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KING HENRY V
DRAMATIS PERSONAE

KING HENRY      the Fifth. (KING HENRY V)

DUKE OF GLOUCESTER      (GLOUCESTER:)   |
                |  brothers to the King.
DUKE OF BEDFORD (BEDFORD:)      |

DUKE OF YORK    cousin to the King. (YORK:)

EARL OF SALISBURY       (SALISBURY:)

BISHOP OF
CANTERBURY      (CANTERBURY:)

BISHOP OF ELY   (ELY:)

EARL OF CAMBRIDGE       (CAMBRIDGE:)

SIR
THOMAS ERPINGHAM        (ERPINGHAM:)    |
                |
GOWER           |
                |
FLUELLEN                |  Officers in King Henry's army.
                |
MACMORRIS               |
                |
JAMY            |

BATES

|
|

COURT

| soldiers in the same.
|

WILLIAMS        |

Boy
A Herald.

CHARLES the Sixth       King of France. (KING OF FRANCE:) (FRENCH KING:)

LEWIS   the Dauphin. (DAUPHIN:)

DUKE OF BURGUNDY        (BURGUNDY:)

The Constable of France. (Constable:)

RAMBURES        |
        |  French Lords.
GRANDPRE        |

GOVERNOR        of Harfleur.

Ambassadors to the King of England.

KATHARINE       daughter to Charles and Isabel.

Hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap formerly
Mistress Quickly, and now married to Pistol. Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Citizens, Messengers, and Attendants. Chorus.
(Hostess:)
(First Ambassador:)
(Messenger:)
(French Soldier:)

KING HENRY V
PROLOGUE
[Enter Chorus]

Chorus

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire Crouch for employment. But pardon, and gentles all, The flat unraised spirits that have dared On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object: can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt? O, pardon! since a crooked figure may Attest in little place a million; And let us, ciphers to this great accompt, On your imaginary forces work. Suppose within the girdle of these walls Are now confined two mighty monarchies, Whose high upreared and abutting fronts The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder: Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts; Into a thousand parts divide on man, And make imaginary puissance; Think when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth; For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times, Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hour-glass: for the which supply, Admit me Chorus to this history; Who prologue-like your humble patience pray, Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.

[Exit]
KING HENRY V

[Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY, and the BISHOP OF ELY]

CANTERBURY      My lord, I'll tell you; that self bill is urged,
        Which in the eleventh year of the last king's reign
        Was like, and had indeed against us pass'd,
        But that the scambling and unquiet time
        Did push it out of farther question.

ELY     But how, my lord, shall we resist it now?

CANTERBURY      It must be thought on. If it pass against us,
        We lose the better half of our possession:
        For all the temporal lands which men devout
        By testament have given to the church
        Would they strip from us; being valued thus:

As much as would maintain, to the king's honour, Full fifteen earls and fifteen hundred knights, Six thousand and two hundred good esquires; And, to relief of lazars and weak age,
Of indigent faint souls past corporal toil. A hundred almshouses right well supplied;
And to the coffers of the king beside,
A thousand pounds by the year: thus runs the bill.

ELY     This would drink deep.

CANTERBURY      'Twould drink the cup and all.

ELY     But what prevention?

CANTERBURY      The king is full of grace and fair regard.

ELY     And a true lover of the holy church.

CANTERBURY      The courses of his youth promised it not.
        The breath no sooner left his father's body,
        But that his wildness, mortified in him,
        Seem'd to die too; yea, at that very moment
        Consideration, like an angel, came

And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him,
Leaving his body as a paradise,
To envelop and contain celestial spirits.
Never was such a sudden scholar made;
Never came reformation in a flood,
With such a heady currance, scouring faults Nor never Hydra-headed wilfulness
So soon did lose his seat and all at once
As in this king.

ELY                       We are blessed in the change.

CANTERBURY      Hear him but reason in divinity,
        And all-admiring with an inward wish
        You would desire the king were made a prelate:
        Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs,
        You would say it hath been all in all his study:

List his discourse of war, and you shall hear A fearful battle render'd you in music:
Turn him to any cause of policy,
The Gordian knot of it he will unloose,
Familiar as his garter: that, when he speaks, The air, a charter'd libertine, is still,
And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears,
To steal his sweet and honey'd sentences;
So that the art and practic part of life
Must be the mistress to this theoric:
Which is a wonder how his grace should glean it, Since his addiction was to courses vain,
His companies unletter'd, rude and shallow, His hours fill'd up with riots, banquets, sports, And never noted in him any study,
Any retirement, any sequestration
From open haunts and popularity.

ELY

The strawberry grows underneath the nettle
And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality: And so the prince obscured his contemplation Under the veil of wildness; which, no doubt, Grew like the summer grass, fastest by night, Unseen, yet crescive in his faculty.

CANTERBURY      It must be so; for miracles are ceased;
        And therefore we must needs admit the means
        How things are perfected.

ELY

But, my good lord,
How now for mitigation of this bill Urged by the commons? Doth his majesty Incline to it, or no?

CANTERBURY      He seems indifferent,
        Or rather swaying more upon our part
        Than cherishing the exhibiters against us;
        For I have made an offer to his majesty,
        Upon our spiritual convocation

And in regard of causes now in hand,
Which I have open'd to his grace at large,
As touching France, to give a greater sum
Than ever at one time the clergy yet
Did to his predecessors part withal.

ELY     How did this offer seem received, my lord?

CANTERBURY      With good acceptance of his majesty;
        Save that there was not time enough to hear,
        As I perceived his grace would fain have done,
        The severals and unhidden passages
        Of his true titles to some certain dukedoms

And generally to the crown and seat of France Derived from Edward, his great-grandfather.

ELY     What was the impediment that broke this off?

CANTERBURY      The French ambassador upon that instant
        Craved audience; and the hour, I think, is come
        To give him hearing: is it four o'clock?

ELY     It is.

CANTERBURY      Then go we in, to know his embassy;
        Which I could with a ready guess declare,
        Before the Frenchman speak a word of it.

ELY

I'll wait upon you, and I long to hear it.

[Exeunt]
KING HENRY V

SCENE II        The same. The Presence chamber.

[Enter KING HENRY V, GLOUCESTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, WARWICK, WESTMORELAND, and Attendants]

Before we hear him, of some things of weight That task our thoughts, concerning us and France.
[Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY, and the BISHOP of ELY]

CANTERBURY      God and his angels guard your sacred throne
        And make you long become it!

My learned lord, we pray you to proceed
And justly and religiously unfold
Why the law Salique that they have in France Or should, or should not, bar us in our claim: And God forbid, my dear and faithful lord,
That you should fashion, wrest, or bow your reading, Or nicely charge your understanding soul
With opening titles miscreate, whose right
Suits not in native colours with the truth; For God doth know how many now in health
Shall drop their blood in approbation
Of what your reverence shall incite us to.
Therefore take heed how you impawn our person, How you awake our sleeping sword of war:
We charge you, in the name of God, take heed; For never two such kingdoms did contend
Without much fall of blood; whose guiltless drops Are every one a woe, a sore complaint
'Gainst him whose wrong gives edge unto the swords That make such waste in brief mortality.
Under this conjuration, speak, my lord;
For we will hear, note and believe in heart That what you speak is in your conscience wash'd As pure as sin with baptism.

CANTERBURY      Then hear me, gracious sovereign, and you peers,
        That owe yourselves, your lives and services
        To this imperial throne. There is no bar
        To make against your highness' claim to France
        But this, which they produce from Pharamond,

'In terram Salicam mulieres ne succedant:'
'No woman shall succeed in Salique land:'
Which Salique land the French unjustly gloze To be the realm of France, and Pharamond
The founder of this law and female bar.
Yet their own authors faithfully affirm
That the land Salique is in Germany,
Between the floods of Sala and of Elbe;
Where Charles the Great, having subdued the Saxons, There left behind and settled certain French; Who, holding in disdain the German women
For some dishonest manners of their life,
Establish'd then this law; to wit, no female Should be inheritrix in Salique land:
Which Salique, as I said, 'twixt Elbe and Sala, Is at this day in Germany call'd Meisen.
Then doth it well appear that Salique law
Was not devised for the realm of France:
Nor did the French possess the Salique land Until four hundred one and twenty years
After defunction of King Pharamond,
Idly supposed the founder of this law;
Who died within the year of our redemption
Four hundred twenty-six; and Charles the Great Subdued the Saxons, and did seat the French Beyond the river Sala, in the year
Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say, King Pepin, which deposed Childeric,
Did, as heir general, being descended
Of Blithild, which was daughter to King Clothair, Make claim and title to the crown of France. Hugh Capet also, who usurped the crown
Of Charles the duke of Lorraine, sole heir male Of the true line and stock of Charles the Great, To find his title with some shows of truth, 'Through, in pure truth, it was corrupt and naught, Convey'd himself as heir to the Lady Lingare, Daughter to Charlemain, who was the son
To Lewis the emperor, and Lewis the son
Of Charles the Great. Also King Lewis the Tenth, Who was sole heir to the usurper Capet,
Could not keep quiet in his conscience,
Wearing the crown of France, till satisfied That fair Queen Isabel, his grandmother,
Was lineal of the Lady Ermengare,
Daughter to Charles the foresaid duke of Lorraine: By the which marriage the line of Charles the Great Was re-united to the crown of France.
So that, as clear as is the summer's sun.
King Pepin's title and Hugh Capet's claim,
King Lewis his satisfaction, all appear
To hold in right and title of the female:
So do the kings of France unto this day;
Howbeit they would hold up this Salique law To bar your highness claiming from the female, And rather choose to hide them in a net
Than amply to imbar their crooked titles
Usurp'd from you and your progenitors.

KING HENRY V    May I with right and conscience make this claim?

CANTERBURY      The sin upon my head, dread sovereign!
        For in the book of Numbers is it writ,
        When the man dies, let the inheritance
        Descend unto the daughter. Gracious lord,
        Stand for your own; unwind your bloody flag;

Look back into your mighty ancestors:
Go, my dread lord, to your great-grandsire's tomb, From whom you claim; invoke his warlike spirit, And your great-uncle's, Edward the Black Prince, Who on the French ground play'd a tragedy,
Making defeat on the full power of France,
Whiles his most mighty father on a hill
Stood smiling to behold his lion's whelp
Forage in blood of French nobility.
O noble English. that could entertain
With half their forces the full Pride of France And let another half stand laughing by,
All out of work and cold for action!

ELY

Awake remembrance of these valiant dead
And with your puissant arm renew their feats: You are their heir; you sit upon their throne; The blood and courage that renowned them Runs in your veins; and my thrice-puissant liege Is in the very May-morn of his youth, Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises.

EXETER

Your brother kings and monarchs of the earth Do all expect that you should rouse yourself, As did the former lions of your blood.

So hath your highness; never king of England Had nobles richer and more loyal subjects,
Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England And lie pavilion'd in the fields of France.

CANTERBURY      O, let their bodies follow, my dear liege,
        With blood and sword and fire to win your right;
        In aid whereof we of the spiritualty
        Will raise your highness such a mighty sum
        As never did the clergy at one time

Bring in to any of your ancestors.

But lay down our proportions to defend
Against the Scot, who will make road upon us With all advantages.

CANTERBURY      They of those marches, gracious sovereign,
        Shall be a wall sufficient to defend
        Our inland from the pilfering borderers.

But fear the main intendment of the Scot,
Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to us; For you shall read that my great-grandfather Never went with his forces into France
But that the Scot on his unfurnish'd kingdom Came pouring, like the tide into a breach,
With ample and brim fulness of his force,
Galling the gleaned land with hot assays,
Girding with grievous siege castles and towns; That England, being empty of defence,
Hath shook and trembled at the ill neighbourhood.

CANTERBURY      She hath been then more fear'd than harm'd, my liege;
        For hear her but exampled by herself:
        When all her chivalry hath been in France
        And she a mourning widow of her nobles,
        She hath herself not only well defended

But taken and impounded as a stray
The King of Scots; whom she did send to France, To fill King Edward's fame with prisoner kings And make her chronicle as rich with praise
As is the ooze and bottom of the sea
With sunken wreck and sunless treasuries.

'If that you will France win,
Then with Scotland first begin:'
For once the eagle England being in prey,
To her unguarded nest the weasel Scot
Comes sneaking and so sucks her princely eggs, Playing the mouse in absence of the cat,
To tear and havoc more than she can eat.

EXETER

It follows then the cat must stay at home:
Yet that is but a crush'd necessity, Since we have locks to safeguard necessaries, And pretty traps to catch the petty thieves. While that the armed hand doth fight abroad, The advised head defends itself at home; For government, though high and low and lower, Put into parts, doth keep in one consent, Congreeing in a full and natural close, Like music.

CANTERBURY                Therefore doth heaven divide
        The state of man in divers functions,
        Setting endeavour in continual motion;
        To which is fixed, as an aim or butt,
        Obedience: for so work the honey-bees,

Creatures that by a rule in nature teach
The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
They have a king and officers of sorts;
Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds,
Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor;
Who, busied in his majesty, surveys
The singing masons building roofs of gold,
The civil citizens kneading up the honey,
The poor mechanic porters crowding in
Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate,
The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,
Delivering o'er to executors pale
The lazy yawning drone. I this infer,
That many things, having full reference
To one consent, may work contrariously:
As many arrows, loosed several ways,
Come to one mark; as many ways meet in one town; As many fresh streams meet in one salt sea; As many lines close in the dial's centre;
So may a thousand actions, once afoot.
End in one purpose, and be all well borne
Without defeat. Therefore to France, my liege. Divide your happy England into four;
Whereof take you one quarter into France,
And you withal shall make all Gallia shake. If we, with thrice such powers left at home, Cannot defend our own doors from the dog,
Let us be worried and our nation lose
The name of hardiness and policy.

[Exeunt some Attendants]
Now are we well resolved; and, by God's help, And yours, the noble sinews of our power,
France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe, Or break it all to pieces: or there we'll sit, Ruling in large and ample empery
O'er France and all her almost kingly dukedoms, Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn,
Tombless, with no remembrance over them:
Either our history shall with full mouth
Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth, Not worshipp'd with a waxen epitaph.
[Enter Ambassadors of France]
Now are we well prepared to know the pleasure Of our fair cousin Dauphin; for we hear
Your greeting is from him, not from the king.

First Ambassador        May't please your majesty to give us leave
        Freely to render what we have in charge;
        Or shall we sparingly show you far off
        The Dauphin's meaning and our embassy?

Unto whose grace our passion is as subject
As are our wretches fetter'd in our prisons: Therefore with frank and with uncurbed plainness Tell us the Dauphin's mind.

First Ambassador        Thus, then, in few.
        Your highness, lately sending into France,
        Did claim some certain dukedoms, in the right
        Of your great predecessor, King Edward the Third.
        In answer of which claim, the prince our master

Says that you savour too much of your youth, And bids you be advised there's nought in France That can be with a nimble galliard won;
You cannot revel into dukedoms there.
He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit, This tun of treasure; and, in lieu of this, Desires you let the dukedoms that you claim Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin speaks.

His present and your pains we thank you for: When we have march'd our rackets to these balls, We will, in France, by God's grace, play a set Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard. Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler That all the courts of France will be disturb'd With chaces. And we understand him well,
How he comes o'er us with our wilder days,
Not measuring what use we made of them.
We never valued this poor seat of England;
And therefore, living hence, did give ourself To barbarous licence; as 'tis ever common
That men are merriest when they are from home. But tell the Dauphin I will keep my state,
Be like a king and show my sail of greatness When I do rouse me in my throne of France:
For that I have laid by my majesty
And plodded like a man for working-days,
But I will rise there with so full a glory
That I will dazzle all the eyes of France,
Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on us. And tell the pleasant prince this mock of his Hath turn'd his balls to gun-stones; and his soul Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance That shall fly with them: for many a thousand widows Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands; Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down; And some are yet ungotten and unborn
That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn. But this lies all within the will of God,
To whom I do appeal; and in whose name
Tell you the Dauphin I am coming on,
To venge me as I may and to put forth
My rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause.
So get you hence in peace; and tell the Dauphin His jest will savour but of shallow wit,
When thousands weep more than did laugh at it. Convey them with safe conduct. Fare you well.
[Exeunt Ambassadors]

Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour
That may give furtherance to our expedition; For we have now no thought in us but France, Save those to God, that run before our business. Therefore let our proportions for these wars Be soon collected and all things thought upon That may with reasonable swiftness add
More feathers to our wings; for, God before, We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door. Therefore let every man now task his thought, That this fair action may on foot be brought.
[Exeunt. Flourish]
KING HENRY V

PROLOGUE
[Enter Chorus]

Chorus

Now all the youth of England are on fire,
And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies: Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought Reigns solely in the breast of every man: They sell the pasture now to buy the horse, Following the mirror of all Christian kings, With winged heels, as English Mercuries. For now sits Expectation in the air, And hides a sword from hilts unto the point With crowns imperial, crowns and coronets, Promised to Harry and his followers. The French, advised by good intelligence Of this most dreadful preparation, Shake in their fear and with pale policy Seek to divert the English purposes. O England! model to thy inward greatness, Like little body with a mighty heart, What mightst thou do, that honour would thee do, Were all thy children kind and natural! But see thy fault! France hath in thee found out A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills With treacherous crowns; and three corrupted men, One, Richard Earl of Cambridge, and the second, Henry Lord Scroop of Masham, and the third, Sir Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland, Have, for the gilt of France,--O guilt indeed! Confirm'd conspiracy with fearful France; And by their hands this grace of kings must die, If hell and treason hold their promises, Ere he take ship for France, and in Southampton. Linger your patience on; and we'll digest The abuse of distance; force a play: The sum is paid; the traitors are agreed; The king is set from London; and the scene Is now transported, gentles, to Southampton; There is the playhouse now, there must you sit: And thence to France shall we convey you safe, And bring you back, charming the narrow seas To give you gentle pass; for, if we may, We'll not offend one stomach with our play. But, till the king come forth, and not till then, Unto Southampton do we shift our scene.

[Exit]
KING HENRY V

[Enter Corporal NYM and Lieutenant BARDOLPH]

BARDOLPH        Well met, Corporal Nym.

NYM     Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph.

BARDOLPH        What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends yet?

NYM

For my part, I care not: I say little; but when time shall serve, there shall be smiles; but that shall be as it may. I dare not fight; but I will wink and hold out mine iron: it is a simple one; but what though? it will toast cheese, and it will endure cold as another man's sword will: and there's an end.

BARDOLPH        I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends; and
        we'll be all three sworn brothers to France: let it
        be so, good Corporal Nym.

NYM

Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's the certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I will do as I may: that is my rest, that is the rendezvous of it.

BARDOLPH        It is certain, corporal, that he is married to Nell
        Quickly: and certainly she did you wrong; for you
        were troth-plight to her.

NYM

I cannot tell: things must be as they may: men may sleep, and they may have their throats about them at that time; and some say knives have edges. It must be as it may: though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod. There must be conclusions. Well, I cannot tell.

[Enter PISTOL and Hostess]

BARDOLPH        Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife: good
        corporal, be patient here. How now, mine host Pistol!

PISTOL

Base tike, call'st thou me host? Now, by this hand, I swear, I scorn the term; Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.

Hostess

No, by my troth, not long; for we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen that live honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will be thought we keep a bawdy house straight.

[NYM and PISTOL draw]
O well a day, Lady, if he be not drawn now! we shall see wilful adultery and murder committed.

BARDOLPH        Good lieutenant! good corporal! offer nothing here.

NYM

Pish!

NYM

Will you shog off? I would have you solus.

PISTOL

'Solus,' egregious dog? O viper vile!
The 'solus' in thy most mervailous face; The 'solus' in thy teeth, and in thy throat, And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy, And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth! I do retort the 'solus' in thy bowels; For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up, And flashing fire will follow.

NYM

I am not Barbason; you cannot conjure me. I have an humour to knock you indifferently well. If you grow foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my rapier, as I may, in fair terms: if you would walk off, I would prick your guts a little, in good terms, as I may: and that's the humour of it.

PISTOL

O braggart vile and damned furious wight!
The grave doth gape, and doting death is near; Therefore exhale.

BARDOLPH        Hear me, hear me what I say: he that strikes the
        first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, as I am a soldier.

[Draws]

PISTOL

An oath of mickle might; and fury shall abate. Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give: Thy spirits are most tall.

NYM

I will cut thy throat, one time or other, in fair terms: that is the humour of it.

PISTOL

'Couple a gorge!'
That is the word. I thee defy again. O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get? No; to the spital go, And from the powdering tub of infamy Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind, Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse: I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly For the only she; and--pauca, there's enough. Go to.

[Enter the Boy]

Boy

Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master, and you, hostess: he is very sick, and would to bed. Good Bardolph, put thy face between his sheets, and do the office of a warming-pan. Faith, he's very ill.

BARDOLPH        Away, you rogue!

Hostess

By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of these days. The king has killed his heart. Good husband, come home presently.

[Exeunt Hostess and Boy]

BARDOLPH        Come, shall I make you two friends? We must to
        France together: why the devil should we keep
        knives to cut one another's throats?

NYM

You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting?

NYM

That now I will have: that's the humour of it.

[They draw]

BARDOLPH        By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I'll
        kill him; by this sword, I will.

BARDOLPH        Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends:
        an thou wilt not, why, then, be enemies with me too.
        Prithee, put up.

NYM

I shall have my eight shillings I won of you at betting?

PISTOL

A noble shalt thou have, and present pay;
And liquor likewise will I give to thee, And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood: I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me; Is not this just? for I shall sutler be Unto the camp, and profits will accrue. Give me thy hand.

NYM

I shall have my noble?

NYM

Well, then, that's the humour of't.

[Re-enter Hostess]

Hostess

As ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir John. Ah, poor heart! he is so shaked of a burning quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him.

NYM

The king hath run bad humours on the knight; that's the even of it.

PISTOL

Nym, thou hast spoke the right;
His heart is fracted and corroborate.

NYM

The king is a good king: but it must be as it may; he passes some humours and careers.

KING HENRY V

SCENE II        Southampton. A council-chamber.

[Enter EXETER, BEDFORD, and WESTMORELAND]

As if allegiance in their bosoms sat,
Crowned with faith and constant loyalty.

BEDFORD

The king hath note of all that they intend, By interception which they dream not of.

EXETER

Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow,
Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious favours, That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell His sovereign's life to death and treachery.

[Trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY V, SCROOP, CAMBRIDGE, GREY, and Attendants]

My Lord of Cambridge, and my kind Lord of Masham, And you, my gentle knight, give me your thoughts: Think you not that the powers we bear with us Will cut their passage through the force of France, Doing the execution and the act
For which we have in head assembled them?

We carry not a heart with us from hence
That grows not in a fair consent with ours, Nor leave not one behind that doth not wish Success and conquest to attend on us.

CAMBRIDGE       Never was monarch better fear'd and loved
        Than is your majesty: there's not, I think, a subject
        That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness
        Under the sweet shade of your government.

GREY

True: those that were your father's enemies Have steep'd their galls in honey and do serve you With hearts create of duty and of zeal.

And shall forget the office of our hand,
Sooner than quittance of desert and merit
According to the weight and worthiness.

SCROOP

So service shall with steeled sinews toil,
And labour shall refresh itself with hope, To do your grace incessant services.

Enlarge the man committed yesterday,
That rail'd against our person: we consider it was excess of wine that set him on;
And on his more advice we pardon him.

SCROOP

That's mercy, but too much security:
Let him be punish'd, sovereign, lest example Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind.

KING HENRY V    O, let us yet be merciful.

CAMBRIDGE       So may your highness, and yet punish too.

GREY

Sir,
You show great mercy, if you give him life, After the taste of much correction.

Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch! If little faults, proceeding on distemper,
Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd and digested, Appear before us? We'll yet enlarge that man, Though Cambridge, Scroop and Grey, in their dear care And tender preservation of our person,
Would have him punished. And now to our French causes: Who are the late commissioners?

CAMBRIDGE       I one, my lord:
        Your highness bade me ask for it to-day.

GREY

And I, my royal sovereign.

There yours, Lord Scroop of Masham; and, sir knight, Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours: Read them; and know, I know your worthiness. My Lord of Westmoreland, and uncle Exeter,
We will aboard to night. Why, how now, gentlemen! What see you in those papers that you lose
So much complexion? Look ye, how they change! Their cheeks are paper. Why, what read you there That hath so cowarded and chased your blood Out of appearance?

CAMBRIDGE                         I do confess my fault;
        And do submit me to your highness' mercy.

GREY

|
| To which we all appeal.

By your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd: You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy; For your own reasons turn into your bosoms, As dogs upon their masters, worrying you.
See you, my princes, and my noble peers,
These English monsters! My Lord of Cambridge here, You know how apt our love was to accord
To furnish him with all appertinents
Belonging to his honour; and this man
Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspired, And sworn unto the practises of France,
To kill us here in Hampton: to the which
This knight, no less for bounty bound to us Than Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn. But, O, What shall I say to thee, Lord Scroop? thou cruel, Ingrateful, savage and inhuman creature!
Thou that didst bear the key of all my counsels, That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
That almost mightst have coin'd me into gold, Wouldst thou have practised on me for thy use, May it be possible, that foreign hire
Could out of thee extract one spark of evil That might annoy my finger? 'tis so strange, That, though the truth of it stands off as gross As black and white, my eye will scarcely see it. Treason and murder ever kept together,
As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose, Working so grossly in a natural cause,
That admiration did not whoop at them:
But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in Wonder to wait on treason and on murder:
And whatsoever cunning fiend it was
That wrought upon thee so preposterously
Hath got the voice in hell for excellence:
All other devils that suggest by treasons
Do botch and bungle up damnation
With patches, colours, and with forms being fetch'd From glistering semblances of piety;
But he that temper'd thee bade thee stand up, Gave thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason, Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor. If that same demon that hath gull'd thee thus Should with his lion gait walk the whole world, He might return to vasty Tartar back,
And tell the legions 'I can never win
A soul so easy as that Englishman's.'
O, how hast thou with 'jealousy infected
The sweetness of affiance! Show men dutiful? Why, so didst thou: seem they grave and learned?

        Why, so didst thou: come they of noble family?
        Why, so didst thou: seem they religious?
        Why, so didst thou: or are they spare in diet,

Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger, Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood, Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement,
Not working with the eye without the ear,
And but in purged judgment trusting neither? Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem:
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot, To mark the full-fraught man and best indued With some suspicion. I will weep for thee;
For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like Another fall of man. Their faults are open: Arrest them to the answer of the law;
And God acquit them of their practises!

Richard Earl of Cambridge.
I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Henry Lord Scroop of Masham.
I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland.

SCROOP

Our purposes God justly hath discover'd;
And I repent my fault more than my death; Which I beseech your highness to forgive, Although my body pay the price of it.

CAMBRIDGE       For me, the gold of France did not seduce;
        Although I did admit it as a motive
        The sooner to effect what I intended:
        But God be thanked for prevention;
        Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice,

Beseeching God and you to pardon me.

GREY

Never did faithful subject more rejoice
At the discovery of most dangerous treason Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself. Prevented from a damned enterprise: My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign.

You have conspired against our royal person, Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd and from his coffers Received the golden earnest of our death;
Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter, His princes and his peers to servitude,
His subjects to oppression and contempt
And his whole kingdom into desolation.
Touching our person seek we no revenge;
But we our kingdom's safety must so tender, Whose ruin you have sought, that to her laws We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence, Poor miserable wretches, to your death:
The taste whereof, God of his mercy give
You patience to endure, and true repentance Of all your dear offences! Bear them hence.
[Exeunt CAMBRIDGE, SCROOP and GREY, guarded]
Now, lords, for France; the enterprise whereof Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.
We doubt not of a fair and lucky war,
Since God so graciously hath brought to light This dangerous treason lurking in our way
To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now
But every rub is smoothed on our way.
Then forth, dear countrymen: let us deliver Our puissance into the hand of God,
Putting it straight in expedition.
Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance:
No king of England, if not king of France.
[Exeunt]
KING HENRY V

SCENE III       London. Before a tavern.

[Enter PISTOL, Hostess, NYM, BARDOLPH, and Boy]

PISTOL

No; for my manly heart doth yearn.
Bardolph, be blithe: Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins: Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead, And we must yearn therefore.

BARDOLPH        Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either in
        heaven or in hell!

Hostess

Nay, sure, he's not in hell: he's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. 'How now, sir John!' quoth I 'what, man! be o' good cheer.' So a' cried out 'God, God, God!' three or four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him a' should not think of God; I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So a' bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and they were as cold as any stone, and so upward and upward, and all was as cold as any stone.

NYM

They say he cried out of sack.

BARDOLPH        And of women.

Boy

Yes, that a' did; and said they were devils incarnate.

Hostess

A' could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he never liked.

Boy

A' said once, the devil would have him about women.

Hostess

A' did in some sort, indeed, handle women; but then he was rheumatic, and talked of the whore of Babylon.

Boy

Do you not remember, a' saw a flea stick upon Bardolph's nose, and a' said it was a black soul burning in hell-fire?

BARDOLPH        Well, the fuel is gone that maintained that fire:
        that's all the riches I got in his service.

NYM

Shall we shog? the king will be gone from
Southampton.

PISTOL

Come, let's away. My love, give me thy lips. Look to my chattels and my movables: Let senses rule; the word is 'Pitch and Pay:' Trust none; For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes, And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck: Therefore, Caveto be thy counsellor. Go, clear thy crystals. Yoke-fellows in arms, Let us to France; like horse-leeches, my boys, To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!

Boy

And that's but unwholesome food they say.

BARDOLPH        Farewell, hostess.

[Kissing her]

NYM

I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but, adieu.

[Exeunt]
KING HENRY V

SCENE IV        France. The KING'S palace.

[Flourish. Enter the FRENCH KING, the DAUPHIN, the DUKES of BERRI and BRETAGNE, the Constable, and others]

And more than carefully it us concerns
To answer royally in our defences.
Therefore the Dukes of Berri and of Bretagne, Of Brabant and of Orleans, shall make forth, And you, Prince Dauphin, with all swift dispatch, To line and new repair our towns of war
With men of courage and with means defendant; For England his approaches makes as fierce
As waters to the sucking of a gulf.
It fits us then to be as provident
As fear may teach us out of late examples
Left by the fatal and neglected English
Upon our fields.

DAUPHIN                   My most redoubted father,
        It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe;
        For peace itself should not so dull a kingdom,
        Though war nor no known quarrel were in question,
        But that defences, musters, preparations,

Should be maintain'd, assembled and collected, As were a war in expectation.
Therefore, I say 'tis meet we all go forth
To view the sick and feeble parts of France: And let us do it with no show of fear;
No, with no more than if we heard that England Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance:
For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd,
Her sceptre so fantastically borne
By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth,
That fear attends her not.

Constable       O peace, Prince Dauphin!
        You are too much mistaken in this king:
        Question your grace the late ambassadors,
        With what great state he heard their embassy,
        How well supplied with noble counsellors,

How modest in exception, and withal
How terrible in constant resolution,
And you shall find his vanities forespent
Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus,
Covering discretion with a coat of folly;
As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots That shall first spring and be most delicate.

DAUPHIN

Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable;
But though we think it so, it is no matter: In cases of defence 'tis best to weigh The enemy more mighty than he seems: So the proportions of defence are fill'd; Which of a weak or niggardly projection Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat with scanting A little cloth.

KING OF FRANCE                    Think we King Harry strong;
        And, princes, look you strongly arm to meet him.
        The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us;
        And he is bred out of that bloody strain
        That haunted us in our familiar paths:

Witness our too much memorable shame
When Cressy battle fatally was struck,
And all our princes captiv'd by the hand
Of that black name, Edward, Black Prince of Wales; Whiles that his mountain sire, on mountain standing, Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun, Saw his heroical seed, and smiled to see him, Mangle the work of nature and deface
The patterns that by God and by French fathers Had twenty years been made. This is a stem
Of that victorious stock; and let us fear
The native mightiness and fate of him.
[Enter a Messenger]

Messenger       Ambassadors from Harry King of England
        Do crave admittance to your majesty.

[Exeunt Messenger and certain Lords]
You see this chase is hotly follow'd, friends.

DAUPHIN

Turn head, and stop pursuit; for coward dogs Most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten Runs far before them. Good my sovereign, Take up the English short, and let them know Of what a monarchy you are the head: Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting.

[Re-enter Lords, with EXETER and train]

EXETER

From him; and thus he greets your majesty.
He wills you, in the name of God Almighty, That you divest yourself, and lay apart The borrow'd glories that by gift of heaven, By law of nature and of nations, 'long To him and to his heirs; namely, the crown And all wide-stretched honours that pertain By custom and the ordinance of times Unto the crown of France. That you may know 'Tis no sinister nor no awkward claim, Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days, Nor from the dust of old oblivion raked, He sends you this most memorable line, In every branch truly demonstrative; Willing to overlook this pedigree: And when you find him evenly derived From his most famed of famous ancestors, Edward the Third, he bids you then resign Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held From him the native and true challenger.

EXETER

Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crown Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it: Therefore in fierce tempest is he coming, In thunder and in earthquake, like a Jove, That, if requiring fail, he will compel; And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord, Deliver up the crown, and to take mercy On the poor souls for whom this hungry war Opens his vasty jaws; and on your head Turning the widows' tears, the orphans' cries The dead men's blood, the pining maidens groans, For husbands, fathers and betrothed lovers, That shall be swallow'd in this controversy. This is his claim, his threatening and my message; Unless the Dauphin be in presence here, To whom expressly I bring greeting too.

To-morrow shall you bear our full intent
Back to our brother England.

DAUPHIN

For the Dauphin,
I stand here for him: what to him from England?

EXETER

Scorn and defiance; slight regard, contempt, And any thing that may not misbecome The mighty sender, doth he prize you at. Thus says my king; an' if your father's highness Do not, in grant of all demands at large, Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty, He'll call you to so hot an answer of it, That caves and womby vaultages of France Shall chide your trespass and return your mock In second accent of his ordnance.

DAUPHIN

Say, if my father render fair return,
It is against my will; for I desire Nothing but odds with England: to that end, As matching to his youth and vanity, I did present him with the Paris balls.

EXETER

He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it,
Were it the mistress-court of mighty Europe: And, be assured, you'll find a difference, As we his subjects have in wonder found, Between the promise of his greener days And these he masters now: now he weighs time Even to the utmost grain: that you shall read In your own losses, if he stay in France.

EXETER

Dispatch us with all speed, lest that our king Come here himself to question our delay; For he is footed in this land already.

A night is but small breath and little pause To answer matters of this consequence.
[Flourish. Exeunt]
KING HENRY V

PROLOGUE.
[Enter Chorus]

Chorus

Thus with imagined wing our swift scene flies In motion of no less celerity Than that of thought. Suppose that you have seen The well-appointed king at Hampton pier Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning: Play with your fancies, and in them behold Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing; Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give To sounds confused; behold the threaden sails, Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea, Breasting the lofty surge: O, do but think You stand upon the ravage and behold A city on the inconstant billows dancing; For so appears this fleet majestical, Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow: Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy, And leave your England, as dead midnight still, Guarded with grandsires, babies and old women, Either past or not arrived to pith and puissance; For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd With one appearing hair, that will not follow These cull'd and choice-drawn cavaliers to France? Work, work your thoughts, and therein see a siege; Behold the ordnance on their carriages, With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur. Suppose the ambassador from the French comes back; Tells Harry that the king doth offer him Katharine his daughter, and with her, to dowry, Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms. The offer likes not: and the nimble gunner With linstock now the devilish cannon touches,

[Alarum, and chambers go off]
And down goes all before them. Still be kind, And eke out our performance with your mind.
[Exit]
KING HENRY V

[Alarum. Enter KING HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOUCESTER, and Soldiers, with scaling-ladders]

Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest English. Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof! Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought And sheathed their swords for lack of argument: Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'
[Exeunt. Alarum, and chambers go off]
KING HENRY V

SCENE II        The same.

[Enter NYM, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, and Boy]

BARDOLPH        On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the breach!

NYM

Pray thee, corporal, stay: the knocks are too hot; and, for mine own part, I have not a case of lives: the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain-song of it.

PISTOL

The plain-song is most just: for humours do abound: Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop and die; And sword and shield, In bloody field, Doth win immortal fame.

Boy

Would I were in an alehouse in London! I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.

PISTOL

And I:
If wishes would prevail with me, My purpose should not fail with me, But thither would I hie.

Boy               As duly, but not as truly,
        As bird doth sing on bough.

[Enter FLUELLEN]

FLUELLEN        Up to the breach, you dogs! avaunt, you cullions!

[Driving them forward]

PISTOL

Be merciful, great duke, to men of mould.
Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage, Abate thy rage, great duke! Good bawcock, bate thy rage; use lenity, sweet chuck!

NYM

These be good humours! your honour wins bad humours.

[Exeunt all but Boy]

Boy

As young as I am, I have observed these three swashers. I am boy to them all three: but all they three, though they would serve me, could not be man to me; for indeed three such antics do not amount to a man. For Bardolph, he is white-livered and red-faced; by the means whereof a' faces it out, but fights not. For Pistol, he hath a killing tongue and a quiet sword; by the means whereof a' breaks words, and keeps whole weapons. For Nym, he hath heard that men of few words are the best men; and therefore he scorns to say his prayers, lest a' should be thought a coward: but his few bad words are matched with as few good deeds; for a' never broke any man's head but his own, and that was against a post when he was drunk. They will steal any thing, and call it purchase. Bardolph stole a lute-case, bore it twelve leagues, and sold it for three half pence. Nym and Bardolph are sworn brothers in filching, and in Calais they stole a fire-shovel: I knew by that piece of service the men would carry coals. They would have me as familiar with men's pockets as their gloves or their handkerchers: which makes much against my manhood, if I should take from another's pocket to put into mine; for it is plain pocketing up of wrongs. I must leave them, and seek some better service: their villany goes against my weak stomach, and therefore I must cast it up.

[Exit]
[Re-enter FLUELLEN, GOWER following]

GOWER

Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines; the Duke of Gloucester would speak with you.

FLUELLEN        To the mines! tell you the duke, it is not so good
        to come to the mines; for, look you, the mines is
        not according to the disciplines of the war: the
        concavities of it is not sufficient; for, look you,
        the athversary, you may discuss unto the duke, look

you, is digt himself four yard under the
countermines: by Cheshu, I think a' will plough up all, if there is not better directions.

GOWER

The Duke of Gloucester, to whom the order of the siege is given, is altogether directed by an Irishman, a very valiant gentleman, i' faith.

FLUELLEN        It is Captain Macmorris, is it not?

GOWER   I think it be.

FLUELLEN        By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the world: I will
        verify as much in his beard: be has no more
        directions in the true disciplines of the wars, look
        you, of the Roman disciplines, than is a puppy-dog.

[Enter MACMORRIS and Captain JAMY]

GOWER   Here a' comes; and the Scots captain, Captain Jamy, with him.

FLUELLEN        Captain Jamy is a marvellous falourous gentleman,
        that is certain; and of great expedition and
        knowledge in th' aunchient wars, upon my particular
        knowledge of his directions: by Cheshu, he will
        maintain his argument as well as any military man in

the world, in the disciplines of the pristine wars of the Romans.

JAMY    I say gud-day, Captain Fluellen.

FLUELLEN        God-den to your worship, good Captain James.

GOWER

How now, Captain Macmorris! have you quit the mines? have the pioneers given o'er?

MACMORRIS       By Chrish, la! tish ill done: the work ish give
        over, the trompet sound the retreat. By my hand, I
        swear, and my father's soul, the work ish ill done;
        it ish give over: I would have blowed up the town, so
        Chrish save me, la! in an hour: O, tish ill done,
        tish ill done; by my hand, tish ill done!

FLUELLEN        Captain Macmorris, I beseech you now, will you
        voutsafe me, look you, a few disputations with you,
        as partly touching or concerning the disciplines of
        the war, the Roman wars, in the way of argument,
        look you, and friendly communication; partly to

satisfy my opinion, and partly for the satisfaction, look you, of my mind, as touching the direction of the military discipline; that is the point.

JAMY

It sall be vary gud, gud feith, gud captains bath: and I sall quit you with gud leve, as I may pick occasion; that sall I, marry.

MACMORRIS       It is no time to discourse, so Chrish save me: the
        day is hot, and the weather, and the wars, and the
        king, and the dukes: it is no time to discourse. The
        town is beseeched, and the trumpet call us to the
        breach; and we talk, and, be Chrish, do nothing:

'tis shame for us all: so God sa' me, 'tis shame to stand still; it is shame, by my hand: and there is throats to be cut, and works to be done; and there ish nothing done, so Chrish sa' me, la!

JAMY

By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine take themselves to slomber, ay'll de gud service, or ay'll lig i' the grund for it; ay, or go to death; and ay'll pay 't as valourously as I may, that sall I suerly do, that is the breff and the long. Marry, I wad full fain hear some question 'tween you tway.

FLUELLEN        Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, under your
        correction, there is not many of your nation--

MACMORRIS       Of my nation! What ish my nation? Ish a villain,
        and a bastard, and a knave, and a rascal. What ish
        my nation? Who talks of my nation?

FLUELLEN        Look you, if you take the matter otherwise than is
        meant, Captain Macmorris, peradventure I shall think
        you do not use me with that affability as in
        discretion you ought to use me, look you: being as
        good a man as yourself, both in the disciplines of

war, and in the derivation of my birth, and in other particularities.

MACMORRIS       I do not know you so good a man as myself: so
        Chrish save me, I will cut off your head.

JAMY

A! that's a foul fault.

[A parley sounded]

GOWER   The town sounds a parley.

FLUELLEN        Captain Macmorris, when there is more better
        opportunity to be required, look you, I will be so
        bold as to tell you I know the disciplines of war;
        and there is an end.

[Exeunt]
KING HENRY V

SCENE III       The same. Before the gates.

[The Governor and some Citizens on the walls; the English forces below. Enter KING HENRY and his train]

This is the latest parle we will admit;
Therefore to our best mercy give yourselves; Or like to men proud of destruction
Defy us to our worst: for, as I am a soldier, A name that in my thoughts becomes me best, If I begin the battery once again,
I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur Till in her ashes she lie buried.
The gates of mercy shall be all shut up,
And the flesh'd soldier, rough and hard of heart, In liberty of bloody hand shall range
With conscience wide as hell, mowing like grass Your fresh-fair virgins and your flowering infants. What is it then to me, if impious war,
Array'd in flames like to the prince of fiends, Do, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats Enlink'd to waste and desolation?
What is't to me, when you yourselves are cause, If your pure maidens fall into the hand
Of hot and forcing violation?
What rein can hold licentious wickedness
When down the hill he holds his fierce career? We may as bootless spend our vain command
Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil
As send precepts to the leviathan
To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur, Take pity of your town and of your people,
Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command;
Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds
Of heady murder, spoil and villany.
If not, why, in a moment look to see
The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters; Your fathers taken by the silver beards,
And their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls, Your naked infants spitted upon pikes,
Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confused Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry At Herod's bloody-hunting slaughtermen.
What say you? will you yield, and this avoid, Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd?

GOVERNOR        Our expectation hath this day an end:
        The Dauphin, whom of succors we entreated,
        Returns us that his powers are yet not ready
        To raise so great a siege. Therefore, great king,
        We yield our town and lives to thy soft mercy.

Enter our gates; dispose of us and ours;
For we no longer are defensible.

Go you and enter Harfleur; there remain,
And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French: Use mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle,
The winter coming on and sickness growing
Upon our soldiers, we will retire to Calais. To-night in Harfleur we will be your guest; To-morrow for the march are we addrest.
[Flourish. The King and his train enter the town]
KING HENRY V

SCENE IV        The FRENCH KING's palace.

[Enter KATHARINE and ALICE]

KATHARINE       Alice, tu as ete en Angleterre, et tu parles bien le langage.

ALICE   Un peu, madame.

KATHARINE       Je te prie, m'enseignez: il faut que j'apprenne a
        parler. Comment appelez-vous la main en Anglois?

ALICE   La main? elle est appelee de hand.

KATHARINE       De hand. Et les doigts?

ALICE

Les doigts? ma foi, j'oublie les doigts; mais je me souviendrai. Les doigts? je pense qu'ils sont appeles de fingres; oui, de fingres.

KATHARINE       La main, de hand; les doigts, de fingres. Je pense
        que je suis le bon ecolier; j'ai gagne deux mots
        d'Anglois vitement. Comment appelez-vous les ongles?

ALICE   Les ongles? nous les appelons de nails.

KATHARINE       De nails. Ecoutez; dites-moi, si je parle bien: de
        hand, de fingres, et de nails.

ALICE   C'est bien dit, madame; il est fort bon Anglois.

KATHARINE       Dites-moi l'Anglois pour le bras.

ALICE   De arm, madame.

KATHARINE       Et le coude?

ALICE   De elbow.

KATHARINE       De elbow. Je m'en fais la repetition de tous les
        mots que vous m'avez appris des a present.

ALICE   Il est trop difficile, madame, comme je pense.

KATHARINE       Excusez-moi, Alice; ecoutez: de hand, de fingres,
        de nails, de arma, de bilbow.

ALICE   De elbow, madame.

KATHARINE       O Seigneur Dieu, je m'en oublie! de elbow. Comment
        appelez-vous le col?

ALICE   De neck, madame.

KATHARINE       De nick. Et le menton?

ALICE   De chin.

KATHARINE       De sin. Le col, de nick; de menton, de sin.

ALICE

Oui. Sauf votre honneur, en verite, vous prononcez les mots aussi droit que les natifs d'Angleterre.

KATHARINE       Je ne doute point d'apprendre, par la grace de Dieu,
        et en peu de temps.

ALICE   N'avez vous pas deja oublie ce que je vous ai enseigne?

KATHARINE       Non, je reciterai a vous promptement: de hand, de
        fingres, de mails--

ALICE   De nails, madame.

KATHARINE       De nails, de arm, de ilbow.

ALICE   Sauf votre honneur, de elbow.

KATHARINE       Ainsi dis-je; de elbow, de nick, et de sin. Comment
        appelez-vous le pied et la robe?

ALICE   De foot, madame; et de coun.

KATHARINE       De foot et de coun! O Seigneur Dieu! ce sont mots
        de son mauvais, corruptible, gros, et impudique, et
        non pour les dames d'honneur d'user: je ne voudrais
        prononcer ces mots devant les seigneurs de France
        pour tout le monde. Foh! le foot et le coun!

Neanmoins, je reciterai une autre fois ma lecon ensemble: de hand, de fingres, de nails, de arm, de elbow, de nick, de sin, de foot, de coun.

ALICE   Excellent, madame!

KATHARINE       C'est assez pour une fois: allons-nous a diner.

[Exeunt]
KING HENRY V

[Enter the KING OF FRANCE, the DAUPHIN, the DUKE oF BOURBON, the Constable Of France, and others]

Constable       And if he be not fought withal, my lord,
        Let us not live in France; let us quit all
        And give our vineyards to a barbarous people.

DAUPHIN

O Dieu vivant! shall a few sprays of us,
The emptying of our fathers' luxury, Our scions, put in wild and savage stock, Spirt up so suddenly into the clouds, And overlook their grafters?

BOURBON

Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards! Mort de ma vie! if they march along Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom, To buy a slobbery and a dirty farm In that nook-shotten isle of Albion.

Constable       Dieu de batailles! where have they this mettle?
        Is not their climate foggy, raw and dull,
        On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale,
        Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden water,
        A drench for sur-rein'd jades, their barley-broth,

Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat? And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine, Seem frosty? O, for honour of our land,
Let us not hang like roping icicles
Upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty people Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields! Poor we may call them in their native lords.

DAUPHIN

By faith and honour,
Our madams mock at us, and plainly say Our mettle is bred out and they will give Their bodies to the lust of English youth To new-store France with bastard warriors.

BOURBON

They bid us to the English dancing-schools, And teach lavoltas high and swift corantos; Saying our grace is only in our heels, And that we are most lofty runaways.

Let him greet England with our sharp defiance. Up, princes! and, with spirit of honour edged More sharper than your swords, hie to the field: Charles Delabreth, high constable of France; You Dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berri, Alencon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy;
Jaques Chatillon, Rambures, Vaudemont,
Beaumont, Grandpre, Roussi, and Fauconberg, Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois;
High dukes, great princes, barons, lords and knights, For your great seats now quit you of great shames. Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land With pennons painted in the blood of Harfleur: Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow
Upon the valleys, whose low vassal seat
The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon: Go down upon him, you have power enough,
And in a captive chariot into Rouen
Bring him our prisoner.

Constable       This becomes the great.
        Sorry am I his numbers are so few,
        His soldiers sick and famish'd in their march,
        For I am sure, when he shall see our army,
        He'll drop his heart into the sink of fear

And for achievement offer us his ransom.

And let him say to England that we send
To know what willing ransom he will give.
Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Rouen.

Now forth, lord constable and princes all,
And quickly bring us word of England's fall.
[Exeunt]
KING HENRY V

SCENE VI        The English camp in Picardy.

[Enter GOWER and FLUELLEN, meeting]

GOWER   How now, Captain Fluellen! come you from the bridge?

FLUELLEN        I assure you, there is very excellent services
        committed at the bridge.

GOWER   Is the Duke of Exeter safe?

FLUELLEN        The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Agamemnon;
        and a man that I love and honour with my soul, and my
        heart, and my duty, and my life, and my living, and
        my uttermost power: he is not-God be praised and
        blessed!--any hurt in the world; but keeps the

bridge most valiantly, with excellent discipline. There is an aunchient lieutenant there at the pridge, I think in my very conscience he is as valiant a man as Mark Antony; and he is a man of no estimation in the world; but did see him do as gallant service.

GOWER   What do you call him?

FLUELLEN        He is called Aunchient Pistol.

[Enter PISTOL]

FLUELLEN        Here is the man.

PISTOL

Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours:
The Duke of Exeter doth love thee well.

FLUELLEN        Ay, I praise God; and I have merited some love at
        his hands.

PISTOL

Bardolph, a soldier, firm and sound of heart, And of buxom valour, hath, by cruel fate, And giddy Fortune's furious fickle wheel, That goddess blind, That stands upon the rolling restless stone--

FLUELLEN        By your patience, Aunchient Pistol. Fortune is
        painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes, to
        signify to you that Fortune is blind; and she is
        painted also with a wheel, to signify to you, which
        is the moral of it, that she is turning, and

inconstant, and mutability, and variation: and her foot, look you, is fixed upon a spherical stone, which rolls, and rolls, and rolls: in good truth, the poet makes a most excellent description of it: Fortune is an excellent moral.

PISTOL

Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him; For he hath stolen a pax, and hanged must a' be: A damned death! Let gallows gape for dog; let man go free And let not hemp his wind-pipe suffocate: But Exeter hath given the doom of death For pax of little price. Therefore, go speak: the duke will hear thy voice: And let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut With edge of penny cord and vile reproach: Speak, captain, for his life, and I will thee requite.

FLUELLEN        Aunchient Pistol, I do partly understand your meaning.

PISTOL  Why then, rejoice therefore.

FLUELLEN        Certainly, aunchient, it is not a thing to rejoice
        at: for if, look you, he were my brother, I would
        desire the duke to use his good pleasure, and put
        him to execution; for discipline ought to be used.

FLUELLEN        It is well.

[Exit]

FLUELLEN        Very good.

GOWER

Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal; I remember him now; a bawd, a cutpurse.

FLUELLEN        I'll assure you, a' uttered as brave words at the
        bridge as you shall see in a summer's day. But it
        is very well; what he has spoke to me, that is well,
        I warrant you, when time is serve.

GOWER

Why, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue, that now and then goes to the wars, to grace himself at his return into London under the form of a soldier. And such fellows are perfect in the great commanders' names: and they will learn you by rote where services were done; at such and such a sconce, at such a breach, at such a convoy; who came off bravely, who was shot, who disgraced, what terms the enemy stood on; and this they con perfectly in the phrase of war, which they trick up with new-tuned oaths: and what a beard of the general's cut and a horrid suit of the camp will do among foaming bottles and ale-washed wits, is wonderful to be thought on. But you must learn to know such slanders of the age, or else you may be marvellously mistook.

FLUELLEN        I tell you what, Captain Gower; I do perceive he is
        not the man that he would gladly make show to the
        world he is: if I find a hole in his coat, I will
        tell him my mind.

[Drum heard]
Hark you, the king is coming, and I must speak with him from the pridge.
[Drum and colours. Enter KING HENRY, GLOUCESTER, and Soldiers]
God pless your majesty!

KING HENRY V    How now, Fluellen! camest thou from the bridge?

FLUELLEN        Ay, so please your majesty. The Duke of Exeter has
        very gallantly maintained the pridge: the French is
        gone off, look you; and there is gallant and most
        prave passages; marry, th' athversary was have
        possession of the pridge; but he is enforced to

retire, and the Duke of Exeter is master of the pridge: I can tell your majesty, the duke is a prave man.

KING HENRY V    What men have you lost, Fluellen?

FLUELLEN        The perdition of th' athversary hath been very
        great, reasonable great: marry, for my part, I
        think the duke hath lost never a man, but one that
        is like to be executed for robbing a church, one
        Bardolph, if your majesty know the man: his face is

all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs, and flames o' fire: and his lips blows at his nose, and it is like a coal of fire, sometimes plue and sometimes red; but his nose is executed and his fire's out.

give express charge, that in our marches through the country, there be nothing compelled from the villages, nothing taken but paid for, none of the French upbraided or abused in disdainful language; for when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.
[Tucket. Enter MONTJOY]

MONTJOY

Thus says my king: Say thou to Harry of England: Though we seemed dead, we did but sleep: advantage is a better soldier than rashness. Tell him we could have rebuked him at Harfleur, but that we thought not good to bruise an injury till it were full ripe: now we speak upon our cue, and our voice is imperial: England shall repent his folly, see his weakness, and admire our sufferance. Bid him therefore consider of his ransom; which must proportion the losses we have borne, the subjects we have lost, the disgrace we have digested; which in weight to re-answer, his pettiness would bow under. For our losses, his exchequer is too poor; for the effusion of our blood, the muster of his kingdom too faint a number; and for our disgrace, his own person, kneeling at our feet, but a weak and worthless satisfaction. To this add defiance: and tell him, for conclusion, he hath betrayed his followers, whose condemnation is pronounced. So far my king and master; so much my office.

And tell thy king I do not seek him now;
But could be willing to march on to Calais
Without impeachment: for, to say the sooth, Though 'tis no wisdom to confess so much
Unto an enemy of craft and vantage,
My people are with sickness much enfeebled, My numbers lessened, and those few I have
Almost no better than so many French;
Who when they were in health, I tell thee, herald, I thought upon one pair of English legs
Did march three Frenchmen. Yet, forgive me, God, That I do brag thus! This your air of France Hath blown that vice in me: I must repent.
Go therefore, tell thy master here I am;
My ransom is this frail and worthless trunk, My army but a weak and sickly guard;
Yet, God before, tell him we will come on,
Though France himself and such another neighbour Stand in our way. There's for thy labour, Montjoy. Go bid thy master well advise himself:
If we may pass, we will; if we be hinder'd, We shall your tawny ground with your red blood Discolour: and so Montjoy, fare you well.
The sum of all our answer is but this:
We would not seek a battle, as we are;
Nor, as we are, we say we will not shun it: So tell your master.

[Exit]

GLOUCESTER      I hope they will not come upon us now.

March to the bridge; it now draws toward night: Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves,
And on to-morrow, bid them march away.
[Exeunt]
KING HENRY V

SCENE VII       The French camp, near Agincourt:

[Enter the Constable of France, the LORD RAMBURES, ORLEANS, DAUPHIN, with others]

Constable       Tut! I have the best armour of the world. Would it were day!

ORLEANS You have an excellent armour; but let my horse have his due.

Constable       It is the best horse of Europe.

DAUPHIN

My lord of Orleans, and my lord high constable, you talk of horse and armour?

DAUPHIN

What a long night is this! I will not change my horse with any that treads but on four pasterns. Ca, ha! he bounds from the earth, as if his entrails were hairs; le cheval volant, the Pegasus, chez les narines de feu! When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.

DAUPHIN

And of the heat of the ginger. It is a beast for Perseus: he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in Patient stillness while his rider mounts him: he is indeed a horse; and all other jades you may call beasts.

Constable       Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and excellent horse.

DAUPHIN

It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is like the bidding of a monarch and his countenance enforces homage.

DAUPHIN

Nay, the man hath no wit that cannot, from the rising of the lark to the lodging of the lamb, vary deserved praise on my palfrey: it is a theme as fluent as the sea: turn the sands into eloquent tongues, and my horse is argument for them all: 'tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on, and for a sovereign's sovereign to ride on; and for the world, familiar to us and unknown to lay apart their particular functions and wonder at him. I once writ a sonnet in his praise and began thus: 'Wonder of nature,'--

DAUPHIN

Then did they imitate that which I composed to my courser, for my horse is my mistress.

DAUPHIN

Me well; which is the prescript praise and
perfection of a good and particular mistress.

Constable       Nay, for methought yesterday your mistress shrewdly
        shook your back.

Constable       Mine was not bridled.

DAUPHIN

O then belike she was old and gentle; and you rode, like a kern of Ireland, your French hose off, and in your straight strossers.

Constable       You have good judgment in horsemanship.

DAUPHIN

Be warned by me, then: they that ride so and ride not warily, fall into foul bogs. I had rather have my horse to my mistress.

Constable       I had as lief have my mistress a jade.

DAUPHIN I tell thee, constable, my mistress wears his own hair.

Constable       I could make as true a boast as that, if I had a sow
        to my mistress.

DAUPHIN

'Le chien est retourne a son propre vomissement, et la truie lavee au bourbier;' thou makest use of any thing.

Constable       Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress, or any
        such proverb so little kin to the purpose.

RAMBURES        My lord constable, the armour that I saw in your tent
        to-night, are those stars or suns upon it?

Constable       Stars, my lord.

DAUPHIN Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope.

Constable       And yet my sky shall not want.

DAUPHIN

That may be, for you bear a many superfluously, and 'twere more honour some were away.

Constable       Even as your horse bears your praises; who would
        trot as well, were some of your brags dismounted.

DAUPHIN

Would I were able to load him with his desert! Will it never be day? I will trot to-morrow a mile, and my way shall be paved with English faces.

Constable       I will not say so, for fear I should be faced out of
        my way: but I would it were morning; for I would
        fain be about the ears of the English.

RAMBURES        Who will go to hazard with me for twenty prisoners?

Constable       You must first go yourself to hazard, ere you have them.

[Exit]

RAMBURES        He longs to eat the English.

Constable       I think he will eat all he kills.

ORLEANS By the white hand of my lady, he's a gallant prince.

Constable       Swear by her foot, that she may tread out the oath.

ORLEANS He is simply the most active gentleman of France.

Constable       Doing is activity; and he will still be doing.

ORLEANS He never did harm, that I heard of.

Constable       Nor will do none to-morrow: he will keep that good name still.

ORLEANS I know him to be valiant.

Constable       I was told that by one that knows him better than
        you.

Constable       Marry, he told me so himself; and he said he cared
        not who knew it

Constable       By my faith, sir, but it is; never any body saw it
        but his lackey: 'tis a hooded valour; and when it
        appears, it will bate.

Constable       I will cap that proverb with 'There is flattery in friendship.'

ORLEANS And I will take up that with 'Give the devil his due.'

Constable       Well placed: there stands your friend for the
        devil: have at the very eye of that proverb with 'A
        pox of the devil.'

ORLEANS

You are the better at proverbs, by how much 'A fool's bolt is soon shot.'

Constable       You have shot over.

[Enter a Messenger]

Messenger       My lord high constable, the English lie within
        fifteen hundred paces of your tents.

Constable       Who hath measured the ground?

Messenger       The Lord Grandpre.

Constable       A valiant and most expert gentleman. Would it were
        day! Alas, poor Harry of England! he longs not for
        the dawning as we do.

ORLEANS

What a wretched and peevish fellow is this king of England, to mope with his fat-brained followers so far out of his knowledge!

Constable       If the English had any apprehension, they would run away.

ORLEANS

That they lack; for if their heads had any
intellectual armour, they could never wear such heavy head-pieces.

RAMBURES        That island of England breeds very valiant
        creatures; their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage.

ORLEANS

Foolish curs, that run winking into the mouth of a Russian bear and have their heads crushed like rotten apples! You may as well say, that's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.

Constable       Just, just; and the men do sympathize with the
        mastiffs in robustious and rough coming on, leaving
        their wits with their wives: and then give them
        great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will
        eat like wolves and fight like devils.

Constable       Then shall we find to-morrow they have only stomachs
        to eat and none to fight. Now is it time to arm:
        come, shall we about it?

ORLEANS

It is now two o'clock: but, let me see, by ten We shall have each a hundred Englishmen.

[Exeunt]
KING HENRY V

PROLOGUE.
[Enter Chorus]

Chorus

Now entertain conjecture of a time
When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp through the foul womb of night The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch: Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear, and from the tents The armourers, accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation: The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, And the third hour of drowsy morning name. Proud of their numbers and secure in soul, The confident and over-lusty French Do the low-rated English play at dice; And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night Who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp So tediously away. The poor condemned English, Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires Sit patiently and inly ruminate The morning's danger, and their gesture sad Investing lank-lean; cheeks and war-worn coats Presenteth them unto the gazing moon So many horrid ghosts. O now, who will behold The royal captain of this ruin'd band Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, Let him cry 'Praise and glory on his head!' For forth he goes and visits all his host. Bids them good morrow with a modest smile And calls them brothers, friends and countrymen. Upon his royal face there is no note How dread an army hath enrounded him; Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour Unto the weary and all-watched night, But freshly looks and over-bears attaint With cheerful semblance and sweet majesty; That every wretch, pining and pale before, Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks: A largess universal like the sun His liberal eye doth give to every one, Thawing cold fear, that mean and gentle all, Behold, as may unworthiness define, A little touch of Harry in the night. And so our scene must to the battle fly; Where--O for pity!--we shall much disgrace With four or five most vile and ragged foils, Right ill-disposed in brawl ridiculous, The name of Agincourt. Yet sit and see, Minding true things by what their mockeries be.

[Exit]
KING HENRY V

[Enter KING HENRY, BEDFORD, and GLOUCESTER]

The greater therefore should our courage be. Good morrow, brother Bedford. God Almighty! There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out.
For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Which is both healthful and good husbandry: Besides, they are our outward consciences,
And preachers to us all, admonishing
That we should dress us fairly for our end. Thus may we gather honey from the weed,
And make a moral of the devil himself.
[Enter ERPINGHAM]
Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham:
A good soft pillow for that good white head Were better than a churlish turf of France.

ERPINGHAM       Not so, my liege: this lodging likes me better,
        Since I may say 'Now lie I like a king.'

Upon example; so the spirit is eased:
And when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt, The organs, though defunct and dead before, Break up their drowsy grave and newly move, With casted slough and fresh legerity.
Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas. Brothers both, Commend me to the princes in our camp;
Do my good morrow to them, and anon
Desire them an to my pavilion.

GLOUCESTER      We shall, my liege.

ERPINGHAM       Shall I attend your grace?

Go with my brothers to my lords of England: I and my bosom must debate awhile,
And then I would no other company.

ERPINGHAM       The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry!

[Exeunt all but KING HENRY]

[Enter PISTOL]

PISTOL

Discuss unto me; art thou officer?
Or art thou base, common and popular?

PISTOL

The king's a bawcock, and a heart of gold,
A lad of life, an imp of fame; Of parents good, of fist most valiant. I kiss his dirty shoe, and from heart-string I love the lovely bully. What is thy name?

PISTOL

Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate Upon Saint Davy's day.

lest he knock that about yours.

[Exit]

[Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER]

GOWER   Captain Fluellen!

FLUELLEN        So! in the name of Jesu Christ, speak lower. It is
        the greatest admiration of the universal world, when
        the true and aunchient prerogatifes and laws of the
        wars is not kept: if you would take the pains but to
        examine the wars of Pompey the Great, you shall

find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle toddle nor pibble pabble in Pompey's camp; I warrant you, you shall find the ceremonies of the wars, and the cares of it, and the forms of it, and the sobriety of it, and the modesty of it, to be otherwise.

GOWER   Why, the enemy is loud; you hear him all night.

FLUELLEN        If the enemy is an ass and a fool and a prating
        coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also,
        look you, be an ass and a fool and a prating
        coxcomb? in your own conscience, now?

GOWER   I will speak lower.

FLUELLEN        I pray you and beseech you that you will.

[Exeunt GOWER and FLUELLEN]

There is much care and valour in this Welshman.
[Enter three soldiers, JOHN BATES, ALEXANDER COURT, and MICHAEL WILLIAMS]

COURT

Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks yonder?

BATES

I think it be: but we have no great cause to desire the approach of day.

WILLIAMS        We see yonder the beginning of the day, but I think
        we shall never see the end of it. Who goes there?

KING HENRY V    A friend.

WILLIAMS        Under what captain serve you?

KING HENRY V    Under Sir Thomas Erpingham.

WILLIAMS        A good old commander and a most kind gentleman: I
        pray you, what thinks he of our estate?

washed off the next tide.

speak it to you, I think the king is but a man, as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me: the element shows to him as it doth to me; all his senses have but human conditions: his ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and though his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing. Therefore when he sees reason of fears, as we do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish as ours are: yet, in reason, no man should possess him with any appearance of fear, lest he, by showing it, should dishearten his army.

BATES

He may show what outward courage he will; but I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could wish himself in Thames up to the neck; and so I would he were, and I by him, at all adventures, so we were quit here.

I think he would not wish himself any where but where he is.

BATES

Then I would he were here alone; so should he be sure to be ransomed, and a many poor men's lives saved.

alone, howsoever you speak this to feel other men's minds: methinks I could not die any where so contented as in the king's company; his cause being just and his quarrel honourable.

WILLIAMS        That's more than we know.

BATES

Ay, or more than we should seek after; for we know enough, if we know we are the kings subjects: if his cause be wrong, our obedience to the king wipes the crime of it out of us.

WILLIAMS        But if the cause be not good, the king himself hath
        a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs and
        arms and heads, chopped off in battle, shall join
        together at the latter day and cry all 'We died at
        such a place;' some swearing, some crying for a

surgeon, some upon their wives left poor behind them, some upon the debts they owe, some upon their children rawly left. I am afeard there are few die well that die in a battle; for how can they charitably dispose of any thing, when blood is their argument? Now, if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for the king that led them to it; whom to disobey were against all proportion of subjection.

merchandise do sinfully miscarry upon the sea, the imputation of his wickedness by your rule, should be imposed upon his father that sent him: or if a servant, under his master's command transporting a sum of money, be assailed by robbers and die in many irreconciled iniquities, you may call the business of the master the author of the servant's damnation: but this is not so: the king is not bound to answer the particular endings of his soldiers, the father of his son, nor the master of his servant; for they purpose not their death, when they purpose their services. Besides, there is no king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to the arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all unspotted soldiers: some peradventure have on them the guilt of premeditated and contrived murder; some, of beguiling virgins with the broken seals of perjury; some, making the wars their bulwark, that have before gored the gentle bosom of peace with pillage and robbery. Now, if these men have defeated the law and outrun native punishment, though they can outstrip men, they have no wings to fly from God: war is his beadle, war is vengeance; so that here men are punished for before-breach of the king's laws in now the king's quarrel: where they feared the death, they have borne life away; and where they would be safe, they perish: then if they die unprovided, no more is the king guilty of their damnation than he was before guilty of those impieties for the which they are now visited. Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore should every soldier in the wars do as every sick man in his bed, wash every mote out of his conscience: and dying so, death is to him advantage; or not dying, the time was blessedly lost wherein such preparation was gained: and in him that escapes, it were not sin to think that, making God so free an offer, He let him outlive that day to see His greatness and to teach others how they should prepare.

WILLIAMS        'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill upon
        his own head, the king is not to answer it.

BATES

But I do not desire he should answer for me; and yet I determine to fight lustily for him.

KING HENRY V    I myself heard the king say he would not be ransomed.

WILLIAMS        Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheerfully: but
        when our throats are cut, he may be ransomed, and we
        ne'er the wiser.

KING HENRY V    If I live to see it, I will never trust his word after.

WILLIAMS        You pay him then. That's a perilous shot out of an
        elder-gun, that a poor and private displeasure can
        do against a monarch! you may as well go about to
        turn the sun to ice with fanning in his face with a
        peacock's feather. You'll never trust his word

after! come, 'tis a foolish saying.

angry with you, if the time were convenient.

WILLIAMS        Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live.

KING HENRY V    I embrace it.

WILLIAMS        How shall I know thee again?

bonnet: then, if ever thou darest acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel.

WILLIAMS        Here's my glove: give me another of thine.

KING HENRY V    There.

WILLIAMS        This will I also wear in my cap: if ever thou come
        to me and say, after to-morrow, 'This is my glove,'
        by this hand, I will take thee a box on the ear.

KING HENRY V    If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it.

WILLIAMS        Thou darest as well be hanged.

king's company.

WILLIAMS        Keep thy word: fare thee well.

BATES

Be friends, you English fools, be friends: we have French quarrels enow, if you could tell how to reckon.

one, they will beat us; for they bear them on their shoulders: but it is no English treason to cut French crowns, and to-morrow the king himself will be a clipper.
[Exeunt soldiers]
Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls, Our debts, our careful wives,
Our children and our sins lay on the king!
We must bear all. O hard condition,
Twin-born with greatness, subject to the breath Of every fool, whose sense no more can feel But his own wringing! What infinite heart's-ease Must kings neglect, that private men enjoy! And what have kings, that privates have not too, Save ceremony, save general ceremony?
And what art thou, thou idle ceremony?
What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers?
What are thy rents? what are thy comings in? O ceremony, show me but thy worth!
What is thy soul of adoration?
Art thou aught else but place, degree and form, Creating awe and fear in other men?
Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd
Than they in fearing.
What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poison'd flattery? O, be sick, great greatness, And bid thy ceremony give thee cure!
Think'st thou the fiery fever will go out
With titles blown from adulation?
Will it give place to flexure and low bending? Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's knee, Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream, That play'st so subtly with a king's repose; I am a king that find thee, and I know
'Tis not the balm, the sceptre and the ball, The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,
The intertissued robe of gold and pearl,
The farced title running 'fore the king,
The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp That beats upon the high shore of this world, No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony, Not all these, laid in bed majestical,
Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave, Who with a body fill'd and vacant mind
Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread; Never sees horrid night, the child of hell, But, like a lackey, from the rise to set
Sweats in the eye of Phoebus and all night
Sleeps in Elysium; next day after dawn,
Doth rise and help Hyperion to his horse,
And follows so the ever-running year,
With profitable labour, to his grave:
And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,
Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep, Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king.
The slave, a member of the country's peace, Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots
What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace, Whose hours the peasant best advantages.
[Enter ERPINGHAM]

ERPINGHAM       My lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence,
        Seek through your camp to find you.

Collect them all together at my tent:
I'll be before thee.

ERPINGHAM       I shall do't, my lord.

[Exit]

Possess them not with fear; take from them now The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers Pluck their hearts from them. Not to-day, O Lord, O, not to-day, think not upon the fault
My father made in compassing the crown!
I Richard's body have interred anew;
And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears Than from it issued forced drops of blood:
Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,
Who twice a-day their wither'd hands hold up Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do; Though all that I can do is nothing worth,
Since that my penitence comes after all,
Imploring pardon.
[Enter GLOUCESTER]

GLOUCESTER      My liege!

I know thy errand, I will go with thee:
The day, my friends and all things stay for me.
[Exeunt]
KING HENRY V

SCENE II        The French camp.

[Enter the DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, RAMBURES, and others]

[Enter Constable]
Now, my lord constable!

Constable       Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh!

DAUPHIN

Mount them, and make incision in their hides, That their hot blood may spin in English eyes, And dout them with superfluous courage, ha!

RAMBURES        What, will you have them weep our horses' blood?
        How shall we, then, behold their natural tears?

[Enter Messenger]

Messenger       The English are embattled, you French peers.

Constable       To horse, you gallant princes! straight to horse!
        Do but behold yon poor and starved band,
        And your fair show shall suck away their souls,
        Leaving them but the shales and husks of men.
        There is not work enough for all our hands;

Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins To give each naked curtle-axe a stain,
That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, And sheathe for lack of sport: let us but blow on them, The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. 'Tis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords, That our superfluous lackeys and our peasants, Who in unnecessary action swarm
About our squares of battle, were enow
To purge this field of such a hilding foe,
Though we upon this mountain's basis by
Took stand for idle speculation:
But that our honours must not. What's to say? A very little little let us do.
And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound The tucket sonance and the note to mount;
For our approach shall so much dare the field That England shall couch down in fear and yield.
[Enter GRANDPRE]

GRANDPRE        Why do you stay so long, my lords of France?
        Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones,
        Ill-favouredly become the morning field:
        Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose,
        And our air shakes them passing scornfully:

Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd host And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps:
The horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks,
With torch-staves in their hand; and their poor jades Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips, The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionless; And their executors, the knavish crows,
Fly o'er them, all impatient for their hour. Description cannot suit itself in words
To demonstrate the life of such a battle
In life so lifeless as it shows itself.

Constable       They have said their prayers, and they stay for death.

DAUPHIN

Shall we go send them dinners and fresh suits And give their fasting horses provender, And after fight with them?

Constable       I stay but for my guidon: to the field!
        I will the banner from a trumpet take,
        And use it for my haste. Come, come, away!
        The sun is high, and we outwear the day.

[Exeunt]
KING HENRY V

SCENE III       The English camp.

[Enter GLOUCESTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, ERPINGHAM, with all his host: SALISBURY and WESTMORELAND]

GLOUCESTER      Where is the king?

SALISBURY       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!

EXETER

Farewell, kind lord; fight valiantly to-day: And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, For thou art framed of the firm truth of valour.

[Exit SALISBURY]

BEDFORD

He is full of valour as of kindness;
Princely in both.

[Enter the KING]

WESTMORELAND                      O that we now had here
        But one ten thousand of those men in England
        That do no work to-day!

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 more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars. And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.' Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names. Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester, Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd. This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
[Re-enter SALISBURY]

SALISBURY       My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed:
        The French are bravely in their battles set,
        And will with all expedience charge on us.

Without more help, could fight this royal battle!

Which likes me better than to wish us one.
You know your places: God be with you all!
[Tucket. Enter MONTJOY]

MONTJOY

Once more I come to know of thee, King Harry, If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, Before thy most assured overthrow: For certainly thou art so near the gulf, Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy, The constable desires thee thou wilt mind Thy followers of repentance; that their souls May make a peaceful and a sweet retire From off these fields, where, wretches, their poor bodies Must lie and fester.

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
While the beast lived, was killed with hunting him. A many of our bodies shall no doubt
Find native graves; upon the which, I trust, Shall witness live in brass of this day's work: And those that leave their valiant bones in France, Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills, They shall be famed; for there the sun shall greet them, And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime, The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France. Mark then abounding valour in our English,
That being dead, like to the bullet's grazing, Break out into a second course of mischief, Killing in relapse of mortality.
Let me speak proudly: tell the constable
We are but warriors for the working-day;
Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirch'd With rainy marching in the painful field;
There's not a piece of feather in our host-- Good argument, I hope, we will not fly--
And time hath worn us into slovenry:
But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim; And my poor soldiers tell me, yet ere night They'll be in fresher robes, or they will pluck The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads And turn them out of service. If they do this,-- As, if God please, they shall,--my ransom then Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour; Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald: They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints; Which if they have as I will leave 'em them, Shall yield them little, tell the constable.

MONTJOY

I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well: Thou never shalt hear herald any more.

[Exit]

[Enter YORK]

YORK

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

And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!
[Exeunt]
KING HENRY V

SCENE IV        The field of battle.

[Alarum. Excursions. Enter PISTOL, French Soldier, and Boy]

PISTOL

Qualtitie calmie custure me! Art thou a gentleman? what is thy name? discuss.

PISTOL

O, Signieur Dew should be a gentleman:
Perpend my words, O Signieur Dew, and mark; O Signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox, Except, O signieur, thou do give to me Egregious ransom.

PISTOL

Moy shall not serve; I will have forty moys; Or I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat In drops of crimson blood.

PISTOL

Brass, cur!
Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat, Offer'st me brass?

PISTOL

Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys?
Come hither, boy: ask me this slave in French What is his name.

Boy

Ecoutez: comment etes-vous appele?

Boy

He says his name is Master Fer.

PISTOL

Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk him, and ferret him: discuss the same in French unto him.

Boy

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

Boy

Il me commande de vous dire que vous faites vous pret; car ce soldat ici est dispose tout a cette heure de couper votre gorge.

PISTOL

Owy, cuppele gorge, permafoy,
Peasant, unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns; Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.

pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison: gardez ma vie, et je vous donnerai deux cents ecus.

Boy

He prays you to save his life: he is a gentleman of a good house; and for his ransom he will give you two hundred crowns.

Boy

Encore qu'il est contre son jurement de pardonner aucun prisonnier, neanmoins, pour les ecus que vous l'avez promis, il est content de vous donner la liberte, le franchisement.

je m'estime heureux que je suis tombe entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave, vaillant, et tres distingue seigneur d'Angleterre.

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.

PISTOL

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]
KING HENRY V

[Enter Constable, ORLEANS, BOURBON, DAUPHIN, and RAMBURES]

Constable       O diable!

DAUPHIN

Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes. O merchante fortune! Do not run away.

[A short alarum]

Constable                         Why, all our ranks are broke.

DAUPHIN

O perdurable shame! let's stab ourselves.
Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for?

BOURBON

Shame and eternal shame, nothing but shame! Let us die in honour: once more back again; And he that will not follow Bourbon now, Let him go hence, and with his cap in hand, Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog, His fairest daughter is contaminated.

Constable       Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now!
        Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.

ORLEANS

We are enow yet living in the field
To smother up the English in our throngs, If any order might be thought upon.

BOURBON

The devil take order now! I'll to the throng: Let life be short; else shame will be too long.

[Exeunt]
KING HENRY V

SCENE VI        Another part of the field.

[Alarums. Enter KING HENRY and forces, EXETER, and others]

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

I saw him down; thrice up again and fighting; From helmet to the spur all blood he was.

EXETER

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 spawn 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 smiled me in the face, raught me his hand, And, with a feeble gripe, says 'Dear my lord, Commend my service to me sovereign.' So did he turn and over Suffolk's neck He threw his wounded arm and kiss'd his lips; And so espoused to death, with blood he seal'd A testament of noble-ending love. The pretty and sweet manner of it forced Those waters from me which I would have stopp'd; But I had not so much of man in me, And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.

For, hearing this, I must perforce compound With mistful eyes, or they will issue too.
[Alarum]
But, hark! what new alarum is this same?
The French have reinforced their scatter'd men: Then every soldier kill his prisoners:
Give the word through.
[Exeunt]
KING HENRY V

SCENE VII       Another part of the field.

[Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER]

FLUELLEN        Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis expressly
        against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant a piece of
        knavery, mark you now, as can be offer't; in your
        conscience, now, is it not?

GOWER

'Tis certain there's not a boy left alive; and the cowardly rascals that ran from the battle ha' done this slaughter: besides, they have burned and carried away all that was in the king's tent; wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a gallant king!

FLUELLEN        Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, Captain Gower. What
        call you the town's name where Alexander the Pig was born!

GOWER   Alexander the Great.

FLUELLEN        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.

GOWER

I think Alexander the Great was born in Macedon; his father was called Philip of Macedon, as I take it.

FLUELLEN        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 best friend, Cleitus.

GOWER

Our king is not like him in that: he never killed any of his friends.

FLUELLEN        It is not well done, mark you now 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.

GOWER   Sir John Falstaff.

FLUELLEN        That is he: I'll tell you there is good men porn at Monmouth.

[Alarum. Enter KING HENRY, and forces; WARWICK, GLOUCESTER, EXETER, and others]

Until this instant. 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 sight: If they'll do neither, we will come to them, And make them skirr away, as swift as stones Enforced from the old Assyrian slings:
Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have, And not a man of them that we shall take
Shall taste our mercy. Go and tell them so.
[Enter MONTJOY]

GLOUCESTER      His eyes are humbler than they used to be.

That I have fined these bones of mine for ransom? Comest thou again for ransom?

MONTJOY

No, great king:
I come to thee for charitable licence, That we may wander o'er this bloody field To look our dead, and then to bury them; To sort our nobles from our common men. For many of our princes--woe the while!-- Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood; So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs In blood of princes; and their wounded steeds Fret fetlock deep in gore and with wild rage Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters, Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king, To view the field in safety and dispose Of their dead bodies!

I know not if the day be ours or no;
For yet a many of your horsemen peer
And gallop o'er the field.

What is this castle call'd that stands hard by?

Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.

FLUELLEN        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.

KING HENRY V    They did, Fluellen.

FLUELLEN        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.

For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman.

FLUELLEN        All the water in Wye cannot wash your majesty's
        Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that:
        God pless it and preserve it, as long as it pleases
        his grace, and his majesty too!

KING HENRY V    Thanks, good my countryman.

FLUELLEN        By Jeshu, 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.

Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
On both our parts. Call yonder fellow hither.
[Points to WILLIAMS. Exeunt Heralds with Montjoy]

KING HENRY V    Soldier, why wearest thou that glove in thy cap?

WILLIAMS        An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of one that
        I should fight withal, if he be alive.

KING HENRY V    An Englishman?

WILLIAMS        An't please your majesty, a rascal that swaggered
        with me last night; who, if alive and ever dare to
        challenge this glove, I have sworn to take him a box
        o' th' 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.

soldier keep his oath?

FLUELLEN        He is a craven and a villain else, an't please your
        majesty, in my conscience.

quite from the answer of his degree.

FLUELLEN        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!

KING HENRY V    Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meetest the fellow.

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

KING HENRY V    Who servest thou under?

WILLIAMS        Under Captain Gower, my liege.

FLUELLEN        Gower is a good captain, and is good knowledge and
        literatured in the wars.

KING HENRY V    Call him hither to me, soldier.

WILLIAMS        I will, my liege.

[Exit]

stick it in thy cap: when Alencon and myself were down together, I plucked this glove from his helm: if any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alencon, and an enemy to our person; if thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an thou dost me love.

FLUELLEN        Your grace doo's 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 aggrieved at this glove; that is all; but I
        would fain see it once, an please God of his grace

that I might see.

KING HENRY V    Knowest thou Gower?

FLUELLEN        He is my dear friend, an please you.

KING HENRY V    Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to my tent.

FLUELLEN        I will fetch him.

[Exit]

Follow Fluellen closely at the heels:
The glove which I have given him for a favour May haply purchase him a box o' th' ear;
It is the soldier's; I by bargain should
Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick: If that the soldier strike him, as I judge
By his blunt bearing he will keep his word, Some sudden mischief may arise of it;
For I do know Fluellen valiant
And, touched with choler, hot as gunpowder, And quickly will return an injury:
Follow and see there be no harm between them. Go you with me, uncle of Exeter.
[Exeunt]
KING HENRY V

SCENE VIII      Before KING HENRY'S pavilion.

[Enter GOWER and WILLIAMS]

WILLIAMS        I warrant it is to knight you, captain.

[Enter FLUELLEN]

FLUELLEN        God's will and his pleasure, captain, I beseech you
        now, come apace to the king: there is more good
        toward you peradventure than is in your knowledge to dream of.

WILLIAMS        Sir, know you this glove?

FLUELLEN        Know the glove! I know the glove is glove.

WILLIAMS        I know this; and thus I challenge it.

[Strikes him]

FLUELLEN        'Sblood! an arrant traitor as any is in the
        universal world, or in France, or in England!

GOWER   How now, sir! you villain!

WILLIAMS        Do you think I'll be forsworn?

FLUELLEN        Stand away, Captain Gower; I will give treason his
        payment into ploughs, I warrant you.

WILLIAMS        I am no traitor.

FLUELLEN        That's a lie in thy throat. I charge you in his
        majesty's name, apprehend him: he's a friend of the
        Duke Alencon's.

[Enter WARWICK and GLOUCESTER]

FLUELLEN        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]

KING HENRY V    How now! what's the matter?

FLUELLEN        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 Alencon.

WILLIAMS        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.

FLUELLEN        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 Alencon, that your majesty is

give me; in your conscience, now?

fellow of it.
'Twas I, indeed, thou promised'st to strike; And thou hast given me most bitter terms.

FLUELLEN        An please your majesty, let his neck answer for it,
        if there is any martial law in the world.

KING HENRY V    How canst thou make me satisfaction?

WILLIAMS        All offences, my lord, come from the heart: never
        came any from mine that might offend your majesty.

KING HENRY V    It was ourself thou didst abuse.

WILLIAMS        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.

And give it to this fellow. Keep it, fellow; And wear it for an honour in thy cap
Till I do challenge it. Give him the crowns: And, captain, you must needs be friends with him.

FLUELLEN        By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle
        enough in his belly. 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 better for you.

WILLIAMS        I will none of your money.

FLUELLEN        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.

[Enter an English Herald]

EXETER

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.

That in the field lie slain: of princes, in this number, And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
One hundred twenty six: added to these,
Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen, Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which, Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights: So that, in these ten thousand they have lost, There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries;
The rest are princes, barons, lords, knights, squires, And gentlemen of blood and quality.
The names of those their nobles that lie dead: Charles Delabreth, high constable of France; Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France;
The master of the cross-bows, Lord Rambures; Great Master of France, the brave Sir Guichard Dolphin, John Duke of Alencon, Anthony Duke of Brabant, The brother of the Duke of Burgundy,
And Edward Duke of Bar: of lusty earls,
Grandpre and Roussi, Fauconberg and Foix,
Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Lestrale. Here was a royal fellowship of death!
Where is the number of our English dead?
[Herald shews him another paper]
Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk, Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam, esquire:
None else of name; and of all other men
But five and twenty. O God, thy arm was here; And not to us, but to thy arm alone,
Ascribe we all! When, without stratagem,
But in plain shock and even play of battle, Was ever known so great and little loss
On one part and on the other? Take it, God, For it is none but thine!

And be it death proclaimed through our host To boast of this or take the praise from God Which is his only.

FLUELLEN        Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell
        how many is killed?

That God fought for us.

FLUELLEN        Yes, my conscience, he did us great good.

Let there be sung 'Non nobis' and 'Te Deum;' The dead with charity enclosed in clay:
And then to Calais; and to England then:
Where ne'er from France arrived more happy men.
[Exeunt]
KING HENRY V

PROLOGUE.
[Enter Chorus]

Chorus

Vouchsafe 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 Be here presented. Now we bear the king Toward Calais: grant him there; there seen, Heave him away upon your winged thoughts Athwart the sea. Behold, the English beach Pales in the flood with men, with wives and boys, Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep mouth'd sea, Which like a mighty whiffler 'fore the king Seems to prepare his way: so let him land, And solemnly see him set on to London. So swift a pace hath thought that even now You may imagine him upon Blackheath; Where that his lords desire him to have borne His bruised helmet and his bended sword Before him through the city: he forbids it, Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride; Giving full trophy, signal and ostent Quite from himself to God. But now behold, In the quick forge and working-house of thought, How London doth pour out her citizens! The mayor and all his brethren in best sort, Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in: As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry. Now in London place him; As yet the lamentation of the French Invites the King of England's stay at home; The emperor's coming in behalf of France, To order peace between them; and omit All the occurrences, whatever chanced, Till Harry's back-return again to France: There must we bring him; and myself have play'd The interim, by remembering you 'tis past. Then brook abridgment, and your eyes advance, After your thoughts, straight back again to France.

[Exit]
KING HENRY V

[Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER]

GOWER

Nay, that's right; but why wear you your leek today? Saint Davy's day is past.

FLUELLEN        There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in
        all things: I will tell you, asse my friend,
        Captain Gower: the rascally, scald, beggarly,
        lousy, pragging knave, Pistol, which you and
        yourself and all the world know to be no petter

than a fellow, look you now, of no merits, he is come to me and prings me pread and salt yesterday, look you, and bid me eat my leek: it was in place where I could not breed no contention with him; but I will be so bold as to wear it in my cap till I see him once again, and then I will tell him a little piece of my desires.
[Enter PISTOL]

GOWER   Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock.

FLUELLEN        'Tis no matter for his swellings nor his
        turkey-cocks. God pless you, Aunchient Pistol! you
        scurvy, lousy knave, God pless you!

PISTOL

Ha! art thou bedlam? dost thou thirst, base Trojan, To have me fold up Parca's fatal web? Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek.

FLUELLEN        I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lousy knave, at my
        desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eat,
        look you, this leek: because, look you, you do not
        love it, nor your affections and your appetites and
        your digestions doo's not agree with it, I would

desire you to eat it.

FLUELLEN        There is one goat for you.

[Strikes him]
Will you be so good, scauld knave, as eat it?

FLUELLEN        You say very true, scauld knave, when God's will is:
        I will desire you to live in the mean time, and eat
        your victuals: come, there is sauce for it.

[Strikes him]
You called me yesterday mountain-squire; but I will make you to-day a squire of low degree. I pray you, fall to: if you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek.

GOWER   Enough, captain: you have astonished him.

FLUELLEN        I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or
        I will peat his pate four days. Bite, I pray you; it
        is good for your green wound and your ploody coxcomb.

FLUELLEN        Yes, certainly, and out of doubt and out of question
        too, and ambiguities.

PISTOL

By this leek, I will most horribly revenge: I eat and eat, I swear--

FLUELLEN        Eat, I pray you: will you have some more sauce to
        your leek? there is not enough leek to swear by.

FLUELLEN        Much good do you, scauld knave, heartily. Nay, pray
        you, throw none away; the skin is good for your
        broken coxcomb. When you take occasions to see leeks
        hereafter, I pray you, mock at 'em; that is all.

FLUELLEN        Ay, leeks is good: hold you, there is a groat to
        heal your pate.

FLUELLEN        Yes, verily and in truth, you shall take it; or I
        have another leek in my pocket, which you shall eat.

FLUELLEN        If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cudgels:
        you shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but
        cudgels. God b' wi' you, and keep you, and heal your pate.

[Exit]

GOWER

Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly knave. Will you mock at an ancient tradition, begun upon an honourable respect, and worn as a memorable trophy of predeceased valour and dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words? I have seen you gleeking and galling at this gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, because he could not speak English in the native garb, he could not therefore handle an English cudgel: you find it otherwise; and henceforth let a Welsh correction teach you a good English condition. Fare ye well.

[Exit]

PISTOL

Doth Fortune play the huswife with me now?
News have I, that my Nell is dead i' the spital Of malady of France; And there my rendezvous is quite cut off. Old I do wax; and from my weary limbs Honour is cudgelled. Well, bawd I'll turn, And something lean to cutpurse of quick hand. To England will I steal, and there I'll steal: And patches will I get unto these cudgell'd scars, And swear I got them in the Gallia wars.

[Exit]
KING HENRY V

SCENE II        France. A royal palace.

[Enter, at one door KING HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, WESTMORELAND, and other Lords; at another, the FRENCH KING, QUEEN ISABEL, the PRINCESS KATHARINE, ALICE and other Ladies; the DUKE of BURGUNDY, and his train]

Unto our brother France, and to our sister, Health and fair time of day; joy and good wishes To our most fair and princely cousin Katharine; And, as a branch and member of this royalty, By whom this great assembly is contrived,
We do salute you, Duke of Burgundy;
And, princes French, and peers, health to you all!

Most worthy brother England; fairly met:
So are you, princes English, every one.

Of this good day and of this gracious meeting, As we are now glad to behold your eyes;
Your eyes, which hitherto have borne in them Against the French, that met them in their bent, The fatal balls of murdering basilisks:
The venom of such looks, we fairly hope,
Have lost their quality, and that this day
Shall change all griefs and quarrels into love.

QUEEN ISABEL    You English princes all, I do salute you.

BURGUNDY        My duty to you both, on equal love,
        Great Kings of France and England! That I have labour'd,
        With all my wits, my pains and strong endeavours,
        To bring your most imperial majesties
        Unto this bar and royal interview,

Your mightiness on both parts best can witness. Since then my office hath so far prevail'd
That, face to face and royal eye to eye,
You have congreeted, let it not disgrace me, If I demand, before this royal view,
What rub or what impediment there is,
Why that the naked, poor and mangled Peace, Dear nurse of arts and joyful births,
Should not in this best garden of the world Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage? Alas, she hath from France too long been chased, And all her husbandry doth lie on heaps,
Corrupting in its own fertility.
Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart,
Unpruned dies; her hedges even-pleach'd,
Like prisoners wildly overgrown with hair,
Put forth disorder'd twigs; her fallow leas The darnel, hemlock and rank fumitory
Doth root upon, while that the coulter rusts That should deracinate such savagery;
The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth The freckled cowslip, burnet and green clover, Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank,
Conceives by idleness and nothing teems
But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs, Losing both beauty and utility.
And as our vineyards, fallows, meads and hedges, Defective in their natures, grow to wildness, Even so our houses and ourselves and children Have lost, or do not learn for want of time, The sciences that should become our country; But grow like savages,--as soldiers will
That nothing do but meditate on blood,--
To swearing and stern looks, diffused attire And every thing that seems unnatural.
Which to reduce into our former favour
You are assembled: and my speech entreats
That I may know the let, why gentle Peace
Should not expel these inconveniences
And bless us with her former qualities.

Whose want gives growth to the imperfections Which you have cited, you must buy that peace With full accord to all our just demands;
Whose tenors and particular effects
You have enscheduled briefly in your hands.

BURGUNDY        The king hath heard them; to the which as yet
        There is no answer made.

Which you before so urged, lies in his answer.

O'erglanced the articles: pleaseth your grace To appoint some of your council presently
To sit with us once more, with better heed
To re-survey them, we will suddenly
Pass our accept and peremptory answer.

And brother Clarence, and you, brother Gloucester, Warwick and Huntingdon, go with the king;
And take with you free power to ratify,
Augment, or alter, as your wisdoms best
Shall see advantageable for our dignity,
Any thing in or out of our demands,
And we'll consign thereto. Will you, fair sister, Go with the princes, or stay here with us?

Haply a woman's voice may do some good,
When articles too nicely urged be stood on.

She is our capital demand, comprised
Within the fore-rank of our articles.

[Exeunt all except HENRY, KATHARINE, and ALICE]

Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms Such as will enter at a lady's ear
And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?

KATHARINE       Your majesty shall mock at me; I cannot speak your England.

your French heart, I will be glad to hear you confess it brokenly with your English tongue. Do you like me, Kate?

KATHARINE       Pardonnez-moi, I cannot tell vat is 'like me.'

KING HENRY V    An angel is like you, Kate, and you are like an angel.

KATHARINE       Que dit-il? que je suis semblable a les anges?

affirm it.

KATHARINE       O bon Dieu! les langues des hommes sont pleines de
        tromperies.

are full of deceits?

ALICE

Oui, dat de tongues of de mans is be full of deceits: dat is de princess.

Kate, my wooing is fit for thy understanding: I am glad thou canst speak no better English; for, if thou couldst, thou wouldst find me such a plain king that thou wouldst think I had sold my farm to buy my crown. I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say 'I love you:' then if you urge me farther than to say 'do you in faith?' I wear out my suit. Give me your answer; i' faith, do: and so clap hands and a bargain: how say you, lady?

KATHARINE       Sauf votre honneur, me understand vell.

your sake, Kate, why you undid me: for the one, I have neither words nor measure, and for the other, I have no strength in measure, yet a reasonable measure in strength. If I could win a lady at leap-frog, or by vaulting into my saddle with my armour on my back, under the correction of bragging be it spoken. I should quickly leap into a wife. Or if I might buffet for my love, or bound my horse for her favours, I could lay on like a butcher and sit like a jack-an-apes, never off. But, before God, Kate, I cannot look greenly nor gasp out my eloquence, nor I have no cunning in protestation; only downright oaths, which I never use till urged, nor never break for urging. If thou canst love a fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth sun-burning, that never looks in his glass for love of any thing he sees there, let thine eye be thy cook. I speak to thee plain soldier: If thou canst love me for this, take me: if not, to say to thee that I shall die, is true; but for thy love, by the Lord, no; yet I love thee too. And while thou livest, dear Kate, take a fellow of plain and uncoined constancy; for he perforce must do thee right, because he hath not the gift to woo in other places: for these fellows of infinite tongue, that can rhyme themselves into ladies' favours, they do always reason themselves out again. What! a speaker is but a prater; a rhyme is but a ballad. A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curled pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon; for it shines bright and never changes, but keeps his course truly. If thou would have such a one, take me; and take me, take a soldier; take a soldier, take a king. And what sayest thou then to my love? speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.

KATHARINE       Is it possible dat I sould love de enemy of France?

France, Kate: but, in loving me, you should love the friend of France; for I love France so well that I will not part with a village of it; I will have it all mine: and, Kate, when France is mine and I am yours, then yours is France and you are mine.

KATHARINE       I cannot tell vat is dat.

sure will hang upon my tongue like a new-married wife about her husband's neck, hardly to be shook off. Je quand sur le possession de France, et quand vous avez le possession de moi,--let me see, what then? Saint Denis be my speed!--donc votre est France et vous etes mienne. It is as easy for me, Kate, to conquer the kingdom as to speak so much more French: I shall never move thee in French, unless it be to laugh at me.

KATHARINE       Sauf votre honneur, le Francois que vous parlez, il
        est meilleur que l'Anglois lequel je parle.

tongue, and I thine, most truly-falsely, must needs be granted to be much at one. But, Kate, dost thou understand thus much English, canst thou love me?

KATHARINE       I cannot tell.

them. Come, I know thou lovest me: and at night, when you come into your closet, you'll question this gentlewoman about me; and I know, Kate, you will to her dispraise those parts in me that you love with your heart: but, good Kate, mock me mercifully; the rather, gentle princess, because I love thee cruelly. If ever thou beest mine, Kate, as I have a saving faith within me tells me thou shalt, I get thee with scambling, and thou must therefore needs prove a good soldier-breeder: shall not thou and I, between Saint Denis and Saint George, compound a boy, half French, half English, that shall go to Constantinople and take the Turk by the beard? shall we not? what sayest thou, my fair
flower-de-luce?

KATHARINE       I do not know dat

but now promise, Kate, you will endeavour for your French part of such a boy; and for my English moiety take the word of a king and a bachelor. How answer you, la plus belle Katharine du monde, mon tres cher et devin deesse?

KATHARINE       Your majestee ave fausse French enough to deceive de
        most sage demoiselle dat is en France.

true English, I love thee, Kate: by which honour I dare not swear thou lovest me; yet my blood begins to flatter me that thou dost, notwithstanding the poor and untempering effect of my visage. Now, beshrew my father's ambition! he was thinking of civil wars when he got me: therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that, when I come to woo ladies, I fright them. But, in faith, Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear: my comfort is, that old age, that ill layer up of beauty, can do no more, spoil upon my face: thou hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst; and thou shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and better: and therefore tell me, most fair Katharine, will you have me? Put off your maiden blushes; avouch the thoughts of your heart with the looks of an empress; take me by the hand, and say 'Harry of England I am thine:' which word thou shalt no sooner bless mine ear withal, but I will tell thee aloud 'England is thine, Ireland is thine, France is thine, and Harry Plantagenet is thine;' who though I speak it before his face, if he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the best king of good fellows. Come, your answer in broken music; for thy voice is music and thy English broken; therefore, queen of all, Katharine, break thy mind to me in broken English; wilt thou have me?

KATHARINE       Dat is as it sall please de roi mon pere.

him, Kate.

KATHARINE       Den it sall also content me.

KING HENRY V    Upon that I kiss your hand, and I call you my queen.

KATHARINE       Laissez, mon seigneur, laissez, laissez: ma foi, je
        ne veux point que vous abaissiez votre grandeur en
        baisant la main d'une de votre seigeurie indigne
        serviteur; excusez-moi, je vous supplie, mon
        tres-puissant seigneur.

KING HENRY V    Then I will kiss your lips, Kate.

KATHARINE       Les dames et demoiselles pour etre baisees devant
        leur noces, il n'est pas la coutume de France.

ALICE

Dat it is not be de fashion pour les ladies of France,--I cannot tell vat is baiser en Anglish.

before they are married, would she say?

Kate, you and I cannot be confined within the weak list of a country's fashion: we are the makers of manners, Kate; and the liberty that follows our places stops the mouth of all find-faults; as I will do yours, for upholding the nice fashion of your country in denying me a kiss: therefore, patiently and yielding.
[Kissing her]
You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate: there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French council; and they should sooner persuade Harry of England than a general petition of monarchs. Here comes your father.
[Re-enter the FRENCH KING and his QUEEN, BURGUNDY, and other Lords]

BURGUNDY        God save your majesty! my royal cousin, teach you
        our princess English?

perfectly I love her; and that is good English.

BURGUNDY        Is she not apt?

smooth; so that, having neither the voice nor the heart of flattery about me, I cannot so conjure up the spirit of love in her, that he will appear in his true likeness.

BURGUNDY        Pardon the frankness of my mirth, if I answer you
        for that. If you would conjure in her, you must
        make a circle; if conjure up love in her in his true
        likeness, he must appear naked and blind. Can you
        blame her then, being a maid yet rosed over with the

virgin crimson of modesty, if she deny the
appearance of a naked blind boy in her naked seeing self? It were, my lord, a hard condition for a maid to consign to.

KING HENRY V    Yet they do wink and yield, as love is blind and enforces.

BURGUNDY        They are then excused, my lord, when they see not
        what they do.

KING HENRY V    Then, good my lord, teach your cousin to consent winking.

BURGUNDY        I will wink on her to consent, my lord, if you will
        teach her to know my meaning: for maids, well
        summered and warm kept, are like flies at
        Bartholomew-tide, blind, though they have their
        eyes; and then they will endure handling, which

before would not abide looking on.

and so I shall catch the fly, your cousin, in the latter end and she must be blind too.

BURGUNDY        As love is, my lord, before it loves.

my blindness, who cannot see many a fair French city for one fair French maid that stands in my way.

turned into a maid; for they are all girdled with maiden walls that war hath never entered.

wait on her: so the maid that stood in the way for my wish shall show me the way to my will.

His daughter first, and then in sequel all, According to their firm proposed natures.

EXETER

Only he hath not yet subscribed this:
Where your majesty demands, that the King of France, having any occasion to write for matter of grant, shall name your highness in this form and with this addition in French, Notre trescher fils Henri, Roi d'Angleterre, Heritier de France; and thus in Latin, Praeclarissimus filius noster Henricus, Rex Angliae, et Haeres Franciae.

But your request shall make me let it pass.

Let that one article rank with the rest;
And thereupon give me your daughter.

Issue to me; that the contending kingdoms
Of France and England, whose very shores look pale With envy of each other's happiness,
May cease their hatred, and this dear conjunction Plant neighbourhood and Christian-like accord In their sweet bosoms, that never war advance His bleeding sword 'twixt England and fair France.

ALL

Amen!

That here I kiss her as my sovereign queen.
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Combine your hearts in one, your realms in one! As man and wife, being two, are one in love, So be there 'twixt your kingdoms such a spousal, That never may ill office, or fell jealousy, Which troubles oft the bed of blessed marriage, Thrust in between the paction of these kingdoms, To make divorce of their incorporate league; That English may as French, French Englishmen, Receive each other. God speak this Amen!

ALL

Amen!

My Lord of Burgundy, we'll take your oath,
And all the peers', for surety of our leagues. Then shall I swear to Kate, and you to me;
And may our oaths well kept and prosperous be!
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KING HENRY V
EPILOGUE
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Chorus

Thus far, with rough and all-unable pen,
Our bending author hath pursued the story, In little room confining mighty men, Mangling by starts the full course of their glory. Small time, but in that small most greatly lived This star of England: Fortune made his sword; By which the world's best garden be achieved, And of it left his son imperial lord. Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd King Of France and England, did this king succeed; Whose state so many had the managing, That they lost France and made his England bleed: Which oft our stage hath shown; and, for their sake, In your fair minds let this acceptance take.

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