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Flu. I will fetch him. [Evit.
R. Hen. My lord of Warwick,-and my brother Gloster,
Follow Fluellen closely at the heels.
SCENE VIII. Before King Henry's Pavilion.
Enter Gower and WILLIAMs.
Will. I warrant it is to knight you, captain.
Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I peseech you now, come apace to the king. There is more goot toward you, peradventure, than is in your knowledge to dream of.
Will. Sir, know you this glove P
Flu. Know the glove F I know, the glove is a glove.
Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it.
Flu. 'Sblud, an arrant traitor, as any’s in the universal ’orld, or in France, or in England.
Gow. How now, sir? you villain
Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn ?
Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give treason his payment into plows, I warrant you.
Will. I am no traitor.
Flu. That’s a lie in thy throat.—I charge you in his majesty's name, apprehend him; he's a friend of the duke Alençon's.
Enter WARwick and GLosTER.
War. How now, how now ! what’s the matter P
Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be Got for it!) a most contagious treason come to light, look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Here is his majesty.
Enter KING HENRY and ExETER.
K. Hen. How now ! what’s the matter P Flu. My liege, here is a villain, and a traitor, that, look your grace, has struck the glove which your majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon. Will. My liege, this was my glove; here is the fellow of it; and he that I gave it to in change, promised to wear it in his cap; I promised to strike him, if he did; I met this man with my glove in his cap, and I have been as good as my word. Flu. Your majesty hear now (saving your majesty's manhood) what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lowsy knave it is. I hope your majesty is pear me testimony, and witness, and avouchments, that this is the glove of Alençon, that your majesty is give me, in your COIASC16I1C62 (1OW. K. Hen. Give me thy glove,' soldier; look, here is the fellow of it. 'Twas I, indeed, thou promised'st to strike; and thou hast given me most bitter terms. Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck answer for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld. K. Hen. How canst thou make me satisfaction ? Will. All offences, my liege, come from the heart;
1 i.e. the glove that thou hast now in thy cap; it was the King's glove, which he had given to Williams.
never came any from mine, that might offend your majesty. - K. Hen. It was ourself thou didst abuse. Will. Your majesty came not like yourself; you appeared to me but as a common man ; witness the night, your garments, your lowliness; and what your highness suffered under that shape, I beseech you, take it for your own fault, and not mine ; for had you been as I took you for, I made no offence; therefore, I beseech your highness, pardon me. k. Hen. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with CrOWns, And give it to this fellow.—Keep it, fellow; And wear it for an honor in thy cap, Till I do challenge it.—Give him the crowns: And, captain, you must needs be friends with him. Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in his pelly.—Hold, there is twelve pence for you; and I pray you to serve Got, and keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, and dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the petter for you. Will. I will none of your money. Flu. It is with a goot yill; I can tell you, it will serve you to mend your shoes: Come, wherefore should you be so pashful? your shoes is not so goot: 'tis a goot silling, I warrant you, or I will change it.
Enter an English Herald.
R. Hen. Now, herald, are the dead numbered P Her. Here is the number of the slaughtered French. [Delivers a paper. K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle P Ewe, Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the king; John duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt: Of other lords, and barons, knights, and 'squires, Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand French,
That in the field lie slain ; of princes, in this number,
1 “Davy Gam, esquire” . This gentleman being sent out by Henry, before the battle, to reconnoitre the enemy, and to find out their strength, made this report:-" May it please you, my liege, there are enough to be killed, enough to be taken prisoners, and enough to run away.” He saved the king's life in the field. Had the Poet been apprized of this circumstance, the brave Welshman would probably have been more particularly noticed, and not have been merely a name in a muster-roll.—See Drayton's Battaile of Agincourt, 1627, p. 50 and 54; and Dunster's Edition of . Philips's Cyder, a poem, p. 74.
On one part and on the other?—Take it, God,
Chor. Wouchsafe to those that have not read the story, That I may prompt them; and of such as have, I humbly pray them to admit the excuse Of time, of numbers, and due course of things, Which cannot in their huge and proper life
1 “Do we all holy rites.” “The king, when he saw no appearance of enemies, caused the retreate to be blowen; and, gathering his army together, gave thanks to Almighty God for so happy a victorie, causing his prelates and chapeleins to sing this psalme—In exitu Israel de Egypto ; and commaunding every man to kneele down on the grounde at this verse —Non nobis, Domine, non nobis, sed nomini tuo da gloriam ; which done, he caused Te Deum and certain anthems to be sung, giving laud and praise to God, and not boasting of his own force or any humaine power.” —Holinshed.