A many of our bodies fhall, no doubt,
Find native graves; upon the which, I trust,
Shall witnefs live in brass of this day's work:
And thofe that leave their valiant bones in France,
Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills,
They fhall be fam'd: for there the fun fhall greet
them,

And draw their honours reeking up to heaven;
Leaving their earthly parts to choak your clime,
The smell whereof thall breed a plague in France.
Mark then a bounding valour in our English;
That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing,
Breaks out into a second course of mischief,
Killing in relapse of mortality 1.

Let me speak proudly ;--Tell the Constable,
We are but warriors for the working-day:
Our gaynefs, and our gilt 2, are all befmirch'd
With rainy marching in the painful field;
There's not a piece of feather in our host,
(Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly)
And time hath worn us into flovenry :
But, by the mafs, our hearts are in the trim:
And my poor foldiers tell me yet ere night
They'll be in fresher robes; or they will pluck
The gay new coats o'er the French foldiers' heads,
And turn them out of fervice. If they do this,
(As, if God pleafe, they fhall) my ranfom then
Will foon be levy'd. Herald, fave thy labour;
Come thou no more for ranfom, gentle herald;
They fhall have none, I fwear, but thefe my
joints:

Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them,
Shall yield them little, tell the Constable.

Mont. I fhall, king Harry. And fo fare thee
well:

Thou never fhalt hear herald any more.

[Exit.

K. Henry. I fear, thou'lt once more come again for ranfom.

Enter the Duke of York.

York. My lord, moft humbly on my knee I beg The leading of the vaward.

K. Heary. Take it, brave York.-Now, foldiers, march away:

And how thou pleafeft, God, difpofe the day!

SCENE

The Field of Battle.

IV.

[Exeunt.

Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat,
Offer'ft me brass?

Fr. Sol. 0, pardonnez moi !

Pift. Say'st thou me fo? is that a ton of moys 5 ?
-Come hither, boy; Afk me this flave in French,
What is his name.

Boy. Efcoutez; Comment eftes vous appellé?
Fr. Sol. Monfieur le Fer.

Boy. He fays, his name is-master Fer.

Pift. Maiter Fer! I'll fer him, and firk 6 him, and ferret him :-difcufs the fame in French unto

him.

Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and firk.

Pif. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat.
Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monfieur ?

Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous vous teniez prefl; car ce foldat ity eft difpofe tout à cette beure de couper vofire gorge.

Pift. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pefant, Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns; Or mangled fhalt thou be by this my sword.

Fr. Sol. 0, je vous fupplic, pour l'amour de Dieu, me pardonner! Je fuis gentilhomme de bonne maison; gardez ma vie, & je vous donneray deux cents efeus. Pift. What are his words?

Boy. He prays you to fave his life he is a gentleman of a good house; and, for his ranfom, he will give you two hundred crowns.

Pifi. Tell him, my fury fhall abate, and I The crowns will take.

Fr. Sol. Petit monfieur, que dit-il ?

Boy. Encore qu'il eft contre fon jurement, de pare donner aucun prifonnier ; neantmoins, pour les efcus

Alarum, excurfions. Enter Piftol, French Soldier, and que vous l'avez promette, il eft content de vous donner

Pift. Yield, cur.

Boy.

Fr. Sol. Je penfe, que vous effes le gentilhomme de bonne qualité.

Pift. Quality, call you me ?--Construe me, art thou a gentleman? What is thy name? difcufs.

la libert, le franchisement.

Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux je vous donne mille remercimens: & je m'eftime beureux que je fuis tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je penfe, le plus brave, valiant, & tres diflingu feigneur d'Angleterre. Pift. Expound unto me, boy.

I Mr. Steevens obferves, that by this phrafe, however uncouth, Shakspeare feems to mean the fame as in the preceding line. Mortality is death. Relapfe may be used for rebound. Shakspeare has given mind of honour, for honourable mind; and by the fame rule might write relapfe of mortainty, for fatal or mortal rebound; or by relapfe of mortality, he may mean -after they had relapfed into inanimation. 2 i. e. golden fhow, fuperficial gilding. Obfolete. 3 Fox is an old cant word for a fword. 4 The rim means what is now called the diaphragm in human creatures, and the firt or midriff in beafts. 5 Moys is a piece of money; whence moi d'ar, or mai of gold. is ufed in a variety of fenfes by different old authors: m this place it would feem to mean, to 6`To firk

chaftife.

Bey.

Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand thanks; and esteems himself happy that he hath fallen into the hands of one (as he thinks), the most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy fignieur of England.

Pift. As I fuck blood, I will fome mercy fhew. -Follow me, cur.

Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine.

Exe. The duke of York commends him to your majefty.

K. Henry. Lives he, good uncle? Thrice, within
this hour,

I faw him down; thrice up again, and fighting;
From helmet to the fpur, all blood he was.

Exc. In which array (brave foldier) doth he lie, Larding the plain: and by his bloody fide [Exe. Pifiol, and French Soldier. (Yoak-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,) I did never know fo full a voice iffue from fo The noble earl of Suffolk alfo lies. empty a heart but the faying is true,-The Suffolk firit dy'd: and York, all haggled over, empty veffel makes the greatest found. Bardolph, Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd, and Nym, had ten times more valour than this And takes him by the beard; kiffes the gashes, roaring devil' the old play, that every one may That bloodily did yawn upon his face; pare his nails with a wooden dagger; yet they are And cries aloud,--Tarry, dear coufin Suffolk! both hang'd; and fo would this be, if he durit My foul shall thine keep company to heaven: steal any thing advent'roufly. I muft ftay with Tarry, fweet foul, for mine, then fly a-breaft ; the lacqueys, with the luggage of our camp: the As, in this glorious and well-fougbten field, French might have a good prey of us, if he knewe kept together in our chivalry! of it; for there is none to guard it, but boys.

SCENE V.

Another part of the Field of Battle. Enter Conflable, Orleans, Bourbon, Dauphin, Con. O diable!

Rambures.

Upon thete words I came, and cheer'd him up
[Exit. He fmil'd me in the face, raught me his hand,
And, with a feeble gripe, fays,-Dear my lord,
Commend my fervice to my fovereign.

So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck
and He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips;
And fo, efpous'd to death, with blood he feal'd
A teftament of noble-ending love.

The pretty and fweet manner of it forc'd
Thofe waters from me, which I would have stopp'd;
But I had not fo much of man in me,
[Afhort alarm. But all my mother came into mine eyes,
And gave me up to tears.

Orl. O feigneur le jour eft perdu, tout eft perdu!
Dau. Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes.--
O mefchante fortune!-Do not run away.
Con. Why, all our ranks are broke.
Dau. Operdurable fhame!-let's ftab ourselves.
Be thefe the wretches that we play'd at dice for?
Orl. Is this the king we fent to for his ranfom?
Bour. Shame, and eternal fhame, nothing but
fhame!

Let us die, inftant :-Once more back again;
And he that will not follow Bourbon now,
Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand,
Like a bafe pander, hold the chamber-door,
Whilft by a flave, no gentler than my dog,
His fairest daughter is contaminated.
Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now!
Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives
Unto thefe English, or elfe die with fame.

K. Henry. I blame you not;

For, hearing this, I must perforce compound
With mistful eyes, or they will iffue too.-[Alarmi
But, hark! what new alarum is this fame ?-
The French have re-inforc'd their scatter'd men:→→→
Then every foldier kill his prifoners;
Give the word Through.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VII.
Alarums continued; after which, Enter Fluellen and
Gower.

Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis exprefsly against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be of fer'd, in the 'orld: In your confcience now, is it not?

Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, To fmother up the English in our throngs, Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; If any order might be thought upon. [throng; and the cowardly rafcals, that ran away from the Bour. The devil take order now I'll to the battle, have done this flaughter: befides, they have Let life be short; elfe, fhame will be too long.

SCENE VI.

[Exeunt.

Alarum. Enter King Henry and bis Train, with
Prifoners.

burn'd or carried away all that was in the king's tent; wherefore the king, moft worthily, has caus'd every foldier to cut his prifoner's throat. O, 'tis a gallant king!

Flu. I, he was porn at Monmouth, captain Gower: What call you the town's name, where

K. Henry. Well have we done, thrice-valiant Alexander the pig was born?

countrymen :

But all's not done, yet keep the French the field.

Gow. Alexander the Great.

Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? the

Dr. Johnfon on this paffage obferves, that in modern puppet-fhews, which feem to be copied from the old farces, Punch fometimes fights the Devil, and always overcomes him. I fuppofe the Vice of the old farce, to whom Punch fucceeds, used to fight the Devil with a wooden dagger. 2 Perdurable means latting.

pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or That I have fin'd thefe bones of mine for ranfom? the magnanimous, are all one reckonings, fave the Com'ft thou again for ranfom?

phrafe is a little variations.

Mont. No, great king:

Gow. I think, Alexander the Great was born I come to thee for charitable licence, in Macedon; his father was called-Philip of Ma-That we may wander o'er this bloody field, cedon, as I take it. To book our dead, and then to bury them;

Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where Alex-To fort our nobles from our common men; ander is porn. I tell you, captain,-If you look For many of our princes (woe the while!) in the maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you fhall find, Lie drown'd and foak'd in mercenary 2 blood: in the comparisons between Macedon and Mon- So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs mouth, that the fituations, look you, is both alike. In blood of princes; while their wounded steeds There is a river in Macedon; and there is alfo, Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild rage, moreover, a river at Monmouth: it is call'd Wye, Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters, at Monmouth; but it is out of my prains, what is Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king, the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis To view the field in fafety, and difpofe fo like as my fingers is to my fingers, and there Of their dead bodies. is falmons in both. If you mark Alexander's life well, Harry of Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent well; for there figures in all things. Alexander (Got knows, and you know) in his rages, and his furies, and his wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and his difpleafures, and his indignations, and alfo being a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and his angers, look you, kill his peft friend Clytus.

Gow. Our king is not like him in that; he never kill'd any of his friends.

K. Henry. I tell thee truly, herald,
I know not, if the day be ours, or no;
For yet a many of your horfemen peer,
And gallop o'er the field.

Mont. The day is yours.

K. Henry. Praifed be God, and not our strength,
for it!-

What is this caftle call'd, that stands hard by?
Mont. They call it—Agincourt. [court,
K. Homy. Then call we this--the field of Agin-
Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.

Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't the tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end please your majefty, and your great-uncle Edward and finish'd. I fpeak but in figures and compa-the plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the rifons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Cly- chronicles, fought a moft prave pattle here in tus, being in his ales and his cups; fo alfo Harry France. 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 jefts, and gypes, and knaveries, and mocks; I am forget his

hame.

Gow. Sir John Falstaff.

K. Henry. They did, Fluellen.

Flu. Your majetty fays very true: If your majefties is remember'd of it, the Welchmen did goot fervice in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps; which, your majetty knows, to this hour is an honourable padge

Flu. That is he: I tell you, there is goot men of the fervice: and, I do believe, your majefty porn at Monmouth.

Gow. Here comes his majesty.

takes no fcorn to wear the leek upon faint Tavy's day.

Alarum. Enter King Henry, Warwick, Glufter, For I am Welch, you know, good countryman. K. Henry. I wear it for a memorable honour :

Exeter, &c. Flourish.

Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your

K. Henry. I was not angry fince I came to majefty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell

France,

I

Until this inftant.-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 fight:
If they'll do neither, we will come to them;
And make them fkir away, as fwift as ftones
Enforced from the old Allyrian flings:
Befides, we'll cut the throats of thote we have;
And not a man of them, that we shall take,
Shall tafte our mercy :-Go, and tell them fo.
Enter Montjoy.

you that: Got plefs and preferve it, as long as it pleafes his grace and his majefty too!

K. Henry. Thanks, good my countryman.

Flu. By Chefhu, I am your majesty's countryman, I care not who know it; I will confefs it to all the 'orld: I need not to be ashamed of your majefty, praised be Got, fo long as your majefty is Ian honeft man.

K. Henry. God keep me fo!-Our heralds go with him;

Enter Williams.

Bring me juft notice of the numbers dead

Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my On both our parts.-
liege.

Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be.
K. Homy. How now! what means their herald?

Kitow'ft thou not,

-Call yonder fellow hither.
[Exeunt Montjoy and others.

Exe. Soldier, you must come to the king.
K. Henry. Soldier, why wear'ft thou that glove,

in thy cap?

1 See note 7, p. 384. 2 Mercenary here means common or hired blood. The gentlemen of the army ferved at their own charge, in confequence of their tenures.

Will. An't please your majefty, 'tis the gage of Some fudden mischief may arife of it; one that I fhould fight withal, if he be alive.

For I do know Fuellen valiant,

And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder,
And quickly he'll return an injury :
Follow, and fee there be no harm between them.-
Go you with me, uncle of Exeter. [Exeunt.

SCENE VIII.

Before King Henry's Pavilion.
Enter Gower and Wiliams.

Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain.
Enter Fluellen.

Fla. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I pe feech you now, come apace to the king: there is more goot toward you, peradventure, than is in your knowledge to dream of.

Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himfelf, it is ne-a ceflary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath if he be perjur'd, fee you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain, and a jack-fauce, as ever his plack fhoe trod upon Got's ground and his earth, in my confcience, la.

K. Henry. Then keep thy vow, firrah, when thou meet'ft the fellow.

Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.

K. Henry. Who servest thou under?

Will. Under Captain Gower, my liege.

Flu. Gower is a goot captain; and is goo in his majesty's name, apprehend him; he's a friend knowledge and literature in the wars.

K. Henry. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for me, and stick it in thy cap: When Alen-Got for it) a moft contagious treafon come to light, con and myself were down together, I pluck'd this glove from his helm: if any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alencon, and an enemy to our perfon; if thou encounter any fuch, apprehend him, an thou doft love me.

1 High rank. 2 Meaning, a man of fuch ftation as is not bound to hazard his perfon to anfwer to a challenge from one of the foldier's low degree. 3 The Revifal reads, very plausibly, " in two plows." The quarto reads, I will give treafon his due prefently. 4 It must be, give me my glove; for of the foldier's glove the king had not the fellow. K. Henry,

M m 4

K. Henry. How canft thou make me fatisfaction? | Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which, Will. All offences, my liege, come from the Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights: heart: never came any from mine, that might So that, in these ten thousand they have loft, offend your majesty. There are but fixteen hundred mercenaries 1; The reft are princes, barons, lords, knights, And gentlemen of blood and quality. ['fquires,

K. Hemy. It was ourself thou didst abuse. Will. Your majefty came not like yourfelf: you appear'd to me but as a common man; wit-The names of those their nobles that lie dead,— nefs the night, your garments, your lowlinefs; and what your highness fuffer'd under that shape, I befeech 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 highnefs, pardon me.

Charles De-la-bret 2, high conftable of France;
Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France;
The mafter of the cross-bows, lord Rambures;
Great mafter of France, the brave Sir Guichard
Dauphin;

John duke of Alencon; Anthony duke of Brabant,

K. Hen. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with The brother to the duke of Burgundy;

crowns,

And give it to this fellow.-Keep it, fellow;
And wear it for an honour in thy cap,

And Edward duke of Bar: of lufty earls,
Grandpré, and Roufli, Fauconberg and Foix,
Beaumont, and Marle, Vaudemont, and Leftrale.
Here was a royal fellowship of death !--
Where is the number of our English dead? [folk,
Exe. Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suf-
Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam efquire:
None elfe of name; and, of all other men,

Till I do challenge it. Give him the crowns :----
And, captain, you must needs be friends with him.
F.. 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 ferve Got, and
keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quar-But five and twenty.
rels, and diffenfions, and, I warrant you, it is the
petter for you.

Will. I will none of your money.

K. Hen. O God, thy arm was here!
And not to us, but to thy arm alone,
Afcribe we all.--When, without stratagem,

Flu. It is with a goot will; I can tell you, it But in plain fhock and even play of battle, will ferve you to mend your shoes: Come, where-Was ever known fo great and little loss, fore fhould you be fo pashful? your fhoes is not fo goot: 'tis a goot filling, I warrant you, or 1 will change it.

Enter Herald.

K. Hen. Now, herald; are the dead number'd?
Her. Here is the number of the flaughter'd French.
K. Hen. What prifoners of good fort are taken,

uncle ?

[king; Ext. Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the John duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt:

On one part and on the other ?-Take it, God,
For it is only thine!

Exe. 'Tis wonderful!

K. Hen. Come, go we in proceffion to the village:
And be it death proclaimed through our host,
To boast of this, or take that praife from God,
Which is his only.

Flu. Is it not lawful, an pleafe your majefty, to
tell how many is kill'd?
[ledgment,

K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknow

Of other lords, and barons, knights, and 'fquires,That God fought for us.
Full fifteen hundred, befides common men.

K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand
French,
[ber,
That in the field lie flain: of princes, in this num-
And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
One hundred twenty-fix: added to thefe,
Or knights, efquires, and gallant gentlemen,

Flu. Yes, my confcience, he did us great goot.
K. Hen. Do we all holy rites;

Let there be tung Nox nobis and Te Deum.
The dead with charity enclos'd in clay,
We'll then to Calais; and to England then;
Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men.
[Exeunt,

Be here prefented. Now we bear the king [seen,

Chorus.OUCHSAFE, to thofe that have not Toward Calais : grant him there; and there being

read the story,

That I may prompt them: and for fuch as have,
I humbly pray them to admit the excuse
Of time, of numbers, and due courte of things,
Which cannot in their huge and proper life

Heave him away upon your winged thoughts
Athwart the fea: behold, the Englith beach
Pales in the flood with men, with wives, and boys,
Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouth'd
fea,

* See note, P. 534. 2 De-la-bret here, as in a former paffage, fhould be Charles D'Albret, would the mealure permit of fuch a change. 3 The king (lay the Chronicles) caused the psalm, in exity ifruel de Agypto (in which, according to the Vulgate, is included the pfalm, Non nobis, Domine, &c.) to be fung atter the victory.