456 That play'st so subtly with a king's repose ; Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave; Enter Erpingham. Erp. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your ab- Seek through your camp to find you. Dau. Via!-les eaux et la terre- 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, How shall we then behold their natural tears? Enter a Messenger. Mess. The English are embattled, you French peers. Con. To horse, you gallant princes! straight to Do but behold yon poor and starved band, That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. Collect them all together at my tent: Erp. hearts! soldiers' Enter Gloster. Glo. My liege! Orl. The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords. Orl. O brave spirit! (1) Farced is stuffed. The tumid puffy titles with which a king's name is introduced. 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? Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, Con. They have said their prayers, and they stay Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh suits, Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter, SCENE III.-The English camp. Enter the We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; English host; Gloster, Bedford, Exeter, Salis- For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me, bury, and Westmoreland. Glo. Where is the king? Bed. The king himself is rode to view their battle. thousand. Exe. There's five to one: besides, they all are fresh. Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with Sal. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds. Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck Exe. Farewell, kind lord; fight valiantly to-day: West. O that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England, K. Hen. What's he that wishes so? It yearns' me not, if men my garments wear; No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, (1) Grieves. (2) i. e. This day shall advance him to the rank of a gentleman. The French are bravely3 in their battles set, K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds be so. now! K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from West. God's will, my liege, 'would you and I Which likes me better, than to wish us one.- Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, king If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer back; thus? The man, that once did sell the lion's skin them, And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; (3) Gallantly. (4) Expedition. (5) Remind. istones. i KING HENRY V. We are but warriors for the working-day : ransom. Act IV. faites vous prest; car ce soldat icy est disposé tout à cette heure de couper vostre gorge. Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant, Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns; Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword. Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie pour l'amour de Dieu, me pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison: gardez ma vie, et je vous donneray deux cents escus. Pist. What are his words? Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a genwill give you two hundred crowns. tleman of a good house; and, for his ransom, he The crowns will take. Pist. Tell him,-my fury shall abate, and I Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il ? pardonner aucun prisonnier; neantmoins, pour Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille remerciemens: et je m'estime heureux que je suis plus brave, valiant, et tres distingué seigneur tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le d'Angleterre. Pist. Expound unto me, boy. Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand thanks: and he esteems himself happy that he hatlı [Exeunt. fallen into the hands of (as he thinks) the most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of Alarums: England. SCENE IV.-The field of battle. Pist. Yield, cur. Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme de bonne qualité. Pist. Quality, call you me ?-Construe me, art thou a gentleman? What is thy name? discuss. Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu! Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a gentleman:- Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde! ayez pitié de moy! Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty moys; Fr. Sol. Est-il impossible d'eschapper la force de ton bras? Pist. Brass, cur! Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat, Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy! Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys ?a. Boy. Escoutez; Comment estes-vous appellé ? Boy. He says, his name is-master Fer. Pist. 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. Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat. Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous (1) We are soldiers but coarsely dressed. (5) An old cant word for a sword, so called from a famous sword-cutler of the name of Fox. Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.Follow me, cur. [Exit Pistol. a Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine. [Exit French Soldier. heart: but the saying is true,-The empty vessel I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty makes the greatest sound. Bardolph, and Nym, had ten times more valour than this roaring devil the old play, that every one may pare his nails with a wooden dagger; and they are both hanged; and so would this be, if he durst steal any thing adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys, with good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none the baggage of our camp: the French might have SCENE V.-Another part of the field of battle. to guard it, but boys. [Exit. Alarums. Enter Dauphin, Orleans, Bourbon, Constable, Rambures, and others. a Con. O diable! Orl. O seigneur !-le jour est perdu, tout est perdu! Dau. Mort de ma vie ! all is confounded, all! Sits mocking in our plumes.-O meschante for- shame! And he that will not follow Bourbon now, (6) The diaphragm. (7) Lascivious. (11) i. e. Who has no more gentility. His fairest daughter is contaminate. Gower: What call you the town's name where 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. [Exeunt. 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 SCENE VI.-Another part of the field.-Ala-maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the is porn. I tell you, captain,-if you look in the Enter King Henry and forces; Exeter, comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, and others. 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 rums. countrymen : But all's not done, yet keep the French the field. Exe. The duke of York commends him to your majesty. K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle? thrice, within I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting; Exe. In which array (brave soldier) doth he lie, Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up: He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips; 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 his 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. Gow. Sir John Falstaff. Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there is goot men porn at Monmouth. Gow. Here comes his majesty. Alarum. Enter King Henry, with a part of the English forces; Warwick, Gloster, Exeter, and others. K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to France Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have ; SCENE VII-Another part of the field. rums. Enter Fluellen and Gower. 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? 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, Mont. 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 wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused I every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O, 'tis gallant king! a Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain (2) Scour. (1) Reached: No, great king: KING HENRY V. (So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs K. Hen. I know not, if the day be ours, or no; Mont. The day is yours. K. Hen. Praised be God, and not our strength, What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by? Mont. They call it-Agincourt. K. Hen. Then call we this-the field of Agin- Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus. Flu. 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. Act IV. 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. [Exit. K. Hen. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for me, and stick it in thy cap: When Alençon and myself were down together, I plucked this glove friend to Alençon and an enemy to our person; if from his helm: if any man challenge this, he is a thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an thou dost love me. can be desired in the hearts of his subjects: I would Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as 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. I K. Hen. Knowest thou Gower? Flu. Your majesty says very true: if your majesties is remembered of it, the Welshman did goot service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps; which, your majesty to my tent. 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. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman. Flu. 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 Bring me just notice of the numbers dead [Points to Williams. Exe. Mont, and others. 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. (1) Coward. Go you with me, uncle of Exeter. Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain. Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I pemore goot toward you, peradventure, than is in your seech you now, come apace to the king: there is knowledge to dream of. Will. Sir, know you this glove? glove. know, the glove is a Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it. universal 'orld, or in France, or in England. Flu. 'Sbuld, an arrant traitor, as any's in the [Strikes him. Gow. How now, sir? you villain! Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn? treason his payment into plows, I warrant you. Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give Will. I am no traitor. Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.-I charge you in Enter Warwick and Gloster. how now! what's the matter? |