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S CE N E III.
Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot,
But they'll remember, with advantages,
What feats they did that day: Then shall our Enter Gloster, Bedford, Exeter, Erpingham, with
names, all the English Host; Salisbury,andWestmoreland. 5 Familiar in their mouth as houshold words, Glo. Where is the king?
Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter, Bed. The king himself is rode to view their Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,-battle.
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd: West. Of fighting men they have full threescore This story shall the good man teach his son; thousand,
[fresh. 10 And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, Ere. There's five to one; besides, they all are From this day to the ending of the world,
Sal. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds. But we in it shall be remembered: God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge: We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; If we no more meet, 'till we meet in heaven, For he to-day that sheds his blood with me, Then joyfully,--my noble lord of Bedford, 15 Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, Mydear lordGloster and my good lord Exeter, This day shall gentle his condition": And my kind kinsman,--warriors all, adieu! And gentlemen in England, now a-hed, Bed. Farewel, good Salisbury; and good luck Shallthink themselves accursed,theywere not here; go with thee!
And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, Ere. to Sal. Farewell, kind lord ! fight valiantly 20That fought with us upon saint Crispin's day. to-day:
Enter Salisbury. And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it, Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with For thou are fram'd of the firm truth of valour.
speed : [Exit Salisbury.
The French are 'bravely in their battles set, Bed. He is as full of valour as of kindness; 25 And will with all expedience * charge on us. Princely in both.
K'. Henry. All things are ready, if our miuds Enter King Henry. West. O, that we now had here
West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward But one ten thousand of those men in England,
now! That do no work to-day !
30 K”. Henry. Thou dost not wish more help from K. Henry. What's he, that wishes so?
England, cousin! My cousin Westmoreland ?-No, my fair cousin West. God's will, my liege, would you and I If we are mark'd to die, we are enough
alone, To do our country loss; and if to live,
Without more help, might fight this battle out! The fewer men, the greater share of honour. 135 K. Henry. Why, now thou hast unwish'd live God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
thousand men; By Jove, I am not covetous for gold;
Which likes me better, than to wish us one. Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; You know your places: God be with you all! It yearns me not, if men my garments wear;
Tucket. Enter Montjoy. Such outward things dwell not in my desires: 40 Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, But, if it be a sin to covet honour,
king Harry, I am the most offending soul alive.
If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: Before thy most assured over-throw: God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour, For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf, As one man more, methinks, would share from me, 45 Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in niercy, For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more: The Constable desires thee-thou wilt mind Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my Thy followers of repentance; that their souls That he which hath no stomach to this fight, [host, May inake a peaceful and a sweet retire Let him depart; his passport shall be made, Fruin off these fields, where (wretches) their poor And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
bodies We would not die in that man's company,
Must lie and fester. That fears his fellowship to die with us.
K. Henry. Who hath sent thee vow? This day is called—the feast of Crispian:'
Mont. The Constable of France. He, that out-lives this day, and comes safe home, K. Henry. I pray thee, bear iny former answer Will stand a-tip-toe when this day is nam'd, 55
back; And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
Bid them atchieve me, and then sell my bones. He, that shall live this day, and see old age, Good God! why should they mock poor fellows Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends,
thus? And say-To-morrow is saint Crispian:
that once did sell the lion's skin Then will he strip his sleeve, and shew his scars. 160/While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him.
· The battle of Agincourt was fought upon the 25th of October, St. Crispin's day. 2 i. e. this day shall advance him to the rank of a gentleman, i. e. splendidly, ostentatiously. i.e. expedition. Mm 2
A many of our bodies shall, no doubt,
Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu ! Find native graves; upon the which. I trust, Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a gentleman:Shall witness live in brass of this day's work: Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and mark;And those that leave their valiant bones in France, O signieur Dew, thou dy'st on point of fox', Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills, 5 Except, O signieur, thou do give to me They shall be fam’d: for there the sun shall greet Egregious ransom. them,
Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde! ayez pitié de
Pist. Brass, cur!
Otter'st me brass?
Pist. Say'st thou ine so? is that a ton of moys"? There's not a piece of feather in our host,
-Come hither, boy; Ask me this slave in French, (Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly) 20 What is his name. And time hath worn us into slovenry:
Boy. Escoutez; Comment estos tous appellé ? But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim :
Fr. Sol. Monsieur le For. And my poor soldiers tell me—yet ere night
e says, his name is-master Fer. They'll be in fresher robes; or they will pluck Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer bin, and firk' hiin, The gay new coats o'er the French Soldiers' heads, 23 and ferret him;-discuss the same in French unto And turn them out of service. If they do this, him. (As, if God please, they shall) my ransom then Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and Will soon be levy'd. Herald, save thy labour; ferret, and tirk. Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald; Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat. They shall have none, I swear, but these my 30 Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur ? joints:
Boy. Il me communde de vous dire que vous Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them, rous teniez prest; car ce soldat icy est disposé Shall yield them little, tell the Constable.
tout à cette heure de couper vostre gorge. Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee Pist. Quy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant, well:
|35 Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns; Thou never shalt hear herald any more. [Erit. Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword. K. Henry, I fear, thou'lt once more come again Fr.Sol. 0, je vous supplie, pour l'amour de Dieu, for ransom.
me pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maiEnter the Duke of York.
son; gardez ma rie, je rous donneray deux York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg 40 Pist. What are his words? [cents escus. The leading of the vaward.
Boy. He prays you to save his lite: he is a K. Henry. Take it, brave York.-Now, sol- gentleman of a good house; and, for his tansom, diers, march away:
he will give you two hundred crowns. And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day! Pist. Tell him,-my fury shall abate, and I
[Exeunt. 45 The crowns will iake. SCE N E IV.
Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il ?
Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de The Field of Battle.
pardonner aucun prisonnier; neantmoins, pour Alarum, excursions. Enter Pistol, French Sol- les escus que vous l'avez promettez, il est content dier, and Boy.
50 de vous donner la liberté, le franchisement. Pist. Yield, cur.
Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux je vous donne mille Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme remercimens: d je m'estime heureur que je suis de bonne qualité.
tombé entre les mains d'un cheralier, je pense, le Pist. Quality, call you me-Construeme, art plus brave, Taliant, & tres distingué seigneur thou a gentleman? What is thy name? discuss. 1551 Pist. Expound unto me, boy. [å'Angleterre.
Mr. Steevens observes, that by this phrase, however uncouth, Shakspeare seems to mean the same as in the preceding line. Mortality is death. Relapse may be used for rebound. Shakspeare has given mind of honour, for honourable mind; and by the same rule might write relapse of mortality, for fatal or mortal rebound; or by relapse of mortality, he may mean-after they had relapsed into inanimation. - ? i.e. golden show, superficial gilding: Obsolete. * For is an old cant word for a sword. * The rim means what is now called the diaphragm in human creatures, and the skirt or midriff in beasts. Moys is a piece of money; whence moi d'or, or moi of gold. *To firk is used in a variety of senses by different old authors: in this place it would seem to mean, to chastise.
Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand Ere. The duke of York commends him to your thanks; and esteems himself happy that he hath
majesty. fallen into the hands oi one (as he thinks), the K'. Henry. Lives he, good uncle? Thrice, within most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of England.
5 I saw biin down; thrice up again, and fighting; Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy shew. From helmet to the spur, all blood he was. Follow me, cur.
Exe. In which array (brave soldier) doth he lie, Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine. Larding the plain : and by his bloody side
(Ext. Pistol, and French Soldier. Yoak-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,) I did never know so full a voice issue from so 10 The noble earl of Suffolk also lies. empty a heart: but the saying is true,
-Thel Suffolk tirst dy'd: and York, all haggled over, empty vesselmahes the greatest sound. Bardolph, Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd, and Nym, had ten times more valour than this And takes him by the beard; kisses the gashes, roaring devil' i' the old play, that every one may
That bloudily did yawn upon his face; pare nis nail with a wooden dagger; yet they are 15 And cries aloud, -Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk ! both hang'd; and so would this be, it he durst My soul skull thine keep company to leaven: steal any thing advent'rously. I must stay with Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, ihen fly a-breast; the lacqueys, with the luggage of our camp: the us, in this glorious and well-foughten field, French might have a good prey of us, if he knew We kept together in our chivulry. of it; for there is none to guard it, but boys. 20Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up:
[Erit. He smil'd me in the face, raught me in his hand,
And, with a fueble gripe, says,- Dear my lord,
Commend my sercice to my sovereign.
su did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck Enter Co:zstable, Orleans, Bourbon, Dauphin, 25 He threw his wounded arın, and kiss'd his lips; and Ranıbures.
And so, espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd Con. O diable !
[perdu ! A testament of noble-ending love. Onl. O seigneur !-- le jour est perdu, tout est The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd
Dau. Alort de ma vie! all is confounded, all! Those waters from me, which I would havestopp'd; Reproach and everlasting shame
30 But I had not so much of man in me,
K. Henry. I blame you not;
But, hark! what new alarum is this same? Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but
The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd men: shame!
Then every soldier kill his prisoners; Let us die instant:-Once more back again;
Give the word through.
[Exeunt. And he that will not follow Bourbon now, 401
SCENE VII. Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand,
Alarums continued; after which, enter Fbéllen Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door,
and Gower, Vi hilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog, His fairest daughter is containinated.
Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage ! 'tis exCon. Disorder, that hathspoiledus, friendus now! 45 pressly against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant a Letus, in heaps, go otter up our lives
piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be ofUnto these English, or else die with fame.
ferd, in the 'orld: In your conscience now, is it Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, not? To smother up the English in our throngs,
G02:. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; If any order might be thought upon. (throng; 50 and the cowardly rascals, that ran away from the
Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the battle, have done this slaughter: besides, they have Lei life be short; else shame will be too long. burn'd or carried away all that was in the king's
[Exeunt. tent; wherefore the king, most worthily, has SCENE VI.
caus'd every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat.
550, 'tis a gallant king! Aarum. Enter King Henry and his Train, with Flu. I, he was porn at Monmouth, captain Prisoners.
Gower: What call you the town's name, where K. Henry. Well hare we done, thrice-valiant Alexandler the pig was born? couptrymen :
Gow. Alexander the Great, But all's not done, yet keep the French the field. 60 Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? the
' Dr. Johnson on this passage observes, that in modern puppet-shows, which seem to be copied from the old farces, Punch sometimes fights the Devil, and always overcomes him. I suppose the l'ice of the old farce, to whoin Punch succeeds, used to tight the Devil with a wooden daggeri Perdurable
4 Dreams lastig.
pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or That I have find these bones of mine for ransom?
Mont. No, great king:
To book our dead, and then to bury thein; Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where Alex- Tosort our nobles from our common men; ander is porn. I tell you, captain, If you look For many of our princes (woe the while !) in the inaps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood: in the comparisons between Macedon and Mon- 10so do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs mouth, that the situations, look you, is both alike. In blood of princes; while their wounded steeds There is a river in Macedon: and there is also, Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild rage, inoreover, a river at Monmouth: it is callid Wye, Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters, at Monmouth; but it is out of my prairis, what is Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king, the name of the other river; but 'tis all orie, 'tis 15 To view the field in safety, and dispose so like as my fingers is to my fingers, and there Of their dead bodies. is salmons in both. If you mark Alexander's life K. Henry. I tell thee truly, herald, well, Harry of Monmouth's life is come after it I know not, if the day be ours, or no; indifferent well; for there is figures in all things. For yet a many of your horsemen peer, Alexander (Got knows, and you know) in bis 20 And gallop o'er the field. rages, and his furies, and his wraths, and his cho. Mont. The day is yours. lers, and his moods, and his displeasures, and his K. Henry. Praised be God, and not our strength, indignations, and also being a little intoxicates in
for it! his prains, did, in his ales and his angers, look What is this castle call’d, that stands hard by? you, kill his pest friend Clytus.
25 Mont. They call it-Agincourt. [court, Gow. Our king is not like him in that ; he K. Henry. Then call we this--the field of Aginnever kill'd any of his friends.
Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus. Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't the tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end please your majesty, and your great-uncle Edward and finish’d. I speak but in figures and compa-30 the plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the risons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clya chronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in tus, being in his ales and his cups; so also Harry France. Monmouth, heing in his right wits and his goot K. Henry. They did, Fluellen. judgments, is turn away the fat knight with the Flu, Your majesty says very true: If your magreat pelly-doublet: he was full of jests, and 35 jesties is remember'd of it, the Welchmen did goot gypes, and knaveries, and mocks; I am forget his service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing
leeks in their Monmouth caps; which, your maGow. Sir John Falstaff.
ljesty knows, to this hour is an honourable padge Flu. That is he: I tell you, there is goot men of the service: and, I do believe, your majesty porn at Monmouth.
40 takes no scorn to wear the leek upon saint Távy's Gow. Ilere comes his majesty.
day, Alarum. Enter King Henry, Wurwick, Gloster,
K. Henry. I wear it for a memorable honour: Exeter, gc, Flourish.
For I am Welch, you know, good countryman.
Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your X. Henry. I was not angry since I came to +5 majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell France,
you that: Got pless and preserve it, as long as it Until this instant.-- Take a trumpet, herald; pleases his grace and his inajesty too! Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hiļl:
K. Henry. Thanks,good my countryman. If they will fight with us, bid them come down, Flu. By Cheshu, I am your'majesty's country. Or void the field; they do offend our sight: 150 man, I care not who know it; I will confess it If they'll do neither, we will come to them; to all the 'orld: I need not be ashamed of your And inake them skir' away, as swift as stones majesty, praised be Got, so long as your majesty Enforced from the old Assyrian slings:
is an honest man. Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have; K. Ilenry. God keep me so!-Ourheralds go And not a man of them, that we shall take, 155
with him; Shall taste our mercy :-Go, and tell them so.
Bring ine just notice of the numbers dead
-Call yonder fellow hither. liege.
[Exrunt Montjoy and others. Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us’d to be. 60 Ere. Soldier, you inust come to the king. *. Henry. How now! what means their berald: K llenry. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove know'st thou not,
lin thy cap? See note ’, p. 384. ? Mercenary here means common or hired blood. The gentlemen of the army served at their own charge, in consequence of their tenures,
Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of Some sudden mischief may arise of it; one that I should tight withal, if he be alive. For I do know Fluellen valiant, K. Henry. An Englishman?
And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder, Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that And quickly he'll return an injury: swaggered with me last night: who, if 'a live, and 5 Follow, and see there be no harın between them. it ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn Go
[Exeunt. to take him a box o'the ear; or, if I can see my
SCENE VIII. glove in his cap (which, he swore, as he was a soldier, he would wear, if alive) I will strike it out
Before King Henry's Pavillion. soundly.
Enter Gower and Williams. K. Henry. What think you, captain Fluellen? Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain. is it fit this soldier keep his oath?
Enter Flucllen. Flu. He is a craven and a villain else, an't please
Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I peyour majesty, in my conscience.
seech you now, come apace to the king: there is K. Henry. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman 15 more goot toward you, paradventure, than is in of great sort', quite from the answer of his de- your knovledge to dream of. gree.
Will. Sir, know you this glove? Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the
Flu. Know the glove? I know, the glove is a tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is ne. glove. cessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and 20 Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it. his oath: if he be perjur’d, see you now,
[Strikes him. putation is as arrant a villain, and a jack-sauce, as Flu. 'Sblud, an arrant traitor, as any's in the ever his plack shoe trod upon Got's ground and universal'orld, or in France, or in England. his earth, in my conscience, la.
Gow. How now, sir? you villain ! K. Henry. Then keep thy vow, şirrah, when 25 Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn? thou meet'st the fellow,
Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give #fill . So I will, my liege, as I live,
treason his payment into plows', I warrant you. k. Henry. Who servest thou under?
Will. I am no traitor. Will. Coder Captain Gower, my liege.
Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.-I charge you tiu. Gower is a goot captain; and is goot 30 in bis majesty's name, apprehend him; he's a knowledge and literature in the wars.
friend of the duke Alençon's. K. Henry. Call him hither to me, soldier.
Enter Warwick, and Gloster. Hill. I will, my liege.
[Exit. War. How now, how now! what's the matter? K. Henry. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this fa- Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be tour for me, and stick it in thy cap: When Alen-35 Got for it) a most contagious treason come to light, çon and inyself were down together, I pluck'd this look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. glove from his helm: if any man chalienge this, he
Here is his majesty. is a friend to Alençon, and an enemy to our per
Enter King Henry, and Exeter. son; if thou encounter any such, apprehend him, K. Henry. How now! what's the matter? as thou dost love me.
40 Flu. My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as that, look your grace, has struck the glove which can be desire:t in the hearts of his subj, cts: I would your majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon. fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall Wiil. My liege, this is my glove; here is the tind himself aggriet'd at this glove, that is all; but tellow of it and he, that I give it to in change, I would tain see it once; an please Got of his grace, 45 promis'd to wear it in his cap; I promis'd to that I might see it.
Istrike him, if he did: I met this man with my K. Henry. Know'st thou Gower?
glove in his cap, and I have been as good as my Fiu. He is my dear friend, an please you. word.
K. Henry. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring Flu. Your majesty hear now, (saving your mahim to my tent.
30 jesty's manhood) what anarrant,rascally,peggarly, Flu. I will fetch him.
[Exit. lowsy knave it is: I hope, your majesty is pear me K. Henry. My lord of Warwick,-and my bro- testimonies, and witnesses, and avouchments, that ther Gloster,
this is the glove of Alençon, that your majesty is Follow Fluellen closely at the heels:
give me, in your conscience now. The glove, which I have given him for a favour, 55 K. Henry. Give me thy* glove, soldier; Look, Mav, haply, purchase him a box o' the ear: here is the fellow of it. 'Twas I, indeed, thou k is the soldier's; I, hy bargain, should
promisedst to strike; and thou hast given me most Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick: bitter terms. líthat the soldier strike him, (as, I judge
Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck an. By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word) 60lswer for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld.
* High rank. * Meaning, a man of such station as is not bound to hazard his person to answer to a challenge from one of the soldier's low degree. The Revisal reads, very plausibly, “ in two plows." The quarto reads, I will give treason his due presently. “It must be, give me my glove; for of the soldier's glove the king had not the fellow.