« ZurückWeiter »
His fairest daughter is contaminate.
[Gower: What call you the town's name where Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now! Alexander the pig was born? Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives Unto these English, or else die with fame.
Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field,
Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the
Let life be short; else, shame will be too long.
Gow. Alexander the great.
Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? The pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the magnanimous, are all one reckoning, save the phrase is a little variations.
Gow. I think, Alexander the great was born in Macedon; his father was called-Philip of Macedon, as I take it.
Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where Alexander is porn. I tell you, captain,-If you look in the SCENE VI.-Another part of the field.-AlaEnter King Henry and forces; Exeter, maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations, look you, is both alike. There
K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover
But all's not done, yet keep the French the field. Exe. The duke of York commends him to your majesty.
K. Hen. Lives hc, good uncle? thrice, within
I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting;
Exe. In which array (brave soldier) doth he lie,
And cries aloud,-Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk!
Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up:
The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd
a river at Monmouth; it is called Wye, at Monmouth: but it is out of my prains, what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis so like 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 This angers, look you, kill his pest friend, Clytus.
Gow. Our king is not like him in that: he never killed any of his friends.
Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and finished. I speak but in the figures and comparisons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, being in his ales and his cups; so also Harry Monmouth, in right wits and his goot judgments, is turn away the fat knight with the great pelly doublet: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks; I am forget his name.
K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to Franco
SCENE VII.-Another part of the field. Alarums. Enter Fluellen and Gower.
Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my liege.
Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be. K. Hen. How now, what means this, herald? know'st thou not,
Flu. 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 offered, in the 'orld: In your conscience now, is it not? Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the battle, That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ransom? have done this slaughter: besides, they have burned Com'st thou again for ransom? and carried away all that was in the king's tent; Mont. wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused I come to thee for charitable license, every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a That we may wander o'er this bloody field, gallant king! To book our dead, and then to bury them; Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain To sort our nobles from our common men; For many of our princes (wo the while!) 4) Reached. (2) Scour. Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood;
No, great king
Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.
Fu. 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.
K. Hen. They did, Fluellen.
Flu. Your majesty savs very true: if your majesties is remembered of it, the Welshman did goot service in a garden where lecks did grow, wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps; which, your majesty knows, to this hour is an honourable padge of the service; and, I do believe, your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's day.
K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour: For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman. Flu. 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!
K. Ilen. Thanks, good my countryman.
Itation is as arrant a villain, and a Jack sauce,' as ever his plack shoe trod upon Got's ground and his earth, in my conscience, la.
K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meet'st the fellow.
Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.
K. Hen. Who servest thou under?
Flu. Gower is a goot captain; and is goot knowledge and literature in the wars.
R. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier.
K. Hen. Here, Fluelien; wear thou this favour
for me, and stick it in thy cap: When Alençon and myself were down together, I plucked this glove from his helm: if any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alençon and an enemy to our person; if thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an thou dost love me.
Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as can be desired in the hearts of his subjects: I would fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall find himself aggriefed at this glove, that is all; but would fain see it once; an please Got of his grace, that I might see it.
K. Hen. Knowest thou Gower?
Flu. He is iny dear friend, an please you. K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to my tent.
Fiu. I will fetch him.
K. Hen. My lord of Warwick,-and my brother
Follow Fluellen closely at the heels:
Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's country-Some sudden mischief may arise of it; man, I care not who know it; I will confess it to For I do know Fluellen valiant,
all the 'orld I need not to be ashamed of your And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder,
K. Hen. God keep me so!-Our heralds go with him;
Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
[Points to Williams. Exe. Mont, and others. Ece. Soldier, vou must come to the king. K. Hen. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove in thy cap?
Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of one that I should fight withal, if he be alive. K. Hen. An Englishman?
Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that swaggered with me last night: who, if 'a live, and ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to take him a box o'the 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.
K. Hen. What think you, captain Fluellen? is it fit this soldier keep his oath?
Flu. He is a craven' and a villain else, an't please your majesty, in my conscience.
K. Hen. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman of great sort, quite from the answer of his degree.
Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath: If he be perjured, see you now, his repu(2) High rank,
Follow, and see there be no harm between them.-
Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain.
Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I peseech you now, come apace to the king: there is more goot toward you, peradventure, than is in your knowledge to dream of.
Will. Sir, know you this glove?
Flu. Know the glove? I know, the glove is a glove.
Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it. [Strikes him. Flu. 'Sbuld, an arrant traitor, as any's in the universal 'orld, or in France, or in England. Gew. How now, sir? you villain! Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn? Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give treason his payment into plows, I warrant you. Will. I am no traitor.
Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.-I charge you in his majesty's name, apprehend him; he's a friend of the duke Alençon's.
Enter Warwick and Gloster. War. How now, how now! what's the matter 7
(3) For saucy Jack.
Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be Got One huudred twenty-six: added to these, for it!) a most contagious treason come to light, Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen, look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which, Here is his majesty. 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,
Enter King Henry and Exeter.
K. Hen. How now! what's the matter?
Flu. My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, And gentlemen of blood and quality. look your grace, has struck the glove which your The names of those their nobles that lie dead,— majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon. Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France;
Will. My liege, this was my glove; here is the Jacques of Chatillon, admiral of France; fellow of it: and he, that I gave it to in change, The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures; promised to wear it in his cap; I promised to Great-master of France, the brave sir Guischard strike him, if he did: I met this man with my glove Dauphin;
in his cap, and I have been as good as my word. John, duke of Alençon; Antony, duke of Brabant,
And give it to this fellow.-Keep it, fellow;
Will. I will none of your money.
Flu. It is with a goot 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 goot: 'tis a good silling, I warrant you, or I will change it.
Enter an English Herald.
K. Hen. Now, herald; are the dead number'd?
Exe. Charles, duke of Orleans, nephew to the king;
K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand
That in the field lie slain of princes, in this
And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell how many is killed?
K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgment,
That God fought for us.
Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot.
Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum.
Cho. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the
That I may prompt them: and of such as have,
Which, like a mighty whiffler' 'fore the king,
(1) An officer who walks first in processions,
You may imagine him upon Blackheath :
But now behold,
In the quick forge and working-house of thought,
To welcome him? much more, and much more
Did they this Harry. Now in London place him;
SCENE I-France. An English court of guard.
Gow. Nay, that's right; but why wear you your leek to-day Saint Davy's day is past.
Pist. Not for Cadwallader, and all his goats.
Flu. You say very true, scald knave, when Got's
Gow. Enough, captain; you have astonished' him.
Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or I will peat his pate four days-Pite, I pray you; it is goot for your green wound, and your ploody coxcomb.
Pist. Must I bite?
Flu. Yes, certainly; and out of doubt, and out of questions too, and ambiguities.
Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge; I eat, and eke I swear
Flu. Eat, I pray you: Will you have some more sauce to your leck? there is not enough leek to swear by.
Pist. Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see, I eat.
Flu. Much goot do you, scald knave, heartily. Nay, 'pray you, throw none away; the skin is goot for your proken coxcomb. When you take occasions to see lecks hereafter, I pray you, mock at them; that is all.
Flu. Yes, verily, and in truth, you shall take it; or I have another leek in my pocket, which you shall eat.
Pist. I take thy groat, in earnest of revenge. Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cudgels; you shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels. God be wi' you, and keep you, and heal your pate. [Exit.
Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things: I will tell you, as my friend, captain Gower; The rascally, scald, beggarly, lousy, pragging knave, Pistol,-which you and yourself, and all the 'orld, know to be no petter than a fellow, look you now, of no merits, he is Pist. All hell shall stir for this. come to me, and prings me pread and salt yester- Gow. Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly day, look you, and pid me eat my leck: it was in knave. Will you mock at an ancient tradition,a place where I could not breed no contentions begun upon an nonourable respect, and worn as with him; but I will be so pold as to wear it in my a memorable trophy of predeceased valour,—and cap till I see him once again, and then I will tell dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words? him a little piece of my desires.
To have me fold up Parca's fatal web ?
I have seen you gleeking and galling at this gen-
Pist. Doth fortune play the huswife19 with me
And there my rendezvous is quite cut off.
Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lousy knave, Old I do wax; and from my weary limbs at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, Honour is cudgell'd. Well, bawd will I turn, to eat, look you, this feek; because, look you, you And something lean to cutpurse of quick hand. do not love it, nor your affections, and your appe-To England will I steal, and there I'll steal: tites, and your digestions, does not agree with it, I And patches will I get unto these scars, would desire you to eat it. And swear, I got them in the Gallia wars.
(1) i. e. To order it to be borne.
(2) Transferring all the honours of conquest from himself to God.
(4) The earl of Essex in the reign of Elizabeth.
(5) Spitted, transfixed.
'Dost thou desire to have me put thee to
SCENE II-Troyes in Champagne. An apart. To swearing, and stern looks, diffus'd' attire, ment in the French King's palace. Enter, at And every thing that seems unnatural. one door, King Henry, Bedford, Gloster, Exeter, Which to reduce into our former favour, Warwick, Westmoreland, and other lords; at You are assembled: and my speech entreats, another, the French king, queen Isabel, the prin- That I may know the let, why gentle peace cess Katharine, lords, ladies, &c. the duke of Should not expel these inconveniences, Burgundy, and his train. And bless us with her former qualities.
K. Hen. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we
Unto our brother France,-and to our sister,
Most worthy brother England; fairly met:-
Q. Isa. So happy be the issue, brother England,
With all my wits, my pains, and strong endeavours,
Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart,
And as our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges,
(3) To deracinate is to force up the roots,
K. Hen. If, duke of Burgundy, you would the
Whose want gives growth to the imperfections
Well then, the peace, Which you before so urg'd, lies in his answer. Fr. King. I have but with a cursorary eye O'er-glanc'd 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.
K. Hen. Brother, we shall.-Go, uncle Exeter,And brother Clarence-and you, brother Gloster,Warwick-and Huntingdon,-go with the king: And take with you free power, to ratify, Augment, or after, 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?
Q. Isa. Our gracious brother, I will go with them;
Haply, a woman's voice may do some good,
She is our capital demand, compris'd
[Exeunt all but
K. Hen. O fair Katharine, if you will love me soundly with your French heart, I will be glad to hear you confess it brokenly with your English tongue. Do you like me, Kate?
Kath. Pardonnez moy, I cannot tell vat is-like
K. Hen. An angel is like you, Kate; and you are like an angel.
Kath. Que dil-il? que je suis semblable à les anges?
Alice. Ouy, vrayment (sauf vostre grace) ainsi dit il.
K. Hen. I said so, dear Katharine; and I must not blush to affirm it.
Kath. O bon Dieu! les langues des hommes sont pleines des tromperies.
K. Hen. What says she, fair one? that the tongues of men are full of deceits?
Alice. Ouy; dat de tongues of de mans is be full of deceits: dat is de princess.
K. Hen. The princess is the better English