The Life of Henry the Fift [Henry V]
William Shakespeare
Original text: Bodleian Libraries · Shakespeare First Folio (1623), Bodleian Library Arch. G c.7; diplomatic TEI transcription
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The Life of Henry the Fift.
Enter Prologue.
O For a Muse of Fire, that would ascend The brightest Heauen of Inuention: A Kingdome for a…
Actus Primus. Scœna Prima
Enter the two Bishops of Canterbury and Ely.
Bish. Cant. MY Lord, Ile tell you, that selfe Bill is vrg'd, Which in th'eleuēth yere of ye…
Bish. Ely. But how my Lord shall we resist it now?
Bish. Cant. It must be thought on: if it passe against vs, We loose the better halfe of…
Bish. Ely. This would drinke deepe.
Bish. Cant. 'Twould drinke the Cup and all.
Bish. Ely. But what preuention?
Bish. Cant. The King is full of grace, and faire re- gard.
Bish. Ely. And a true louer of the holy Church.
Bish. Cant. The courses of his youth promis'd it not. The breath no sooner left his Fathers body,…
Bish. Ely. We are blessed in the Change.
Bish. Cant. Heare him but reason in Diuinitie; And all-admiring, with an inward wish You would desire the…
B. Ely. The Strawberry growes vnderneath the Nettle, And holesome Berryes thriue and ripen best, Neighbour'd by Fruit…
B. Cant. It must be so; for Miracles are ceast: And therefore we must needes admit the meanes,…
B. Ely. But my good Lord: How now for mittigation of this Bill, Vrg'd by the Commons? doth…
B. Cant. He seemes indifferent: Or rather swaying more vpon our part, Then cherishing th'exhibiters against vs: For…
B. Ely. How did this offer seeme receiu'd, my Lord?
B. Cant. With good acceptance of his Maiestie: Saue that there was not time enough to heare, As…
B. Ely. What was th'impediment that broke this off?
B. Cant. The French Embassador vpon that instant Crau'd audience; and the howre I thinke is come, To…
B. Ely. It is.
B. Cant. Then goe we in, to know his Embassie: Which I could with a ready guesse declare,…
B. Ely. Ile wait vpon you, and I long to heare it.
Exeunt.
Enter the King, Humfrey, Bedford, Clarence, Warwick, Westmerland, and Exeter.
King. Where is my gracious Lord of Canterbury?
Exeter. Not here in presence.
King. Send for him, good Vnckle.
Westm. Shall we call in th'Ambassador, my Liege?
King. Not yet, my Cousin: we would be resolu'd, Before we heare him, of some things of weight,…
Enter two Bishops.
B. Cant. God and his Angels guard your sacred Throne, And make you long become it.
King. Sure we thanke you. My learned Lord, we pray you to proceed, And iustly and religiously vnfold,…
B. Can. Then heare me gracious Soueraign, & you Peers, That owe your selues, your liues, and seruices,…
Conuey'd himselfe as th'Heire to th' Lady Lingare, Daughter to Charlemaine, who was the Sonne To Lewes the…
King. May I with right and conscience make this claim?
Bish. Cant. The sinne vpon my head, dread Soueraigne: For in the Booke of Numbers is it writ,…
Bish. Awake remembrance of these valiant dead, And with your puissant Arme renew their Feats; You are their…
Exe. Your Brother Kings and Monarchs of the Earth Doe all expect, that you should rowse your selfe,…
West. They know your Grace hath cause, and means, and (might; So hath your Highnesse: neuer King of…
Bish. Can. O let their bodyes follow my deare Liege With Bloods, and Sword and Fire, to win…
King. We must not onely arme t'inuade the French, But lay downe our proportions, to defend Against the…
Bish. Can. They of those Marches, gracious Soueraign, Shall be a Wall sufficient to defend Our in-land from…
King. We do not meane the coursing snatchers onely, But feare the maine intendment of the Scot, Who…
B. Can. She hath bin thē more fear'd thē harm'd, my Liege: For heare her but exampl'd by…
Bish. Ely. But there's a saying very old and true, If that you will France win, then with…
Exet. It followes then, the Cat must stay at home, Yet that is but a crush'd necessity, Since…
Cant. Therefore doth heauen diuide The state of man in diuers functions, Setting endeuour in continual motion: To…
King. Call in the Messengers sent from the Dolphin. Now are we well resolu'd, and by Gods helpe…
Amb. May't please your Maiestie to giue vs leaue Freely to render what we haue in charge: Or…
King. We are no Tyrant, but a Christian King, Vnto whose grace our passion is as subiect As…
Amb. Thus than in few: Your Highnesse lately sending into France, Did claime some certaine Dukedomes, in the…
King. What Treasure Vncle?
Exe. Tennis balles, my Liege.
Kin, We are glad the Dolphin is so pleasant with vs, His Present, and your paines we thanke…
Exeunt Ambassadors.
Exe. This was a merry Message.
King. We hope to make the Sender blush at it: Therefore, my Lords, omit no happy howre, That…
Exeunt.
Flourish.
Enter Chorus.
Now all the Youth of England are on fire, And silken Dalliance in the Wardrobe lyes: Now thriue…
Vnto Southampton do we shift our Scene.
Exit
Enter Corporall Nym, and Lieutenant Bardolfe.
Bar. Well met Corporall Nym.
Nym. Good morrow Lieutenant Bardolfe.
Bar. What, are Ancient Pistoll and you friends yet?
Nym. For my part, I care not: I say little: but when time shall serue, there shall be…
Bar. I will bestow a breakfast to make you friendes, and wee'l bee all three sworne brothers to…
Nym. Faith, I will liue so long as I may, that's the cer- taine of it: and when…
Bar. It is certaine Corporall, that he is marryed to Nell Quickly, and certainly she did you wrong,…
Nym. I cannot tell, Things must be as they may: men may sleepe, and they may haue their…
Enter Pistoll, & Quickly.
Bar. Heere comes Ancient Pistoll and his wife: good Corporall be patient heere. How now mine Hoaste Pi-…
Pist. Base Tyke, cal'st thou mee Hoste, now by this hand I sweare I scorne the terme: nor…
Host. No by my troth, not long: For we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteene Gentlewomen…
Bar. Good Lieutenant, good Corporal offer nothing heere.
Nym. Pish.
Pist. Pish for thee, Island dogge: thou prickeard cur of Island.
Host. Good Corporall Nym shew thy valor, and put vp your sword.
Nym. Will you shogge off? I would haue you solus.
Pist. Solus, egregious dog? O Viper vile; The solus in thy most meruailous face, the solus in thy…
Nym. I am not Barbason, you cannot coniure mee: I haue an humor to knocke you indifferently well:…
Pist. O Braggard vile, and damned furious wight, The Graue doth gape, and doting death is neere, Therefore…
Bar. Heare me, heare me what I say: Hee that strikes the first stroake, Ile run him vp…
Pist. An oath of mickle might, and fury shall abate. Giue me thy fist, thy fore-foote to me…
Nym. I will cut thy throate one time or other in faire termes, that is the humor of…
Pistoll. Couple a gorge, that is the word, I defie thee a- gaine. O hound of Creet, think'st…
Enter the Boy.
Boy. Mine Hoast Pistoll, you must come to my May- ster, and your Hostesse: He is very sicke,…
Bard. Away you Rogue.
Host. By my troth he'l yeeld the Crow a pudding one of these dayes: the King has kild…
Exit
Bar. Come, shall I make you two friends. Wee must to France together: why the diuel should we…
Pist. Let floods ore-swell, and fiends for food howle on.
Nym. You'l pay me the eight shillings I won of you at Betting?
Pist. Base is the Slaue that payes.
Nym. That now I wil haue: that's the humor of it.
Pist. As manhood shal compound: push home. Draw
Bard. By this sword, hee that makes the first thrust, Ile kill him: By this sword, I wil.
Pi. Sword is an Oath, & Oaths must haue their course
Bar. Coporall Nym, & thou wilt be friends be frends, and thou wilt not, why then be enemies…
Pist. A Noble shalt thou haue, and present pay, and Liquor likewise will I giue to thee, and…
Nym. I shall haue my Noble?
Pist. In cash, most iustly payd.
Nym. Well, then that the humor of't.
Enter Hostesse.
Host. As euer you come of women, come in quickly to sir Iohn: A poore heart, hee is…
Nym. The King hath run bad humors on the Knight, that's the euen of it.
Pist. Nym, thou hast spoke the right, his heart is fra- cted and corroborate.
Nym. The King is a good King, but it must bee as it may: he passes some humors,…
Pist. Let vs condole the Knight, for (Lambekins) we will liue.
Enter Exeter, Bedford, & Westmerland.
Bed Fore God his Grace is bold to trust these traitors
Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by.
West. How smooth and euen they do bear themselues, As if allegeance in their bosomes sate Crowned with…
Bed. The King hath note of all that they intend, By interception, which they dreame not of.
Exe. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow, Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious fauours;…
Sound Trumpets.
Enter the King, Scroope, Cambridge, and Gray.
King. Now sits the winde faire, and we will aboord. My Lord of Cambridge, and my kinde Lord…
Scro. No doubt my Liege, if each man do his best.
King. I doubt not that, since we are well perswaded We carry not a heart with vs from…
Cam. Neuer was Monarch better fear'd and lou'd, Then is your Maiesty; there's not I thinke a subiect…
Kni. True: those that were your Fathers enemies, Haue steep'd their gauls in hony, and do serue you…
King. We therefore haue great cause of thankfulnes, And shall forget the office of our hand Sooner then…
Scro. So seruice shall with steeled sinewes toyle, And labour shall refresh it selfe with hope To do…
King. We Iudge no lesse. Vnkle of Exeter, Inlarge the man committed yesterday, That rayl'd against our person:…
Scro. That's mercy, but too much security: Let him be punish'd Soueraigne, least example Breed (by his sufferance)…
King. O let vs yet be mercifull.
Cam. So may your Highnesse, and yet punish too.
Grey. Sir, you shew great mercy if you giue him life, After the taste of much correction.
King. Alas, your too much loue and care of me, Are heauy Orisons 'gainst this poore wretch: If…
Cam. I one my Lord, Your Highnesse bad me aske for it to day.
Scro. So did you me my Liege.
Gray. And I my Royall Soueraigne.
King. Then Richard Earle of Cambridge, there is yours: There yours Lord Scroope of Masham, and Sir Knight:…
Cam. I do confesse my fault, And do submit me to your Highnesse mercy.
Gray. Scro. To which we all appeale.
King. The mercy that was quicke in vs but late, By your owne counsaile is supprest and kill'd:…
Gaue thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason, Vnlesse to dub thee with the name of Traitor.…
Exe. I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of Richard Earle of Cambridge. I arrest thee…
Scro. Our purposes, God iustly hath discouer'd, And I repent my fault more then my death, Which I…
Cam. For me, the Gold of France did not seduce, Although I did admit it as a motiue,…
Gray. Neuer did faithfull subiect more reioyce At the discouery of most dangerous Treason, Then I do at…
King. God quit you in his mercy: Hear your sentence You haue conspir'd against Our Royall person, Ioyn'd…
Flourish.
Enter Pistoll, Nim, Bardolph, Boy, and Hostesse.
Hostesse. 'Prythee honey sweet Husband, let me bring thee to Staines.
Pistoll. No: for my manly heart doth erne. Bardolph, be blythe: Nim, rowse thy vaunting Veines: Boy, brissle…
Bard. Would I were with him, wheresomere hee is, eyther in Heauen, or in Hell.
Hostesse. Nay sure, hee's not in Hell: hee's in Arthurs Bosome, if euer man went to Arthurs Bosome:…
Nim. They say he cryed out of Sack.
Hostesse. I, that a did.
Bard. And of Women.
Hostesse. Nay, that a did not.
Boy. Yes that a did, and said they were Deules incar- nate
Woman. A could neuer abide Carnation, 'twas a Co- lour he neuer lik'd.
Boy. A said once, the Deule would haue him about Women.
Hostesse. A did in some sort (indeed) handle Women: but then hee was rumatique, and talk'd of the…
Boy. Doe you not remember a saw a Flea sticke vpon Bardolphs Nose, and a said it was…
Bard. Well, the fuell is gone that maintain'd that fire: that's all the Riches I got in his…
Nim. Shall wee shogg? the King will be gone from Southampton.
Pist. Come, let's away. My Loue, giue me thy Lippes: Looke to my Chattels, and my Moueables: Let…
Boy. And that's but vnwholesome food, they say.
Pist. Touch her soft mouth, and march.
Bard. Farwell Hostesse.
Nim. I cannot kisse, that is the humor of it: but adieu.
Pist. Let Huswiferie appeare: keepe close, I thee command.
Hostesse. Farwell: adieu.
Exeunt
Flourish.
Enter the French King, the Dolphin, the Dukes of Berry and Britaine.
King. Thus comes the English with full power vpon vs, And more then carefully it vs concernes, To…
Dolphin. My most redoubted Father, It is most meet we arme vs 'gainst the Foe: For Peace it…
Const. O peace, Prince Dolphin, You are too much mistaken in this King: Question your Grace the late…
Dolphin. Well, 'tis not so, my Lord High Constable. But though we thinke it so, it is no…
King. Thinke we King Harry strong: And Princes, looke you strongly arme to meet him. The Kindred of…
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Embassadors from Harry King of England, Doe craue admittance to your Maiestie.
King. Weele giue them present audience. Goe, and bring them. You see this Chase is hotly followed, friends.
Dolphin. Turne head, and stop pursuit: for coward Dogs Most spend their mouths, whē what they seem to…
Enter Exeter.
King. From our Brother of England?
Exe. From him, and thus he greets your Maiestie: He wills you in the Name of God Almightie,…
King. Or else what followes?
Exe. Bloody constraint: for if you hide the Crowne Euen in your hearts, there will he rake for…
King. For vs, we will consider of this further: To morrow shall you beare our full intent Back…
Dolph. For the Dolphin, I stand here for him: what to him from England?
Exe. Scorne and defiance, sleight regard, contempt, And any thing that may not mis-become The mightie Sender, doth…
Dolph. Say: if my Father render faire returne, It is against my will: for I desire Nothing but…
Exe. Hee'le make your Paris Louer shake for it, Were it the Mistresse Court of mightie Europe: And…
King. To morrow shall you know our mind at full.
Flourish.
Exe. Dispatch vs with all speed, least that our King Come here himselfe to question our delay; For…
King. You shalbe soone dispatcht, with faire conditions. A Night is but small breathe, and little pawse, To…
Exeunt.
Actus Secundus.
Flourish.
Enter Chorus.
Thus with imagin'd wing our swift Scene flyes, In motion of no lesse celeritie then that of Thought.…
Exit.
Enter the King, Exeter, Bedford, and Gloucester.
Alarum: Scaling Ladders at Harflew.
King. Once more vnto the Breach, Deare friends, once more; Or close the Wall vp with our English…
Alarum, and Chambers goe off.
Enter Nim, Bardolph, Pistoll, and Boy.
Bard. On, on, on, on, on, to the breach, to the breach.
Nim. 'Pray thee Corporall stay, the Knocks are too hot: and for mine owne part, I haue not…
Pist. The plaine-Song is most iust: for humors doe a- bound: Knocks goe and come: Gods Vassals drop…
Boy. Would I were in an Ale-house in London, I would giue all my fame for a Pot…
Pist. And I: If wishes would preuayle with me, my purpose should not fayle with me; but thither…
Boy. As duly, but not as truly, as Bird doth sing on bough.
Enter Fluellen.
Flu. Vp to the breach, you Dogges; auaunt you Cullions.
Pist. Be mercifull great Duke to men of Mould: a- bate thy Rage, abate thy manly Rage; abate…
Nim. These be good humors: your Honor wins bad humors.
Exit.
Boy. As young as I am, I haue obseru'd these three Swashers: I am Boy to them all…
Exit.
Enter Gower.
Gower. Captaine Fluellen, you must come presently to the Mynes; the Duke of Gloucester would speake with you.
Flu. To the Mynes? Tell you the Duke, it is not so good to come to the Mynes:…
Gower. The Duke of Gloucester, to whom the Order of the Siege is giuen, is altogether directed by…
Welch. It is Captaine Makmorrice, is it not?
Gower. I thinke it be.
Welch. By Cheshu he is an Asse, as in the World, I will verifie as much in his…
Enter Makmorrice, and Captaine Iamy.
Gower. Here a comes, and the Scots Captaine, Captaine Iamy, with him.
Welch. Captaine Iamy is a maruellous falorous Gen- tleman, that is certain, and of great expedition and know-…
Scot. I say gudday, Captaine Fluellen.
Welch. Godden to your Worship, good Captaine Iames.
Gower. How now Captaine Mackmorrice, haue you quit the Mynes? haue the Pioners giuen o're?
Irish. By Chrish Law tish ill done: the Worke ish giue ouer, the Trompet sound the Retreat. By…
Welch. Captaine Mackmorrice, I beseech you now, will you voutsafe me, looke you, a few disputations with you,…
Scot. It sall be vary gud, gud feith, gud Captens bath, and I sall quit you with gud…
Irish. It is no time to discourse, so Chrish saue me: the day is hot, and the Weather,…
Scot. By the Mes, ere theise eyes of mine take them- selues to slomber, ayle de gud seruice,…
Welch. Captaine Mackmorrice, I thinke, looke you, vnder your correction, there is not many of your Na- tion.
Irish. Of my Nation? What ish my Nation? Ish a Villaine, and a Basterd, and a Knaue, and…
Welch. Looke you, if you take the matter otherwise then is meant, Captaine Mackmorrice, peraduenture I shall thinke…
Irish. I doe not know you so good a man as my selfe: so Chrish saue me, I…
Gower. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.
Scot. A, that's a foule fault. A Parley.
Gower. The Towne sounds a Parley.
Welch. Captaine Mackmorrice, when there is more better oportunitie to be required, looke you, I will be so…
Exit.
Enter the King and all his Traine before the Gates.
King. How yet resolues the Gouernour of the Towne? This is the latest Parle we will admit: Therefore…
What say you? Will you yeeld, and this auoyd? Or guiltie in defence, be thus destroy'd.
Enter Gouernour.
Gouer. Our expectation hath this day an end: The Dolphin, whom of Succours we entreated, Returnes vs, that…
King. Open your Gates: Come Vnckle Exeter, Goe you and enter Harflew; there remaine, And fortifie it strongly…
Flourish, and enter the Towne.
Enter Katherine and an old Gentlewoman.
Kathe. Alice, tu as este en Angleterre, & tu bien parlas le Language.
Alice. En peu Madame.
Kath. Ie te prie m'ensigniez, il faut que ie apprend a par- len: Comient appelle vous le main…
Alice. Le main il & appelle de Hand.
Kath. De Hand.
Alice. E le doyts.
Kat. Le doyts, ma foy Ie oublie, e doyt mays, ie me souemeray le doyts ie pense qu'ils…
Alice. Le main de Hand, le doyts le Fingres, ie pense que ie suis le bon escholier.
Kath. I'ay gaynie diux mots d'Anglois vistement, coment appelle vous le ongles?
Alice. Le ongles, les appellons de Nayles.
Kath. De Nayles escoute: dites moy, si ie parle bien: de Hand, de Fingres, e de Nayles.
Alice. C'est bien dict Madame, il & fort bon Anglois.
Kath. Dites moy l'Anglois pour le bras.
Alice. De Arme, Madame.
Kath. E de coudee.
Alice. D'Elbow.
Kath. D'Elbow: Ie men fay le repiticio de touts les mots que vous maves, apprins des a present.
Alice. Il & trop difficile Madame, comme Ie pense.
Kath. Excuse moy Alice escoute, d'Hand, de Fingre, de Nayles, d'Arma, de Bilbow.
Alice. D'Elbow, Madame.
Kath. O Seigneur Dieu, ie men oublie d'Elbow, coment ap- pelle vous le col.
Alice. De Nick, Madame.
Kath. De Nick, e le menton.
Alice. De Chin.
Kath. De Sin: le col de Nick, le menton de Sin.
Alice. Ouy. Sauf vostre honneur en verite vous pronoun- cies les mots ausi droict, que le Natifs d'Angleterre.
Kath. Ie ne doute point d'apprendre par de grace de Dieu, & en peu de temps.
Alice. N'aue vos y desia oublie ce que ie vous a enfignie.
Kath. Nome ie recitera a vous promptement, d'Hand, de Fingre, de Maylees.
Alice. De Nayles, Madame.
Kath. De Nayles, de Arme, de Ilbow.
Alice. Sans vostre honeus d'Elbow.
Kath. Ainsi de ie d'Elbow, de Nick, & de Sin: coment ap- pelle vous les pied & de…
Alice. Le Foot Madame, & le Count.
Kath. Le Foot, & le Count: O Seignieur Dieu, il sont le mots de son mauvais corruptible grosse…
Alice. Excellent, Madame.
Kath. C'est asses pour vne foyes, alons nous a diner.
Exit.
Enter the King of France, the Dolphin, the Constable of France, and others.
King. 'Tis certaine he hath past the Riuer Some.
Const. And if he be not fought withall, my Lord, Let vs not liue in France: let vs…
Dolph. O Dieu viuant: Shall a few Sprayes of vs, The emptying of our Fathers Luxurie, Our Syens,…
Brit. Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards: Mort du ma vie, if they march along Vnfought withall, but…
Const. Dieu de Battailes, where haue they this mettell? Is not their Clymate foggy, raw, and dull? On…
Dolphin. By Faith and Honor, Our Madames mock at vs, and plainely say, Our Mettell is bred out,…
Brit. They bid vs to the English Dancing-Schooles, And teach Lauolta's high, and swift Carranto's, Saying, our Grace…
King. Where is Montioy the Herald? speed him hence, Let him greet England with our sharpe defiance. Vp…
Const. This becomes the Great. Sorry am I his numbers are so few, His Souldiers sick, and famisht…
King. Therefore Lord Constable, hast on Montioy, And let him say to England, that we send, To know…
Dolph. Not so, I doe beseech your Maiestie.
King. Be patient, for you shall remaine with vs. Now forth Lord Constable, and Princes all, And quickly…
Exeunt.
Enter Captaines, English and Welch, Gower and Fluellen.
Gower. How now Captaine Fluellen, come you from the Bridge?
Flu. I assure you, there is very excellent Seruices com- mitted at the Bridge.
Gower. Is the Duke of Exeter safe?
Flu. The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Aga- memnon, and a man that I loue and…
Gower. What doe you call him?
Flu. Hee is call'd aunchient Pistoll.
Gower. I know him not.
Enter Pistoll.
Flu. Here is the man.
Pist. Captaine, I thee beseech to doe me fauours: the Duke of Exeter doth loue thee well.
Flu. I, I prayse God, and I haue merited some loue at his hands.
Pist. Bardolph, a Souldier firme and sound of heart, and of buxome valour, hath by cruell Fate, and…
Flu. By your patience, aunchient Pistoll: Fortune is painted blinde, with a Muffler afore his eyes, to signifie…
Pist. Fortune is Bardolphs foe, and frownes on him: for he hath stolne a Pax, and hanged must…
Flu. Aunchient Pistoll, I doe partly vnderstand your meaning.
Pist. Why then reioyce therefore.
Flu. Certainly Aunchient, it is not a thing to reioyce at: for if, looke you, he were my…
Pist. Dye, and be dam'd, and Figo for thy friendship.
Flu. It is well.
Pist. The Figge of Spaine.
Exit.
Flu. Very good.
Gower. Why, this is an arrant counterfeit Rascall, I remember him now: a Bawd, a Cut-purse.
Flu. Ile assure you, a vtt'red as praue words at the Pridge, as you shall see in a…
Gower. Why 'tis a Gull, a Foole, a Rogue, that now and then goes to the Warres, to…
Flu. I tell you what, Captaine Gower: I doe perceiue hee is not the man that hee would…
Drum and Colours.
Enter the King and his poore Souldiers.
Flu. God plesse your Maiestie.
King. How now Fluellen, cam'st thou from the Bridge?
Flu. I, so please your Maiestie: The Duke of Exeter ha's very gallantly maintain'd the Pridge; the French…
King. What men haue you lost, Fluellen?
Flu. The perdition of th'athuersarie hath beene very great, reasonnable great: marry for my part, I thinke the…
King. Wee would haue all such offendors so cut off: and we giue expresse charge, that in our…
Tucket.
Enter Mountioy.
Mountioy. You know me by my habit.
King. Well then, I know thee: what shall I know of thee?
Mountioy. My Masters mind.
King. Vnfold it.
Mountioy. Thus sayes my King: Say thou to Harry of England, Though we seem'd dead, we did but…
King. What is thy name? I know thy qualitie.
Mount. Mountioy.
King. Thou doo'st thy Office fairely. Turne thee back, And tell thy King, I doe not seeke him…
Mount. I shall deliuer so: Thankes to your High- nesse.
Glouc. I hope they will not come vpon vs now.
King. We are in Gods hand, Brother, not in theirs: March to the Bridge, it now drawes toward…
Exeunt.
Enter the Constable of France, the Lord Ramburs, Orleance, Dolphin, with others.
Const. Tut, I haue the beft Armour of the World: would it were day.
Orleance. You haue an excellent Armour: but let my Horse haue his due.
Const. It is the best Horse of Europe.
Orleance. Will it neuer be Morning?
Dolph. My Lord of Orleance, and my Lord High Con- stable, you talke of Horse and Armour?
Orleance. You are as well prouided of both, as any Prince in the World.
Dolph. What a long Night is this? I will not change my Horse with any that treades but…
Orleance. Hee's of the colour of the Nutmeg.
Dolph. And of the heat of the Ginger. It is a Beast for Perseus: hee is pure Ayre…
Const. Indeed my Lord, it is a most absolute and ex- cellent Horse.
Dolph. It is the Prince of Palfrayes, his Neigh is like the bidding of a Monarch, and his…
Orleance. No more Cousin.
Dolph. Nay, the man hath no wit, that cannot from the rising of the Larke to the lodging…
Orleance. I haue heard a Sonnet begin so to ones Mi- stresse.
Dolph. Then did they imitate that which I compos'd to my Courser, for my Horse is my Mistresse.
Orleance. Your Mistresse beares well.
Dolph. Me well, which is the prescript prayse and per- fection of a good and particular Mistresse.
Const. Nay, for me thought yesterday your Mistresse shrewdly shooke your back.
Dolph. So perhaps did yours.
Const. Mine was not bridled.
Dolph. O then belike she was old and gentle, and you rode like a Kerne of Ireland, your…
Const. You haue good iudgement in Horseman- ship.
Dolph. Be warn'd by me then: they that ride so, and ride not warily, fall into foule Boggs:…
Const. I had as liue haue my Mistresse a Iade.
Dolph. I tell thee Constable, my Mistresse weares his owne hayre.
Const. I could make as true a boast as that, if I had a Sow to my Mistresse.
Dolph. Le chien est retourne a son propre vemissement est la leuye lauee au bourbier: thou mak'st vse…
Const. Yet doe I not vse my Horse for my Mistresse, or any such Prouerbe, so little kin…
Ramb. My Lord Constable, the Armour that I saw in your Tent to night, are those Starres or…
Const. Starres my Lord.
Dolph. Some of them will fall to morrow, I hope.
Const. And yet my Sky shall not want.
Dolph. That may be, for you beare a many superflu- ously, and 'twere more honor some were away.
Const. Eu'n as your Horse beares your prayses, who would trot as well, were some of your bragges…
Dolph. Would I were able to loade him with his de- sert. Will it neuer be day? I…
Const. I will not say so, for feare I should be fac't out of my way: but I…
Ramb. Who will goe to Hazard with me for twentie Prisoners?
Const. You must first goe your selfe to hazard, ere you haue them.
Dolph. 'Tis Mid-night, Ile goe arme my selfe. Exit.
Orleance. The Dolphin longs for morning.
Ramb. He longs to eate the English.
Const. I thinke he will eate all he kills.
Orleance. By the white Hand of my Lady, hee's a gal- lant Prince.
Const. Sweare by her Foot, that she may tread out the Oath.
Orleance. He is simply the most actiue Gentleman of France.
Const. Doing is actiuitie, and he will still be doing.
Orleance. He neuer did harme, that I heard of.
Const. Nor will doe none to morrow: hee will keepe that good name still.
Orleance. I know him to be valiant.
Const. I was told that, by one that knowes him better then you.
Orleance. What's hee?
Const. Marry hee told me so himselfe, and hee sayd hee car'd not who knew it.
Orleance. Hee needes not, it is no hidden vertue in him.
Const. By my faith Sir, but it is: neuer any body saw it, but his Lacquey: 'tis a…
Orleance. Ill will neuer sayd well.
Const. I will cap that Prouerbe with, There is flatterie in friendship.
Orleance. And I will take vp that with, Giue the Deuill his due.
Const. Well plac't: there stands your friend for the Deuill: haue at the very eye of that Prouerbe…
Orleance. You are the better at Prouerbs, by how much a Fooles Bolt is soone shot.
Const. You haue shot ouer.
Orleance. 'Tis not the first time you were ouer-shot.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My Lord high Constable, the English lye within fifteene hundred paces of your Tents.
Const. Who hath measur'd the ground?
Mess. The Lord Grandpree.
Const. A valiant and most expert Gentleman. Would it were day? Alas poore Harry of England: hee longs…
Orleance. What a wretched and peeuish fellow is this King of England, to mope with his fat-brain'd followers…
Const. If the English had any apprehension, they would runne away.
Orleance. That they lack: for if their heads had any in- tellectuall Armour, they could neuer weare such…
Ramb. That Iland of England breedes very valiant Creatures; their Mastiffes are of vnmatchable cou rage.
Orleance. Foolish Curres, that runne winking into the mouth of a Russian Beare, and haue their heads crusht…
Const. Iust, iust: and the men doe sympathize with the Mastiffes, in robustious and rough comming on, leauing…
Orleance. I, but these English are shrowdly out of Beefe.
Const. Then shall we finde to morrow, they haue only stomackes to eate, and none to fight. Now…
Orleance. It is now two a Clock: but let me see, by ten Wee shall haue each a…
Exeunt.
Actus Tertius.
Chorus. Now entertaine coniecture of a time, When creeping Murmure and the poring Darke Fills the wide Vessell…
Beholding him, plucks comfort from his Lookes. A Largesse vniuersall, like the Sunne, His liberall Eye doth giue…
Exit.
Enter the King, Bedford, and Gloucester.
King. Gloster, 'tis true that we are in great danger, The greater therefore should our Courage be. God…
Erping. Not so my Liege, this Lodging likes me better, Since I may say, now lye I like…
King. 'Tis good for men to loue their present paines, Vpon example, so the Spirit is eased: And…
Gloster. We shall, my Liege.
Erping. Shall I attend your Grace?
King. No, my good Knight: Goe with my Brothers to my Lords of England: I and my Bosome…
Erping. The Lord in Heauen blesse thee, Noble Harry.
Exeunt.
King. God a mercy old Heart, thou speak'st cheare- fully.
Enter Pistoll.
Pist. Che vous la?
King. A friend.
Pist. Discusse vnto me, art thou Officer, or art thou base, common, and popular?
King. I am a Gentleman of a Company.
Pist. Trayl'st thou the puissant Pyke?
King. Euen so: what are you?
Pist. As good a Gentleman as the Emperor.
King. Then you are a better then the King.
Pist. The King's a Bawcock, and a Heart of Gold, a Lad of Life, an Impe of Fame,…
King. Harry le Roy.
Pist. Le Roy? a Cornish Name: art thou of Cornish Crew?
King. No, I am a Welchman.
Pist. Know'st thou Fluellen?
King. Yes.
Pist. Tell him Ile knock his Leeke about his Pate vpon S. Dauies day.
King. Doe not you weare your Dagger in your Cappe that day, least he knock that about yours.
Pist. Art thou his friend?
King. And his Kinsman too.
Pist. The Figo for thee then.
King. I thanke you: God be with you.
Pist. My name is Pistol call'd.
Exit.
King. It sorts well with your fiercenesse.
Manet King.
Enter Fluellen and Gower.
Gower. Captaine Fluellen.
Flu. 'So, in the Name of Iesu Christ, speake fewer: it is the greatest admiration in the vniuersall…
Gower. Why the Enemie is lowd, you heare him all Night.
Flu. If the Enemie is an Asse and a Foole, and a pra- ting Coxcombe; is it meet,…
Gow. I will speake lower.
Flu. I pray you, and beseech you, that you will.
Exit.
King. Though it appeare a little out of fashion, There is much care and valour in this Welchman.
Enter three Souldiers, Iohn Bates, Alexander Court, and Michael Williams.
Court. Brother Iohn Bates, is not that the Morning which breakes yonder?
Bates. I thinke it be: but wee haue no great cause to desire the approach of day.
Williams. Wee see yonder the beginning of the day, but I thinke wee shall neuer see the end…
King. A Friend.
Williams. Vnder what Captaine serue you?
King. Vnder Sir Iohn Erpingham.
Williams. A good old Commander, and a most kinde Gentleman: I pray you, what thinkes he of our…
King. Euen as men wrackt vpon a Sand, that looke to be washt off the next Tyde.
Bates. He hath not told his thought to the King?
King. No: nor it is not meet he should: for though I speake it to you, I thinke…
Bates. He may shew what outward courage he will: but I beleeue, as cold a Night as 'tis,…
King. By my troth, I will speake my conscience of the King: I thinke hee would not wish…
Bates. Then I would he were here alone; so should he be sure to be ransomed, and a…
King. I dare say, you loue him not so ill, to wish him here alone: howsoeuer you speake…
Williams. That's more then we know.
Bates. I, or more then wee should seeke after; for wee know enough, if wee know wee are…
Williams. But if the Cause be not good, the King him- selfe hath a heauie Reckoning to make,…
King. So, if a Sonne that is by his Father sent about Merchandize, doe sinfully miscarry vpon the…
his Bed, wash euery Moth out of his Conscience: and dying so, Death is to him aduantage; or…
Will. 'Tis certaine, euery man that dyes ill, the ill vpon his owne head, the King is not…
Bates. I doe not desire hee should answer for me, and yet I determine to fight lustily for…
King. I my selfe heard the King say he would not be ransom'd.
Will. I, hee said so, to make vs fight chearefully: but when our throats are cut, hee may…
King. If I liue to see it, I will neuer trust his word af- ter.
Will. You pay him then: that's a perillous shot out of an Elder Gunne, that a poore and…
King. Your reproofe is something too round, I should be angry with you, if the time were conuenient.
Will. Let it bee a Quarrell betweene vs, if you liue.
King. I embrace it.
Will. How shall I know thee againe?
King. Giue me any Gage of thine, and I will weare it in my Bonnet: Then if euer…
Will. Heere's my Gloue: Giue mee another of thine.
King. There.
Will. This will I also weare in my Cap: if euer thou come to me, and say, after…
King. If euer I liue to see it, I will challenge it.
Will. Thou dar'st as well be hang'd.
King. Well, I will doe it, though I take thee in the Kings companie.
Will. Keepe thy word: fare thee well.
Bates. Be friends you English fooles, be friends, wee haue French Quarrels enow, if you could tell how…
Exit Souldiers.
King. Indeede the French may lay twentie French Crownes to one, they will beat vs, for they beare…
No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous Ceremonie; Not all these, lay'd in Bed Maiesticall, Can sleepe so soundly, as…
Enter Erpingham.
Erp. My Lord, your Nobles iealous of your absence, Seeke through your Campe to find you.
King. Good old Knight, collect them all together At my Tent: Ile be before thee.
Erp. I shall doo't, my Lord.
Exit.
King. O God of Battailes, steele my Souldiers hearts, Possesse them not with feare: Take from them now…
Enter Gloucester.
Glouc. My Liege.
King. My Brother Gloucesters voyce? I: I know thy errand, I will goe with thee: The day, my…
Exeunt.
Enter the Dolphin, Orleance, Ramburs, and Beaumont.
Orleance. The Sunne doth gild our Armour vp, my Lords.
Dolph. Monte Cheual: My Horse, Verlot Lacquay: Ha.
Orleance. Oh braue Spirit.
Dolph. Via les ewes & terre.
Orleance. Rien puis le air & feu.
Dolph. Cein, Cousin Orleance. Enter Constable. Now my Lord Constable?
Const. Hearke how our Steedes, for present Seruice neigh.
Dolph. Mount them, and make incision in their Hides, That their hot blood may spin in English eyes,…
Ram. What, wil you haue them weep our Horses blood? How shall we then behold their naturall teares?
Enter Messenger.
Messeng. The English are embattail'd, you French Peeres.
Const. To Horse you gallant Princes, straight to Horse. Doe but behold yond poore and starued Band, And…
Enter Graundpree.
Grandpree. Why do you stay so long, my Lords of France? Yond Iland Carrions, desperate of their bones,…
Const. They haue said their prayers, And they stay for death.
Dolph. Shall we goe send them Dinners, and fresh Sutes, And giue their fasting Horses Prouender, And after…
Const. I stay but for my Guard: on To the field, I will the Banner from a Trumpet…
Exeunt.
Enter Gloucester, Bedford, Exeter, Erpingham with all his Hoast: Salisbury and Westmerland.
Glouc. Where is the King?
Bedf. The King himselfe is rode to view their Bat- taile.
West. Of fighting men they haue full threescore thou- sand.
Exe. There's fiue to one, besides they all are fresh.
Salisb. Gods Arme strike with vs, 'tis a fearefull oddes. God buy' you Princes all; Ile to my…
Bedf. Farwell good Salisbury, & good luck go with thee: And yet I doe thee wrong, to mind…
Exe. Farwell kind Lord: fight valiantly to day.
Bedf. He is as full of Valour as of Kindnesse, Princely in both.
Enter the King.
West. O that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England, That doe…
King. What's he that wishes so? My Cousin Westmerland. No, my faire Cousin: If we are markt to…
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers: For he to day that sheds his blood with…
Enter Salisbury.
Sal. My Soueraign Lord, bestow your selfe with speed: The French are brauely in their battailes set, And…
King. All things are ready, if our minds be so.
West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward now.
King. Thou do'st not wish more helpe from England, Couze?
West. Gods will, my Liege, would you and I alone, Without more helpe, could fight this Royall battaile.
King. Why now thou hast vnwisht fiue thousand men: Which likes me better, then to wish vs one.…
Tucket.
Enter Montioy.
Mont. Once more I come to know of thee King Harry, If for thy Ransome thou wilt now…
King. Who hath sent thee now?
Mont. The Constable of France.
King. I pray thee beare my former Answer back: Bid them atchieue me, and then sell my bones.…
Mont. I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well: Thou neuer shalt heare Herauld any more.
Exit.
King. I feare thou wilt once more come againe for a Ransome.
Enter Yorke.
Yorke. My Lord, most humbly on my knee I begge The leading of the Vaward.
King. Take it, braue Yorke. Now Souldiers march away, And how thou pleasest God, dispose the day.
Exeunt.
Alarum. Excursions.
Enter Pistoll, French Souldier, Boy.
Pist. Yeeld Curre.
French. Ie pense que vous estes le Gentilhome de bon qua litee.
Pist. Qualtitie calmie custure me. Art thou a Gentle man? What is thy Name? discusse.
French. O Seigneur Dieu.
Pist. O Signieur Dewe should be a Gentleman: per- pend my words O Signieur Dewe, and marke: O…
French. O prennes miserecordie aye pitez de moy.
Pist. Moy shall not serue, I will haue fortie Moyes: for I will fetch thy rymme out at…
French. Est il impossible d'eschapper le force de ton bras.
Pist. Brasse, Curre? thou damned and luxurious Moun- taine Goat, offer'st me Brasse?
French. O perdonne moy.
Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a Tonne of Moyes? Come hither boy, aske me this slaue…
Boy. Escoute comment estes vous appelle?
French. Mounsieur le Fer.
Boy. He sayes his Name is M. Fer.
Pist. M. Fer: Ile fer him, and firke him, and ferret him: discusse the same in French vnto…
Boy. I doe not know the French for fer, and ferret, and firke.
Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat.
French. Que dit il Mounsieur?
Boy. Il me commande a vous dire que vous faite vous prest, car ce soldat icy est disposee…
Pist. Owy, cuppele gorge permafoy pesant, vnlesse thou giue me Crownes, braue Crownes; or mangled shalt thou be…
French. O Ie vous supplie pour l'amour de Dieu: ma par- donner, Ie suis le Gentilhome de bon…
Pist. What are his words?
Boy. He prayes you to saue his life, he is a Gentleman of a good house, and for…
Pist. Tell him my fury shall abate, and I the Crownes will take.
Fren. Petit Monsieur que dit il?
Boy. Encore qu'il et contra son Iurement, de pardonner au- cune prisonner: neant-mons pour les escues que vous…
Fre. Sur mes genoux se vous donnes milles remercious, et Ie me estime heurex que Ie intombe, entre…
Pist. Expound vnto me boy.
Boy. He giues you vpon his knees a thousand thanks, and he esteemes himselfe happy, that he hath…
Pist. As I sucke blood, I will some mercy shew. Fol- low mee.
Boy. Saaue vous le grand Capitaine? I did neuer know so full a voyce issue from so emptie…
Exit.
Enter Constable, Orleance, Burbon, Dolphin, and Ramburs.
Con. O Diable.
Orl. O signeur le iour et perdia, toute et perdie.
Dol. Mor Dieu ma vie, all is confounded all, Reproach, and euerlasting shame Sits mocking in our Plumes.…
Con. Why all our rankes are broke.
Dol,thr O perdurable shame, let's stab our selues: Be these the wretches that we plaid at dice for?
Orl. Is this the King we sent too, for his ransome?
Bur. Shame, and eternall shame, nothing but shame, Let vs dye in once more backe againe, And he…
Con. Disorder that hath spoyl'd vs, friend vs now, Let vs on heapes go offer vp our liues.
Orl. We are enow yet liuing in the Field, To smother vp the English in our throngs, If…
Bur. The diuell take Order now, Ile to the throng; Let life be short, else shame will be…
Exit.
Alarum.
Enter the King and his trayne, with Prisoners.
King. Well haue we done, thrice-valiant Countrimen, But all's not done, yet keepe the French the field.
Exe. The D. of York commends him to your Maiesty
King. Liues he good Vnckle: thrice within this houre I saw him downe; thrice vp againe, and fighting,…
Exe. In which array (braue Soldier) doth he lye, Larding the plaine: and by his bloody side, (Yoake-fellow…
King. I blame you not, For hearing this, I must perforce compound With mixtfull eyes, or they will…
Exit
Actus Quartus.
Enter Fluellen and Gower.
Flu. Kill the poyes and the luggage, 'Tis expressely against the Law of Armes, tis as arrant a…
Gow. Tis certaine, there's not a boy left aliue, and the Cowardly Rascalls that ranne from the battaile…
Flu. I, hee was porne at Monmouth Captaine Gower: What call you the Townes name where Alexander the…
Gow. Alexander the Great.
Flu. Why I pray you, is not pig, great? The pig, or the grear, or the mighty, or…
Gower. I thinke Alexander the Great was borne in Macedon, his Father was called Phillip of Macedon as…
Flu. I thinke it is in Macedon where Alexander is porne: I tell you Captaine, if you looke…
Gow. Our King is not like him in that, he neuer kill'd any of his friends.
Flu. It is not well done (marke you now) to take the tales out of my mouth, ere…
Gow. Sir Iohn Falstaffe.
Flu. That is he: Ile tell you, there is good men porne at Monmonth.
Gow. Heere comes his Maiesty.
Alarum.
Enter King Harry and Burbon with prisoners. Flourish.
King. I was not angry since I came to France, Vntill this instant. Take a Trumpet Herald, Ride…
Enter Montioy.
Exe. Here comes the Herald of the French, my Liege
Glou. His eyes are humbler then they vs'd to be.
King. How now, what meanes this Herald? Knowst thou not, That I haue fin'd these bones of mine…
Her. No great King: I come to thee for charitable License, That we may wander ore this bloody…
Kin. I tell thee truly Herald, I know not if the day be ours or no, For yet…
Her. The day is yours.
Kin. Praised be God, and not our strength for it: What is this Castle call'd that stands hard…
Her. They call it Agincourt.
King. Then call we this the field of Agincourt, Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.
Flu. Your Grandfather of famous memory (an't please your Maiesty) and your great Vncle Edward the Placke Prince…
Kin. They did Fluellen.
Flu. Your Maiesty sayes very true: If your Maiesties is remembred of it, the Welchmen did good seruice…
King. I weare it for a memorable honor: For I am Welch you know good Countriman.
Flu. All the water in Wye, cannot wash your Maie- sties Welsh plood out of your pody, I…
Kin. Thankes good my Countrymen.
Flu. By Ieshu, I am your Maiesties Countreyman, I care not who know it: I will confesse it…
King. Good keepe me so. Enter Williams. Our Heralds go with him, Bring me iust notice of the…
Exe. Souldier, you must come to the King.
Kin. Souldier, why wear'st thou that Gloue in thy Cappe?
Will. And't please your Maiesty, tis the gage of one that I should fight withall, if he be…
Kin. An Englishman?
Wil. And't please your Maiesty, a Rascall that swag- ger'd with me last night: who if aliue, and…
Kin. What thinke you Captaine Fluellen, is it fit this souldier keepe his oath.
Flu. Hee is a Crauen and a Villaine else, and't please your Maiesty in my conscience.
King. It may bee, his enemy is a Gentleman of great sort quite from the answer of his…
Flu. Though he be as good a Ientleman as the diuel is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himselfe, it…
King. Then keepe thy vow sirrah, when thou meet'st the fellow.
Wil. So, I wil my Liege, as I liue.
King. Who seru'st thou vnder?
Will. Vnder Captaine Gower, my Liege.
Flu. Gower is a good Captaine, and is good know- ledge and literatured in the Warres.
King. Call him hither to me, Souldier.
Will. I will my Liege.
Exit.
King. Here Fluellen, weare thou this fauour for me, and sticke it in thy Cappe: when Alanson and…
Flu. Your Grace doo's me as great Honors as can be desir'd in the hearts of his Subiects:…
King. Know'st thou Gower?
Flu. He is my deare friend, and please you.
King. Pray thee goe seeke him, and bring him to my Tent.
Flu. I will fetch him.
Exit.
King. My Lord of Warwick, and my Brother Gloster, Follow Fluellen closely at the heeles. The Gloue which…
Exeunt.
Enter Gower and Williams.
Will. I warrant it is to Knight you, Captaine.
Enter Fluellen
Flu. Gods will, and his pleasure, Captaine, I beseech you now, come apace to the King: there is…
Will. Sir, know you this Gloue?
Flu. Know the Gloue? I know the Gloue is a Gloue.
Will. I know this, and thus I challenge it.
Strikes him.
Flu. 'Sblud, an arrant Traytor as anyes in the Vniuer- sall World, or in France, or in England.
Gower. How now Sir? you Villaine.
Will. Doe you thinke Ile be forsworne?
Flu. Stand away Captaine Gower, I will giue Treason his payment into plowes, I warrant you.
Will. I am no Traytor.
Flu. That's a Lye in thy Throat. I charge you in his Maiesties Name apprehend him, he's a…
Enter Warwick and Gloucester.
Warw. How now, how now, what's the matter?
Flu. My Lord of Warwick, heere is, praysed be God for it, a most contagious Treason come to…
Enter King and Exeter.
King. How now, what's the matter?
Flu. My Liege, heere is a Villaine, and a Traytor, that looke your Grace, ha's strooke the Gloue…
Will. My Liege, this was my Gloue, here is the fellow of it: and he that I gaue…
Flu. Your Maiestie heare now, sauing your Maiesties Manhood, what an arrant rascally, beggerly, lowsie Knaue it is:…
King. Giue me thy Gloue Souldier; Looke, heere is the fellow of it: 'Twas I indeed thou promised'st…
Flu. And please your Maiestie, let his Neck answere for it, if there is any Marshall Law in…
King. How canst thou make me satisfaction?
Will. All offences, my Lord, come from the heart: ne- uer came any from mine, that might offend…
King. It was our selfe thou didst abuse.
Will. Your Maiestie came not like your selfe: you appear'd to me but as a common man; witnesse…
King. Here Vnckle Exeter, fill this Gloue with Crownes, And giue it to this fellow. Keepe it fellow,…
Flu. By this Day and this Light, the fellow ha's met- tell enough in his belly: Hold, there…
Will. I will none of your Money.
Flu. It is with a good will: I can tell you it will serue you to mend your…
Enter Herauld.
King. Now Herauld, are the dead numbred?
Herald. Heere is the number of the slaught'red French.
King. What Prisoners of good sort are taken, Vnckle?
Exe. Charles Duke of Orleance, Nephew to the King, Iohn Duke of Burbon, and Lord Bouchiquald: Of other…
King. This Note doth tell me of ten thousand French That in the field lye slaine: of Princes…
Exet. 'Tis wonderfull.
King. Come, goe me in procession to the Village: And be it death proclaymed through our Hoast, To…
Flu. Is it not lawfull and please your Maiestie, to tell how many is kill'd?
King. Yes Captaine: but with this acknowledgement, That God fought for vs.
Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did vs great good.
King. Doe we all holy Rights: Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum, The dead with…
Exeunt.
Actus Quintus.
Enter Chorus.
Vouchsafe to those that haue not read the Story, That I may prompt them: and of such as…
Till Harryes backe returne againe to France: There must we bring him; and my selfe haue play'd The…
Exit.
Enter Fluellen and Gower.
Gower. Nay, that's right: but why weare you your Leeke to day? S. Dauies day is past.
Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things: I will tell you asse my…
Enter Pistoll.
Gower. Why heere hee comes, swelling like a Turky cock.
Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his Turky- cocks. God plesse you aunchient Pistoll: you scuruie…
Pist. Ha, art thou bedlam? doest thou thirst, base Troian, to haue me fold vp Parcas fatall Web?…
Flu. I peseech you heartily, scuruie lowsie Knaue, at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to…
Pist. Not for Cadwallader and all his Goats.
Flu. There is one Goat for you. Strikes him. Will you be so good, scauld Knaue, as eate…
Pist. Base Troian, thou shalt dye.
Flu. You say very true, scauld Knaue, when Gods will is: I will desire you to liue in…
Gour. Enough Captaine, you haue astonisht him.
Flu. I say, I will make him eate some part of my leeke, or I will peate his…
Pist. Must I bite.
Flu. Yes certainly, and out of doubt and out of que- stion too, and ambiguities.
Pist. By this Leeke, I will most horribly reuenge I eate and eate I sweare.
Flu. Eate I pray you, will you haue some more sauce to your Leeke: there is not enough…
Pist. Quiet thy Cudgell, thou dost see I eate.
Flu. Much good do you scald knaue, heartily. Nay, pray you throw none away, the skinne is good…
Pist. Good.
Flu. I, Leekes is good: hold you, there is a groat to heale your pate.
Pist. Me a groat?
Flu. Yes verily, and in truth you shall take it, or I haue another Leeke in my pocket,…
Pist. I take thy groat in earnest of reuenge.
Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in Cud- gels, you shall be a…
Exit
Pist. All hell shall stirre for this.
Gow. Go, go, you are a counterfeit cowardly Knaue, will you mocke at an ancient Tradition began vppon…
Exit
Pist. Doeth fortune play the huswife with me now? Newes haue I that my Doll is dead i'th…
Exit.
Enter at one doore, King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, Warwicke, and other Lords. At another, Queene Isabel, the King,…
King. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met; Vnto our brother France, and to our Sister Health…
Fra. Right ioyous are we to behold your face, Most worthy brother England, fairely met, So are you…
Quee. So happy be the Issue brother Ireland Of this good day, and of this gracious meeting, As…
Eng. To cry Amen to that, thus we appeare.
Quee. You English Princes all, I doe salute you.
Burg. My dutie to you both, on equall loue. Great Kings of France and England: that I haue…
Which to reduce into our former fauour, You are assembled: and my speech entreats, That I may know…
Eng. If Duke of Burgonie, you would the Peace, Whose want giues growth to th'imperfections Which you haue…
Burg. The King hath heard them: to the which, as yet There is no Answer made.
Eng. Well then: the Peace which you before so vrg'd, Lyes in his Answer.
France. I haue but with a curselarie eye O're-glanc't the Articles: Pleaseth your Grace To appoint some of…
England. Brother we shall. Goe Vnckle Exeter, And Brother Clarence, and you Brother Gloucester, Warwick, and Huntington, goe…
Quee. Our gracious Brother, I will goe with them: Happily a Womans Voyce may doe some good, When…
England. Yet leaue our Cousin Katherine here with vs, She is our capitall Demand, compris'd Within the fore-ranke…
Quee. She hath good leaue.
Exeunt omnes.
Manet King and Katherine.
King. Faire Katherine, and most faire, Will you vouchsafe to teach a Souldier tearmes, Such as will enter…
Kath. Your Maiestie shall mock at me, I cannot speake your England.
King. O faire Katherine, if you will loue me soundly with your French heart, I will be glad…
Kath. Pardonne moy, I cannot tell wat is like me.
King. An Angell is like you Kate, and you are like an Angell.
Kath. Que dit il que Ie suis semblable a les Anges?
Lady. Ouy verayment (sauf vostre Grace) ainsi dit il.
King. I said so, deare Katherine, and I must not blush to affirme it.
Kath. O bon Dieu, les langues des hommes sont plein de tromperies.
King. What sayes she, faire one? that the tongues of men are full of deceits?
Lady. Ouy, dat de tongeus of de mans is be full of de ceits: dat is de Princesse.
King. The Princesse is the better English-woman: yfaith Kate, my wooing is fit for thy vnderstanding, I am…
Kath. Sauf vostre honeur, me vnderstand well.
King. Marry, if you would put me to Verses, or to Dance for your sake, Kate, why you…
shines bright, and neuer changes, but keepes his course truly. If thou would haue such a one, take…
Kath. Is it possible dat I sould loue de ennemie of Fraunce?
King. No, it is not possible you should loue the Ene- mie of France, Kate; but in louing…
Kath. I cannot tell wat is dat.
King. No, Kate? I will tell thee in French which I am sure will hang vpon my tongue,…
Kath. Sauf vostre honeur, le Francois ques vous parleis, il & melieus que l'Anglois le quel Ie parle.
King. No faith is't not, Kate: but thy speaking of my Tongue, and I thine, most truely falsely,…
Kath. I cannot tell.
King. Can any of your Neighbours tell, Kate? Ile aske them. Come, I know thou louest me: and…
Kate. I doe not know dat.
King. No: 'tis hereafter to know, but now to promise: doe but now promise Kate, you will endeauour…
Kath. Your Maiestee aue fause Frenche enough to deceiue de most sage Damoiseil dat is en Fraunce.
King. Now fye vpon my false French: by mine Honor in true English, I loue thee Kate; by…
Kath. Dat is as it shall please de Roy mon pere.
King. Nay, it will please him well, Kate; it shall please him, Kate.
Kath. Den it sall also content me.
King. Vpon that I kisse your Hand, and I call you my Queene.
Kath. Laisse mon Seigneur, laisse, laisse, may foy: Ie ne veus point que vous abbaisse vostre grandeus, en…
King. Then I will kisse your Lippes, Kate.
Kath. Les Dames & Damoisels pour estre baisee deuant leur nopcese il net pas le costume de Fraunce.
King. Madame, my Interpreter, what sayes shee?
Lady. Dat it is not be de fashon pour le Ladies of Fraunce; I cannot tell wat is…
King. To kisse.
Lady. Your Maiestee entendre bettre que moy.
King. It is not a fashion for the Maids in Fraunce to kisse before they are marryed, would…
Lady. Ouy verayment.
King. O Kate, nice Customes cursie to great Kings. Deare Kate, you and I cannot bee confin'd within…
Enter the French Power, and the English Lords.
Burg. God saue your Maiestie, my Royall Cousin, teach you our Princesse English?
King. I would haue her learne, my faire Cousin, how perfectly I loue her, and that is good…
Burg. Is shee not apt?
King. Our Tongue is rough, Coze, and my Conditi- on is not smooth: so that hauing neyther the…
Burg. Pardon the franknesse of my mirth, if I answer you for that. If you would coniure in…
King. Yet they doe winke and yeeld, as Loue is blind and enforces.
Burg. They are then excus'd, my Lord, when they see not what they doe.
King. Then good my Lord, teach your Cousin to consent winking.
Burg. I will winke on her to consent, my Lord, if you will teach her to know my…
King. This Morall tyes me ouer to Time, and a hot Summer; and so I shall catch the…
Burg. As Loue is my Lord, before it loues.
King. It is so: and you may, some of you, thanke Loue for my blindnesse, who cannot see…
French King. Yes my Lord, you see them perspec- tiuely: the Cities turn'd into a Maid; for they…
England. Shall Kate be my Wife?
France. So please you.
England. I am content, so the Maiden Cities you talke of, may wait on her: so the Maid…
France. Wee haue consented to all tearmes of rea- son.
England. Is't so, my Lords of England?
West. The King hath graunted euery Article: His Daughter first; and in sequele, all, According to their firme…
Exet. Onely he hath not yet subscribed this: Where your Maiestie demands, That the King of France hauing…
France. Nor this I haue not Brother so deny'd, But your request shall make me let it passe.
England. I pray you then, in loue and deare allyance, Let that one Article ranke with the rest,…
France. Take her faire Sonne, and from her blood rayse vp Issue to me, that the contending Kingdomes…
Lords. Amen.
King. Now welcome Kate: and beare me witnesse all, That here I kisse her as my Soueraigne Queene.
Flourish.
Quee. God, the best maker of all Marriages, Combine your hearts in one, your Realmes in one: As…
All. Amen.
King. Prepare we for our Marriage: on which day, My Lord of Burgundy wee'le take your Oath And…
Senet.
Exeunt.
Enter Chorus.
Thus farre with rough, and all-vnable Pen, Our bending Author hath pursu'd the Story, In little roome confining…