Enters a Captaine. Cap. How now what make you here, So farre from the Campe? 2. Soul. Shal me tel our captain, what we haue done here? Drum. Awée, awée. [Exeunt Drum and one Souldier. 2. Soul. I wil tel you what whe haue doune, We haue bene troing on shance on the Dice, But none can win the king. Cap. I thinke so, why he is left behind for me, 2. Soul. Oh braue Captaine. Cap. I am glad, and yet with a kindle of pitie, To see the poore king. Why, who euer saw a more flourishing armie in France In one day, then here is? Are not here all the Péeres of France? Are not here the Normans with their firie hand-Gunnes, and slaunching Curtleaxes? Are not here the Barbarians with their bard horses, And lanching speares? Are not here Pickardes with their crosbowes & piercing Dartes. The Henues with their cutting Glaues, and sharpe Carbuckles. Are not here the Lance knights of Burgondie? And on the other side, a site of poore English scabs? And his stale drinke, but one moneth, Why take an English man out of his warme bed And alas what wil become of him? But giue the Frenchman a Reddish roote, And he wil liue with it all the dayes of his life. [Exit. 2. Soul. Oh the braue apparel that we shall haue of the English mans. [Exit. Enters the King of England, and his Lords. Hen. V. Come my Lords and fellows of armes, What company is there of the French men? Oxf. And it please your Maiestie, Our Captaines haue numbred them, And so neare as they can iudge, They are about thréescore thousand horsemen, And fortie thousand footemen. Hen V. They thréescore thousand, And we but two thousand. They thréescore thousand footemen, They are a hundred thousand, Feare not, your quarrel is good, and God wil defend you : Now my Lords, I wil that my vncle the Duke of Yorke, The Earle of Darby, the Earle of Oxford, The Earle of Kent, the Earle of Nottingham, The Earle of Huntington, I wil haue beside the army, That they may come fresh vpon them. And I my selfe with the Duke of Bedford, The Duke of Clarence and the Duke of Gloster, Wil be in the midst of the battell. Furthermore, I wil that my Lord of Willowby, And the Earle of Northumberland, With their troupes of horsemen, be cōtinually running like Wings on both sides of the army: My Lord of Northumberland, on the left wing. Then I wil that euery archer prouide him a stake of A trée, and sharpe it at both endes, And at the first encounter of the horsemen, To pitch their stakes downe into the ground before them, And then to recoyle backe, and shoote wholly altogither, Oxf. And it please you Maiestie, I wil take that in charge, if your grace be therwith cōtent. Oxf. I thanke your highnesse. Hen. V. Well my Lords, our battels are ordeined, [Exit. The Trumpet soundes. Soft, here comes some other French message. Enters Herauld. Her. King of England, my Lord high Constable, And other of my Lords, considering the poore estate of hée And thy poore Country men, Sends me to know what thou wilt giue for thy ransome? Hen. V. Why then belike your high Constable, Now trust me Herald, not so much as a tun of tennis-bals, Rather shall my bodie lie dead in the field to féed crowes, For my bodie. Her. A kingly resolution. Hen. V. No Herald, tis a kingly resolution, And the resolution of a king: Here take this for thy paines. But stay my Lords, what time is it? All. Prime my Lord. Hen. V. Then is it good time no doubt, For all England praieth for vs : [Exit Herald. What my Lords, me thinks you looke chéerfully vpon me? With me throw vp your caps, and for England, Cry S. George, and God and S. George helpe vs. [Strike Drummer, Exeunt omnes. The Frenchmen crie within, S. Dennis, S. Dennis, Mount Ioy, S. Dennis. The Battell. Enters King of England, and his Lords. Hen. V. Come my Lords come, by this time our But my Lords, which of you can tell me how many of our Oxf. And it please your Maiestie, There are of the French armie slaine Aboue ten thousand, twentie sixe hundred Whereof are Princes and Nobles bearing banners: Hen. V. For the good Duke of Yorke my vncle, Here comes another French message. [Sound Trumpet. Enters a Herald and kneeleth. Her. God saue the life of the most mightie Conqueror, The honourable king of England. Hen. V. Now Herald, me thinks the world is changed With you now, what I am sure it is a great disgrace for a Herald to kneele to the king of England, What is thy message? Her. My Lord & maister, the conquered king of France, Sends thée long health, with heartie greeting. Hen. V. Herald, his greetings are welcome, But I thanke God for my health: Well Herald, say on. Her. He hath sent me to desire you Maiestie, To giue him leaue to go into the field to view his poore Let him bury them a Gods name. But I pray thée Herald, where is my Lord hie Constable, Her. And it please your Maiestie, He was slaine in the battell. Hen. V. Why you may sée, you will make your selues What Castle is this so néere adioyning to our Campe? Tis cald the Castle of Agincourt. Hen. V. Well then my lords of England, For the more honour of our English men, I will that this be for euer cald the battell of Agincourt. Her. And it please your Maiestie, I haue a further message to deliuer to your Maiestie. Her. And it please your Maiestie, my Lord and mais: er, Craues to parley with your Maiestie. Hen. V. With a good will, so some of my Nobles View the place for feare of trecherie and treason. [Exit Herald. To view my country men, and to haue them honourably [Exeunt omnes Enters IOHN COBLER and ROBBIN PEWTEREB. Robin. Now Iohn Cobler, Didst thou sée how the King did behaue himselfe? Robin. I Iohn, there was a braue pollicie. Enters an English Souldier roming. Soul. What are you my maisters ? Both. Why we be English men. Soul. Are you English men, then change your language, For all the Kings Tents are set a fire, And all they that speake English will be kild. Iohn. What shall we do Robin? faith ile shift, For I can speake broken French. Robin. Faith so can I, lets heare how thou canst speak. Iohn. Thats well, come lets begone. [Drum and Trumpet sounds. Enters DERICKE roming. After him a Frenchman, and takes him prisoner. Der. O good Mounser. French. Come, come, you villeaco. French. Come quickly you pesant. I will giue you as many crowns as will lie on your sword. As will lie on my sword? Der. I marrie will I, but you must lay downe your Sword, or else they will not lie on y、 ur sworde. [Here the Frenchman layes downe his sword, and the clowne takes it tp, and hurles him downe. Der. Thou villaine, darest thou looke vp? French. O good Mounsier comparte le Monsieur pardon me. Der. O you villaine, now you lie at my mercie, Doest thou remember since thou lambst me in thy short el? O villaine, now I will strike off thy head. [Here whiles he turnes his back, the Frenchman runnes his wayes. |