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sea, the imputation of his wickedness, by your rule, | thou come to me and say, after to-morrow, This is should be imposed upon his father that sent him : my glove, by this hand, I will take thee a box on the 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 murJer; some, of beguiling virgins with the broken seals of perjury; some, making the wars their bulwark, that have before gored the gentle bosom of peace with pillage and robbery. Now, if these men have defeated the law, and outrun native punishment, though they can outstrip men, they have no wings to fly from God: war is his beadle, war is his vengeance; so that here men are 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.
K. Hen. If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it.
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
Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form,
What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,
Will it give place to flexure and low bending?
Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream,
What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace,
Er. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your
Seek through your camp to find you.
Possess them not with fear; take from them now
And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears,
To give each naked curtle-ax a stain,
The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them.
What's to say?
Glo. My liege!
K. Hen. My brother Gloster's voice?- Ay;
SCENE II.. The French Camp.
les eaux et la terre
Orl. O brave spirit!
Enter CONSTABLE. Now, my lord Constable!
Con. Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh.
Dau. Mount them, and make incision in their
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
Con. To horse, you gallant princes! straight to
Do but behold yon poor and starved band,
Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of
Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones,
Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips;
Er. Farewell, kind lord, fight valiantly to-day ; And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it, For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour. [Exit SALISBURY, Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness; Princely in both. West.
O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England,
What's he, that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland?—No, my fair cousin : If we are marked to die, we are enough To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold; Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not, if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But, if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour, As one man more, methinks, would share from me, For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he, which hath no stomach to this fight,
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed:
The French are bravely in their battles set,
K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds be so
The man, that once did sell the lion's skin
And draw their honours reeking up to heaven;
Let me speak proudly;- Tell the Constable,
Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee well: Thou never shalt hear herald any more. Exit. K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again for
Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat. Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur ?
Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous 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,
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 cent escus. Pist. What are his words?
Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand thanks and he esteems himself happy that he hath fallen into the hands of (as he thinks) the most brave valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of England. Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show. — Follow me, cur. [Exit PISTOL.
Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine. [Exit French Soldier. I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart but the saying is true, -the empty vesse. makes the greatest sound. Bardolph, and Nym, had ten times more valour than this roaring devil i' the old play, that every one may pare his nails with a wooden dagger; and they are both hanged; and se would this be, if he durst steal any thing adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys, with the luggage of our camp: the French might have a good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none to guard it, but boys. [Exit.
Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field,
Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the throng; Let life be short; else shame will be too long.
SCENE VI. · Another Part of the Field. Alarums. Enter KING HENRY and Forces; EXETER, and others.
K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant 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 this hour,
I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting;
Ere. In which array, (brave soldier,) doth he lie,
Suffolk first died: and York, all haggled over,
The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd
But I had not so much of man in me, But all my mother came into mine eyes, And gave me up to tears.
I blame you not; For, hearing this, I must perforce compound With mistful eyes, or they will issue too.
But, hark! what new alarum is this same?
SCENE VII. Another Part of the Field.
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 coi science now, is it not?
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, being in his 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. 'Tis certain there's not a boy left alive; and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the battle, have done this slaughter: besides, they have burned and carried away all that was in the king's tent; wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a gallant king!
Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain Gower: What call you the town's ame, where Alexander the pig was porn.
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 reckonings, 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 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 is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover 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
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 Until this instant. Take a trumpet, herald; Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill; If they will fight with us, bid them come down, Or void the field; they do offend our sight: If they'll do neither, we will come to them; And make them skirr away, as swift as stones Enforced from the old Assyrian slings: Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have ; And not a man of them, that we shall take, Shall taste our mercy : Go, and tell them so.
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, That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ransome? Com'st thou again for ransome?
No, great king:
I come to thee for charitable licence,
Mont. The day yours. K. Hen. Praised be God, and not our strength, for it! What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by ? Mont. They call it - Agincourt.
K. Hen. 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 majesty, and your great uncle Edward