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Enter a Messenger.

Orl. Foolish curs ! that run winking into the Mess. My lord high constable, the English lie mouth of a Russian bear, and have their hearts within fifteen hundred paces of your tent.

crushed like rotten apples : You may as well say, Con. Who hath measured the ground ?

that's a valiant flea, that dare eat his breakfast on Mess. The lord Grandpré.

the lip of a lion. Cor. A valiant and most expert gentleman. •

Con. Just, just; and the men do sympathize with Would it were day! - Alas, poor Harry of England! the mastiffs, in robustious and rough coming on, be longs not for the dawning, as we do.

leaving their wits with their wives : and then give OH. What a wretched and peevish fellow is this them great meals of beef, and iron and steel, they king of England, to mope with his fat-brained fol- will eat like wolves, and fight like devils. lowers so far out of his knowledge !

Orl. Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of Con. If the English had any apprehension they beef. would run away.

Con. Then we shall find to-morrow - they have OH. That they lack; for if their heads had any only stomachs to eat, and none to fight. Now is it intellectual armour, they could never wear such time to arm : Come, shall we about it? heavy head-pieces.

Orl. It is now two o'clock : but, let me see, - by Ram. That island of England breeds very valiant

ten, creatures; their mastiffs are of unmatchable cou- We shall have each a hundred Englishmen.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV.

Enter Chorus.

Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks :

A largess universal, like the sun, Cher. Now entertain conjecture of a time, His liberal eye doth give to every one, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Thawing cold fear. Then mean, and gentle all, Fils the wide vessel of the universe.

Behold, as may unworthiness define, Frem camp to camp, through the foul womb of A little touch of Harry in the night : night,

And so our scene must to the battle fly; The hum of either army stilly sounds,

Where, (O for pity !) we shall much disgrace That the fix'd sentinels almost receive

With four or five most vile and ragged foils, "The secret whispers of each other's watch:

Right ill dispos'd in brawl ridiculous,
Fire answers fire: and through their paly flames The name of Agincourt : Yet, sit and see ;
Esch battle sees the other's umber'd face :

Minding true things, by what their mockeries be. Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs

(Exit. Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents, The arinourers, accomplishing the knights,

SCENE I. - The English Camp at Agincourt. With busy hammers closing rivets up,

Enter King HENRY, BEDFORD, and GLOSTER. Gite dreadful note of preparation. The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, K. Hen. Gloster, 'tis true, that we are in great And the third hour of drowsy morning name.

danger; Proud of their numbers, and secure in soul, The greater therefore should our courage be. The confident and over-lusty French

Good morrow, brother Bedford. God Almighty! Do the low-rated English play at dice;

There is some soul of goodness in things evil, And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night,

Would men observingly distil it out; Who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Sa tediously away. The poor condemned English, Which is both healthful, and good husbandry : Lite sacrifices, by their watchful fires

Besides, they are our outward consciences, vt patiently, and inly rumisate

And preachers to us all; admonishing,
The morning's danger; and their gesture sad, That we should dress us fairly for our end.
Isresting lank-lean cheeks, and war-worn coats, Thus may we gather honey from the weed,
Presenteth them unto the gazing moon

And make a moral of the devil himself.
So many horrid ghosts. Ö, now, who will behold

Enter ERPINGHAM.
The royal captain of this ruin'd band,
Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, Good morrow, old sir Thomas Erpingham :
Te him cry Praise and glory on his head ! A good soft pillow for that good white head
For forth he goes, and visits all his host;

Were better than a churlish turf of France. Put them good-morrow, with a modest smile : Erp. Not so, my liege; this lodging likes me od calls them - brothers, friends, and country

better, Since I may say

- now lie I like a king. roa his royal face there is no note,

K. Hen. 'Tis good for men to love their present Ir dread an army hath enrounded him;

pains, Sa doth he dedicate one jot of colour

Upon example, so the spirit is eased : sto the weary and all-watch'd night :

And, when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt, Hat freshly looks, and overbears attaint,

The organs, though defunct and dead before, with cheerful semblance, and sweet majesty ; Break up their drowsy grave, and newly move That every w etch, pining and pale before,

With casted slough and fresh legerity.

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Lend me thy cloak, sir Thomas. - Brothers both, K. Hen. Though it appear a little out of fashion,
Commend me to the princes in our camp; There is much care and valour in this Welshman.
Do my good morrow to them; and, anon,
Desire them all to my pavilion.

Enter BATES, Court, and WILLIAMS.
Glo. We shall, my linge.

Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the marnEreunt GLOSTER and BEDFORD. ing which breaks yonder ? Erp. Shall I attend your grace ?

Bates. I think it be: but we have no great cause K. Hen.

No, my good knight; to desire the approach of day. Go with my brothers to my lords of England : Will. We see yonder the beginning of the day, I and my bosom must debate a while,

but, I think, we shall never see the end of it. And then I would no other company.

Who goes there?
Erp. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry! K. Hen. A friend.

[Exit ERPINGHAM. Will. Under what captain serve you ?
X. Hen. God-a-merey, old heart ! thou speakest K. Hen. Under sir Thomas Erpingham.
cheerfully.

Will. A good old commander, and a most kind

gentleman : I pray you, what thinks he of our Enter PISTOL.

estate ? Pist. Qui va ?

K. Hen. Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that K. Hen. A friend.

look to be washed off the next tide, Pist. Discuss unto me; Art thou officer ?

Bates. He hath not told his thought to the king? Or art thou base, common, and popular ?

K. Hen. No; nor it is not meet he should. For, K. Hen. I am a gentleman of a company. though I speak it to you, I think, the king is but a Pist. Trailest thou the puissant pike?

man, as I am ; the violet smells to him, as it doth K. Hen. Even so : What are you?

to me; the element shows to him, as it doth to me; Pist. As good a gentleman as the emperor. all his senses have but human conditions: his eK. Hen. Then you are a better than the king. remonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a

Pist. The king's a bawcock, and a heart of gold, man; and though his affections are higher mounted A lad of life, an imp of fame;

than ours, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with the Of parents good, of fist most valiant:

like wing ; therefore when he sees reason of fears, I kiss his dirty shoe, and from my heart-strings as we do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the same I love the lovely bully. What's thy name? relish as ours are : Yet, in reason, no man should K. Hen. Harry le Roy.

possess him with any appearance of fear, lest he, by Pist. Le Roy! a Cornish name ; art thou of showing it, should dishearten his army. Cornish crew ?

Bates. He may show what outward courage le K. Hen. No, I am a Welshman.

will : but, I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could Pist. Knowest thou Fluellen?

wish himself in the Thames up to the neck; and so K. Hen. Yes.

I would he were, and I by him, at all adventures, Pist. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate, so we were quit here. Upon Saint Davy's day.

K. Hen. By my troth, I will speak my conscience K. Hen. Do not you wear your dagger in your of the king; I think, he would not wish himsal cap that day, lest he knock that about yours. any where but where he is. Pist. Art thou his friend ?

Bates. Then, 'would he were here alone ; so should K. Hen. And his kinsman too.

he be sure to be ransomed, and a many poor men Pist. The figo for thee then !

lives saved. K. Hen. I thank you : God be with you ! X. Hen. I dare say, you love himn not so ill, Pist. My name is Pistol called.

(Exit. wish him here alone : howsoever you speak this, K. Hen. It sorts well with your fierceness. feel other men's minds : Methinks, I could not

any where so contented, as in the king's company Enter FlUELLEN and Gower, severally.

his cause being just, and his quarrel honourable. Gow. Captain Fluellen !

Will. That's more than we know. Flu. So ! in the name of Cheshu Christ, speak Bates. Ay, or more than we should seek after lower. It is the greatest admiration in the universal for we know enough, if we know we are the king 'orld, when the true and auncient prerogatifes and subjects ; if his cause be wrong, our obedience laws of the wars is not kept: if you would take the the king wipes the crime of it out of us. pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the Great, Will. But if the cause be not good, the la you shall find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle himself hath a heavy reckoning to make; when taddle, or pibble pabble, in Pompey's camp; I war- those legs, and arms, and heads, chopped off rant you, you shall find the ceremonies of the wars, battle, shall join together at the latter day, and and the cares of it, and the forms of it, and the all — We died at such place; some, swearing ; sa sobriety of it, and the modesty of it, to be other crying for a surgeon ; some, *upon their wives wise.

poor behind them ; some, upon the debts they Gow. Why, the enemy is loud; you heard him some, upon their children rawly left. I am all night.

there are few die well, that die in battle ; for Flu. If the enemy is an ass, and a fool, and a can they charitably dispose of any thing, when he prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should is their argument? Now, if these men do not also, look you, be an ass, and a fool, and a prating well, it will be a black matter for the king that coxcomb ; in your own conscience now?

them to it; whom to disobey, were against all Gow. I will speak lower.

portion of subjection. Flu. I pray you, and beseech you, that you will. K. Hen. So, if a son, that is by his father

(Exeunt Gower and FluesLEN. about merchandise, do sinfully miscarry upon

ear.

Scene I.

sea, the imputation of his wiekedness, 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 K. Hen. If ever I live to see it, I will challenge its die in many irreconciled iniquities, you may call Will. Thou darest as well be hanged. the business of the master the author of the ser- K. Hen. Well, I will do it, though I take thee rant's damnation :- But this is not so : the king is in the king's company. not bound to answer the particular endings of his Will. Keep thy word : fare thee well. soldiers, the father of his son, nor the master of his Bates. Be friends, you English fools, be friends; servant; for they purpose not their death, when we have French quarrels enough, if you could tell they purpose their services. Besides, there is no how to reckon. king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to

K. Hen. Indeed, the French may lay twenty the arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all French crowns to one, they will beat us ; for they unspotted soldiers. Some, peradventure, have on bear them on their shoulders: But it is no English ter the guilt of premeditated and contrived mur- treason, to cut French crowns; and, to-morrow, the der; some, of beguiling virgins with the broken king himself will be a clipper. [Exeunt Soldiers. seals of perjury; some, making the wars their bul Upon the king ! let us our lives, our souls, tuk, that have before gored the gentle bosom of Our debts, our careful wives, our children, and peace with pillage and robbery. Now, if these men Our sins, lay on the king; — we must bear all. have defeated the law, and outrun native punish- o hard condition ! twin-born with greatness, tueat, though they can outstrip men, they have no Subjected to the breath of every fool, wings to fly from God : war is his beadle, war is Whose sense no more can feel but his own wringing! kis rengeance; so that here men are punished, for What infinite heart's ease must kings neglect, before-breach of the king's laws, in now the king's That private men enjoy? quarrel : where they feared the death, they have And what have kings, that privates have not too, borne life away; and where they would be safe, Save ceremony, save general ceremony ? they perish : Then if they die unprovided, no more And what art thou, thou idol ceremony? is the king guilty of their damnation, than he was What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more before guilty of those impieties for the which they Of mortal griefs, than do thy worshippers ? are now visited. Every subject's duty is the king's; What are thy rents ? what are thy comings-in ? but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore O ceremony, show me but thy worth ! shoald every soldier in the wars do as every sick What is the soul of adoration ? man in his bed, wash every mote out of his con- Art thou aught else but place, degree, and forin, science : and dying so, death is to him advantage ; Creating awe and fear in other men ? * net dying, the time was blessedly lost, wherein Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd such preparation was gained : and, in him that Than they in fearing. escapes, it were not sin to think, that making God What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, so free an offer, he let him outlive that day to see But poison'd flattery? 0, be sick, great greatness, his greatness, and to teach others how they should And bid thy ceremony give thee cure ! prepare.

Think'st thou, the fiery fever will go out W 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the With titles blown from adulation ? il is upon his own head, the king is not to answer Will it give place to flexure and low bending?

Canst thou, when thou command’st the beggar's Bates. I do not desire he should answer for me ;

knee, and yet I determine to fight lustily for him. Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream,

* Hen I myself heard the king say, he would That play'st so subtly with a king's repose ; se be ransomed.

I am a king, that find thee ; and I know, Fr. Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheerfülly: 'Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball, hat, wben cur throats are cut, he may be ransomed, The sword, the mace, the crown imperial, and te ge'er the wiser.

The enter-tissued robe of gold and pearl, 1. Hen. If I live to see it, I will never trust his The farced title running 'fore the king, rad after.

The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp 72. 'Mass, you'll pay him then! That's a peril. That beats upon the high shore of this world, e shot out of an elder gun, that a poor and private No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony, displeasure can do against a monarch! you may as Not all these, laid in bed majestical, well go about to turn the sun to ice, with fanning Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave ; in his face with a peacock's feather. You'll never Who, with a body fill'd, and vacant mind, rast bis word after! come, 'tis a foolish saying. Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread ;

1. Hen. Your reproof is something too round; I Never sees horrid night, the child of hell; should be angry with you, if the time were con- But, like a lackey, from the rise to set, redient.

Sweats in the eye of Phæbus, and all night #u. Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live. Sleeps in Elysium; next day, after dawn, X. Hen. I embrace it.

Doth rise, and help Hyperion to his horse ; it. How shall I know thee again?

And follows so the ever-running year K. Hen. Give me any gage of thine, and I will with profitable labour, to his grave : ve it in my bonnet : then, if ever thou darest ac- And, but for ceremony, such a wretch, koorledge it, I will make it my quarrel. Winding up days with toil, and nights with sleep, wil. Here's my glove; give me another of thine. Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king.

The slave, a member of the country's peace, 2. This will I also wear in my cap: if ever Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots,

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What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace, To give each naked curtle-ax a stain,
Whose hours the peasant best advantages.

That our French gallants shall to-day draw out,

And sheath for lack of sport: let us but blow on · Enter ERPINGHAM.

them, Erp. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your ab- The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. sence,

'Tis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords, Seek through your camp to find you.

That our superfluous lackeys, and our peasants, K. Hen.

Good old knight, Who, in unnecessary action, swarm Collect them all together at my tent :

About our squares of battle, - were enough I'll be before thee.

To purge this field of such a hilding foe : Erp.

I shall do't, my lord. [Erit. Though we, upon this mountain's basis by K. Hen. O God of battles ! steel my soldiers' Took stand for idle speculation : hearts !

But that our honours must not. What's to say? Possess them not with fear; take from them now A very little little let us do, The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound Pluck their hearts from them !-Not to-day, O Lord, The tucket-sonuance, and the note to niount: O not to-day, think not upon the fault

For our approach shall so much dare the field, My father made in compassing the crown! That England shall couch down in fear, and yield. I Richard's body have interred new; And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears,

Enter GRANDPRÉ. Than from it issued forced drops of blood.

Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,

France ? Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built Ill-favour'dly become the morning field : Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose, Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do: And our air shakes them passing scornfully. Though all that I can do, is nothing worth ; Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd host, Since that my penitence comes after all,

And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps. Imploring pardon.

Their horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks,

With torch-staves in their hand : and their poor Enter GLOSTER.

jades Glo. My liege!

Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips; K. Hen. My brother Gloster's voice? - Ay; The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes ; I know thy errand, I will go with thee :

And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit The day, my friends, and all things stay for me, Lies foul with chewed grass, still and motionless;

[Exeunt. And their executors, the knavish crows,

Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour.
SCENE II. - The French Camp.

Description cannot suit itself in words,

To démonstrate the life of such a battle Enter Dauphin, ORLEANS, RAMBURES, and others.

In life so lifeless as it shows itself. Orl. The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords. Con. They have said their prayers, and they stay Dau. Montez a cheval : - My horse ! valet ! lac

for death.

Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh Orl. O brave spirit !

suits, Dau. Via ! - les eaux et la terre

And give their fasting horses provender, Orl. Rien puis ? l'air et le feu

And after fight with them? Dau. Ciel! cousin Orleans.

Con. I stay but for my guard; On, to the field

I will the banner from a trumpet take,
Enter CONSTABLE,

And use it for my haste. Come, come away! Now, my lord Constable !

The sun is high, and we outwear the day. (Freunt, Con. Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh.

SCENE III. - The English Camp, Dau. Mount them, and make incision in their hides ;

Enter the English Host ; GLOSTER, BEDFORN That their hot blood may spin in English eyes,

EXETER, SALISBURY, and W'ESTUORELAXD. And dout them with superfluous courage : Ha! Glo. Where is the king? Ram. What, will you have them weep our horses' Bed. The king himself is rode to view the blood ?

battle. How shall we then behold their natural tears?

West. Of fighting men they have full threescore

thousand. Enter a Messenger.

Exe. There's five to one ; besides, they all a Mess. The English are embattled, you French

fresh. peers.

Sal. God's arm strike with us ! 'tis a fearful add Con. To horse, you gallant princes! straight to God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge : horse!

If we no more nieet, till we meet in heaven, Do but behold yon poor and starved band,

Then, joyfully, - my noble lord of Bedfoni, And your fair show shall suck away their souls, My dear lord Gloster, -—and my good lord Exeter, Leaving them but the shales and husks of men. And my kind kinsman, — warriors, all adieu! There is not work enough for all our hands;

Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good lud Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins,

go with thee!

quay ? ha !

more :

back;

SCENE III.

Ere. Farewell, kind lord, fight valiantly to-day; West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward
And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it,

now !
For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour. K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from
[Exit SALISBURY.

England, cousin ?
Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness ; West. God's will, my liege, 'would you and I
Princely in both.

alone,
West.
O that we now had here

Without more help, might fight this battle out!

K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five Enter King HENRY.

thousand men ; But one ten thousand of those men in England,

Which likes me better, than to wish us one. — That do no work to-day!

You know your places : God be with

you

all! K. Hen.

What's he, that wishes so ? My cousin Westmoreland ? - No, my fair cousin :

Tucket. Enter MONTJOY. If we are marked to die, we are enough

Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, king To do our country loss; and if to live,

Harry, The fewer men, the greater share of honour.

If for thy ransome thou wilt now compound, God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.

Before thy most assured overthrow : By Jore, I am not covetous for gold;

For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf, Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost ;

Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy, It yearns me not, if men my garments wear ;

The constable desires thee — thou wilt mind Such outward things dwell not in my desires :

Thy followers of repentance; that their souls But, if it be a sin to covet honour,

May make a peaceful and a sweet retire I am the most offending soul alive.

From off these fields, where (wretches) their poor No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England :

bodies God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour, Must lie and fester. As one man more, methinks, would share from me,

K. Hen.

Who hath sent thee now? For the best hope I have. 0, do not wish one

Mont. The Constable of France.

K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,

Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. That he, which hath no stomach to this fight,

Good God! why should they mock poor fellows Let him depart ; his passport shall be made,

thus? And crowns for convoy put into his purse :

The man, that once did sell the lion's skin We could not die in that man's company,

While the beast lived, was kill'd with hunting him. That fears his fellowship to die with us.

A many of our bodies shall, no doubt, This day is call'd- the feast of Crispian :

Find native graves; upon the which, I trust, He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home,

Shall witness live in brass of this day's work : Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,

And those that leave their valiant bones in France, And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills, He, that shall live this day, and see old age,

They shall be fam'd; for there the sun shall greet Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends,

them, to-morrow is saint Crispian :

And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars,

Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime, And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day.

The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France. Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,

Mark then a bounding valour in our English; But he'll remember, with advantages,

That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing,
Phat feats he did that day: Then shall our names,

Break out into a second course of mischief,
Familiar in their mouths as household words, Killing in relapse of mortality.
Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter,

Let me speak proudly; - Tell the Constable,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster, - We are but warriors for the working-day :
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd: Our gayness, and our gilt, are all besmirch'd
This story shall the good man teach his son ; With rainy marching in the painful field ;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,

There's not a piece of feather in our host,
From this day to the ending of the world,

(Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly,) But we in it shall be remember'd :

And time hath worn us into slovenry :
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim :
For be, to day that sheds his blood with me, And my poor soldiers tell me - yet ere night
Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile,

They'll be in fresher robes ; or they will pluck This day shall gentle lis condition :

The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads, And gentlemen in England, now a-bed,

And turn them out of service. If they do this, Stall think themselves accurs'd, they were not here ; (As, if God please, they shall,) my ransome then And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks,

Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour;

Come thou no more for ransome, gentle herald ; That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints :' Enter SALISBURY.

Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them, Szt. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself wich Shall yield them little, tell the Constable.

Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee well:

Thou never shalt hear herald any more. The French are bravely in their battles set,

K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again for And will with all expedience charge on us.

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