divide + The state of man in divers functions, + Setting endeavour in continual motion; + To which is fixed as an aim or but + Obedience; 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; + Others 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; + Who, 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, + The sad-ey'd 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; + As 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 many a thousand actions, once afoot, + End in one purpose, and be all well home + 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. + If 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. Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin. + Exeunt some attendants + Now are we well resolv'd; 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 + O'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, + Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth, + Not worshipp'd with a waxen epitaph. + + Enter AMBASSADORS of France + + Now are we well prepar'd to know the pleasure + Of our fair cousin Dauphin; for we hear + Your greeting is from him, not from the King. + AMBASSADOR. May't please your Majesty to give us leave + Freely to render what we have in charge; + Or shall we sparingly show you far of + The Dauphin's meaning and our embassy? + KING HENRY. We are no tyrant, but a Christian king, + Unto whose grace our passion is as subject + As are our wretches fett'red in our prisons; + Therefore with frank and with uncurbed plainness + Tell us the Dauphin's mind. + AMBASSADOR. Thus then, in few. + Your 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, + And bids you be advis'd 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, + Desires you let the dukedoms that you claim + Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin speaks. + KING HENRY. What treasure, uncle? + EXETER. Tennis-balls, my liege. + KING HENRY. We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us; + His present and your pains we thank you for. + When we have match'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 + That 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 valu'd this poor seat of England; + And 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, + When 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, + Yea, 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 + Shall this his mock mock 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, + To 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 + His jest will savour but of shallow wit, + When thousands weep more than did laugh at it. + Convey them with safe conduct. Fare you well. + Exeunt AMBASSADORS + EXETER. This was a merry message. + KING HENRY. We hope to make the sender blush at it. + Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour + That may give furth'rance 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 + Be soon collected, and all things thought upon + That may with reasonable swiftness ad + 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 + That this fair action may on foot be brought. Exeunt + + + + +<<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM +SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS +PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY +WITH PERMISSION. 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Now all the youth of England are on fire, + And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies; + Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought + Reigns solely in the breast of every man; + They sell the pasture now to buy the horse, + Following the mirror of all Christian kings + With winged heels, as English Mercuries. + For now sits Expectation in the air, + And hides a sword from hilts unto the point + With crowns imperial, crowns, and coronets, + Promis'd to Harry and his followers. + The French, advis'd by good intelligence + Of this most dreadful preparation, + Shake in their fear and with pale policy + Seek to divert the English purposes. + O England! model to thy inward greatness, + Like little body with a mighty heart, + What mightst thou do that honour would thee do, + Were all thy children kind and natural! + But see thy fault! France hath in thee found out + A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills + With treacherous crowns; and three corrupted men- + One, Richard Earl of Cambridge, and the second, + Henry Lord Scroop of Masham, and the third, + Sir Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland, + Have, for the gilt of France- O guilt indeed!- + Confirm'd conspiracy with fearful France; + And by their hands this grace of kings must die- + If hell and treason hold their promises, + Ere he take ship for France- and in Southampton. + Linger your patience on, and we'll digest + Th' abuse of distance, force a play. + The sum is paid, the traitors are agreed, + The King is set from London, and the scene + Is now transported, gentles, to Southampton; + There is the play-house now, there must you sit, + And thence to France shall we convey you safe + And bring you back, charming the narrow seas + To give you gentle pass; for, if we may, + We'll not offend one stomach with our play. + But, till the King come forth, and not till then, + Unto Southampton do we shift our scene. Exit + + + + +SCENE I. +London. Before the Boar's Head Tavern, Eastcheap + +Enter CORPORAL NYM and LIEUTENANT BARDOLPH + + BARDOLPH. Well met, Corporal Nym. + NYM. Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph. + BARDOLPH. What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends yet? + NYM. For my part, I care not; I say little, but when time 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 there's an end. + BARDOLPH. I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends; and +we'll + be all three sworn brothers to France. Let't be so, good +Corporal + Nym. + NYM. Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's the certain 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. + BARDOLPH. It is certain, Corporal, that he is married to Nell + Quickly; and certainly she did you wrong, for you were + troth-plight to her. + NYM. I 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 she will plod. There must be conclusions. +Well, I + cannot tell. + + Enter PISTOL and HOSTESS + + BARDOLPH. Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife. Good +Corporal, be + patient here. + NYM. How now, mine host Pistol! + PISTOL. Base tike, call'st thou me host? + Now by this hand, I swear I scorn the term; + Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers. + HOSTESS. No, 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. [Nym draws] O well-a-day, Lady, if he be not drawn! +Now + we shall see wilful adultery and murder committed. + BARDOLPH. Good Lieutenant, good Corporal, offer nothing here. + NYM. Pish! + PISTOL. Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prick-ear'd cur of + Iceland! + HOSTESS. Good Corporal Nym, show thy valour, and put up your +sword. + NYM. Will 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, + And 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. + NYM. I 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 +terms, + as I may, and thaes the humour of it. + PISTOL. O braggart vile and damned furious wight! + The grave doth gape and doting death is near; + Therefore exhale. [PISTOL draws] + + BARDOLPH. Hear me, hear me what I say: he that strikes the +first + stroke I'll run him up to the hilts, as I am a soldier. + [Draws] + PISTOL. An oath of mickle might; and fury shall abate. + [PISTOL and Nym sheathe their swords] + Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give; + Thy spirits are most tall. + NYM. I will cut thy throat one time or other, in fair terms; +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, + And from the powd'ring 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. + + Enter the Boy + + BOY. Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master; and your + 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. + BARDOLPH. Away, you rogue. + HOSTESS. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of +these + days: the King has kill'd his heart. Good husband, come home + presently. Exeunt HOSTESS and BOY + BARDOLPH. Come, shall I make you two friends? We must to France + together; why the devil should we keep knives to cut one + another's throats? + PISTOL. Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food howl on! + NYM. You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting? + PISTOL. Base is the slave that pays. + NYM. That now I will have; that's the humour of it. + PISTOL. As manhood shall compound: push home. + [PISTOL and Nym draw] + BARDOLPH. By this sword, he that makes the first thrust I'll +kill + him; by this sword, I will. + PISTOL. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their course. + [Sheathes his sword] + BARDOLPH. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends; an + thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me too. Prithee put +up. + NYM. I shall have my eight shillings I won of you at betting? + PISTOL. A noble shalt thou have, and present pay; + And liquor likewise will I give to thee, + And 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. + NYM. [Sheathing his sword] I shall have my noble? + PISTOL. In cash most justly paid. + NYM. [Shaking hands] Well, then, that's the humour of't. + + Re-enter HOSTESS + + HOSTESS. As ever you come of women, come in quickly to Sir +John. + Ah, poor heart! he is so shak'd of a burning quotidian +tertian + that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him. + NYM. The King hath run bad humours on the knight; that's the +even + of it. + PISTOL. Nym, thou hast spoke the right; + His heart is fracted and corroborate. + NYM. The King is a good king, but it must be as it may; he +passes + some humours and careers. + PISTOL. Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins, we will live. + Exeunt + + + + +SCENE II. +Southampton. A council-chamber + +Enter EXETER, BEDFORD, and WESTMORELAND + + BEDFORD. Fore God, his Grace is bold, to trust these traitors. + EXETER. They shall be apprehended by and by. + WESTMORELAND. How smooth and even they do bear themselves, + As if allegiance in their bosoms sat, + Crowned with faith and constant loyalty! + BEDFORD. The King hath note of all that they intend, + By interception which they dream not of. + EXETER. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow, + Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious favours- + That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell + His sovereign's life to death and treachery! + + Trumpets sound. Enter the KING, SCROOP, + CAMBRIDGE, GREY, and attendants + + KING HENRY. Now 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. + Think you not that the pow'rs 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? + SCROOP. No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best. + KING HENRY. I 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. + CAMBRIDGE. Never was monarch better fear'd and lov'd + Than is your Majesty. There's not, I think, a subject + That sits in heart-grief and uneasines + Under the sweet shade of your government. + GREY. True: those that were your father's enemies + Have steep'd their galls in honey, and do serve you + With hearts create of duty and of zeal. + KING HENRY. We therefore have great cause of thankfulness, + And shall forget the office of our hand + Sooner than quittance of desert and merit + According to the weight and worthiness. + SCROOP. So service shall with steeled sinews toil, + And labour shall refresh itself with hope, + To do your Grace incessant services. + KING HENRY. We judge no less. Uncle of Exeter, + Enlarge 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. + SCROOP. That's mercy, but too much security. + Let him be punish'd, sovereign, lest example + Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind. + KING HENRY. O, let us yet be merciful! + CAMBRIDGE. So may your Highness, and yet punish too. + GREY. Sir, + You show great mercy if you give him life, + After the taste of much correction. + KING HENRY. Alas, your too much love and care of me + Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch! + If little faults proceeding on distemper + Shall 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, + Would have him punish'd. And now to our French causes: + Who are the late commissioners? + CAMBRIDGE. I one, my lord. + Your Highness bade me ask for it to-day. + SCROOP. So did you me, my liege. + GREY. And I, my royal sovereign. + KING HENRY. Then, 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. + My 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 + That have so cowarded and chas'd your blood + Out of appearance? + CAMBRIDGE. I do confess my fault, + And do submit me to your Highness' mercy. + GREY, SCROOP. To which we all appeal. + KING HENRY. The 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. + See 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 an appertinents + Belonging to his honour; and this man + Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspir'd, + And sworn unto the practices 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, + What 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, + Wouldst thou have practis'd 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 + As 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; + But 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; + And other devils that suggest by treasons + Do botch and bungle up damnation + With patches, colours, and with forms, being fetch'd + From glist'ring semblances of piety; + But he that temper'd thee bade thee stand up, + Gave 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, + And 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? + Why, 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, + Garnish'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 + To 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; + And God acquit them of their practices! + EXETER. I 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. + I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Thomas Grey, + knight, of Northumberland. + SCROOP. Our purposes God justly hath discover'd, + And I repent my fault more than my death; + Which I beseech your Highness to forgive, + Although my body pay the price of it. + CAMBRIDGE. For 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, + Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice, + Beseeching God and you to pardon me. + GREY. Never did faithful subject more rejoice + At the discovery of most dangerous treason + Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself, + Prevented from a damned enterprise. + My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign. + KING HENRY. God quit you in his mercy! Hear your sentence. + You have conspir'd against our royal person, + Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his coffers + Receiv'd 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. + Touching 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; + The taste whereof God of his mercy give + You patience to endure, and true repentance + Of all your dear offences. Bear them hence. + Exeunt CAMBRIDGE, SCROOP, and GREY, guarded + Now, lords, for France; the enterprise whereof + Shall be to you as us like glorious. + We 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. + Then, 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! + Flourish. Exeunt + + + + +SCENE III. +Eastcheap. Before the Boar's Head tavern + +Enter PISTOL, HOSTESS, NYM, BARDOLPH, and Boy + + HOSTESS. Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to + Staines. + PISTOL. No; for my manly heart doth earn. + Bardolph, be blithe; Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins; + Boy, bristle thy courage up. For Falstaff he is dead, + And we must earn therefore. + BARDOLPH. Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either in + heaven or in hell! + HOSTESS. Nay, sure, he's not in hell: he's in Arthur's bosom, +if + ever man went to Arthur's bosom. 'A made a finer end, and +went + away an it had been any christom child; 'a parted ev'n just + between twelve and one, ev'n at the turning o' th' tide; for + after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with +flowers, + and smile upon his fingers' end, I knew there was but one +way; + for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbl'd 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 should not think of God; I +hop'd + 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 so upward and upward, and all was as +cold + as any stone. + NYM. They say he cried out of sack. + HOSTESS. Ay, that 'a did. + BARDOLPH. And of women. + HOSTESS. Nay, that 'a did not. + BOY. Yes, that 'a did, and said they were devils incarnate. + HOSTESS. 'A could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he +never + liked. + BOY. 'A said once the devil would have him about women. + HOSTESS. 'A did in some sort, indeed, handle women; but then he +was + rheumatic, and talk'd of the Whore of Babylon. + BOY. Do you not remember 'a saw a flea stick upon Bardolph's +nose, + and 'a said it was a black soul burning in hell? + BARDOLPH. Well, the fuel is gone that maintain'd that fire: +that's + all the riches I got in his service. + NYM. Shall we shog? The King will be gone from Southampton. + PISTOL. Come, let's away. My love, give me thy lips. + Look to my chattles and my moveables; + Let senses rule. The word is 'Pitch and Pay.' + Trust none; + For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes, + And Holdfast 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. + BOY. And that's but unwholesome food, they say. + PISTOL. Touch her soft mouth and march. + BARDOLPH. Farewell, hostess. [Kissing her] + NYM. I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but adieu. + PISTOL. Let housewifery appear; keep close, I thee command. + HOSTESS. Farewell; adieu. Exeunt + + + + +SCENE IV. +France. The KING'S palace + +Flourish. Enter the FRENCH KING, the DAUPHIN, the DUKES OF BERRI +and BRITAINE, the CONSTABLE, and others + + FRENCH KING. Thus 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 Britaine, + Of 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 + As 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. + DAUPHIN. My 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, + Should 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- + No, 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, + That fear attends her not. + CONSTABLE. O 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, + How 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, + Covering discretion with a coat of folly; + As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots + That shall first spring and be most delicate. + DAUPHIN. Well, 'tis not so, my Lord High Constable; + But though we think it so, it is no matter. + In 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 and niggardly projection + Doth like a miser spoil his coat with scanting + A little cloth. + FRENCH KING. Think 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 + That haunted us in our familiar paths. + Witness our too much memorable shame + When Cressy battle fatally was struck, + And all our princes capdv'd by the hand + Of that black name, Edward, Black Prince of Wales; + Whiles that his mountain sire- on mountain standing, + Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun- + Saw his heroical seed, and smil'd to see him, + Mangle the work of nature, and deface + The patterns that by God and by French fathers + Had twenty years been made. This is a stern + Of that victorious stock; and let us fear + The native mightiness and fate of him. + + Enter a MESSENGER + + MESSENGER. Ambassadors from Harry King of England + Do crave admittance to your Majesty. + FRENCH KING. We'll give them present audience. Go and bring +them. + Exeunt MESSENGER and certain LORDS + You see this chase is hotly followed, friends. + DAUPHIN. Turn head and stop pursuit; for coward dogs + Most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten + Runs far before them. Good my sovereign, + Take 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. + + Re-enter LORDS, with EXETER and train + + FRENCH KING. From our brother of England? + EXETER. From him, and thus he greets your Majesty: + He wills you, in the name of God Almighty, + That you divest yourself, and lay apart + The borrowed glories that by gift of heaven, + By law of nature and of nations, 'longs + To 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, + Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days, + Nor from the dust of old oblivion rak'd, + He sends you this most memorable line, [Gives a paper] + In every branch truly demonstrative; + Willing you overlook this pedigree. + And when you find him evenly deriv'd + From his most fam'd of famous ancestors, + Edward the Third, he bids you then resign + Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held + From him, the native and true challenger. + FRENCH KING. Or else what follows? + EXETER. Bloody 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, + That 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 + Turning the widows' tears, the orphans' cries, + The dead men's blood, the privy maidens' groans, + For husbands, fathers, and betrothed lovers, + That shall be swallowed in this controversy. + This is his claim, his threat'ning, and my message; + Unless the Dauphin be in presence here, + To whom expressly I bring greeting too. + FRENCH KING. For us, we will consider of this further; + To-morrow shall you bear our full intent + Back to our brother of England. + DAUPHIN. For the Dauphin: + I stand here for him. What to him from England? + EXETER. Scorn and defiance, slight regard, contempt, + And anything that may not misbecome + The mighty sender, doth he prize you at. + Thus 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 + Shall chide your trespass and return your mock + In second accent of his ordinance. + DAUPHIN. Say, if my father render fair return, + It is against my will; for I desire + Nothing but odds with England. To that end, + As matching to his youth and vanity, + I did present him with the Paris balls. + EXETER. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it, + Were it the mistress court of mighty Europe; + And be assur'd you'll find a difference, + As 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. + FRENCH KING. To-morrow shall you know our mind at full. + EXETER. Dispatch us with all speed, lest that our king + Come here himself to question our delay; + For he is footed in this land already. + FRENCH KING. You shall be soon dispatch'd with fair conditions. + + + A night is but small breath and little pause + To answer matters of this consequence. Flourish. Exeunt + + + + +<<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM +SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS +PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY +WITH PERMISSION. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE +DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS +PERSONAL USE ONLY, AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED +COMMERCIALLY. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY +SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP.>> + + + +ACT III. PROLOGUE. + +Flourish. Enter CHORUS + + CHORUS. Thus with imagin'd wing our swift scene flies, + In motion of no less celerity + Than that of thought. Suppose that you have seen + The well-appointed King at Hampton pier + Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet + With silken streamers the young Phorbus fanning. + Play with your fancies; and in them behold + Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing; + Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give + To sounds confus'd; behold the threaden sails, + Borne with th' invisible and creeping wind, + Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea, + Breasting the lofty surge. O, do but think + You stand upon the rivage and behold + A city on th' inconstant billows dancing; + For so appears this fleet majestical, + Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow! + Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy + And leave your England as dead midnight still, + Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old women, + Either past or not arriv'd to pith and puissance; + For who is he whose chin is but enrich'd + With one appearing hair that will not follow + These cull'd and choice-drawn cavaliers to France? + Work, work your thoughts, and therein see a siege; + Behold the ordnance on their carriages, + With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur. + Suppose th' ambassador from the French comes back; + Tells Harry that the King doth offer him + Katherine his daughter, and with her to dowry + Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms. + The offer likes not; and the nimble gunner + With linstock now the devilish cannon touches, + [Alarum, and chambers go off] + And down goes an before them. Still be kind, + And eke out our performance with your mind. Exit + + + + +<<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM +SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS +PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY +WITH PERMISSION. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE +DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS +PERSONAL USE ONLY, AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED +COMMERCIALLY. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY +SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP.>> + + + +SCENE I. +France. Before Harfleur + +Alarum. Enter the KING, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOUCESTER, +and soldiers with scaling-ladders + + KING. Once 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; + But 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; + Let it 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. + Now 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 + Have in these parts from morn till even fought, + And sheath'd 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, + And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, + 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 + That 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!' + [Exeunt. Alarum, and chambers go off] + + + + +SCENE II. +Before Harfleur + +Enter NYM, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, and BOY + + BARDOLPH. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the breach! + NYM. Pray 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 plain-song of it. + PISTOL. The 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 + Doth win immortal fame. + + BOY. Would I were in an alehouse in London! I wouid give all my + fame for a pot of ale and safety. + PISTOL. And I: + + If wishes would prevail with me, + My purpose should not fail with me, + But thither would I hie. + + BOY. As duly, but not as truly, + As bird doth sing on bough. + + Enter FLUELLEN + + FLUELLEN. Up to the breach, you dogs! + Avaunt, you cullions! [Driving them forward] + PISTOL. Be 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. + NYM. These be good humours. Your honour wins bad humours. + Exeunt all but BOY + BOY. As young as I am, I have observ'd 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-liver'd and + red-fac'd; 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 + therefore he scorns to say his prayers lest 'a should be +thought + a coward; but his few bad words are match'd 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 +anything, + and call it purchase. Bardolph stole a lute-case, bore it +twelve + leagues, and sold it for three halfpence. Nym and Bardolph +are + sworn brothers in filching, and in Calais they stole a + fire-shovel; I knew by that piece of service the men 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 must leave them and + seek some better service; their villainy goes against my weak + stomach, and therefore I must cast it up. Exit + + Re-enter FLUELLEN, GOWER following + + GOWER. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines; +the + Duke of Gloucester would speak with you. + FLUELLEN. To 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, th' athversary- you may discuss unto the Duke, + look you- is digt himself four yard under the countermines; +by + Cheshu, I think 'a will plow up all, if there is not better + directions. + GOWER. The Duke of Gloucester, to whom the order of the siege +is + given, is altogether directed by an Irishman- a very vallant + gentleman, i' faith. + FLUELLEN. It is Captain Macmorris, is it not? + GOWER. I think it be. + FLUELLEN. By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the world: I will +verify + as much in his beard; he has no more directions in the true + disciplines of the wars, look you, of the Roman disciplines, +than + is a puppy-dog. + + Enter MACMORRIS and CAPTAIN JAMY + + GOWER. Here 'a comes; and the Scots captain, Captain Jamy, with + him. + FLUELLEN. Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous gentleman, that +is + certain, and of great expedition and knowledge 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. + JAMY. I say gud day, Captain Fluellen. + FLUELLEN. God-den to your worship, good Captain James. + GOWER. How now, Captain Macmorris! Have you quit the mines? +Have + the pioneers given o'er? + MACMORRIS. By Chrish, la, tish ill done! The work ish give +over, + 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! + FLUELLEN. Captain 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 + + satisfy my opinion, and partly for the satisfaction, look +you, of + my mind, as touching the direction of the military +discipline, + that is the point. + JAMY. It sall be vary gud, gud feith, gud captains bath; and I +sall + quit you with gud leve, as I may pick occasion; that sall I, + marry. + MACMORRIS. It 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 beseech'd, and +the + trumpet call us to the breach; 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. + JAMY. By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine take themselves to + slomber, ay'll de gud service, or I'll lig i' th' grund for +it; + ay, or go to death. And I'll pay't as valorously as I may, +that + sall I suerly do, that is the breff and the long. Marry, I +wad + full fain heard some question 'tween you tway. + FLUELLEN. Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, under your + correction, there is not many of your nation- + MACMORRIS. Of my nation? What ish my nation? Ish a villain, and +a + bastard, and a knave, and a rascal. What ish my nation? Who +talks + of my nation? + FLUELLEN. Look 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 good a man as yourself, both in the disciplines +of + war and in the derivation of my birth, and in other + particularities. + MACMORRIS. I do not know you so good a man as myself; so + Chrish save me, I will cut off your head. + GOWER. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other. + JAMY. Ah! that's a foul fault. [A parley sounded] + GOWER. The town sounds a parley. + FLUELLEN. Captain Macmorris, when there is more better +opportunity + to be required, look you, I will be so bold as to tell you I +know + the disciplines of war; and there is an end. Exeunt + + + + +SCENE III. +Before the gates of Harfleur + +Enter the GOVERNOR and some citizens on the walls. Enter the +KING +and all his train before the gates + + KING HENRY. How 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, + Defy us to our worst; for, as I am a soldier, + A name that in my thoughts becomes me best, + If I begin the batt'ry once again, + I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur + Till in her ashes she lie buried. + The 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 flow'ring infants. + What 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, + If your pure maidens fall into the hand + Of hot and forcing violation? + What rein can hold licentious wickednes + When down the hill he holds his fierce career? + We may as bootless spend our vain command + Upon th' 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; + Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace + O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds + Of heady murder, spoil, and villainy. + If not- why, in a moment look to see + The blind and bloody with foul hand + Defile 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 confus'd + Do 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? + GOVERNOR. Our expectation hath this day an end: + The Dauphin, whom of succours 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; + For we no longer are defensible. + KING HENRY. Open your gates. [Exit GOVERNOR] 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, + The winter coming on, and sickness growing + Upon our soldiers, we will retire to Calais. + To-night in Harfleur will we be your guest; + To-morrow for the march are we addrest. + [Flourish. The KING and his train enter the town] + + + + +SCENE IV. +Rouen. The FRENCH KING'S palace + +Enter KATHERINE and ALICE + + KATHERINE. Alice, tu as ete en Angleterre, et tu parles bien le + langage. + ALICE. Un peu, madame. + KATHERINE. Je te prie, m'enseignez; il faut que j'apprenne a + parler. Comment appelez-vous la main en Anglais? + ALICE. La main? Elle est appelee de hand. + KATHERINE. De hand. Et les doigts? + ALICE. Les doigts? Ma foi, j'oublie les doigts; mais je me + souviendrai. Les doigts? Je pense qu'ils sont appeles de +fingres; + oui, de fingres. + KATHERINE. La main, de hand; les doigts, de fingres. Je pense +que + je suis le bon ecolier; j'ai gagne deux mots d'Anglais +vitement. + Comment appelez-vous les ongles? + ALICE. Les ongles? Nous les appelons de nails. + KATHERINE. De nails. Ecoutez; dites-moi si je parle bien: de +hand, + de fingres, et de nails. + ALICE. C'est bien dit, madame; il est fort bon Anglais. + KATHERINE. Dites-moi l'Anglais pour le bras. + ALICE. De arm, madame. + KATHERINE. Et le coude? + ALICE. D'elbow. + KATHERINE. D'elbow. Je m'en fais la repetition de tous les mots +que + vous m'avez appris des a present. + ALICE. Il est trop difficile, madame, comme je pense. + KATHERINE. Excusez-moi, Alice; ecoutez: d'hand, de fingre, de + nails, d'arma, de bilbow. + ALICE. D'elbow, madame. + KATHERINE. O Seigneur Dieu, je m'en oublie! D'elbow. + Comment appelez-vous le col? + ALICE. De nick, madame. + KATHERINE. De nick. Et le menton? + ALICE. De chin. + KATHERINE. De sin. Le col, de nick; le menton, de sin. + ALICE. Oui. Sauf votre honneur, en verite, vous prononcez les +mots + aussi droit que les natifs d'Angleterre. + KATHERINE. Je ne doute point d'apprendre, par la grace de Dieu, +et + en peu de temps. + ALICE. N'avez-vous pas deja oublie ce que je vous ai enseigne? + KATHERINE. Non, je reciterai a vous promptement: d'hand, de +fingre, + de mails- + ALICE. De nails, madame. + KATHERINE. De nails, de arm, de ilbow. + ALICE. Sauf votre honneur, d'elbow. + KATHERINE. Ainsi dis-je; d'elbow, de nick, et de sin. Comment + appelez-vous le pied et la robe? + ALICE. Le foot, madame; et le count. + KATHERINE. Le foot et le count. O Seigneur Dieu! ils 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 pour tout le monde. Foh! le foot et +le + count! Neanmoins, je reciterai une autre fois ma lecon +ensemble: + d'hand, de fingre, de nails, d'arm, d'elbow, de nick, de sin, +de + foot, le count. + ALICE. Excellent, madame! + KATHERINE. C'est assez pour une fois: allons-nous a diner. + Exeunt + + + + +SCENE V. +The FRENCH KING'S palace + +Enter the KING OF FRANCE, the DAUPHIN, DUKE OF BRITAINE, +the CONSTABLE OF FRANCE, and others + + FRENCH KING. 'Tis certain he hath pass'd the river Somme. + CONSTABLE. And if he be not fought withal, my lord, + Let us not live in France; let us quit an, + And give our vineyards to a barbarous people. + DAUPHIN. O 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? + BRITAINE. Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards! + Mort Dieu, ma vie! if they march along + Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom + To buy a slobb'ry and a dirty farm + In that nook-shotten isle of Albion. + CONSTABLE. Dieu 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, + Decoct 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 + Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields- + Poor we call them in their native lords! + DAUPHIN. By faith and honour, + Our madams mock at us and plainly say + Our mettle is bred out, and they will give + Their bodies to the lust of English youth + To new-store France with bastard warriors. + BRITAINE. They bid us to the English dancing-schools + And teach lavoltas high and swift corantos, + Saying our grace is only in our heels + And that we are most lofty runaways. + FRENCH KING. Where 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: + Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France; + You Dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berri, + Alengon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy; + Jaques Chatillon, Rambures, Vaudemont, + Beaumont, Grandpre, Roussi, and Fauconbridge, + Foix, Lestrake, 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. + Rush 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 + Bring him our prisoner. + CONSTABLE. This 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, + He'll drop his heart into the sink of fear, + And for achievement offer us his ransom. + FRENCH KING. Therefore, Lord Constable, haste on Montjoy, + And let him say to England that we send + To know what willing ransom he will give. + Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Rouen. + DAUPHIN. Not so, I do beseech your Majesty. + FRENCH KING. Be patient, for you shall remain with us. + Now forth, Lord Constable and Princes all, + And quickly bring us word of England's fall. Exeunt + + + + +SCENE VI. +The English camp in Picardy + +Enter CAPTAINS, English and Welsh, GOWER and FLUELLEN + + GOWER. How now, Captain Fluellen! Come you from the bridge? + FLUELLEN. I assure you there is very excellent services +committed + at the bridge. + GOWER. Is the Duke of Exeter safe? + FLUELLEN. The 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 live, and my living, and my uttermost power. He +is + not- God be praised and blessed!- any hurt in the world, but + keeps the bridge most valiantly, with excellent discipline. +There + is an aunchient Lieutenant there at the bridge- I think in my + very conscience he is as valiant a man as Mark Antony; and he +is + man of no estimation in the world; but I did see him do as + gallant service. + GOWER. What do you call him? + FLUELLEN. He is call'd Aunchient Pistol. + GOWER. I know him not. + + Enter PISTOL + + FLUELLEN. Here is the man. + PISTOL. Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours. + The Duke of Exeter doth love thee well. + FLUELLEN. Ay, I praise God; and I have merited some love at his + hands. + PISTOL. Bardolph, a soldier, firm and sound of heart, + And of buxom valour, hath by cruel fate + And giddy Fortune's furious fickle wheel, + That goddess blind, + That stands upon the rolling restless stone- + FLUELLEN. By your patience, Aunchient Pistol. Fortune is +painted + 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 foot, +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. + PISTOL. Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him; + For he hath stol'n a pax, and hanged must 'a be- + A damned death! + Let gallows gape for dog; let man go free, + And let not hemp his windpipe suffocate. + But Exeter hath given the doom of death + For 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. + FLUELLEN. Aunchient Pistol, I do partly understand your +meaning. + PISTOL. Why then, rejoice therefore. + FLUELLEN. Certainly, 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 him to execution; for +discipline + ought to be used. + PISTOL. Die and be damn'd! and figo for thy friendship! + FLUELLEN. It is well. + PISTOL. The fig of Spain! Exit + + FLUELLEN. Very good. + GOWER. Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal; I remember +him + now- a bawd, a cutpurse. + FLUELLEN. I'll assure you, 'a utt'red as prave words at the +pridge + as you shall see in a summer's day. But it is very well; what +he + has spoke to me, that is well, I warrant you, when time is +serve. + GOWER. Why, '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; and 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 disgrac'd, +what + terms the enemy stood on; and this they con perfectly in the + phrase of war, which 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-wash'd wits is wonderful to +be + thought on. But you must learn to know such slanders of the +age, + or else you may be marvellously mistook. + FLUELLEN. I 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. [Drum +within] + Hark you, the King is coming; and I must speak with him from +the + pridge. + + Drum and colours. Enter the KING and his poor soldiers, + and GLOUCESTER + + God pless your Majesty! + KING HENRY. How now, Fluellen! Cam'st thou from the bridge? + FLUELLEN. Ay, so please your Majesty. The Duke of Exeter has +very + gallantly maintain'd 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 pridge; I +can + tell your Majesty the Duke is a prave man. + KING HENRY. What men have you lost, Fluellen! + FLUELLEN. The perdition of th' athversary hath been very great, + reasonable great; marry, for my part, I think 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 a coal of fire, +sometimes + plue and sometimes red; but his nose is executed and his +fire's + out. + KING HENRY. We would have all such offenders so cut off. And we + give express charge that in our marches through the country +there + be nothing compell'd from the villages, 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. + + Tucket. Enter MONTJOY + + MONTJOY. You know me by my habit. + KING HENRY. Well then, I know thee; what shall I know of thee? + MONTJOY. My master's mind. + KING HENRY. Unfold it. + MONTJOY. Thus says my king. Say thou to Harry of England: +Though we + seem'd dead we did but sleep; advantage is a better soldier +than + rashness. Tell him we could have rebuk'd 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 his 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. For our losses his exchequer is +too + poor; for th' 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 tell him, for conclusion, he hath betrayed his + followers, whose condemnation is pronounc'd. So far my king +and + master; so much my office. + KING HENRY. What is thy name? I know thy quality. + MONTJOY. Montjoy. + KING HENRY. Thou 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 + Unto an enemy of craft and vantage- + My people are with sickness much enfeebled; + My numbers lessen'd; and those few I have + Almost no better than so many French; + Who when they were in health, I tell thee, herald, + I 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; + My 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. + Go, bid thy master well advise himself. + If we may pass, we will; if we be hind'red, + 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: + We would not seek a battle as we are; + Nor as we are, we say, we will not shun it. + So tell your master. + MONTJOY. I shall deliver so. Thanks to your Highness. Exit + GLOUCESTER. I hope they will not come upon us now. + KING HENRY. We 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. Exeunt + + + + +SCENE VII. +The French camp near Agincourt + +Enter the CONSTABLE OF FRANCE, the LORD RAMBURES, the DUKE OF +ORLEANS, +the DAUPHIN, with others + + CONSTABLE. Tut! I have the best armour of the world. + Would it were day! + ORLEANS. You have an excellent armour; but let my horse have +his + due. + CONSTABLE. It is the best horse of Europe. + ORLEANS. Will it never be morning? + DAUPHIN. My Lord of Orleans and my Lord High Constable, you +talk of + horse and armour? + ORLEANS. You are as well provided of both as any prince in the + world. + DAUPHIN. What a long night is this! I will not change my horse +with + any that treads but on four pasterns. Ca, 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 hoof is more musical than the pipe of + + Hermes. + ORLEANS. He's of the colour of the nutmeg. + DAUPHIN. And 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 only in patient stillness while his + rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades +you + may call beasts. + CONSTABLE. Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and excellent + horse. + DAUPHIN. It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is like the + bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. + ORLEANS. No more, cousin. + DAUPHIN. Nay, 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 fluent 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 their particular functions and wonder +at + him. I once writ a sonnet in his praise and began thus: +'Wonder + of nature'- + ORLEANS. I have heard a sonnet begin so to one's mistress. + DAUPHIN. Then did they imitate that which I compos'd to my +courser; + for my horse is my mistress. + ORLEANS. Your mistress bears well. + DAUPHIN. Me well; which is the prescript praise and perfection +of a + good and particular mistress. + CONSTABLE. Nay, for methought yesterday your mistress shrewdly + shook your back. + DAUPHIN. So perhaps did yours. + CONSTABLE. Mine was not bridled. + DAUPHIN. O, then belike she was old and gentle; and you rode +like a + kern of Ireland, your French hose off and in your strait + strossers. + CONSTABLE. You have good judgment in horsemanship. + DAUPHIN. Be warn'd by me, then: they that ride so, and ride not + warily, fall into foul bogs. I had rather have my horse to my + mistress. + CONSTABLE. I had as lief have my mistress a jade. + DAUPHIN. I tell thee, Constable, my mistress wears his own +hair. + CONSTABLE. I 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 la + truie lavee au bourbier.' Thou mak'st use of anything. + CONSTABLE. Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress, or any +such + proverb so little kin to the purpose. + RAMBURES. My Lord Constable, the armour that I saw in your tent + to-night- are those stars or suns upon it? + CONSTABLE. Stars, my lord. + DAUPHIN. Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope. + CONSTABLE. And yet my sky shall not want. + DAUPHIN. That may be, for you bear a many superfluously, and +'twere + more honour some were away. + CONSTABLE. Ev'n as your horse bears your praises, who would +trot as + well were some of your brags dismounted. + DAUPHIN. Would 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. + CONSTABLE. I will not say so, for fear I should be fac'd out of +my + way; but I would it were morning, for I would fain be about +the + ears of the English. + RAMBURES. Who will go to hazard with me for twenty prisoners? + CONSTABLE. You must first go yourself to hazard ere you have +them. + DAUPHIN. 'Tis midnight; I'll go arm myself. Exit + ORLEANS. The Dauphin longs for morning. + RAMBURES. He longs to eat the English. + CONSTABLE. I think he will eat all he kills. + ORLEANS. By the white hand of my lady, he's a gallant prince. + CONSTABLE. Swear by her foot, that she may tread out the oath. + ORLEANS. He is simply the most active gentleman of France. + CONSTABLE. Doing is activity, and he will still be doing. + ORLEANS. He never did harm that I heard of. + CONSTABLE. Nor will do none to-morrow: he will keep that good +name + still. + ORLEANS. I know him to be valiant. + CONSTABLE. I was told that by one that knows him better than +you. + ORLEANS. What's he? + CONSTABLE. Marry, he told me so himself; and he said he car'd +not + who knew it. + ORLEANS. He needs not; it is no hidden virtue in him. + CONSTABLE. By my faith, sir, but it is; never anybody saw it +but + his lackey. + 'Tis a hooded valour, and when it appears it will bate. + ORLEANS. Ill-wind never said well. + CONSTABLE. I will cap that proverb with 'There is flattery in + friendship.' + ORLEANS. And I will take up that with 'Give the devil his due.' + CONSTABLE. Well plac'd! There stands your friend for the devil; + have at the very eye of that proverb with 'A pox of the +devil!' + ORLEANS. You are the better at proverbs by how much 'A fool's +bolt + is soon shot.' + CONSTABLE. You have shot over. + ORLEANS. 'Tis not the first time you were overshot. + + Enter a MESSENGER + + MESSENGER. My Lord High Constable, the English lie within +fifteen + hundred paces of your tents. + CONSTABLE. Who hath measur'd the ground? + MESSENGER. The Lord Grandpre. + CONSTABLE. A valiant and most expert gentleman. Would it were +day! + Alas, poor Harry of England! he longs not for the dawning as +we + do. + ORLEANS. What a wretched and peevish fellow is this King of + England, to mope with his fat-brain'd followers so far out of +his + knowledge! + CONSTABLE. If the English had any apprehension, they would run + away. + ORLEANS. That they lack; for if their heads had any +intellectual + armour, they could never wear such heavy head-pieces. + RAMBURES. That island of England breeds very valiant creatures; + their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage. + ORLEANS. Foolish curs, that run winking into the mouth of a +Russian + bear, and have their heads crush'd like rotten apples! You +may as + well say that's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on +the + lip of a lion. + CONSTABLE. Just, just! and the men do sympathise 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. + ORLEANS. Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of beef. + CONSTABLE. Then 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? + ORLEANS. It is now two o'clock; but let me see- by ten + We shall have each a hundred Englishmen. 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Now entertain conjecture of a time + When creeping murmur and the poring dark + Fills the wide vessel of the universe. + From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, + The hum of either army stilly sounds, + That the fix'd sentinels almost receive + The secret whispers of each other's watch. + Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames + Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; + Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs + Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents + The armourers accomplishing the knights, + With busy hammers closing rivets up, + Give dreadful note of preparation. + The country cocks do crow, the clocks do ton, + And the third hour of drowsy morning name. + Proud of their numbers and secure in soul, + The confident and over-lusty French + Do the low-rated English play at dice; + And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night + Who like a foul and ugly witch doth limp + So tediously away. The poor condemned English, + Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires + Sit patiently and inly ruminate + The morning's danger; and their gesture sad + Investing lank-lean cheeks and war-worn coats + Presenteth them unto the gazing moon + So many horrid ghosts. O, now, who will behold + The royal captain of this ruin'd band + Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, + Let him cry 'Praise and glory on his head!' + For forth he goes and visits all his host; + Bids them good morrow with a modest smile, + And calls them brothers, friends, and countrymen. + Upon his royal face there is no note + How dread an army hath enrounded him; + Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour + Unto the weary and all-watched night; + But freshly looks, and over-bears attaint + With cheerful semblance and sweet majesty; + That every wretch, pining and pale before, + Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks; + A largess universal, like the sun, + His liberal eye doth give to every one, + Thawing cold fear, that mean and gentle all + Behold, as may unworthiness define, + A little touch of Harry in the night. + And so our scene must to the battle fly; + Where- O for pity!- we shall much disgrace + With four or five most vile and ragged foils, + Right ill-dispos'd in brawl ridiculous, + The name of Agincourt. Yet sit and see, + Minding true things by what their mock'ries be. Exit + + + + +SCENE I. +France. The English camp at Agincourt + +Enter the KING, BEDFORD, and GLOUCESTER + + KING HENRY. Gloucester, '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, + Would 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 + That we should dress us fairly for our end. + Thus may we gather honey from the weed, + And make a moral of the devil himself. + + Enter ERPINGHAM + + Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham: + A good soft pillow for that good white head + Were better than a churlish turf of France. + ERPINGHAM. Not so, my liege; this lodging likes me better, + Since I may say 'Now lie I like a king.' + KING HENRY. 'Tis good for men to love their present pains + Upon example; so the spirit is eased; + And when the mind is quick'ned, 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, + Commend me to the princes in our camp; + Do my good morrow to them, and anon + Desire them all to my pavilion. + GLOUCESTER. We shall, my liege. + ERPINGHAM. Shall I attend your Grace? + KING HENRY. No, 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. + ERPINGHAM. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry! + Exeunt all but the KING + KING HENRY. God-a-mercy, old heart! thou speak'st cheerfully. + + Enter PISTOL + + PISTOL. Qui va la? + KING HENRY. A friend. + PISTOL. Discuss unto me: art thou officer, + Or art thou base, common, and popular? + KING HENRY. I am a gentleman of a company. + PISTOL. Trail'st thou the puissant pike? + KING HENRY. Even so. What are you? + PISTOL. As good a gentleman as the Emperor. + KING HENRY. Then you are a better than the King. + PISTOL. The 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. Harry le Roy. + PISTOL. Le Roy! a Cornish name; art thou of Cornish crew? + KING HENRY. No, I am a Welshman. + PISTOL. Know'st thou Fluellen? + KING HENRY. Yes. + PISTOL. Tell him I'll knock his leek about his pate + Upon Saint Davy's day. + KING HENRY. Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, +lest + he knock that about yours. + PISTOL. Art thou his friend? + KING HENRY. And his kinsman too. + PISTOL. The figo for thee, then! + KING HENRY. I thank you; God be with you! + PISTOL. My name is Pistol call'd. Exit + KING HENRY. It sorts well with your fierceness. + + Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER + + GOWER. Captain Fluellen! + FLUELLEN. So! in the name of Jesu Christ, speak fewer. It is +the + greatest admiration in 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 examine the wars of Pompey the +Great, + you shall find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle-taddle +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 of it, and the modesty of it, to be +otherwise. + GOWER. Why, the enemy is loud; you hear him all night. + FLUELLEN. If 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 coxcomb? In your own + conscience, now? + GOWER. I will speak lower. + FLUELLEN. I pray you and beseech you that you will. + Exeunt GOWER and FLUELLEN + KING HENRY. Though it appear a little out of fashion, + There is much care and valour in this Welshman. + + Enter three soldiers: JOHN BATES, ALEXANDER COURT, + and MICHAEL WILLIAMS + + COURT. Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks + yonder? + BATES. I think it be; but we have no great cause to desire the + approach of day. + WILLIAMS. We see yonder the beginning of the day, but I think +we + shall never see the end of it. Who goes there? + KING HENRY. A friend. + WILLIAMS. Under what captain serve you? + KING HENRY. Under Sir Thomas Erpingham. + WILLIAMS. A good old commander and a most kind gentleman. I +pray + you, what thinks he of our estate? + KING HENRY. Even as men wreck'd upon a sand, that look to be +wash'd + off the next tide. + BATES. He hath not told his thought to the King? + KING HENRY. No; nor it is not meet he should. For though I +speak 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 though 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 him with +any + appearance of fear, lest he, by showing it, should dishearten +his + army. + BATES. He 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 were, and I by him, at all +adventures, so + we were quit here. + KING HENRY. By my troth, I will speak my conscience of the +King: I + think he would not wish himself anywhere but where he is. + BATES. Then I would he were here alone; so should he be sure to +be + ransomed, and a many poor men's lives saved. + KING HENRY. I 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 anywhere so contented as in the +King's + company, his cause being just and his quarrel honourable. + WILLIAMS. That's more than we know. + BATES. Ay, or more than we should seek after; for we know +enough if + we know we are the King's subjects. If his cause be wrong, +our + obedience to the King wipes the crime of it out of us. + WILLIAMS. But if the cause be not good, the King himself hath a + heavy reckoning to make when all those legs and arms and +heads, + chopp'd off in a battle, shall join together at the latter +day + and cry all 'We died at such 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 charitably dispose of anything 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; who to disobey were + against all proportion of subjection. + KING HENRY. So, 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 sum of money, be assailed by robbers and die +in + many irreconcil'd 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 + + + soldiers, 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 unspotted 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 pillage 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 His + vengeance; so that here men are punish'd for before-breach of +the + 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 + impieties 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 is 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 + others how they should prepare. + WILLIAMS. 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill upon +his + own head- the King is not to answer for it. + BATES. I do not desire he should answer for me, and yet I +determine + to fight lustily for him. + KING HENRY. I myself heard the King say he would not be +ransom'd. + WILLIAMS. Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheerfully; but when +our + throats are cut he may be ransom'd, and we ne'er the wiser. + KING HENRY. If I live to see it, I will never trust his word +after. + WILLIAMS. You pay him then! That's a perilous shot out of an + elder-gun, that a poor and a 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 after! Come, 'tis a foolish saying. + KING HENRY. Your reproof is something too round; I should be +angry + with you, if the time were convenient. + WILLIAMS. Let it be a quarrel between us if you live. + KING HENRY. I embrace it. + WILLIAMS. How shall I know thee again? + KING HENRY. Give me any gage of thine, and I will wear it in my + bonnet; then if ever thou dar'st acknowledge it, I will make +it + my quarrel. + WILLIAMS. Here's my glove; give me another of thine. + KING HENRY. There. + WILLIAMS. This 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. If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it. + WILLIAMS. Thou dar'st as well be hang'd. + KING HENRY. Well, I will do it, though I take thee in the +King's + company. + WILLIAMS. Keep thy word. Fare thee well. + BATES. Be friends, you English fools, be friends; we have + French quarrels enow, if you could tell how to reckon. + KING HENRY. Indeed, 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 be a clipper. + Exeunt soldiers + 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, + Twin-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, + Save ceremony- save general ceremony? + And what art thou, thou idol 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? + O 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 + Than 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! + Thinks thou the fiery fever will go out + With 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. + I 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 tide running fore the king, + The 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 + Who, 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 Pheebus, and all night + Sleeps 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, + Winding 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 + Whose hours the peasant best advantages. + + Enter ERPINGHAM + + ERPINGHAM. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence, + Seek through your camp to find you. + KING. Good old knight, + Collect them all together at my tent: + I'll be before thee. + ERPINGHAM. I shall do't, my lord. Exit + KING. O God of battles, steel my soldiers' hearts, + Possess them not with fear! Take from them now + The sense of reck'ning, if th' opposed numbers + Pluck 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 new, + And on it have bestowed more contrite tears + Than 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 + Sing 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. + + Enter GLOUCESTER + + GLOUCESTER. My liege! + KING HENRY. My brother Gloucester's voice? Ay; + I know thy errand, I will go with thee; + The day, my friends, and all things, stay for me. Exeunt + + + + +SCENE II. +The French camp + +Enter the DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, RAMBURES, and others + + ORLEANS. The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords! + DAUPHIN. Montez a cheval! My horse! Varlet, laquais! Ha! + ORLEANS. O brave spirit! + DAUPHIN. Via! Les eaux et la terre- + ORLEANS. Rien puis? L'air et le feu. + DAUPHIN. Ciel! cousin Orleans. + + Enter CONSTABLE + + Now, my Lord Constable! + CONSTABLE. Hark how our steeds for present service neigh! + DAUPHIN. Mount them, and make incision in their hides, + That their hot blood may spin in English eyes, + And dout them with superfluous courage, ha! + RAMBURES. What, will you have them weep our horses' blood? + How shall we then behold their natural tears? + + Enter a MESSENGER + + MESSENGER. The English are embattl'd, you French peers. + CONSTABLE. To 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; + Scarce 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. + '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; + Though 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 + The 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. + + Enter GRANDPRE + + GRANDPRE. Why do you stay so long, my lords of France? + Yond island carrions, desperate of their bones, + Ill-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. + The 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'd bit + Lies foul with chaw'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 + In life so lifeless as it shows itself. + CONSTABLE. They have said their prayers and they stay for +death. + DAUPHIN. Shall we go send them dinners and fresh suits, + And give their fasting horses provender, + And after fight with them? + CONSTABLE. I 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. Exeunt + + + + +SCENE III. +The English camp + +Enter GLOUCESTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, ERPINGHAM, with all his host; +SALISBURY and WESTMORELAND + + GLOUCESTER. Where is the King? + BEDFORD. The King himself is rode to view their battle. + WESTMORELAND. Of fighting men they have full three-score +thousand. + EXETER. There's five to one; besides, they all are fresh. + SALISBURY. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds. + God bye 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, + And my kind kinsman- warriors all, adieu! + BEDFORD. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck go with thee! + EXETER. Farewell, kind lord. Fight valiantly to-day; + And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, + For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour. + Exit SALISBURY + BEDFORD. He is as full of valour as of kindness; + Princely in both. + + Enter the KING + + WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here + But one ten thousand of those men in England + That do no work to-day! + KING. What'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. + God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. + By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, + Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; + It yearns me not if men my garments wear; + Such outward things dwell not in my desires. + But if it be a sin to covet honour, + I am the most offending soul alive. + No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England. + God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour + As one man more methinks would share from me + For 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; + We would not die in that man's company + That fears his fellowship to die with us. + This day is call'd the feast of Crispian. + He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, + Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, + And rouse him at the name of Crispian. + He that shall live this day, and see old age, + Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, + And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.' + Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, + And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian'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- + Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, + Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester- + Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red. + This story shall the good man teach his son; + And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, + From this day to the ending of the world, + But we in it shall be remembered- + We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; + For he to-day that sheds his blood with me + Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, + This day shall gentle his condition; + And gentlemen in England now-a-bed + Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, + And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks + That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. + + Re-enter SALISBURY + + SALISBURY. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed: + The French are bravely in their battles set, + And will with all expedience charge on us. + KING HENRY. All things are ready, if our minds be so. + WESTMORELAND. Perish the man whose mind is backward now! + KING HENRY. Thou dost not wish more help from England, coz? + WESTMORELAND. God's will, my liege! would you and I alone, + Without more help, could fight this royal battle! + KING HENRY. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five thousand men; + Which likes me better than to wish us one. + You know your places. God be with you all! + + Tucket. Enter MONTJOY + + MONTJOY. Once 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 + Thou 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 + Must lie and fester. + KING HENRY. Who hath sent thee now? + MONTJOY. The Constable of France. + KING HENRY. I pray thee bear my former answer back: + Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. + Good God! why should they mock poor fellows thus? + The man that once did sell the lion's skin + While the beast liv'd was kill'd with hunting him. + A many of our bodies shall no doubt + Find native graves; upon the which, I trust, + Shall witness live in brass of this day's work. + And those that leave their valiant bones in France, + Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills, + They shall be fam'd; for there the sun shall greet them + And draw their honours reeking up to heaven, + Leaving their earthly parts to 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, + Killing 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; + There'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 + They'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; + Come 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. + MONTJOY. I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well: + Thou never shalt hear herald any more. Exit + KING HENRY. I fear thou wilt once more come again for a ransom. + + Enter the DUKE OF YORK + + YORK. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg + The leading of the vaward. + KING HENRY. Take it, brave York. Now, soldiers, march away; + And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day! Exeunt + + + + +SCENE IV. +The field of battle + +Alarum. Excursions. Enter FRENCH SOLDIER, PISTOL, and BOY + + PISTOL. Yield, cur! + FRENCH SOLDIER. Je pense que vous etes le gentilhomme de bonne + qualite. + PISTOL. Cality! Calen o custure me! Art thou a gentleman? + What is thy name? Discuss. + FRENCH SOLDIER. O Seigneur Dieu! + PISTOL. O, 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 + Egregious ransom. + FRENCH SOLDIER. O, prenez misericorde; ayez pitie de moi! + PISTOL. Moy shall not serve; I will have forty moys; + Or I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat + In drops of crimson blood. + FRENCH SOLDIER. Est-il impossible d'echapper la force de ton +bras? + PISTOL. Brass, cur? + Thou damned and luxurious mountain-goat, + Offer'st me brass? + FRENCH SOLDIER. O, pardonnez-moi! + PISTOL. Say'st thou me so? Is that a ton of moys? + Come hither, boy; ask me this slave in French + What is his name. + BOY. Ecoutez: comment etes-vous appele? + FRENCH SOLDIER. Monsieur le Fer. + BOY. He says his name is Master Fer. + PISTOL. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk him, and ferret him- + discuss the same in French unto him. + BOY. I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and firk. + PISTOL. Bid him prepare; for I will cut his throat. + FRENCH SOLDIER. Que dit-il, monsieur? + BOY. Il me commande a vous dire que vous faites vous pret; car +ce + soldat ici est dispose tout a cette heure de couper votre +gorge. + PISTOL. Owy, cuppele gorge, permafoy! + Peasant, unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns; + Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword. + FRENCH SOLDIER. O, 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. + PISTOL. What are his words? + BOY. He 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. + PISTOL. Tell him my fury shall abate, and I + The crowns will take. + FRENCH SOLDIER. Petit monsieur, que dit-il? + BOY. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement de pardonner aucun + prisonnier, neamnoins, pour les ecus que vous l'avez promis, +il + est content a vous donner la liberte, le franchisement. + FRENCH SOLDIER. Sur 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. + PISTOL. Expound unto me, boy. + BOY. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand thanks; and he + esteems himself happy that he hath fall'n into the hands of +one- + as he thinks- the most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy + signieur of England. + PISTOL. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show. + Follow me. Exit + BOY. Suivez-vous le grand capitaine. Exit FRENCH SOLDIER + 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 had ten times more valour than this roaring + devil i' th' old play, that every one may pare his nails with +a + wooden dagger; and they are both hang'd; and so would this +be, if + he durst steal anything adventurously. I must stay with the + lackeys, with the luggage of our camp. The French might have +a + good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none to guard +it + but boys. Exit + + + + +SCENE V. +Another part of the field of battle + +Enter CONSTABLE, ORLEANS, BOURBON, DAUPHIN, and RAMBURES + + CONSTABLE. O diable! + ORLEANS. O Seigneur! le jour est perdu, tout est perdu! + DAUPHIN. Mort Dieu, ma vie! all is confounded, all! + Reproach and everlasting shame + Sits mocking in our plumes. [A short alarum] + O mechante fortune! Do not run away. + CONSTABLE. Why, an our ranks are broke. + DAUPHIN. O perdurable shame! Let's stab ourselves. + Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for? + ORLEANS. Is this the king we sent to for his ransom? + BOURBON. Shame, 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 + Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door + Whilst by a slave, no gender than my dog, + His fairest daughter is contaminated. + CONSTABLE. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now! + Let us on heaps go offer up our lives. + ORLEANS. We are enow yet living in the field + To smother up the English in our throngs, + If any order might be thought upon. + BOURBON. The devil take order now! I'll to the throng. + Let life be short, else shame will be too long. Exeunt + + + + +SCENE VI. +Another part of the field + +Alarum. Enter the KING and his train, with prisoners; EXETER, and +others + + KING HENRY. Well have we done, thrice-valiant countrymen; + But all's not done- yet keep the French the field. + EXETER. The Duke of York commends him to your Majesty. + KING HENRY. Lives he, good uncle? Thrice within this hour + I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting; + From helmet to the spur all blood he was. + EXETER. In which array, brave soldier, doth he lie + Larding the plain; and by his bloody side, + Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds, + The noble Earl of Suffolk also lies. + Suffolk first died; and York, all haggled over, + Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteeped, + And takes him by the beard, kisses the gashes + That bloodily did yawn upon his face, + He cries aloud 'Tarry, my 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.' + Upon these words I came and cheer'd him up; + He smil'd me in the face, raught me his hand, + And, with a feeble grip, says 'Dear my lord, + Commend my service to my sovereign.' + So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck + He threw his wounded arm and kiss'd his lips; + And so, espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd + A testament of noble-ending love. + The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd + Those waters from me which I would have stopp'd; + But 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. I blame you not; + For, hearing this, I must perforce compound + With mistful eyes, or they will issue too. [Alarum] + But hark! what new alarum is this same? + The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd men. + Then every soldier kill his prisoners; + Give the word through. Exeunt + + + + +SCENE VII. +Another part of the field + +Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER + + FLUELLEN. Kill 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 offert; in your conscience, now, is it not? + GOWER. '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 caus'd +every + soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a gallant King! + FLUELLEN. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, Captain Gower. What call +you + the town's name where Alexander the Pig was born? + GOWER. Alexander the Great. + FLUELLEN. Why, I pray you, is not 'pig' great? The pig, or +great, + or the mighty, or the huge, or the magnanimous, are all one + reckonings, save the phrase is a little variations. + GOWER. I think Alexander the Great was born in Macedon; his +father + was called Philip of Macedon, as I take it. + FLUELLEN. I think it is in Macedon where Alexander is porn. I +tell + you, Captain, if you look in the maps of the 'orld, I warrant +you + sall find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, +that + the situations, look you, is both alike. There is a river in + Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth; it +is + call'd Wye at Monmouth, but it is out of my prains what is +the + name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my + fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both. If +you + mark Alexander's life well, Harry of Monmouth's life is come + after it indifferent well; for there is figures in all +things. + Alexander- God knows, and you know- in his rages, and his +furies, + and his wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and his + displeasures, and his indignations, and also being a little + intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and his angers, +look + you, kill his best friend, Cleitus. + GOWER. Our king is not like him in that: he never kill'd any of +his + friends. + FLUELLEN. It is not well done, mark you now, to 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 kill'd his friend + Cleitus, being in his ales and his cups, so also Harry +Monmouth, + being in his right wits and his good judgments, turn'd 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. + GOWER. Sir John Falstaff. + FLUELLEN. That is he. I'll tell you there is good men porn at + Monmouth. + GOWER. Here comes his Majesty. + + Alarum. Enter the KING, WARWICK, GLOUCESTER, + EXETER, and others, with prisoners. Flourish + + KING HENRY. I was not angry since I came to France + Until this instant. Take a trumpet, herald, + Ride thou unto the horsemen on yond 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 + Enforced 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. + + Enter MONTJOY + + EXETER. Here comes the herald of the French, my liege. + GLOUCESTER. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be. + KING HENRY. How now! What means this, herald? know'st thou not + That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ransom? + Com'st thou again for ransom? + MONTJOY. No, great King; + I come to thee for charitable licence, + That we may wander o'er this bloody field + To book our dead, and then to bury them; + To sort our nobles from our common men; + For many of our princes- woe the while!- + Lie 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, + Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great King, + To view the field in safety, and dispose + Of their dead bodies! + KING HENRY. I tell thee truly, herald, + I know not if the day be ours or no; + For yet a many of your horsemen peer + And gallop o'er the field. + MONTJOY. The day is yours. + KING HENRY. Praised be God, and not our strength, for it! + What is this castle call'd that stands hard by? + MONTJOY. They call it Agincourt. + KING HENRY. Then call we this the field of Agincourt, + Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus. + FLUELLEN. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't please your + Majesty, and your great-uncle Edward the Plack Prince of +Wales, + as I have read in the chronicles, fought a most prave pattle +here + in France. + KING HENRY. They did, Fluellen. + FLUELLEN. Your Majesty says very true; if your Majesties is + rememb'red of it, the Welshmen did good service in garden +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. I wear it for a memorable honour; + For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman. + FLUELLEN. All the water in Wye cannot wash your Majesty's Welsh + plood out of your pody, I can tell you that. Got pless it and + preserve it as long as it pleases his Grace and his Majesty +too! + KING HENRY. Thanks, good my countryman. + FLUELLEN. By Jeshu, I am your Majesty's countryman, care not +who + know it; I will confess it to all the 'orld: I need not be + asham'd of your Majesty, praised be Got, so long as your +Majesty + is an honest man. + + Enter WILLIAMS + + KING HENRY. God keep me so! Our heralds go with him: + Bring me just notice of the numbers dead + On both our parts. Call yonder fellow hither. + Exeunt heralds with MONTJOY + EXETER. Soldier, you must come to the King. + KING HENRY. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove in thy cap? + WILLIAMS. An't please your Majesty, 'tis the gage of one that I + should fight withal, if he be alive. + KING HENRY. An Englishman? + WILLIAMS. An't please your Majesty, a rascal that swagger'd +with me + last night; who, if 'a live 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. What think you, Captain Fluellen, is it fit this + soldier keep his oath? + FLUELLEN. He is a craven and a villain else, an't please your + Majesty, in my conscience. + KING HENRY. It may be his enemy is a gentlemen of great sort, +quite + from the answer of his degree. + FLUELLEN. Though he be as good a gentleman as the Devil is, as + Lucifier and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look your +Grace, + that he keep his vow and his oath; if he be perjur'd, see you + now, his reputation is as arrant a villain and a Jacksauce as + ever his black shoe trod upon God's ground and his earth, in +my + conscience, la. + KING HENRY. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meet'st the + fellow. + WILLIAMS. So I Will, my liege, as I live. + KING HENRY. Who serv'st thou under? + WILLIAMS. Under Captain Gower, my liege. + FLUELLEN. Gower is a good captain, and is good knowledge and + literatured in the wars. + KING HENRY. Call him hither to me, soldier. + WILLIAMS. I will, my liege. Exit + KING HENRY. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for me, and +stick + it in thy cap; when Alencon and myself were down together, I + pluck'd this glove from his helm. If any man challenge this, +he + is a friend to Alencon and an enemy to our person; if thou + encounter any such, apprehend him, an thou dost me love. + FLUELLEN. Your Grace does me as great honours as can be desir'd +in + the hearts of his subjects. I would fain see the man that has +but + two legs that shall find himself aggrief'd at this glove, +that is + all; but I would fain see it once, an please God of his grace + that I might see. + KING HENRY. Know'st thou Gower? + FLUELLEN. He is my dear friend, an please you. + KING HENRY. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to my tent. + FLUELLEN. I will fetch him. Exit + KING HENRY. My Lord of Warwick and my brother Gloucester, + Follow Fluellen closely at the heels; + The glove which I have given him for a favour + May 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, + Some sudden mischief may arise of it; + For I do know Fluellen valiant, + And touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder, + And quickly will return an injury; + Follow, and see there be no harm between them. + Go you with me, uncle of Exeter. Exeunt + + + + +SCENE VIII. +Before KING HENRY'S PAVILION + +Enter GOWER and WILLIAMS + + WILLIAMS. I warrant it is to knight you, Captain. + + Enter FLUELLEN + + FLUELLEN. God's will and his pleasure, Captain, I beseech you +now, + come apace to the King: there is more good toward you + peradventure than is in your knowledge to dream of. + WILLIAMS. Sir, know you this glove? + FLUELLEN. Know the glove? I know the glove is a glove. + WILLIAMS. I know this; and thus I challenge it. [Strikes him] + FLUELLEN. 'Sblood, an arrant traitor as any's in the universal + world, or in France, or in England! + GOWER. How now, sir! you villain! + WILLIAMS. Do you think I'll be forsworn? + FLUELLEN. Stand away, Captain Gower; I will give treason his + payment into plows, I warrant you. + WILLIAMS. I am no traitor. + FLUELLEN. That'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. + + Enter WARWICK and GLOUCESTER + + WARWICK. How now! how now! what's the matter? + FLUELLEN. My Lord of Warwick, here is- praised be God for it!- +a + most contagious treason come to light, look you, as you shall + desire in a summer's day. Here is his Majesty. + + Enter the KING and EXETER + + KING HENRY. How now! what's the matter? + FLUELLEN. My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, look + your Grace, has struck the glove which your Majesty is take +out + of the helmet of Alencon. + WILLIAMS. My liege, this was my glove: here is the fellow of +it; + and he that I gave it to in change promis'd to wear it in his + cap; I promis'd to strike him if he did; I met this man with +my + glove in his cap, and I have been as good as my word. + FLUELLEN. Your Majesty hear now, saving your Majesty's manhood, + what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lousy knave it is; I hope + your Majesty is pear me testimony and witness, and will + avouchment, that this is the glove of Alencon that your +Majesty + is give me; in your conscience, now. + KING HENRY. Give me thy glove, soldier; look, here is the +fellow of + it. + 'Twas I, indeed, thou promised'st to strike, + And thou hast given me most bitter terms. + FLUELLEN. An please your Majesty, let his neck answer for it, +if + there is any martial law in the world. + KING HENRY. How canst thou make me satisfaction? + WILLIAMS. All offences, my lord, come from the heart; never +came + any from mine that might offend your Majesty. + KING HENRY. It was ourself thou didst abuse. + WILLIAMS. Your Majesty came not like yourself: you appear'd to +me + but as a common man; witness the night, your garments, your + lowliness; and what your Highness suffer'd 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. Here, 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. + FLUELLEN. By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle +enough + in his belly: hold, there is twelve pence for you; and I pray +you + to serve God, and keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and + quarrels, and dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the +better + for you. + WILLIAMS. I will none of your money. + FLUELLEN. It is with a good will; I can tell you it will serve +you + to mend your shoes. Come, wherefore should you be so pashful? + Your shoes is not so good. 'Tis a good silling, I warrant +you, or + I will change it. + + Enter an ENGLISH HERALD + + KING HENRY. Now, herald, are the dead numb'red? + HERALD. Here is the number of the slaught'red French. + [Gives a paper] + KING HENRY. What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle? + EXETER. Charles Duke of Orleans, nephew to the King; + John Duke of Bourbon, and Lord Bouciqualt; + Of other lords and barons, knights and squires, + Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. + KING HENRY. This 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 + One hundred twenty-six; added to these, + Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen, + Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which + Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights. + So that, in these ten thousand they have lost, + There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries; + The rest are princes, barons, lords, knights, squires, + And gentlemen of blood and quality. + The names of those their nobles that lie dead: + Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France; + Jaques 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; Antony Duke of Brabant, + The brother to the Duke of Burgundy; + And Edward Duke of Bar. Of lusty earls, + Grandpre and Roussi, Fauconbridge and Foix, + Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Lestrake. + Here was a royal fellowship of death! + Where is the number of our English dead? + [HERALD presents another paper] + Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk, + Sir Richard Kikely, 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, + Ascribe we all. When, without stratagem, + But in plain shock and even play of battle, + Was ever known so great and little los + On one part and on th' other? Take it, God, + For it is none but thine. + EXETER. 'Tis wonderful! + KING HENRY. Come, go we in procession to the village; + And be it death proclaimed through our host + To boast of this or take that praise from God + Which is his only. + FLUELLEN. Is it not lawful, an please your Majesty, to tell how + many is kill'd? + KING HENRY. Yes, Captain; but with this acknowledgment, + That God fought for us. + FLUELLEN. Yes, my conscience, he did us great good. + KING HENRY. Do we all holy rites: + Let there be sung 'Non nobis' and 'Te Deum'; + The dead with charity enclos'd in clay- + And then to Calais; and to England then; + Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men. Exeunt + + + + +<<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM +SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS +PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY +WITH PERMISSION. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE +DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS +PERSONAL USE ONLY, AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED +COMMERCIALLY. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY +SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP.>> + + + +ACT V. PROLOGUE. + +Enter CHORUS + + CHORUS. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story + That I may prompt them; and of such as have, + I humbly pray them to admit th' excuse + Of time, of numbers, and due course of things, + Which cannot in their huge and proper life + Be here presented. Now we bear the King + Toward Calais. Grant him there. There seen, + Heave him away upon your winged thoughts + Athwart the sea. Behold, the English beach + Pales in the flood with men, with wives, and boys, + Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouth'd sea, + Which, like a mighty whiffler, fore the King + Seems to prepare his way. So let him land, + And solemnly see him set on to London. + So swift a pace hath thought that even now + You may imagine him upon Blackheath; + Where that his lords desire him to have borne + His bruised helmet and his bended sword + Before him through the city. He forbids it, + Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride; + Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent, + Quite from himself to God. But now behold + In the quick forge and working-house of thought, + How London doth pour out her citizens! + The mayor and all his brethren in best sort- + Like to the senators of th' antique Rome, + With the plebeians swarming at their heels- + Go forth and fetch their conqu'ring Caesar in; + As, by a lower but loving likelihood, + Were now the General of our gracious Empress- + As in good time he may- from Ireland coming, + Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, + How many would the peaceful city quit + To welcome him! Much more, and much more cause, + Did they this Harry. Now in London place him- + As yet the lamentation of the French + Invites the King of England's stay at home; + The Emperor's coming in behalf of France + To order peace between them; and omit + All the occurrences, whatever chanc'd, + Till Harry's back-return again to France. + There must we bring him; and myself have play'd + The interim, by rememb'ring you 'tis past. + Then brook abridgment; and your eyes advance, + After your thoughts, straight back again to France. Exit + + + + +SCENE I. +France. The English camp + +Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER + + GOWER. Nay, that's right; but why wear you your leek to-day? +Saint + Davy's day is past. + FLUELLEN. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in +all + things. I will tell you, ass my friend, Captain Gower: the + rascally, scald, beggarly, lousy, pragging knave, Pistol- +which + you and yourself and all the world know to be no petter than +a + fellow, look you now, of no merits- he is come to me, and +prings + me pread and salt yesterday, look you, and bid me eat my +leek; it + was in a place where I could not breed no contendon 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. + + Enter PISTOL + + GOWER. Why, 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! + PISTOL. Ha! art thou bedlam? Dost thou thirst, base Troyan, + To have me fold up Parca's fatal web? + Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek. + FLUELLEN. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lousy knave, at my + desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eat, look you, + this leek; because, look you, you do not love it, nor your + affections, and your appetites, and your digestions, does not + agree with it, I would desire you to eat it. + PISTOL. Not for Cadwallader and all his goats. + FLUELLEN. There is one goat for you. [Strikes him] Will you +be so + good, scald knave, as eat it? + PISTOL. Base Troyan, thou shalt die. + FLUELLEN. You say very true, scald knave- when God's will is. I + will desire you to live in the meantime, and eat your +victuals; + come, there is sauce for it. [Striking him again] You +call'd 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. + GOWER. Enough, Captain, you have astonish'd him. + FLUELLEN. I say I will make him eat some part of my leek, or I +will + peat his pate four days. Bite, I pray you, it is good for +your + green wound and your ploody coxcomb. + PISTOL. Must I bite? + FLUELLEN. Yes, certainly, and out of doubt, and out of question + too, and ambiguides. + PISTOL. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge- I eat and +eat, + I swear- + FLUELLEN. Eat, I pray you; will you have some more sauce to +your + leek? There is not enough leek to swear by. + PISTOL. Quiet thy cudgel: thou dost see I eat. + FLUELLEN. Much good do you, scald 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. + PISTOL. Good. + FLUELLEN. Ay, leeks is good. Hold you, there is a groat to heal + your pate. + PISTOL. Me a groat! + FLUELLEN. Yes, verily and in truth, you shall take it; or I +have + another leek in my pocket which you shall eat. + PISTOL. I take thy groat in earnest of revenge. + FLUELLEN. If I owe you anything I will pay you in cudgels; you + shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels. God +bye + you, and keep you, and heal your pate. + Exit + PISTOL. All hell shall stir for this. + GOWER. Go, go: you are a couterfeit 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 galling at this gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, + because he could not speak English in the native garb, he +could + not therefore handle an English cudgel; you find it +otherwise, + and henceforth let a Welsh correction teach you a good +English + condition. Fare ye well. Exit + PISTOL. Doth Fortune play the huswife with me now? + News have I that my Nell is dead i' th' spital + Of malady of France; + And there my rendezvous is quite cut off. + Old I do wax; and from my weary limbs + Honour is cudgell'd. 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, + And swear I got them in the Gallia wars. Exit + + + + +SCENE II. +France. The FRENCH KING'S palace + +Enter at one door, KING HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOUCESTER, +WARWICK, +WESTMORELAND, and other LORDS; at another, the FRENCH KING, QUEEN +ISABEL, +the PRINCESS KATHERINE, ALICE, and other LADIES; the DUKE OF +BURGUNDY, +and his train + + KING HENRY. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met! + Unto our brother France, and to our sister, + Health and fair time of day; joy and good wishes + To our most fair and princely cousin Katherine. + And, as a branch and member of this royalty, + By whom this great assembly is contriv'd, + We do salute you, Duke of Burgundy. + And, princes French, and peers, health to you all! + FRENCH KING. Right joyous are we to behold your face, + Most worthy brother England; fairly met! + So are you, princes English, every one. + QUEEN ISABEL. So happy be the issue, brother England, + Of this good day and of this gracious meeting + As we are now glad to behold your eyes- + Your eyes, which hitherto have home in them, + Against the French that met them in their bent, + The fatal balls of murdering basilisks; + The venom of such looks, we fairly hope, + Have lost their quality; and that this day + Shall change all griefs and quarrels into love. + KING HENRY. To cry amen to that, thus we appear. + QUEEN ISABEL. You English princes an, I do salute you. + BURGUNDY. My duty to you both, on equal love, + Great Kings of France and England! That I have labour'd + With 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 + That 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, + Dear nurse of arts, plenties, 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 chas'd! + And all her husbandry doth lie on heaps, + Corrupting in it 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 + The darnel, hemlock, and rank fumitory, + Doth root upon, while that the coulter rusts + That should deracinate such savagery; + The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth + The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover, + Wanting 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, + Defective in their natures, grow to wildness; + Even so our houses and ourselves and children + Have lost, or do not learn for want of time, + The sciences that should become our country; + But grow, like savages- as soldiers will, + That nothing do but meditate on blood- + To swearing and stern looks, diffus'd attire, + And everything that seems unnatural. + Which to reduce into our former favout + You are assembled; and my speech entreats + That I may know the let why gentle Peace + Should not expel these inconveniences + And bless us with her former qualities. + KING HENRY. If, Duke of Burgundy, you would the peace + Whose want gives growth to th' imperfections + Which you have cited, you must buy that peace + With full accord to all our just demands; + Whose tenours and particular effects + You have, enschedul'd briefly, in your hands. + BURGUNDY. The King hath heard them; to the which as yet + There is no answer made. + KING HENRY. Well then, the peace, + Which you before so urg'd, lies in his answer. + FRENCH KING. I have but with a cursorary eye + O'erglanced the articles; pleaseth your Grace + To appoint some of your council presently + To sit with us once more, with better heed + To re-survey them, we will suddenly + Pass our accept and peremptory answer. + KING HENRY. Brother, we shall. Go, uncle Exeter, + And brother Clarence, and you, brother Gloucester, + Warwick, and Huntington, 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, + Any 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 ISABEL. Our gracious brother, I will go with them; + Haply a woman's voice may do some good, + When articles too nicely urg'd be stood on. + KING HENRY. Yet leave our cousin Katherine here with us; + She is our capital demand, compris'd + Within the fore-rank of our articles. + QUEEN ISABEL. She hath good leave. + Exeunt all but the KING, KATHERINE, and ALICE + KING HENRY. Fair Katherine, 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? + KATHERINE. Your Majesty shall mock me; I cannot speak your +England. + KING HENRY. O fair Katherine, 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? + KATHERINE. Pardonnez-moi, I cannot tell vat is like me. + KING HENRY. An angel is like you, Kate, and you are like an +angel. + KATHERINE. Que dit-il? que je suis semblable a les anges? + ALICE. Oui, vraiment, sauf votre grace, ainsi dit-il. + KING HENRY. I said so, dear Katherine, and I must not blush to + + affirm it. + KATHERINE. O bon Dieu! les langues des hommes sont pleines de + tromperies. + KING HENRY. What says she, fair one? that the tongues of men +are + full of deceits? + ALICE. Oui, dat de tongues of de mans is be full of deceits- +dat is + de Princess. + KING HENRY. The Princess is the better English-woman. I' faith, + Kate, my wooing is fit for thy understanding: I am glad thou + canst speak no better English; for if thou couldst, thou +wouldst + find me such a plain king that thou wouldst think I had sold +my + farm to buy my crown. I know no ways to mince it in love, but + directly to say 'I love you.' Then, if you urge me farther +than + to say 'Do you in faith?' I wear out my suit. Give me your + answer; i' faith, do; and so clap hands and a bargain. How +say + you, lady? + KATHERINE. Sauf votre honneur, me understand well. + KING HENRY. Marry, if you would put me to verses or to dance +for + your sake, Kate, why you undid me; for the one I have neither + words nor measure, and for the other I have no strength in + measure, yet a reasonable measure in strength. If I could win +a + lady at leap-frog, or by vaulting into my saddle with my +armour + on my back, under the correction of bragging be it spoken, I + should quickly leap into wife. Or 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 cloquence, nor I have no + cunning in protestation; only downright oaths, which I never +use + till urg'd, nor never break for urging. If thou canst love a + fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth +sunburning, + that never looks in his glass for love of anything he sees +there, + let thine eye be thy cook. 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 liv'st, dear Kate, take a fellow of + plain and uncoined 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 speaker 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 curl'd 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 moon; 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 say'st thou, +then, + to my love? Speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee. + KATHERINE. Is it possible dat I sould love de enemy of France? + KING HENRY. No, 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 I 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. + KATHERINE. I cannot tell vat is dat. + KING HENRY. No, Kate? I will tell thee in French, which I am +sure + 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 + France 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. + KATHERINE. Sauf votre honneur, le Francais que vous parlez, il +est + meilleur que l'Anglais lequel je parle. + KING HENRY. No, 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? + KATHERINE. I cannot tell. + KING HENRY. Can 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 her 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 thee 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? Shall we not? What say'st thou, my fair +flower-de-luce? + KATHERINE. I do not know dat. + KING HENRY. No: 'tis hereafter to know, but now to promise; do +but + now promise, Kate, you will endeavour for your French 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 Katherine du monde, +mon + tres cher et divin deesse? + KATHERINE. Your Majestee ave fausse French enough to deceive de + most sage damoiselle dat is en France. + KING HENRY. Now, 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 and 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, Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall +appear: + my comfort is, that old age, that in 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. And therefore tell me, most fair Katherine, 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 ear withal but I will tell thee aloud 'England is + thine, Ireland is thine, France is thine, and Henry +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. Come, your answer in broken music- for thy voice is + music and thy English broken; therefore, Queen of all, +Katherine, + break thy mind to me in broken English, wilt thou have me? + KATHERINE. Dat is as it shall please de roi mon pere. + KING HENRY. Nay, it will please him well, Kate- it shall please + him, Kate. + KATHERINE. Den it sall also content me. + KING HENRY. Upon that I kiss your hand, and I can you my queen. + KATHERINE. Laissez, mon seigneur, laissez, laissez! Ma foi, je +ne + veux point que vous abaissiez votre grandeur en baisant la +main + d'une, notre seigneur, indigne serviteur; excusez-moi, je +vous + supplie, mon tres puissant seigneur. + KING HENRY. Then I will kiss your lips, Kate. + KATHERINE. Les dames et demoiselles pour etre baisees devant +leur + noces, il n'est pas la coutume de France. + KING HENRY. Madame my interpreter, what says she? + ALICE. Dat it is not be de fashion pour le ladies of France- I + cannot tell vat is baiser en Anglish. + KING HENRY. To kiss. + ALICE. Your Majestee entendre bettre que moi. + KING HENRY. It is not a fashion for the maids in France to kiss + before they are married, would she say? + ALICE. Oui, vraiment. + KING HENRY. O Kate, nice customs curtsy to great kings. Dear +Kate, + you and I cannot be confin'd 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 + do yours for upholding the nice fashion of your country in + denying me a kiss; therefore, patiently and yielding. +[Kissing + her] You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate: there is more + eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the + + + French council; and they should sooner persuade Henry of +England + than a general petition of monarchs. Here comes your father. + + Enter the FRENCH POWER and the ENGLISH LORDS + + BURGUNDY. God save your Majesty! My royal cousin, + Teach you our princess English? + KING HENRY. I would have her learn, my fair cousin, how +perfectly I + love her; and that is good English. + BURGUNDY. Is she not apt? + KING HENRY. Our tongue is rough, coz, and my condition is not + smooth; so that, having neither the voice nor the heart of + flattery about me, I cannot so conjure up the spirit of love +in + her that he will appear in his true likeness. + BURGUNDY. Pardon the frankness of my mirth, if I answer you for + that. If you would conjure in her, you must make 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 ros'd +over + with the virgin crimson of modesty, if she deny the +appearance of + a naked blind boy in her naked seeing self? It were, my lord, +a + hard condition for a maid to consign to. + KING HENRY. Yet they do wink and yield, as love is blind and + enforces. + BURGUNDY. They are then excus'd, my lord, when they see not +what + they do. + KING HENRY. Then, good my lord, teach your cousin to consent + winking. + BURGUNDY. I will wink on her to consent, my lord, if you will +teach + her to know my meaning; for maids well summer'd and warm kept +are + like flies at Bartholomew-tide, blind, though they have their + eyes; and then they will endure handling, which before would +not + abide looking on. + KING HENRY. This 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. + BURGUNDY. As love is, my lord, before it loves. + KING HENRY. It 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 KING. Yes, my lord, you see them perspectively, the +cities + turned into a maid; for they are all girdled with maiden +walls + that war hath never ent'red. + KING HENRY. Shall Kate be my wife? + FRENCH KING. So please you. + KING HENRY. I am content, so the maiden cities you talk of may +wait + on her; so the maid that stood in the way for my wish shall +show + me the way to my will. + FRENCH KING. We have consented to all terms of reason. + KING HENRY. Is't so, my lords of England? + WESTMORELAND. The king hath granted every article: + His daughter first; and then in sequel, all, + According to their firm proposed natures. + EXETER. Only he hath not yet subscribed this: + Where your Majesty demands that the King of France, having +any + occasion to write for matter of grant, shall name your +Highness + in this form and with this addition, in French, Notre tres +cher + fils Henri, Roi d'Angleterre, Heritier de France; and thus in + Latin, Praeclarissimus filius noster Henricus, Rex Angliae et + Haeres Franciae. + FRENCH KING. Nor this I have not, brother, so denied + But our request shall make me let it pass. + KING HENRY. I pray you, then, in love and dear alliance, + Let that one article rank with the rest; + And thereupon give me your daughter. + FRENCH KING. Take 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 + Plant neighbourhood and Christian-like accord + In their sweet bosoms, that never war advance + His bleeding sword 'twixt England and fair France. + LORDS. Amen! + KING HENRY. Now, welcome, Kate; and bear me witness all, + That here I kiss her as my sovereign queen. [Flourish] + QUEEN ISABEL. God, 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 + That 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, + Receive each other. God speak this Amen! + ALL. Amen! + KING HENRY. Prepare 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. + Then shall I swear to Kate, and you to me, + And may our oaths well kept and prosp'rous be! + Sennet. Exeunt + +EPILOGUE + EPILOGUE. + + Enter CHORUS + + CHORUS. Thus far, with rough and all-unable pen, + Our bending author hath pursu'd the story, + In little room confining mighty men, + Mangling by starts the full course of their glory. + Small time, but, in that small, most greatly lived + This star of England. Fortune made his sword; + By which the world's best garden he achieved, + And of it left his son imperial lord. + Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd king + Of France and England, did this king succeed; + Whose state so many had the managing + That they lost France and made his England bleed; + Which oft our stage hath shown; and, for their sake, + In your fair minds let this acceptance take. Exit + +THE END + + + + + + +<<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM +SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS +PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY +WITH PERMISSION. 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