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 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; whom to disobey, were against all proportion of subjection. K. Hen. So, if a son, that is by his father sent about merchandize, 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 irreconciled iniquities, you may call the business of the master the author of the servant's damnation :-But this is not so: the king is not bound to answer the particular endings of his 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 vengeance; so that here men are punished, 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. Will. 'Tis certain, that every man that dies ill, the ill is 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. K. Hen. I myself heard the king say, he would not be ransomed. Will. Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheerfully: but, when our throats are cut, he may be ransomed, and we ne'er the wiser. K. Hen. If I live to see it, I will never trust his word after. Will. 'Mass, you'll pay him then! That's a perilous shot out of an elder gun, that a poor and private displeasure can do * Suddenly. + Punishment in their native country. Bring to account, punish. 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 fooling saying. K. Hen. Your reproof is something too round;* I should be angry with you, if the time were convenient. Will. Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live. K. Hen. I embrace it. Will. How shall I know thee again ? K. Hen. Give me any gage of thine, and I will wear it in my bonnet: then, if ever thou darest acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel. Will. Here's my glove; give me another of thine. K. Hen. There. Will. 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. K. Hen. If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it. Will. Thou darest as well be hanged. K. Hen. Well, I will do it, though I take thee in the king's company. Will. Keep thy word: fare thee well. Bates. Be friends, you English fools, be friends; we have French quarrels enough, if you could tell how to reckon. K. Hen. Indeed, the French may lay twenty French crowns Whose sense no more can feel but his own wringing! That private men enjoy ? And what have kings, that privates have not too, And what art thou, thou idol ceremony? What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form, Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd Than they in fearing. What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, Think'st 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, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave, Winding up days with toil, and nights with sleep, What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace, Enter ERPINGHAM. Erp. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence Seek through your camp to find you. K. Hen. Good old knight, Collect them all together at my tent: Erp. I shall do't, my lord. K. Hen. O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts! My father made in compassing the crown! And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears, *Stuffed, tumid. [Exit. Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests Glo. My liege! Enter GLOSTER. K. Hen. My brother Gloster'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 DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, RAMBURES, and 'others. Orl. The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords. Dau. Montez à cheval:-My horse! valet! lacquay! ha! Orl. O brave spirit! Dau. Via!*-les eaux et la terre Orl. Rien puis? l'air et le feu Dau. Ciel! cousin Orleans. Enter CONSTABLE. Now, my lord Constable ! Con. Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh. Dau. Mount them, and make incision in their hides; That their hot blood may spin in English eyes, And doubt them with superfluous courage: Ha! Ram. What, will you have them weep our horses' blood? How shall we then behold their natural tears? Enter a MESSENGER. Mess. The English are embattled, you French peers. And your fair show shall suck away their souls, That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, And sheath 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,- * An encouraging exclamation. + Do them out. Took stand for idle speculation: But that our honours must not. What's to say, And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of France? With torch-staves in their hand: and their poor jades To demonstrate the life of such a battle In life so lifeless as it shows itself. Con. They have said their prayers, and they stay for death. Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh suits, And give their fasting horses provender, And after fight with them? Con. I stay but for my guard; On, to the field: I will the banner from a trumpet take, And use it for my haste. Come, come away! SCENE III-The English Camp. [Exeunt. Enter the English Host; GLOSTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, SALISBURY, and WESTMORELAND. Glo. Where is the king? Bed. The king himself is rode to view their battle. West. Of fighting men they have full threescore thousand. Exe. There's five to one; besides, they all are fresh. Sal. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds. God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge: My dear lord Gloster, and my good lord Exeter,- * An introductory flourish on the trumpet. + Colours. + Ring. |