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Enter the Duke of YORK.

Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand

thanks : and he esteems himself happy that he hath York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg fallen into the hands of (as he thinks) the most brave, The leading of the vaward.

valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of England. K. Han. Take it, brave York. Now, soldiers, Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show. march away:

Follow me, cur.

(Exit PISTOL And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day! Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine.


Exit French Soldier. SCENE IV. - The Field of Battle.

I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty

a heart: but the saying is true, - the empty vessel Alarums: Excursions. Enter French Soldier, makes the greatest sound. Bardolph, and Nym, had Pistol, and Boy.

ten times more valour than this roaring devil i' the Pist. Yield cur.

old play, that every one may pare his nails with a Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme de wooden dagger; and they are both hanged ; and so bonne qualité.

would this be, if he durst steal any thing adventur Pist. Quality, call you me ? - Construe me, art ously. I must stay with the lackeys, with the lug en thou a gentleman? What is thy name? discuss. gage of our camp: the French might have a good stund Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu !

prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none to Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a gentleman :- guard it, but boys.

(Esite Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and mark; O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox, SCENE V. - Another Part of the Field of Battle Except, O signieur, thou do give to me Egregious ransome.

Alarums. Enter DauphIN, ORLEANS, BOURBOX, Fr. Sol. 0, prennez misericorde ! ayez pitié de moy! CONSTABLE, RAMBURES, and others.

Pest. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty moys; Con. ( diable ! For I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat,

Orl. O seigneur ! - le jour est perdu, tout est perdut In drops of crimson blood.

Dau. Mort de ma vie ! all is confounded, all! Fr. Sol. Est il impossible d'eschapper la force de ton Reproach and everlasting shame bras?

Sits mocking in our plumes. - meschante feri Pist. Brass, cur !

tune! Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat, Do not run away.

[A short alarust Offer'st me brass ?


Why, all our ranks are broke. Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy!

Dau. O perdurable shame! — let's stab ourselves. Pist. Say'st thou me so ? is that a ton of moys ? Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for? Come hither, boy; Ask me this slave in French, Orl. Is this the king we sent to for his ransome? What is his name.

Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but Boy. Escoutez ; Comment estes vous appellé ?

shame! Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer.

Let us die instant: Once more back again ; Boy. He says, his name is - master Fer. And he that will not follow Bourbon now,

Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk him, and Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand, ferret him :- - discuss the same in French unto him. Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door,

Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog, and firk.

His fairest daughter is contaminate. Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat. Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur ?

Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous faites Unto these English, or else die with fame. vous prest; car ce soldat icy est disposé tout à cette Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, heure de couper vostre gorge.

To smother up the English in our throngs, Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant, If any order might be thought upon. Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns;

Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the throngi Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword. Let life be short; else shame will be too long.

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 deui cent escus. SCENE VI. - Another Part of the Fidd.

Pist. What are his words? Boy. He prays you to save his life : he is a gen-slarums. Enter King Henry and Forces; Exer tleman of a good house; and, for his ransome, he

and others. will give you two hundred crowns.

K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant coutta Pist. Tell him, - my fury shall abate, and I

trymen : The crowns will take.

But all's not done, yet keep the French the field. Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il ?

Ere. The duke of York"commends him to your Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de par

majesty: donner aucun prisonnier ; neantmoins, pour les escus K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle ? thrice within this que vous l'avez promis, il est content de vous donner

hour, la liberté, le franchisement.

I saw him down ; thrice up again, and fighting; Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille re- From helmet to the spur, all blood he was. merciemens : et je m'estime heureur que je suis tombé Exe. In which array, (brave soldier,) doth he ligy entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave, Larding the plain : and by his bloody side, valiant, et tres distingué seigneur d'Angleterre. (Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds) Pist. Expound unto me, boy.

The noble earl of Suffolk also lies.


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Suffolk first died: and York, all haggled over, wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and his disComes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd, pleasures, and his indignations, and also being a And takes him by the beard ; kisses the gashes, little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and That bloodily did yawn upon his face;

his angers, look you, kill his pest friend, Clytus. And cries aloud, — Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk ! Gow. Our king is not like him in that; he never My soul shall thine keep company to heaven : killed any of his friends. Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly a-breasts

Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take As, in this glorious and well-foughten fields

tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and We kept together in our chivalry!

finished. I speak but in the figures and comparisons Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up: of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, being He smil'd me in the face, raught me his hand, in his ales and his cups; so also Harry Monmouth, And with a feeble gripe, says, - Dear my lord, being in his right wits and his goot judgments, is Commend my service to my sovereign.

turn away the fat knight with the great pelly-douSo did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck

blet : he was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips ; and mocks ; I am forget his name. And so, espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd Gow. Sir John Falstaff. A testament of noble-ending love.

Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there is goot The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd

men porn at Monmouth. Those waters from me, which I would have stopp'd; Gow. Here comes his majesty. But I had not so much of man in me,

Alarum. Enter King Henry with a part of the But all my mother came into mine eyes, And

English Forces ; Warwick, GLOSTER, EXETER, gave me up to tears. K. Hen.

and others.

I blame you not; For

, hearing this, I must perforce compound K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to France With mistful eyes, or they will issue too.

Until this instant. - Take a trumpet, herald ;

[ Alarum. Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill; But

, hark ! what 'nev alarum is this same? If they will fight with us, bid them come down, The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd men :

Or void the field ; they do offend our sight : Then every soldier kill his prisoners ;

If they'll do neither, we will come to them; Give the word through.

[Exeunt. And make them skirr away, as swift as stones

Enforced from the old Assyrian slings: SCENE VII. - Another Part of the Field. Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have ;

And not a man of them, that we shall take, Alarums. Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER.

Shall taste our mercy :

Go, and tell them so. Plu. Kill the poys and the luggage ! 'tis expressly

Enter MONTJOY. against the law of arms : 'tis as arrant a piece of kravery, mark you now, as can be offered, in the Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my Porld: In your corscience now, is it not ?

liege. Gow. 'Tis certain there's not a boy left alive ; Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be. and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the battle, X. Hen. How now! what means this, herald ? have done this slaughter : besides, they have burned know'st thou not, and carried away all that was in the king's tent ; That I have fin’d these bones of mine for ransome? wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused Com'st thou again for ransome ? Every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a Mont.

No, great king:

I come to thee for charitable licence,
Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain That we may wander o'er this bloody field,
Gower: What call you the town's name, where To book our dead, and then to bury them;
Alexander the pig was porn.

To sort our nobles from our common men;
Gaw. Alexander the great.

For many of our princes (woe the while !) Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? The Lie drown'd and soak’d in mercenary blood; pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or (So do our vulgar drench their peasant

limbs the magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the in blood of princes ;) and their wounded steeds phrase is a little variations.

Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild rage, G®. I think Alexander the great was born in Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters, Macedon ; his father was called Philip of Mace Killing them

twice. O, give us leave, great king, dot, as I take it.

To view the field in safety, and dispose Flu. I think it is in Macedon, where Alexander is of their dead bodies. poti . I tell you, captain, - If you look in the maps X. Hen.

I tell thee truly, herald, of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the com- I know not, if the day be ours, or no; parisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the For yet a many of your horsemen peer, stizations, look you, is both alike. There is a river And gallop o'er the field. in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Mont.

The day is yours. Monmouth : it is called Wye, at Monmouth ; but K. Hen. Praised be God, and not our strength, my prains, what is the name of the other

for it! Erct; but 'tis all one, 'tis so like as my fingers is to What is this castle call’d, that stands hard by? ay fingers, and there is salmons in both. If you Mont. They call it — Agincourt. taark Alexander's life well, Harry of Monmouth's K. Hen. Then call we this

the field of Agincourt, lake is come after it indifferent well; for there is Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus. igures in all things. Alexander (God knows, and Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't try know,) in his rages, and his furies, and his please your majesty, and your great vncle Edv


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the plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the chrobe desired in the hearts of his subjects: I would nicles, fought a most prave pattle here in France. fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall K. Hen. They did, Fluellen.

find himself aggriefed at this glove, that is all; Flu. Your majesty says very true : if your ma- but I would fain see it once : an please Got of his jesties is remembered of it, the Welshmen did goot grace, that I might see it. service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing K. Hen. Knowest thou Gower? leeks in their Monmouth caps ; which, your ma- Flu. He is my dear friend, an please you. jesty knows, to this hour is an honourable padge of K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him the service; and, I do believe, your majesty takes to my tent. no scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's day, Flu. I will fetch him.

[Erit. K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour: K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, and my brother For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman.

Gloster, Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your Follow Fluellen closely at the heels : majesty's Welch plood out of your pody, I can tell The glove, which I have given him for a favour, you that : Got pless it and preserve it, as long as it May, haply, purchase him a box o'the ear; pleases his grace, and his majesty too !

It is the soldier's; I, by bargain, should K. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman.

Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick : Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's country. If that the soldier strike him, as, I judge man, I care not who know it; I will confess it to By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word,) all the 'orld : I need not to be ashamed of your ma- Some sudden mischief may arise of it; jesty, praised be God, so long as your majesty is an For I do know Fluellen valiant, honest man.

And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder, K. Hen. God keep me so! - Our heralds go with And quickly will return an injury :

Follow, and see there be no harm between them.Bring me just notice of the numbers dead

Go you with me, uncle of Exeter. (Exeunt. On both our parts. — Call yonder fellow hither. [Points to WILLIAMS. Exeunt MONTJOY SCENE VIII. - Before King Henry's Pavilion. and others.

Enter Gower and WILLIAMS. Ere. Soldier, you must come to the king.

K. Hen. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove in Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain. thy cap ? Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of

Enter FLUELLEN. one that I should fight withal, if he be alive.

Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I peK. Hen. An Englishman?

seech you now, come apace to the king: there is Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that more goot toward you, peradventure, than is in your swaggered with me last night : who, if 'a live, and knowledge to dream of. ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to Will. Sir, know you this glove ? take him a box o'the ear : or, if I can see my glove

Flu. Know the glove? I know, the glove is a in his cap, (which he swore, as he was a soldier, he

glove. would wear, if alive,) I will strike it out soundly.

Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it. K. Hen. What think you, captain Fluellen ? is

(Strikes kiss. it fit this soldier keep his oath ?

Flu. 'Sblud, an arrant traitor, as any's in the uniFlu. He is a craven and a villain else, a’nt please versal 'orld, or in France, or in England. your majesty, in my conscience.

Gow. How now, sir ? you villain ! K. Hen. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman of Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn ? grcat sort, quite from the answer of his degree. Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will gira

Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the treason his payment into plows, I warrant you. tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is ne- Will. I am no traitor. cessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and Flu. That's a lie in thy throat. - I charge you in his oath : if he be perjured, see you now, his reput- his majesty's name, apprehend him; he's a friend ation is as arrant a villain, and a Jack sauce, as

of the duke Alençon's. ever his plack shoe trod upon Got's ground and his earth, in my conscience, la.

Enter Warwick and GLOSTER. K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou War. How now, how now! what's the matter? meet'st the fellow.

Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be Gok Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.

for it !) a most contagious treason come to light K. Hen. Who servest thou under ?

look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day! Will. Under captain Gower, my liege.

Here is his majesty. Flu. Gower is a goot captain; and is goot knowledge and literature in the wars.

Enter King HENRY and EXETER. K. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier.

K. Hen. How now! what's the matter? WiH. I will, my liege.

[Erit. Flu. My liege, here is a villain, and a traitu K. Hen. Here, Fluellen ; wear thou this favour that, look your grace, has struck the glove which for me, and stick it in thy cap: When Alençon and your majesty is take out of the helmet of Alencos. myself were down together, I plucked this glove Will. My liege, this was my glove; here is the from his helm; if any man challenge this, he is a fellow of it: and he, that I gave it to in change friend to Alençon and an enemy to our person ; if promised to wear it in his cap; I promised to str thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an thou him, if he did : I met this man with my glove dost love me.

his cap, and I have been as good as my wond. F/4. Your grace does me as great honours, as can Flu. Your majesty hear now, (saving your in



esty's manhood,) what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, | That in the field lie slain: of princes, in this number,
lowsy knave it is: I hope, your majesty is pear me And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
testimony, and witness, and avouchments, that this One hundred twenty-six : added to these,
is the glove of Alençon that your majesty is give Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen,
me, in your conscience now.

Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which,
K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier; Look, here Five hundred were but yesterday dubb’d knights :
is the fellow of it. 'Twas Ī, indeed, thou promised'st So that, in these ten thousand they have lost,
to strike; and thou hast given me most bitter terms. There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries;

Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck answer The rest are - -princes, barons, lords, knights, for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld.

'squires, K. Hen. How canst thou make me satisfaction ? And gentlemen of blood and quality.

Will. All offences, my liege, come from the heart: The names of those their nobles that lie dead, never came any from mine, that might offend your Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France; majesty.

Jaques Chatillon, admiral of France ; * Hen. It was ourself thou didst abuse.

The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures ; Will. Your majesty came not like yourself: you Great master of France, the brave sir Guischard appeared to me but as a common man; witness the

Dauphin ; night, your garments, your lowliness; and what John duke of Alençon; Antony duke of Brabant, your highness suffered under that shape, I beseech The brother to the duke of Burgundy ; Fou, take it for your own fanlt, and not mine : for And Edward duke of Bar: of lusty earls, bad you been as I took you for, I made no offence; Grandpré, and Roussi, Fauconberg, and Foix, therefore, I beseech your highness, pardon me. Beaumont, and Marle, Vaudemont, and Lestrale. K. Hen. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with Here was a royal fellowship of death! crowns,

Where is the number of our English dead ? And give it to this fellow. – Keep it, fellow;

(Herald presents another paper. And wear it for an honour in thy cap,

Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk, Till I do challenge it. - Give him the crowns : –

Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam, esquire : And, captain, you must needs be friends with him. None else of name ; and, of all other men,

Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has But five and twenty. O God, thy arm was here, mettle enough in his pelly : – Hold, there is twelve | And not to us, but to thy arm alone, pence for you, and I pray you to serve Got, and Ascribe we all. — When, without stratagem, keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, But in plain shock, and even play of battle, and dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the petter Was ever known so great and little loss,

On one part and on the other ? — Take it, God, wu. I will none of your money.

For it is only thine ! Flu. It is with a goot will; I can tell you, it will Ere.

'Tis wonderful ! site you to mend your shoes: Come, wherefore K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the village : Should you be so pashful ? your shoes is not so And be it death proclaimed through our host, goot: 'tis a goot silling, I warrant you, or I will To boast of this, or take that praise from God, change it.

Which is his only.

Flu. Is it not lawful, and please your majesty, to Enter an English Herald.

tell how many is killed ? X. Hen. Now, herald ; are the dead number'd ? K. Hen. Yes, captain ; but with this acknowHer. Here is the number of the slaughter'd

ledgment, French.

(Delivers a paper.

That God fought for us.
E. Her. What prisoners of good sort are taken, Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot.

K. Hen. Do we all holy rites ;
Ese. Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the king; Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum.
Joon duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt : The dead with charity enclos'd in clay,
Of other lords, and barons, knights, and squires, We'll then to Calais; and to England then ;
Pall fifteen hundred, besides common men.

Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men.
K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand

(Exeunt. French,

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Enter Chorus,

Athwart the sea : Behold, the English beach

Pales in the flood with men, with wives, and boys, Che. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouth'd story,

sea, That I may prompt them : and of such as have, Which, like a mighty whiffler 'fore the king, I tumbly pray them to admit the excuse

Seems to prepare his way : so let him land ; O tire, of numbers, and due course of things, And, solemnly, see him set on to London. 5 Sich cannot in their huge and proper life So swift a pace hath thought, that even now se here presented. Now we bear the king You may imagine him upon Blackheath : Toward Calais : grant him there; there seen, Where that his lords desire him, to have borne 1 Leave him away upon your winged thoughts, His bruised helmet, and his bended sword,

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Before him, through the city: he forbids it, mountain-squire; but I will make you to day a Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride ; squire of low degree. I pray you, fall to; if you Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent,

can mock a leek, you can eat a leek. Quite from himself, to God. But now behold, Gow. Enough, captain ; you have astonished him. In the quick forge and workinghouse of thought, Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of my How London doth pour out her citizens !

leck, or I will peat his pate four days: - Pite, I pray The mayor, and all his brethren, in best sort, you ; it is goot for your green wound, and your Like to the senators of the antique Rome,

ploody coxcomb. With the plebeians swarming at their heels, –

Pist. Must I bite ? Go forth, and fetch their conquering Cæsar in : Flu. Yes, certainly; and out of doubt, and out As, by a lower but by loving likelihood,

of questions too, and ambiguities. Were now the general of our gracious empress Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge ; (As, in good time, he may,) from Ireland coming, I eat, and eke I swear. Bringing rebellion broached on his sword,

Flu. Eat, I pray you: Will you have some more How many would the peaceful city quit,

sauce to your leek ? there is not enough leek to To welcome him? much more, and much more cause, swear by. Did they this Harry. Now in London place him ; Pist. Quiet thy cudgel ; thou dost see, I eat. (As yet the lamentation of the French

Flu. Much goot do you, scald knave, heartily. Invites the king of England's stay at home : Nay, 'pray you, throw none away; the skin is good The emperor's coming in behalf of France,

for your proken coxcomb. When you take occa. To order peace between them ;) and omit

sions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock at All the occurrences, whatever chanc'd,

them; that is all. Till Harry's back-return again to France ;

Pist. Good. There must we bring him; and myself have play'd Flu. Ay, leeks is goot :- Hold you, there is a The interim, by remembering you — 'tis past. groat to heal your pate. Then brook abridgement; and your eyes advance Pist. Me a groat! After your thoughts, straight back again to France. Flu. Yes, verily, and in truth, you shall take it;

[Erit. or I have another leek in my pocket, which you

shall eat. SCENE I.-France. An English Court of Guard. Pist. I take thy groat, in earnest of revenge. Enter FLUELLEN and GoWER.

Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in

cudgels; you shall be a woodmonger, and buy Gow. Nay, that's right; but why wear you your nothing of me but cudgels. God be wi' you, and leek to-day ? Saint Davy's day is past.

keep you, and heal your pate. Flu. There is occasions and causes why and


Pist. All hell shall stir for this. wherefore in all things : I will tell you, as my friend,

Gow. Go, go ; you are a counterfeit cowardly captain Gower ; The rascally, scald, beggarly, lowsy, knave. Will you mock at an ancient tradition, pragging knave, Pistol, - which you and yourself, begun upon an honourable respect, and worn as a and all the 'orld, know to be no petter than a fellow, memorable trophy of predeceased valour, — and look you now, of no merits, – he is come to me, dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words ? and prings me pread and salt yesterday, look you, I have seen you gleeking and galling at this gentle and bid me eat my leek : it was in a place where I could not breed no contentions with him; but I could not speak English in the native garl, he

man twice or thrice. You thought, because her will be so pold as to wear it in my cap till I see him could not therefore handle an English cudgel : you onoe again, and then I will tell him a little piece of find it otherwise ; and, henceforth, let a Welsh my desires.

correction teach you a good English condition Enter Pistol. Fare ye well.

(Email Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a tur- Pist. Doth fortune play the huswife with me key-cock.

now? Flu, 'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his News have I, that my Nell is dead i'the spital turkey-cocks. — Got pless you, ancient Pistol! you Of malady of France; scurvy, lowsy knave, Got pless you !

And there my rendezvous is quite cut off. Pist. Ha! art thou Bedlam? dost thou thirst, Old I do wax; and from my weary limbs base Trojan,

Honour is cudgell'd. Well, bawd will I turn, To have me fold up Parca's fatal web?

And something lean to cutpurse of quick band. Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek. To England will I stcal, and there I'll steal :

Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lowsy knave, And patches will I get unto these scars, at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, And swear, I got them in the Gallia wars. (ER to eat, look you, this leek ; because, look you, you do not love it, nor your affections, and your appe- SCENE II. - Troyes in Champagne. An Ap tites, and your digestions, does not agree with it, I ment in the French King's Palace, would desire you to eat it. Pist. Not for Cadwallader, and all his goats.

Enter at one door, King HENRY, Brnoan Flu. There is one goat for you. [Strikes him.)

Gloster, EXETER, Warwick, WESTMORELAND Will you be so goot, scald knave, as eat it?

and other Lords; at another, the French KING Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die.

QUEEN ISABEL, the Princess KATHARINE, Lord Flu. You say very true, scald knave, when Got's Ladies, fc. the DUKE OF BURGUNDY, and will is : I will desire you to live in the mean time,

Train. and eat your victuals; come, there is sauce for it, K. Hen. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we ( Striking him again.) You called me yesterday,




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