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SCENE III.-The English Camp.
Enter the English Host; GLOUCESTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, SALISBURY, and WESTMORELAND. Glou. Where is the king?
Bed. The king himself is rode to view their battle.
West. Of fighting men they have full threescore thousand.
Exe. There's five to one; besides, they all are fresh.
Sal. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds. God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge: If we no more meet till we meet in heaven, Then, joyfully, my noble Lord of Bedford, My dear Lord Gloucester, and my good Lord Exeter,
And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu ! Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck go with thee! Exe. Farewell, kind lord. day:
Fight valiantly to
And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour. Exit SALISBURY.
Bed. He is as full of valour as of kindness; Princely in both.
K. Hen. What's he that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin : If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more, methinks, would share from me, For the best hope I have. O! do not wish one
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed:
The French are bravely in their battles set,
K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds be so. West. Perish the man whose mind is backward now!
K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from England, coz?
West. God's will! my liege, would you and I alone,
Without more help, could fight this royal battle! K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five thousand men ;
Which likes me better than to wish us one. You know your places: God be with you all!
Tucket. Enter MONTJOY.
Mont. Once more I come to know of thee,
If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, *
K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer back:
Bid them achieve me and then sell my bones. Good God! why should they mock poor fellows thus ?
The man that once did sell the lion's skin
And draw their honours reeking up to heaven,
Let me speak proudly: tell the constable
But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim;
Or I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat
Fr. Sold. Est il impossible d'eschapper la force
de ton bras?
Pist. Brass, cur!
Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat, 20 Offer'st me brass?
Fr. Sold. O pardonnez moy!
Fr. Sold. Petit monsieur, que dit-il ? Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement de pardonner aucun prisonnier; neant-moins, pour les escus que vous l'avez promis, il est content de vous donner la liberté, le franchisement.
Fr. Sold. Sur mes genoux je vous donne mille remerciemens; et je m'estime heureux que je suis tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave, vaillant, et très-distingué seigneur d'Angleterre. 60 Pist. Expound unto me, boy.
Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand thanks; and he esteems himself happy that he hath fallen into the hands of one, as he thinks, the most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of England.
Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show. Follow me!
Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine.
Exeunt PISTOL and French Soldier. I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true, 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.' Bardolph and Nym had ten times more valour than this roaring devil i' the old play, that every one may pare his nails with a wooden dagger; and they are both hanged; and so would this be if he durst steal any thing adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys, with the luggage of our camp: the French might have a good prey of us if he knew of it; for there is none to guard it but boys. Exit. 81
SCENE V.-Another Part of the Field.
Orl. O seigneur ! le jour est perdu ! tout est perdu!
Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys? Reproach and everlasting shame
Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us burned and carried away all that was in the
Exe. In which array, brave soldier, doth he lie, Larding the plain; and by his bloody side, Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds, The noble Earl of Suffolk also lies. Suffolk first died; and York, all haggled over, Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd, And takes him by the beard, kisses the gashes That bloodily did yawn upon his face; And cries aloud, Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk! My soul shall thine keep company to heaven; Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly abreast, As in this glorious and well-foughten field We kept together in our chivalry!' Upon these words I came and cheer'd him up; He smil'd me in the face, raught me his hand, And, with a feeble gripe, says 'Dear my lord, Commend my service to my sovereign." So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips; And so espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd A testament of noble-ending love. The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd Those waters from me which I would have
But I had not so much of man in me,
Alarum. But, hark! what new alarum is this same ?
king's tent; wherefore the king most worthily hath caused every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O! 'tis a gallant king. Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, Captain Gower. What call you the town's name where Alexander the Pig was born?
Gow. Alexander the Great.
Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig great? the pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the phrase is a little variations.
Gow. I think Alexander the Great was born in Macedon his father was called Philip of Macedon, as I take it.
Flu. I think it is in Macedon where Alexander is porn. I tell you, captain, if you look in the maps of the 'orld, I warrant you sall find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations, look you, is both alike. There is a river in Macedon, and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth: it is called Wye at Monmouth; but it is out of my prains what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both. If you mark Alexander's life well, Harry of Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent well; for there is figures in all things. Alexander, God knows, and you know, in his rages, and his furies, and his wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and his displeasures, and his indignations, and also being a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and his angers, look you, kill his pest friend, Cleitus.
Gow. Our king is not like him in that: he never killed any of his friends.
Flu. It is not well done, mark you now. to take the tales out of my mouth, ere it is made and finished. I speak but in the figures and comparisons of it: as Alexander killed his friend Cleitus, being in his ales and his cups, so also Harry Monmouth, being in his right wits and his good judgments, turned away the fat knight with the great belly-doublet: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks; I have forgot his name.
Gow. Sir John Falstaff.
Flu. That is he. I'll tell you there is good men porn at Monmouth.
Gow. Here comes his majesty.
Alarum. Enter King HENRY, with a Part of the English Forces; WARWICK, GLOUCESTER, EXETER, and Others.
K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to France Until this instant. Take a trumpet, herald;
Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill:
Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my liege.
Glou. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be. K. Hen. How now! what means this, herald? know'st thou not
That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ransom?
I tell thee truly, herald, I know not if the day be ours or no ; For yet a many of your horsemen peer And gallop o'er the field.
The day is yours.
K. Hen. Praised be God, and not our strength, for it! What is this castle call'd that stands hard by? Mont. They call it Agincourt.
K. Hen. Then call we this the field of Agincourt,
Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.
Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an 't please your majesty, and your great-uncle Edward the Plack Prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in France.
K. Hen. They did, Fluellen.
Flu. Your majesty says very true. If your majesties is remembered of it, the Welshmen did good service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps; which, your majesty know, to this hour is an honourable badge of the service; and I do believe your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's day.
K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour; For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman. Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, tell you that: God pless it and preserve it, as long as it pleases his grace, and his majesty too! K. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman. Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's countryman, I care not who know it; I will confess it to all the 'orld: I need not to be ashamed of your majesty, praised be God, so long as your majesty is an honest man.
K. Hen. God keep me so! Our heralds go with him:
Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
Exe. Soldier, you must come to the king. K. Hen. Soldier, why wearest thou that glove in thy cap?
Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of one that I should fight withal, if he be alive. K. Hen. An Englishman?
Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal that swaggered with me last night; who, if a' live and ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to take him a box o' the ear: or if I can see my glove in his cap, which he swore as he was a soldier he would wear if alive, I will strike it out soundly.
K. Hen. What think you, Captain Fluellen? is it fit this soldier keep his oath ?
Flu. He is a craven and a villain else, an 't please your majesty, in my conscience.
K. Hen. It may be his enemy is a gentleman of great sort, quite from the answer of his degree.
Flu. Though he be as good a gentleman as the devil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath. If he be perjured, see you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain and a Jacksauce as ever his black shoe trod upon God's ground and his earth, in my conscience, la!
K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meetest the fellow.
Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.
Will. Under Captain Gower, my liege.
Flu. Gower is a good captain, and is good knowledge, and literatured in the wars. K. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier. Will. I will, my liege.
K. Hen. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for me and stick it in thy cap. When Alençon and myself were down together I plucked this glove from his helm: if any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alençon, and an enemy to our person; if thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an thou dost me love.
Flu. Your grace does me as great honours as can be desired in the hearts of his subjects: I would fain see the man that has but two legs that shall find himself aggriefed at this glove, that is all; but I would fain see it once, and please God of his grace that I might see. K. Hen. Knowest thou Gower? Flu. He is my dear friend, an 't please you. K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to my tent.
Flu. I will fetch him.
SCENE VIII-Before King HENRY'S Pavilion.
Flu. God's will and his pleasure, captain, I peseech you now come apace to the king: there is more good toward you peradventure than is in your knowledge to dream of.
Will. Sir, know you this glove?
ness 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;
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 God, and keep you out of prawls, and prabbles,
Flu. Know the glove! I know the glove is a and quarrels, and dissensions, and, I warrant glove.
Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it. Strikes him. Flu. 'Sblood! 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 GLOUCESTER. War. How now, how now! what's the matter? Flu. My Lord of Warwick, here is, praised be God 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. Ilen. How now! what's the matter? 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, lousy knave it is. I hope your majesty is pear me testimony and witness, and will avouchment that this is the glove of Alençon that your majesty is give me; in your conscience now?
you, it is the petter for you.
Will. I will none of your money.
Flu. It is with a good will; I can tell you it will serve you to mend your shoes: come, wherefore should you be so pashful? your shoes is not so good: 'tis a good silling, I warrant you, or I will change it.
Exe. 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,
And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
And gentlemen of blood and quality.