The cronicle history of Henry the fift with his battell fought at Agin Court in France. Togither with Auntient Pistoll. As it hath bene sundry times playd by the Right honorable the Lord Chamberlaine his seruants.

The Chronicle Historie of Henry the fift : with his battel fought at Agin Court in France . Togither with Auncient Pistoll . Enter King Henry , Exeter , 2. Bishops , Clarence , and other Attendants . Exeter . SHall I call in th ambassadors my Liege ? King . Not yet my Cousin , til we be resolude Of some serious matters touching vs and France . Bi. God and his Angels guard your sacred throne , And make you long become it . King . Shure we thank you . And good my Lord proceed Why the Lawe Salicke which they haue in France , Or should or should not , stop vs in our clayme : And God forbid my wise and learned Lord , That you should fashion , frame , or wrest the same . For God doth know how many now in health , Shall drop their blood in approbation , Of what your reuerence shall incite vs too . Therefore take heed how you impawne our person . How you awake the sleeping sword of warre : We charge you in the name of God take heed . After this coniuration , speake my Lord : And we will iudge , note , and beleeue in heart , That what you speake , is washt as pure As sin in baptisme . Then heare me gracious soueraigne , and you peeres , Which owe your liues , your faith and seruices To this imperiall throne . There is no bar to stay your highnesse claime to France But one , which they produce from Faramount , No female shall succeed in salicke land , Which salicke land the French vniustly gloze To be the realme of France : And Faramont the founder of this law and female barre : Yet their owne writers faithfully affirme That the land salicke lyes in Germany , Betweene the flouds of Sabeck and of Elme , Where Charles the fift hauing subdude the Saxons , There left behind , and setled certaine French , Who holding in disdaine the Germaine women , For some dishonest maners of their liues , Establisht there this lawe . To wit , No female shall succeed in salicke land : Which salicke land as I said before , Is at this time in Germany called Mesene : Thus doth it well appeare the salicke lawe Was not deuised for the realme of France , Nor did the French possesse the salicke land , Vntill 400. one and twentie yeares After the function of king Faramount , Godly supposed the founder of this lawe : Hugh Capet also that vsurpt the crowne , To fine his title with some showe of truth , When in pure truth it was corrupt and naught : Conuaid himselfe as heire to the Lady Inger , Daughter to Charles , the foresaid Duke of Lorain , So that as cleare as is the sommers Sun , King Pippins title and Hugh Capets claime , King Charles his satisfaction all appeare , To hold in right and title of the female : So do the Lords of France vntil this day , Howbeit they would hold vp this salick lawe To bar your highnesse claiming from the female , And rather choose to hide them in a net , Then amply to imbrace their crooked causes , Vsurpt from you and your progenitors . K. May we with right & conscience make this claime ▪ Bi. The sin vpon my head dread soueraigne . For in the booke of Numbers is it writ , When the sonne dies , let the inheritance Descend vnto the daughter . Noble Lord stand for your owne , Vnwinde your bloody flagge , Go my dread Lord to your great graunsirs graue , From whom you clayme : And your great Vncle Edward the blacke Prince , Who on the French ground playd a Tragedy Making defeat on the full power of France , Whilest his most mighty father on a hill , Stood smiling to behold his Lyons whelpe , Foraging blood of French Nobilitie . O Noble English that could entertaine With halfe their Forces the full power of France : And let an other halfe stand laughing by , All out of worke , and cold for action . King . We must not onely arme vs against the French , But lay downe our proportion for the Scot , Who will make rode vpon vs with all aduantages . Bi. The Marches gracious soueraigne , shal be sufficient ▪ To guard your England from the pilfering borderers . King . We do not meane the coursing sneakers onely , But feare the mayne entendement of the Scot , For you shall read , neuer my great grandfather Vnmaskt his power for France , But that the Scot on his vnfurnisht Kingdome , Came pouring like the Tide into a breach , That England being empty of defences , Hath shooke and trembled at the brute hereof . Bi. She hath bin then more feared then hurt my Lord : For heare her but examplified by her selfe , When all her chiualry hath bene in France And she a mourning widow of her Nobles , She hath her selfe not only well defended , But taken and impounded as a stray , the king of Scots , Whom like a caytiffe she did leade to France , Filling your Chronicles as rich with praise As is the owse and bottome of the sea With sunken wrack and shiplesse treasurie . Lord. There is a saying very old and true , If you will France win , Then with Scotland first begin : For once the Eagle , England being in pray , To his vnfurnish nest the weazel Scot Would suck her egs , playing the mouse in absence of the cat : To spoyle and hauock more then she can eat . Exe. It followes then , the cat must stay at home , Yet that is but a curst necessitie , Since we haue trappes to catch the petty theeues : Whilste that the armed hand doth fight abroad The aduised head controlles at home : For gouernment though high or lowe , being put into parts , Congrueth with a mutuall consent like musicke . Bi. True : therefore doth heauen diuide the fate of man in diuers functions . Whereto is added as an ayme or but , obedience : For so liue the honey Bees , creatures that by awe Ordaine an act of order to a peopeld Kingdome : They haue a King and officers of sort , Where some like Magistrates correct at home : Others like Marchants venture trade abroad : Others like souldiers armed in their stings , Make boote vpon the sommers veluet bud : Which pillage they with mery march bring home To the tent royall of their Emperour , Who busied in his maiestie , behold The singing masons building roofes of gold : The ciuell citizens lading vp the honey , The sad eyde Iustice with his surly humme , Deliuering vp to executors pale , the lazy caning Drone . This I infer , that 20. actions once a foote , May all end in one moment . As many Arrowes losed seuerall wayes , flye to one marke : As many seuerall wayes meete in one towne : As many fresh streames run in one selfe sea : As many lines close in the dyall center : So may a thousand actions once a foote , End in one moment , and be all well borne without defect . Therefore my Liege to France , Diuide your happy England into foure , Of which take you one quarter into France , And you withall , shall make all Gallia shake , If we with thrice that power left at home , Cannot defend our owne doore from the dogge , Let vs be beaten , and from henceforth lose The name of pollicy and hardinesse . Ki. Call in the messenger sent from the Dolphin , And by your ayde , the noble sinewes of our land , France being ours , wee le bring it to our awe , Or breake it all in peeces : Eyther our Chronicles shal with full mouth speak Freely of our acts , Or else like toonglesse mutes Not worshipt with a paper Epitaph : Enter th ambassadors from France . Now are we well prepared to know the Dolphins pleasure , For we heare your comming is from him . Ambassa . Pleaseth your Maiestie to giue vs leaue Freely to render what we haue in charge : Or shall I sparingly shew a farre off , The Dolphins pleasure and our Embassage ? King . We are no tyrant , but a Christian King , To whom our spirit is as subiect , As are our wretches fettered in our prisons . Therefore freely and with vncurbed boldnesse Tell vs the Dolphins minde . Ambas . Then this in fine the Dolphin saith , Whereas you clayme certaine Townes in France , From your predecessor king Edward the third , This he returnes . He saith , there s nought in France that can be with a nimble Galliard wonne : you cannot reuel into Dukedomes there : Therefore he sendeth meeter for your study , This tunne of treasure : and in lieu of this , Desires to let the Dukedomes that you craue Heare no more from you : This the Dolphin saith . King . What treasure Vncle ? Exe. Tennis balles my Liege . King . We are glad the Dolphin is so pleasant with vs , Your message and his present we accept : When we haue matched our rackets to these balles , We will by Gods grace play such a set , Shall strike his fathers crowne into the hazard . Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler , That all the Courts of France shall be disturbd with chases . And we vnderstand him well , how he comes ore vs With our wilder dayes , not measuring what vse we made of them . We neuer valued this poore seate of England . And therefore gaue our selues to barbarous licence : As t is common seene that men are merriest when they are from home . But tell the Dolphin we will keepe our state , Be like a King , mightie and commaund , When we do rowse vs in throne of France : For this haue we laid by our Maiestie And plodded lide a man for working dayes . But we will rise there with so full of glory , That we will dazell all the eyes of France , I strike the Dolphin blinde to looke on vs , And tell him this , his mock hath turnd his balles to gun stones , And his soule shall sit sore charge for the wastfull vengeance That shall flye from them . For this his mocke Shall mocke many a wife out of their deare husbands . Mocke mothers from their sonnes , mocke Castles downe , I some are yet vngotten and vnborne , That shall haue cause to curse the Dolphins scorne . But this lyes all within the will of God , to whom we doo appeale , And in whose name tel you the Dolphin we are comming on To venge vs as we may , and to put forth our hand In a rightfull cause : so get you hence , and tell your Prince , His lest will sauour but of shallow wit , When thousands weepe , more then did laugh at it . Conuey them with safe conduct : see them hence . Exe. This was a merry message . King . We hope to make the sender blush at it : Therfore let our collection for the wars be soone prouided : For God before , wee ll check the Dolphin at his fathers doore . Therefore let euery man now taske his thought , That this faire action may on foote be brought . Exeunt omnes . Enter Nim and Bardolfe . Bar. Godmorrow Corporall Nim. Nim. Godmorrow Lieftenant Bardolfe . Bar. What is antient Pistoll and thee friends yet ? Nim. I cannot tell , things must be as they may : I dare not fight , but I will winke and hold out mine Iron : It is a simple one , but what tho ; it will serue to toste cheese , And it will endure cold as an other mans sword will , And there s the humor of it . Bar. Yfaith mistresse quickly did thee great wrong , For thou weart troth plight to her . Nim. I must do as I may , tho patience be a tyred mare Yet shee l plod , and some say kniues haue edges , And men may sleepe and haue their throtes about them At that time , and there is the humour of it . Bar. Come yfaith , I le bestow a breakfast to make Pistoll And thee friendes . What a plague should we carrie kniues To cut our owne throates . Nim. Yfaith I le liue as long as I may , that s the certaine of it . And when I cannot liue any longer , I le do as I may , And there s my rest , and the randeuous of it . Enter Pistoll and Hostes Quickly , his wife . Bar. Godmorrow ancient Pistoll . Here comes ancient Pistoll , I prithee Nim be quiet . Nim. How do you my Hoste ? Pist. Base slaue , callest thou me hoste ? Now by gads lugges I sweare , I scorne the title , Nor shall my Nell keepe lodging . Host. No by my troath not I , For we cannot bed nor boord half a score honest gentlewomen That liue honestly by the prick of their needle , But it is thought straight we keepe a bawdy-house . O Lord heere s Corporall Nims , now shall We haue wilful adultry and murther committed : Good Corporall Nim shew the valour of a man , And put vp your sword . Nim. Push . Pist. What dost thou push , thou prickeard cur of Iseland : Nim. Will you shog off ? I would haue you solus . Pist. Solus egregious dog , that solus in thy throte , And in thy lungs , and which is worse , within Thy mesfull mouth , I do retort that solus in thy Bowels , and in thy Iaw , perdie : for I can talke , And Pistolls flashing firy cock is vp . Nim. I am not Barbasom , you cannot coniure me : I haue an humour Pistoll to knock you indifferently well , And you fall foule with me Pistoll , I le scoure you with my Rapier in faire termes . If you will walke off a little , I le prick your guts a litle in good termes , And there s the humour of it . Pist. O braggard vile , and damned furious wight , The Graue doth gape , and groaning Death is neare , therefore exall . They drawe . Bar. Heare me , he that strikes the first blow , I le kill him , as I am a souldier . Pist. An oath of mickle might , and fury shall abate . Nim. I le cut your throat at one time or an other in faire termes , And there s the humor of it . Pist. Couple gorge is the word , I thee defie agen : A damned hound , thinkst thou my spouse to get ? No , to the powdering tub of infamy , Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cresides kinde , Doll Tear-sheete , she by name , and her espowse I haue , and I will hold , the quandom quickly , For the onely she and Paco , there it is inough . Enter the Boy . Boy . Hostes you must come straight to my maister , And you Host Pistoll . Good Bardolfe Put thy nose betweene the sheetes , and do the office of a warming pan . Host. By my troath hee le yeeld the crow a pudding one of these dayes , I le go to him , husband you le come ? Bar. Come Pistoll be friends . Nim prithee be friends , and if thou wilt not be Enemies with me too . Ni. I shal haue my eight shillings I woon of you at beating ? Pist. Base is the slaue that payes . Nim. That now I will haue , and there s the humor of it . Pist. As manhood shall compound . They draw . Bar. He that strikes the first blow , I le kill him by this sword . Pist. Sword is an oath , and oathes must haue their course . Nim. I shall haue my eight shillings I wonne of you at beating ? Pist. A noble shalt thou haue , and readie pay , And liquor likewise will I giue to thee , And friendship shall combind and brotherhood : I le liue by Nim as Nim shall liue by me : Is not this iust ? for I shall Sut●er be Vnto the Campe , and profit will occrue . Nim. I shall haue my noble ? Pist. In cash most truly paid . Nim. Why there s the humour of it . Enter Hostes. Hostes. As euer you came of men come in , Sir Iohn poore soule is so troubled With a burning tashan contigian feuer , t is wonderfull . Pist. Let vs condoll the knight : for lamkins we will liue . Exeunt omnes . Enter Exeter and Gloster . Glost. Before God my Lord , his Grace is too bold to trust these traytors . Exe. They shal be apprehended by and by . Glost. I but the man that was his bedfellow Whom he hath cloyed and graced with princely fauours That he should for a forraine purse , to sell His Soueraignes life to death and trechery . Exe. O the Lord of Massham . Enter the King and three Lords . King . Now sirs the windes faire , and we wil aboord ; My Lord of Cambridge , and my Lord of Massham , And you my gentle Knight , giue me you thoughts , Do you not thinke the power we beare with vs , Will make vs conquerors in the field of France ? Masha . No doubt my Liege , if each man do his best . Cam. Neuer was Monarch better feared and loued then is your maiestie . Gray . Euen those that were your fathers enemies Haue steeped their galles in honey for your sake . King . We therefore haue great cause of thankfulnesse , And shall forget the office of our hands : Sooner then reward and merit , According to their cause and worthinesse . Masha . So seruice shall with steeled sinewes shine , And labour shall refresh it selfe with hope To do your Grace incessant seruice . King . Vncle of Exeter , enlarge the man Committed yesterday , that rayled against our person , We consider it was the heate of wine that set him on , And on his more aduice we pardon him . Masha . That is mercie , but too much securitie : Let him bee punisht Soueraigne , least the example of him , Breed more of such a kinde . King . O let vs yet be mercifull . Cam. So may your highnesse , and punish too . Gray . You shew great mercie if you giue him life , After the taste of his correction . King . Alas your too much care and loue of me Are heauy orisons gainst the poore wretch , If litle faults proceeding on distemper should not bee winked at , How should we stretch our eye , when capitall crimes , Chewed , swallowed and disgested , appeare before vs : Well yet enlarge the man , tho Cambridge and the rest In their deare loues , and tender preseruation of our state , Would haue him punisht . Now to our French causes . Who are the late Commissioners ? Cam. Me one my Lord , your highnesse bad me aske for it to day . Mash . So did you me my Soueraigne . Gray . And me my Lord . King . Then Richard Earle of Cambridge there is yours . There is yours my Lord of Masham . And sir Thomas Gray knight of Northumberland , this same is yours : Read them , and know we know your worthinesse . Vnckle Exeter I will aboord to night . Why how now Gentlemen , why change you colour ? What see you in those papers That hath so chased your blood out of apparance ? Cam. I do confesse my fault , and do submit me To your highnesse mercie . Mash . To which we all appeale . King . The mercy which was quit in vs but late , By your owne reasons is forestald and done : You must not dare for shame to aske for mercy , For your owne conscience turne vpon your bosomes , As dogs vpon their maisters worrying them . See you my Princes , and my noble Peeres . These English monsters : My Lord of Cambridge here , You know how apt we were to grace him , In all things belonging to his honour : And this vilde man hath for a fewe light crownes , Lightly conspired and sworne vnto the practises of France : To kill vs here in Hampton . To the which , This knight no lesse in bountie bound to vs Then Cambridge is , haah likewise sworne . But oh what shall I say to thee false man , Thou cruell ingratefull and inhumane creature , Thou that didst beare the key of all my counsell , That knewst the very secrets of my heart , That almost mightest a coyned me into gold , Wouldest thou a practisde on me for thy vse : Can it be possible that out of thee Should proceed one sparke that might annoy my finger ? T is so strange , that tho the truth doth showe as grose As black from white , mine eye wil scarcely see it . Their faults are open , arrest them to the answer of the lawe , And God acquit them of their practises . Exe. I arrest thee of high treason , By the name of Richard , Earle of Camhridge . I arest thee of high treason , By the name of Henry , Lord of Masham , I arest thee of high treason , By the name of Thomas Gray , knight of Northumberland . Mash . Our purposes God iustly hath discouered , And I repent my fault more then my death , Which I beseech your maiestie forgiue , Altho my body pay the price of it . King . God quit you in his mercy . Heare your sentence . You haue conspired against our royall person , Ioyned with an enemy proclaimed and fixed . And from his coffers receiued the golden earnest of our death Touching our person we seeke no redresse . But we our kingdomes safetie must so tender Whose ruine you haue sought , That to our lawes we do deliuer you . Get ye therefore hence : poore miserable creatures to your death , The taste whereof , God in his mercy giue you Patience to endure , and true repentance of all your deeds amisse : Beare them hence . Exit three Lords . Now Lords to France . The enterprise whereof , Shall be to you as vs , successiuely . Since God cut off this dangerous treason lurking in our way Cheerly to sea , the signes of war aduance : No King of England , if not King of France . Exit omnes . Enter Nim , Pistoll , Bardolfe , Hostes and a Boy . Host. I prethy sweete heart , let me bring thee so farre as Stanes . Pist. No fur , no fur . Bar. Well sir Iohn is gone . God be with him . Host. I , he is in Arthors bosom , if euer any were : He went away as if it were a crysombd childe , Betweene twelue and one , Iust at turning of the tide : His nose was as sharpe as a pen : For when I saw him fumble with the sheetes , And talk of floures , and smile vpon his fingers ends I knew there was no way but one . How now sir Iohn quoth I ? And he cryed three times , God , God , God , Now I to comfort him , bad him not think of God , I hope there was no such need . Then he bad me put more cloathes at his feere : And I felt to them , and they were as cold as any stone : And to his knees , and they were as cold as any stone . And so vpward , and vpward , and all was as cold as any stone . Nim. They say he cride out on Sack . Host. I that he did . Boy . And of women . Host. No that he did not . Boy . Yes that he did : and he sed they were diuels incarnat . Host. Indeed carnation was a colour he neuer loued . Nim. Well he did cry out on women . Host. Indeed he did in some sort handle women , But then he was rumaticke , and talkt of the whore of Babylon . Boy . Hostes do you remember he saw a Flea stand Vpon Bardolfes Nose , and sed it was a black soule Burning in hell fire ? Bar. Well , God be with him , That was all the wealth I got in his seruice . Nim. Shall we shog off ? The king wil be gone from Southampton . Pist. Cleare vp thy cristalles , Looke to my chattels and my moueables . Trust none : the word is pitch and pay : Mens words are wafer cakes , And holdfast is the only dog my deare . Therefore cophetua be thy counsellor , Touch her soft lips and part . Bar. Farewell hostes . Nim. I cannot kis : and there s the humor of it . But adieu . Pist. Keepe fast thy buggle boe . Exit omnes . Enter King of France , Bourbon , Dolphin , and others . King . Now you Lords of Orleance , Of Bourbon , and of Berry , You see the King of England is not slack , For he is footed on this land alreadie . Dolphin . My gratious Lord , t is meet we all goe foorth , And arme vs against the foe : And view the weak & sickly parts of France : But let vs do it with no show of feare , No with no more , then if we heard England were busied with a Moris dance . For my good Lord , she is so idely kingd , Her scepter so fantastically borne , So guided by a shallow humorous youth , That feare attends her not . Con. O peace Prince Dolphin , you deceiue your selfe , Question your grace the late Embassador , With what regard he heard his Embassage , How well supplied with aged Counsellours , And how his resolution andswered him , You then would say that Harry was not wilde . King . Well thinke we Harry strong : And strongly arme vs to preuent the foe . Con. My Lord here is an Embassador From the King of England . Kin. Bid him come in . You see this chase is hotly followed Lords . Dol. My gracious father , cut vp this English short , Selfe loue my Liege is not so vile a thing , As selfe neglecting . Enter Exeter . King . From our brother England ? Exe. From him , and thus he greets your Maiestie : He wils you in the name of God Almightie , That you deuest your selfe and lay apart That borrowed tytle , which by gift of heauen , Of lawe of nature , and of nations , longs To him and to his heires , namely the crowne And all wide stretched titles that belongs Vnto the Crowne of France , that you may know T is no sinister , nor no awkeward claime , Pickt from the worm● holes of old vanisht dayes , Nor from the dust of old obliuion rackte , He sends you these most memorable lynes , In euery branch truly demonstrated : Willing you ouerlooke this pedigree , And when you finde him euenly deriued From his most famed and famous ancestors , Edward the third , he bids you then resigne Your crowne and kingdome , indirectly held From him , the natiue and true challenger . King . If not , what followes ? Exe. Bloody constraint , for if you hide the crown Euen in your hearts , there will he rake for it : Therefore in fierce tempest is he comming , In thunder , and in earthquake , like a Ioue , That if requiring faile , he will compell it : And on your heads turnes he the widowes teares , The Orphanes cries , the dead mens bones , The pining maydens grones . For husbands , fathers , and distressed louers , Which shall be swallowed in this controuersie . This is his claime , his threatning , and my message ▪ Vnles the Dolphin be in presence here , To whom expresly we bring greeting too . Dol. For the Dolphin ? I stand here for him , What to heare from England . Exe. Scorn & defiance , slight regard , contempt , And any thing that may not misbecome The mightie sender , doth he prise you at : Thus saith my king . Vnles your fathers highnesse Sweeten the bitter mocke you sent his Maiestie , Hee le call you to so loud an answere for it , That caues and wombely vaultes of France Shall chide your trespasse , and return your mock , In second accent of his ordenance . Dol. Say that my father render faire reply , It is against my will : For I desire nothing so much , As oddes with England . And for that cause according to his youth I did present him with those Paris balles . Exe. Hee le make your Paris Louer shake for it , Were it the mistresse Court of mightie Europe , And be assured , you le finde a difference As we his subiects haue in wonder found : Betweene his yonger dayes and these he musters now , Now he wayes time euen to the latest graine , Which you shall finde in your owne losses If he stay in France . King . Well for vs , you shall returne our answere backe To our brother England . Exit omnes . Enter Nim , Bardolfe , Pistoll , Boy . Nim. Before God here is hote seruice . Pist. T is hot indeed , blowes go and come , Gods vassals drop and die . Nim. T is honor , and there s the humor of it . Boy . Would I were in London : Ide giue all my honor for a pot of Ale . Pist. And I. If wishes would preuaile , I would not stay , but thither would I hie . Enter Flewellen and beates them in . Flew . Godes plud vp to the breaches You rascals , will you not vp to the breaches ? Nim. Abate thy rage sweete knight , Abate thy rage . Boy . Well I would I were once from them : They would haue me as familiar With mens pockets , as their gloues , and their Handkerchers , they will steale any thing . Bardolfe Stole a Lute case , carryed it three mile , And sold it for three hapence . Nim stole a fier shouell . I knew by that , they meant to carry coales : Well , if they will not leaue me , I meane to leaue them . Exit Nim , Bardolfe , Pistoll , and the Boy . Enter Gower . Gower . Gaptain Flewellen , you must come strait To the Mine , to the Duke of Gloster . Fleu. Looke you , tell the Duke it is not so good To come to the mines : the concuaueties is otherwise , You may discusse to the Duke , the enemy is digd Himselfe fiue yardes vnder the countermines : By Iesus I thinke hee le blowe vp all If there be no better direction . Enter the King and his Lords alarum . King . How yet resolues the Gouernour of the Towne ? This is the latest parley wee le admit : Therefore to our best mercie giue your selues , Or like to men proud of destruction , defie vs to our worst , For as I am a souldier , a name that in my thoughts Becomes me best , if we begin the battery once againe I will not leaue the halfe atchieued Harflew , Till in her ashes she be buried , The gates of mercie are all shut vp . What say you , will you yeeld and this auoyd , Or guiltie in defence be thus destroyd ? Enter Gouernour . Gouer. Our expectation hath this day an end : The Dolphin whom of succour we entreated , Returnes vs word , his powers are not yet ready , To raise so great a siege : therefore dread King , We yeeld our towne and liues to thy soft mercie : Enter our gates , dispose of vs and ours , For we no longer are defensiue now . Enter Katherine , Allice . Kate. Allice venecia , vous aues cates en , Vou parte fort bon Angloys englatara , Coman sae palla vou la main en francoy . Allice . La main madam de han . Kate. E da bras . Allice . De arma madam . Kate. Le main da han la bras de arma . Allice . Owy e madam . Kate. E Coman sa pella vow la menton a la coll. Allice . De neck , e de cin , madam . Kate. E de neck , e de cin , e de code . Allice . De cudie ma foy Ie oblye , mais Ie remembre , Le tude , o de elbo madam . Kate. Ecowte Ie rehersera , towt cella que Iac apoandre , De han , de arma , de neck , du cin , e de bilbo . Allice . De elbo madam . Kate. O Iesu , Iea obloye ma foy , ecoute Ie recontera De han , de arma , de neck , de cin , e de elbo , e ca bon . Allice . Ma foy madam , vow parla au se bon Angloys Asie vous aues ettue en Englatara . Kate. Par la grace de deu an pettie tanes , Ie parle milleur Coman se pella vou le peid e le robe . Allice . Le foot , e le con. Kate. Le for , e le con , ô Iesu ! Ie ne vew poinct parle , Sie plus deuant le che cheualires de franca , Pur one million ma foy . Allice , Madam , de foote , ele con . Kate. O et ill ausie , ecowte Allice , de han , de arma , De neck , de cin , le foote , e de con. Allice . Cet fort bon madam . Kate. A loues a diner . Exit omnes . Enter King of France Lord Constable , the Dolphin , and Burbon . King . T is certaine he is past the Riuer Some . Con. Mordeu ma via : Shall a few spranes of vs , The emptying of our fathers luxerie , Outgrow their grafters . Bur. Normanes , basterd Normanes , mor du And if they passe vnfoughtwithall , I le sell my Dukedome for a foggy farme In that short nooke I le of England . Const. Why whence haue they this mettall ? Is not their clymate raw , foggy and colde . On whom as in disdaine , the Sunne lookes pale ? Can barley broath , a drench for swolne Iades Their sodden water decockt such liuely blood ? And shall our quick blood spirited with wine Seeme frosty ? O for honour of our names , Let vs not hang like frozen Iicesickles Vpon our houses tops , while they a more frosty clymate Sweate drops of youthfull blood . King . Constable dispatch , send Montioy forth , To know what willing raunsome he will giue ? Sonne Dolphin you shall stay in Rone with me . Dol. Not so I do beseech your Maiestie . King . Well , I say it shal be so . Exeunt omnes . Enter Gower . Go. How now Captain Flewellen , come you from the bridge ? Flew . By Iesus ther s excellent seruice committed at the bridge . Gour. Is the Duke of Exeter safe ? Flew . The duke of Exeter is a man whom I loue , & I honor , And I worship , with my soule , and my heart , and my life , And my lands and my liuings , And my vttermost powers . The Duke is looke you , God be praised and pleased for it , no harme in the worell . He is maintain the bridge very gallently : there is an Ensigne There , I do not know how you call him , but by Iesus I think He is as valient a man as Marke Anthonie , he doth maintain the bridge most gallantly : yet he is a man of no reckoning : But I did see him do gallant seruice . Gouer. How do you call him ? Flew . His name is ancient Pistoll . Gouer. I know him not . Enter Ancient Pistoll . Flew . Do you not know him , here comes the man . Pist. Captaine , I thee beseech to do me fauour , The Duke of Exeter doth loue thee well . Flew . I , and I praise God I haue merrited some loue at his hands . Pist. Bardolfe a souldier , one of buxsome valour , Hath by furious fate And giddy Fortunes fickle wheele , That Godes blinde that stands vpon the rowling restlesse stone . Flew . By your patience ancient Pistoll , Fortune , looke you is painted , Plind with a mufler before her eyes , To signifie to you , that Fortune is plind : And she is moreouer painted with a wheele , Which is the morall that Fortune is turning , And inconstant , and variation ; and mutabilities : And her fate is fixed at a sphericall stone Which roules , and roules , and roules : Surely the Poet is make an exellent description of Fortune . Fortune looke you is and excellent morall . Pist. Fortune is Bardolfes foe , and frownes on him , For he hath stolne a packs , and hanged must he be : A damned death , let gallowes gape for dogs , Let man go free , and let not death his windpipe stop . But Exeter hath giuen the doome of death , For packs of pettie price : Therefore go speake the Duke will heare thy voyce , And let not Bardolfes vitall threed be cut , With edge of penny cord ▪ and vile approach . Speake Captaine for his life , and I will thee requite . Flew . Captain Pistoll , I partly vnderstand your meaning . Pist. Why then reioyce therefore . Flew . Certainly Antient Pistol , t is not a thing to reioyce at , For if he were my owne brother , I would wish the Duke To do his pleasure , and put him to executions : for look you , Disciplines ought to be kept , they ought to be kept . Pist. Die and be damned , and fig a for thy friendship . Flew . That is good . Pist. The figge of Spaine within thy Iawe . Flew . That is very well . Pist. I say the fig within thy bowels and thy durty maw . Exit Pistoll . Fle. Captain Gour , cannot you hear it lighten & thunder ? Gour. Why is this the Ancient you told me of ? I remember him now , he is a bawd , a cutpurse . Flew . By Iesus heeis vtter as praue words vpon the bridge As you shall desire to see in a sommers day , but it s all one , What he hath sed to me , looke you , is all one . Go. Why this is a gul , a foole , a rogue that goes to the wars Onely to grace himselfe at his returne to London : And such feliowes as he , Are perfect in great Commaunders names . They will learne by rote where seruices were done , At such and such a scence , at such a breach , At such a conuoy : who came off brauely , who was shot , Who disgraced , what termes the enemie stood on . And this they con perfectly in phrase of warre , Which they trick vp with new tuned oathes , & what a berd Of the Generalls cut , and a horid shout of the campe Will do among the foming bottles and ale washt wits Is wonderfull to be thought on : but you must learne To know such slaunders of this age , Or else you may maruellously be mistooke . Flew . Certain captain Gower , it is not the man , looke you , That I did take him to be : but when time shall serue , I shall tell him a litle of my desires : here comes his Maiestie . Fnter King , Clarence , Gloster and others . King . How now Flewellen , come you from the bridge ? Flew . I and it shall please your Maiestie , There is excellent seruice at the bridge . King . What men haue you lost Flewellen ? Flew . And it shall please your Maiestie , The partition of the aduersarie hath bene great , Very reasonably great : but for our own parts , like you now , I thinke we haue lost neuer a man , vnlesse it be one For robbing of a church , one Bardolfe , if your Maiestie Know the man , his face is full of whelkes and knubs , And pumples , and his breath blowes at his nose Like a cole , sometimes red , sometimes plew : But god be praised , now his nose is executed , & his fire out . King . We would haue all offenders so cut off , And we here giue expresse commaundment , That there be nothing taken from the villages but paid for , None of the French abused , Or abraided with disdainfull language : For when cruelty and lenitie play for a Kingdome , The gentlest gamester is the sooner winner . Enter French Herauld . Hera . You know me by my habit . Ki. Well then , we know thee , what shuld we know of thee ? Hera . My maisters minde . King . Vnfold it . Heral . Go thee vnto Harry of England , and tell him , Aduantage is a better souldier then rashnesse : Altho we did seeme dead , we did but slumber . Now we speake vpon our kue , and our voyce is imperiall , England shall repent her folly : see her rashnesse , And admire our sufferance . Which to raunsome , His pettinesse would bow vnder : For the effusion of our blood , his army is too weake : For the disgrace we haue borne , himselfe Kneeling at our feete , a weake and worthlesse satisfaction . To this , adde defyance . So much from the king my maister . King . What is thy name ? we know they qualitie . Herald . Montioy . King . Thou dost thy office faire , returne thee backe , And tell thy King , I do not seeke him now : But could be well content , without impeach , To march on to Callis : for to say the sooth , Though t is no wisdome to confesse so much Vnto an enemie of craft and vantage . My souldiers are with sicknesse much infeebled , My Army lessoned , and those fewe I haue , Almost no better then so many French : Who when they were in heart , I tell thee Herauld , I thought vpon one paire of English legges , Did march three French mens . Yet forgiue me God , that I do brag thus : This your heire of France hath blowne this vice in me . I must repent , go tell thy maister here I am , My raunsome is this frayle and worthlesse body , My Army but a weake and sickly guarde . Yet God before , we will come on , If France and such an other neighbour stood in our way : If we may passe , we will : if we be hindered , We shal your tawny ground with your red blood discolour . So Montioy get you gone , there is for your paines : The sum of all our answere is but this , We would not seeke a battle as we are : Nor as we are , we say we will not shun it . Herauld . I shall deliuer so : thanks to your Maiestie . Glos. My Liege , I hope they will not come vpon vs now . King . We are in Gods hand brother , not in theirs : To night we will encampe beyond the bridge , And on to morrow bid them march away . Enter Burbon , Constable , Orleance , Gebon . Const. Tut I haue the best armour in the world . Orleance . You haue an excellent armour , But let my horse haue his due . Burbon . Now you talke of a horse , I haue a steed like the Palfrey of the sun , nothing but pure ayre and fire , And hath none of this dull element of earth within him . Orleance . He is of the colour of the Nutmeg . Bur. And of the heate , a the Ginger . Turne all the sands into eloquent tongues , And my horse is argument for them all : I once writ a Sonnet in the praise of my horse , And began thus . Wonder of nature . Con. I haue heard a Sonnet begin so , In the praise of ones Mistresse . Burb. Why then did they immitate that Which I writ in praise of my horse , For my horse is my mistresse . Con. Ma foy the other day , me thought Your mistresse shooke you shrewdly . Bur. I bearing me . I tell thee Lord Constable , My mistresse weares her owne haire . Con. I could make as good a boast of that , If I had had a sow to my mistresse . Bur. Tut thou wilt make vse of any thing . Con. Yet I do not vse my horse for my mistresse . Bur. Will it neuer be morning ? He ride too morrow a nule , And my way shal be paued with English faces . Con. By my faith so will not I , For feare I be outfaced of my way . Bur. Well i le go arme my selfe , hay . Gebon . The Duke of Burbon longs for morning Or. I he longs to eate the English . Con. I thinke hee le eate all he killes . Orle. O peace , ill will neuer said well . Con. I le cap that prouerbe , With there is flattery in friendship . Or. O sir , I can answere that , With giue the diuel his due . Con. Haue at the eye of that prouerbe , With a Iogge of the diuel . Or. Well the Duke of Burbon , is simply , The most actiue Gentleman of France . Con. Doing his actiuitie , and hee le stil be doing . Or. He neuer did hurt as I heard off . Con. No I warrant you , nor neuer will . Or. I hold him to be exceeding valiant . Con. I was told so by one that knows him better than you . Or. Whos 's that ? Con. Why he told me so himselfe : And said he cared not who knew it . Or. Well who will go with me to hazard , For a hundred English prisoners ? Con. You must go to hazard your selfe , Before you haue them . Enter a Messenger . Mess. My Lords , the English lye within a hundred Paces of your Tent. Con. Who hath measured the ground ? Mess. The Lord Granpeere . Con. A valiant man , a. an expert Gentleman . Come , come away : The Sun is hie , and we weare out the day . Exit omnes . Enter the King disguised to him Pistoll . Pist. Ke ve la ? King . A friend . Pist. Discus vnto me , art thou Gentleman ▪ Or art thou common , base , and popeler ? King . No sir , I am a Gentleman of a Company . Pist. Trailes thou the puissant pike ? King . Euen so sir. What are you ? Pist. As good a gentleman as the Emperour . King . O then thou art better then the King ? Pist. The kings abago , and a hart of gold . Pist. A lad of life , an impe of fame : Of parents good , of fist most valiant : I kis his durtie shoe : and from my hart strings I loue the louely bully . What is thy name ? King . Harry le Roy. Pist. Le Roy , a Cornish man : Art thou of Cornish crew ? Kin. No sir , I am a Wealchman . Pist. A Wealchman : knowst thou Flewellen ? Kin. I sir , he is my kinsman . Pist. Art thou his friend ? Kin. I sir. Pist. Figa for thee then : my name is Pistoll . Kin. It sorts well with your fiercenesse . Pist. Pistoll is my name . Exit Pistoll . Enter Gower and Flewellen . Gour. Captaine Flewellen . Flew . In the name of Iesu speake lewer . It is the greatest folly in the worell , when the auncient Prerogatiues of the warres be not kept . I warrant you , if you looke into the warres of the Romanes , You shall finde no tittle tattle , nor bible bable there : But you shall finde the cares , and the feares , And the ceremonies , to be otherwise . Gour. Why the enemy is loud : you heard him all night . Flew . Godes sollud , if the enemy be an Asse & a Foole , And a prating cocks-come , is it meet that we be also a foole , And a prating cocks-come , in your conscience now ? Gour. I le speake lower . Flew . I beseech you do , good Captaine Gower . Exit Gower , and Flewellen . Kin. Tho it appeare a litle out of fashion , Yet there s much care in this . Enter three Souldiers . 1. Soul . Is not that the morning yonder ? 2. Soul . I we see the beginning , God knowes whether we shall see the end or no. 3. Soul . Well I thinke the king could wish himselfe Vp to the necke in the middle of the Thames , And so I would he were , at all aduentures , and I with him . Kin. Now masters god morrow , what cheare ? 3. S. I faith small cheer some of vs is like to haue , Ere this day ende . Kin. Why fear nothing man , the king is frolike . 2. S. I he may be , for he hath no such cause as we Kin. Nay say not so , he is a man as we are . The Violet smels to him as to vs : Therefore if he see reasons , he feares as we do . 2. Sol. But the king hath a heauy reckoning to make , If his cause be not good : when all those soules Whose bodies shall be slaughtered here , Shall ioyne together at the latter day , And say I dyed at such a place . Some swearing : Some their wiues rawly left : Some leauing their children poore behind them . Now if his cause be bad , I think it will be a greeuous matter to him . King . Why so you may say , if a man send his seruant As Factor into another Countrey , And he by any meanes miscarry , You may say the businesse of the maister , Was the author of his seruants misfortune . Or if a sonne be imployd by his father , And he fall into any leaud action , you may say the father Was the author of his sonnes damnation . But the master is not to answere for his seruants , The father for his sonne , nor the king for his subiects : For they purpose not their deaths , when they craue their seruices : Some there are that haue the gift of premeditated Murder on them : Others the broken seale of Forgery , in beguiling maydens . Now if these outstrip the lawe , Yet they cannot escape Gods punishment . War is Gods Beadel . War is Gods vengeance : Euery mans seruice is the kings : But euery mans soule is his owne . Therfore I would haue euery souldier examine himselfe , And wash euery moath out of his conscience : That in so doing , he may be the readier for death : Or not dying , why the time was well spent , Wherein such preparation was made . 3 Lord. Yfaith he saies true : Euery mans fault on his owne head , I would not haue the king answere for me . Yet I intend to fight lustily for him . King . Well , I heard the king , he wold not be ransomde . 2. L. I he said so , to make vs fight : But when our throates be cut , he may be ransomde , And we neuer the wiser , King . If I liue to see that , I le neuer trust his word againe . 2. Sol. Mas you le pay him then , t is a great displeasure That an elder gun , can do against a cannon , Or a subiect against a monarke . You le nere take his word again , your a nasse goe . King . Your reproofe is somewhat too bitter : Were it not at this time I could be angry . 2. Sol. Why let it be a quartell if thou wilt . King . How shall I know thee ? 2. Sol. Here is my gloue , which if euer I see in thy hat , I le challenge thee , and strike thee . Kin. Here is likewise another of mine , And assure thee i le weare it . 2. Sol. Thou dar'st as well be hangd . 3. Sol. Be friends you fooles , We haue French quarrels anow in hand : We haue no need of English broyles . Kin. T is no treason to cut French crownes , For to morrow the king himselfe wil be a clipper . Exit the souldiers . Enter the King , Gloster , Epingam , and Attendants . K. O God of battels steele my souldiers harts , Take from them now the sence of rekconing , That the apposed multitudes which stand before them , May not appall their courage . O not to day , not to day ô God , Thinke on the fault my father made , In compassing the crowne . I Richards bodie haue interred new , And on it hath bestowd more contrite teares , Then from it issued forced drops of blood : A hundred men haue I in yearly pay , Which euery day their withered hands hold vp To heauen to pardon blood , And I haue built two chanceries , more wil I do : Tho all that I can do , is all too litle . Enter Gloster . Glost. My Lord . King . My brother Glosters voyce . Glost. My Lord , the Army stayes vpon your presence . King . Stay Gloster stay , and I will go with thee , The day my friends , and all things stayes for me . Enter Clarence , Gloster , Exeter , and Salisburie . War. My Lords the French are very strong . Exe. There is fiue to one , and yet they all are fresh , War. Of fighting men they haue full fortie thousand . Sal. The oddes is all too great . Farewell kind Lords : Braue Clarence , and my Lord of Gloster , My Lord of Warwicke , and to all farewell . Clar. Farewell kind Lord , fight valiantly to day , And yet in truth , I do thee wrong ▪ For thou art made on the true sparkes of honour . Enter King . War. O would we had but ten thousand men Now at this instant , that doth not worke in England . King . Whos 's that , that wishes so , my Cousen Warwick ? Gods will , I would not loose the honour One man would share from me , Not for my Kingdome . No faith my Cousen , wish not one man more , Rather proclaime it presently through our campe , That he that hath no stomacke to this feast , Let him depart , his pasport shall be 〈◊〉 , And crownes for conuoy put into his purse , We would not die in that mans company , That feares his fellowship to die with vs . This day is called the day of Cryspin , He that outliues this day , and sees old age , Shall stand a tiptoe when this day is named , And rowse him at the name of Cryspin . He that outliues this day , and comes safe home , Shall yearely on the vygill feast his friends , And say , to morrow is S. Cryspines day : Then shall we in their flowing bowles Be newly remembred . Harry the King , Bedford and Exeter , Clarence and Gloster , Warwick and Yorke . Familiar in their mouthes as houshold words . This story shall the good man tell his sonne , And from this day , vnto the generall doome : But we in it shall be remembred . We fewe , we happie fewe , we bond of brothers , For he to day that sheads his blood by mine , Shal be my brother : be he nere so base , This day shall gentle his condition . Then shall he strip his sleeues , and shew his skars , And say , these wounds I had on Crispines day : And Gentlemen in England now a bed , Shall thinke themselues accurst , And hold their manhood cheape , While any speake that fought with vs Vpon Saint Crispines day . Glost. My gracious Lord , The French is in the field . Kin. Why all things are ready , if our minds be so . War. Perish the man whose mind is backward now . King . Thou dost not wish more help from England cousen ? War. Gods will my Liege , would you and I alone , Without more helpe , might fight this battle out . Why well said . That doth please me better , Then to wish me one . You know your charge , God be with you all . Enter the Herald from the French . Herald . Once more I come to know of thee king Henry , What thou wilt giue for raunsome ? Kin. Who hath sent thee now ? Her . The Constable of France . Kin. I prethy beare my former answer backe : Bid them atchieue me , and then sell my bones . Good God , why should they mock good fellows thus ? The man that once did sell the Lions skin , While the beast liued , was kild with hunting him . A many of our bodies shall no doubt Finde graues within your realme of France : Tho buried in your dunghils , we shal be famed , For there the Sun shall greete them , And draw vp their honors reaking vp to heauen , Leauing their earthly parts to choke your clyme : The smel wherof , shall breed a plague in France : Marke then abundant valour in our English , That being dead , like to the bullets crasing , Breakes forth into a second course of mischiefe , Killing in relaps of mortalitie : Let me speake proudly , Ther 's not a peece of feather in our campe , Good argument I hope we shall not flye : And time hath worne vs into slouendry . But by the mas , our hearts are in the trim , And my poore souldiers tel me , yet ere night Thay le be in fresher robes , or they will plucke The gay new cloathes ore your French souldiers eares , And turne them out of seruice . If they do this , As if it please God they shall , Then shall our ransome soone be leuied . Saue thou thy labour Herauld : Come thou no more for ransom , gentle Herauld . They shall haue nought I sweare , but these my bones : Which if they haue , as I wil leaue am them , Will yeeld them litle , tell the Constable . Her . I shall deliuer so . Exit Herauld . Yorke . My gracious Lord , vpon my knee I craue , The leading of the vaward . Kin. Take it braue Yorke . Come souldiers let s away : And as thou pleasest God , dispose the day . Exit . Enter the foure French Lords . Ge. O diabello . Const. Mor du ma vie . Or. O what a day is this ! Bur. O lour dei houte all is gone , all is lost . Con. We are inough yet liuing in the field , To smother vp the English , If any order might be thought vpon . Bur. A plague of order , once more to the field , And he that will not follow Burbon now , Let him go home , and with his cap in hand , Like a bace leno hold the chamber doore , Why least by a slaue no gentler then my dog , His fairest daughter is contamuracke . Con. Disorder that hath spoyld vs , right vs now , Come we in heapes , wee le offer vp our liues Vnto these English , or else die with fame . Come , come along , Let s dye with honour , our shame doth last too long . Exit omnes . Enter Pistoll , the French man , and the Boy . Pist. Eyld cur , eyld cur . French . O Monsire , ie vous en pree aues petie de moy . Pist. Moy shall not serue . I will haue fortie moys . Boy aske him his name . Boy . Comant ettes vous apelles ? French . Monsier Fer. Boy . He saies his name is Master Fer. Pist. I le Fer him , and ferit him , and ferke him : Boy discus the same in French . Boy . Sir I do not know , what s French Forfer , ferit and fearkt . Pist. Bid him prepare , for I wil cut his throate . Boy . Feate , vou preat , ill voulles coupele votre gage . Pist. Onye ma foy couple la gorge . Vnlesse thou giue to me egregious raunsome , dye . One poynt of a foxe . French . Qui dit ill monsiere . Ill ditye si vou ny vouly pa domy luy . Boy . La gran ransome , ill vou tueres . French . O lee vous en pri petrit gentelhome , parle A cee , gran capataine , pour auez mercie A moy , ey Iee donerees pour mon ransome Cinquante ocios , Ie suyes vngentelhome de France . Pist. What sayes he boy ? Boy . Marry sir he sayes , he is a Gentleman of a great House , or France : and for his ransome , He will giue you 500. crownes . Pist. My fury shall abate , And I the Crownes will take . And as I suck blood , I will some mercie shew . Follow me cur . Exit omnes . Enter the King and his Nobles , Pistoll . King . What the French retire ? Yet all is not done , yet keepe the French the field . Exe. The Duke of Yorke commends him to your Grace . King . Liues he good Vnckle , twise I sawe him downe , Twise vp againe : From helmet to the spurre , all bleeding ore . Exe. In which aray , braue souldier doth he lye , Larding the plaines , and by his bloody side , Yoake fellow to his honour dying wounds , The noble Earle of Suffolke also lyes . Suffolke first dyde , and Yorke all hasted ore , Comes to him where in blood he lay steept , And takes him by the beard , kisses the gashes That bloodily did yane vpon his face , And cryde aloud , tary deare cousin Suffolke : My soule shall thine keep company in heauen : Tary deare soule awhile , then flie to rest : And in this glorious and well foughten field , We kept together in our chiualdry . Vpon these words I came and cheerd them vp , He tooke me by the hand , said deare my Lord ▪ Commend my seruice to my soueraigne . So did he turne , and ouer Suffolkes necke He threw his wounded arme , and so espoused to death , With blood he sealed . An argument Of neuer ending loue . The pretie and sweet maner of it , Forst those waters from me , which I would haue slopt , But I not so much of man in me , But all my mother came into my eyes , And gaue me vp to teares . Kin. I blame you not : for hearing you , I must conuert to teares . Alarum soundes . What new alarum i● this ? Bid euery souldier kill his prisoner . Pist. Couple gorge . Exit omnes . Enter Flewellen , and Captaine Gower . Flew . Godes plud kil the boyes and the lugyge , T is the arrants peece of knauery as can be desired , In the worell now , in your conscience now . Gour. T is certaine , there is not a Boy left aliue , And the cowerdly rascals that ran from the battell , Themselues haue done this slaughter : Beside , they haue carried away and burnt , All that was in the kings Tent : Whervpon the king caused euery prisoners Throat to be cut . O he is a worthy king . Flew . I he was born at Monmorth . Captain Gower , what call you the place where Alexander the big was borne ? Gour. Alexander the great . Flew . Why I pray , is nat big great ? As if I say , big or great , or magnanimous , I hope it is all one reconing , Saue the frase is a litle varation . Gour. I thinke Alexander the great Was borne at Macedon . His father was called Philip of Macedon , As I take it . Flew . I thinke it was Macedon indeed where Alexander Was borne : looke you captaine Gower , And if you looke into the mappes of the worell well , You shall finde litle difference betweene Macedon and Monmorth . Looke you , there is A Riuer in Macedon , and there is also a Riuer In Monmorth , the Riuers name at Monmorth , Is called Wye . But t is out of my braine , what is the name of the other : But t is all one , t is so like , as my fingers is to my fingers , And there is Samons in both . Looke you captaine Gower , and you marke it , You shall finde our King is come after Alexander . God knowes , and you know , that Alexander in his Bowles , and his alles , and his wrath , and his displeasures . And indignations , was kill his friend Clitus . Gower . I but our King is not like him in that , For he neuer killd any of his friends . Flew . Looke you , t is not well done to take the tale out Of a mans mouth , ere it is made an end and finished : I speake in the comparisons , as Alexander is kill His friend Clitus : so our King being in his ripe Wits and iudgements , is turne away , the fat knite With the great belly double : I am forget his name . Gower . Sir Iohn Falstaffe . Flew . I , I thinke it is Sir Iohn Falstaffe indeed , I can tell you , there s good men borne at Monmorth . Enter King and the Lords . King . I was not angry since I came into France , Vntill this houre . Take a trumpet Herauld , And ride vnto the horsmen on yon hill : If they will fight with vs bid them come downe , Or leaue the field , they do offend our sight : Will they do neither , we will come to them , And make them skyr away , as fast As stones enforst from the old Assirian slings . Besides , wee le cut the throats of those we haue , And not one aliue shall taste our mercy . Enter the Herauld . Gods will what meanes this ? knowst thou not That we haue fined these bones of ours for ransome ? Herald . I come great king for charitable fauour , To sort our Nobles from our common men , We may haue leaue to bury all our dead , Which in the field lye spoyled and troden on . Kin. I tell thee truly Herauld , I do not know whether The day be ours or no : For yet a many of your French do keep the field . Hera . The day is yours . Kin. Praised be God therefore . What Castle call you that ? Hera . We call it Agincourt . Kin. Then call we this the field of Agincourt . Fought on the day of Cryspin , Cryspin . Flew . Your grandfather of famous memorie , If your grace be remembred , Is do good seruice in France . Kin. T is true Flewellen . Flew . Your Maiestie sayes verie true . And it please your Maiestie , The Wealchmen there was do good seruice , In a garden where Leekes did grow . And I thinke your Maiestie wil take no scorne , To weare a Leake in your cap vpon S. Dauies day . Kin. No Flewellen , for I am wealch as well as you . Flew . All the water in Wye wil not wash your wealch Blood out of you , God keep it , and preserue it , To his graces will and pleasure . Kin. Thankes good countryman . Flew . By Iesus I am your Maiesties countryman : I care not who know it , so long as your maiesty is an honest man . K. God keep me so . Our Herald go with him , And bring vs the number of the scattred French . Exit Heralds . Call yonder souldier hither . Flew . You fellow come to the king . Kin. Fellow why doost thou weare that gloue in thy hat ? Soul . And please your maiestie , t is a rascals that swagard With me the other day : and he hath one of mine , Which if euer I see , I haue sworne to strike him . So hath he sworne the like to me . K. How think you Flewellen , is it lawfull he keep his oath ? Fl. And it please your maiesty , t is lawful he keep his vow . If he be periur'd once , he is as arrant a beggerly knaue , As treads vpon too blacke shues . Kin. His enemy may be a gentleman of worth . Flew . And if he be as good a gentleman as Lucifer And Belzebub , and the diuel himselfe , T is meete he keepe his vowe . Kin. Well sirrha keep your word . Vnder what Captain seruest thou ? Soul . Vnder Captaine Gower . Flew . Captaine Gower is a good Captaine : And hath good littrature in the warres . Kin. Go call him hither . Soul . I will my Lord . Exit souldier . Kin. Captain Flewellen , when Alonson and I was Downe together , I tooke this gloue off from his helmet , Here Flewellen , weare it . If any do challenge it , He is a friend of Alonsons , And an enemy to mee . Fle. Your maiestie doth me as great a fauour As can be desired in the harts of his subiects . I would see that man now that should chalenge this gloue : And it please God of his grace . I would but see him , That is all . Kin. Flewellen knowst thou Captaine Gower ? Fle. Captaine Gower is my friend . And if it like your maiestie , I know him very well . Kin. Go call him hither . Flew . I will and it shall please your maiestie . Kin. Follow Flewellen closely at the heeles , The gloue he weares , it was the souldiers : It may be there will be harme betweene them , For I do know Flewellen valiant , And being toucht , as hot as gunpowder : And quickly will returne an iniury . Go see there be no harme betweene them . Enter Gower . Flewellen , and the Souldier . Flew . Captain Gower , in the name of Iesu , Come to his Maiestie , there is more good toward you , Then you can dreame off . Soul . Do you heare you sir ? do you know this gloue ? Flew . I know the the gloue is a gloue . Soul . Sir I know this , and thus I challenge it . He strikes him . Flew . Gode plut , and his . Captain Gower stand away : I le giue treason his due presently . Enter the King , Warwicke , Clarence , and Exeter . Kin. How now , what is the matter ? Flew . And it shall please your Maiestie , Here is the notablest peece of treason come to light , As you shall desire to see in a sommers day . Here is a rascall , beggerly rascall , is strike the gloue , Which your Maiestie tooke out of the helmet of Alonson : And your Maiestie will beare me witnes , and testimony , And auouchments , that this is the gloue . Soul . And it please your Maiestie , that was my gloue . He that I gaue it too in the night , Promised me to weare it in his hat : I promised to strike him if he did . I met that Gentleman , with my gloue in his hat , And I thinke I haue bene as good as my word . Flew . Your Maiestie heares , vnder your Maiesties Manhood , what a beggerly lowsie knaue it is . Kin. Let me see thy gloue . Looke you , This is the fellow of it . It was I indeed you promised to strike . And thou thou hast giuen me most bitter words . How canst thou make vs amends ? Flew . Let his necke answere it , If there be any marshals lawe in the worell . Soul . My Liege , all offences come from the heart : Neuer came any from mine to offend your Maiestie . You appeard to me as a common man : Witnesse the night , your garments , your lowlinesse , And whatsoeuer you receiued vnder that habit , I beseech your Maiestie impute it to your owne fault And not mine . For your selfe came not like your selfe : Had you bene as you seemed , I had made no offence . Therefore I beseech your grace to pardon me . Kin. Vnckle , fill the gloue with crownes , And giue it to the souldier . Weare it fellow , As an honour in thy cap , till I do challenge it . Giue him the crownes . Come Captaine Flewellen , I must needs haue you friends . Flew . By Iesus , the fellow hath mettall enough In his belly Harke you souldier , there is a shilling for you , And keep your selfe out of brawles & brables , & dissentions , And looke you , it shall be the better for you . Soul . I le none of your money sir , not I. Flew . Why t is a good shilling man . Why should you be queamish ? Your shoes are not so good : It will serue you to mend your shoes . Kin. What men of sort are taken vnckle ? Exe. Charles Duke of Orleance , Nephew to the King , Iohn Duke of Burbon , and Lord Bowchquall . Of other Lords and Barrons , Knights and Squiers , Full fifteene hundred , besides common men . This note doth tell me often thousand French , that in the field lyes slaine . Of Nobles bearing banners in the field , Charles de le Brute , hie Constable of France . Iaques of Chattillian , Admirall of France . The Maister of the crosbows , Iohn Duke Alonson . Lord Ranbieres , hie Maister of France . The braue sir Gwigzard , Dolphin . Of Nobelle Charillas , Gran Prie , and Rosse , Fawconbridge and Foy. Gerard and Verton . Vandemant and Lestra . Here was a royall fellowship of death Where is the number of our English dead ? Edward the Duke of Yorke , the Earle of Suffolke ▪ Sir Richard Ketly , Dauy Gam Esquier : And of all other , but fiue and twentie . O God thy arme was here , And vnto thee alone , ascribe we praise . When without strategem , And in euen shock of battle , was euer heard So great , and litle losse , on one part and an other . Take it God , for it is onely thine . Exe. T is wonderfull . King . Come let vs go on procession through the camp : Let it be death proclaimed to any man , To boast hereof , or take the praise from God , Which is his due . Flew . Is it lawful , and it please your Maiestie , To tell how many is kild ? King . Yes Flewellen , but with this acknowledgement , That God fought for vs . Flew . Yes in my conscience , he did vs great good . King . Let there be sung , Nououes and te Deum . The dead with charitie enterred in clay : Wee le then to Calice , and to England then , Where nere from France , arriude more happier men . Exit omnes . Enter Gower , and Flewellen . Gower . But why do you weare your Leeke to day ? Saint Dauies day is past ? Flew . There is occasion Captaine Gower , Looke you why , and wherefore , The other day looke you , Pistolles Which you know is a man of no merites In the worell , is come where I was the other day , And brings , bread and sault , and bids me Eate my Leeke : t was in a place , looke you , Where I could moue no discentions : But if I can see him , I shall tell him , A litle of my desires . Gow . Here a comes , swelling like a Turkecocke . Enter Pistoll . Flew . T is no matter for his swelling , and his turkecocks , God plesse you Antient Pistoll , you scall , Beggerly , lowsie knaue , God plesse you . Pist. Ha , art thou bedlem ? Dost thou thurst base Troyan , To haue me folde vp Parcas fatall web ▪ Hence , I am qualmish at the smell of Leeke . Flew . Antient Pistoll . I would desire you because It doth not agree with your stomacke , and your appetite , And your digestions , to eate this Leeke . Pist. Not for Cadwalleder and all his goates . Flew . There is one goate for you Antient Pistol . He strikes him . Pist. Bace Troyan , thou shall dye . Flew . I , I know I shall dye , meane time , I would Desire you to liue and eate this Leeke . Gower . Inough Captaine , you haue astonisht him . Flew . Astonisht him , by Iesu , I le beate his head Foure dayes , and foure nights , but I le Make him eate some part of my Leeke . Pist. Well must I byte ? Flew . I out of question or doubt , or ambiguities You must byte . Pist. Good good . Flew . I Leekes are good , Antient Pistoll . There is a shilling for you to heale your bloody coxkome . Pist. Me a shilling . Flew . If you will not take it , I haue an other Leeke for you . Pist. I take thy shilling in earnest of reconing . Flew . If I owe you any thing , i le pay you in cudgels , You shal be a woodmonger , And by cudgels , God bwy you , Antient Pistoll , God blesse you , And heale your broken pate . Antient Pistoll , if you see Leekes an other time . Mocke at them , that is all : God bwy you . Exit Flewellen . Pist. All hell shall stir for this . Doth Fortune play the huswye with me now ? Is honour cudgeld from my warlike lines ? Well France farwell , newes haue I certainly That Doll is sicke . One mally die of France , The warres affordeth nought , home will I trug . Bawd will I turne , and vse the slyte of hand : To England will I steale , And there I le steale . And patches will I get vnto these skarres , And sweare I gat them in the Gallia warres . Exit Pistoll . Enter at one doore , the King of England and his Lords . And at the other doore , the King of France , Queene Katherine , the Duke of Burbon , and others . Harry . Peace to this meeting , wherefore we are met . And to our brother France , Faire time of day . Faire health vnto our louely cousen Katherine . And as a branch , and member of this stock : We do salute you Duke of Burgondie . Fran. Brother of England , right ioyous are we to behold Your face , so are we Princes English euery one . Duk. With pardon vnto both your mightines . Let it not displease you , if I demaund What rub or bar hath thus far hindred you , To keepe you from the gentle speech of peace ? Har. If Duke of Burgondy , you wold haue peace , You must buy that peace , According as we haue drawne our articles . Fran. We haue but with a cursenary eye , Oreviewd them : pleaseth your Grace , To let some of your Counsell sit with vs , We shall returne our peremptory answere . Har. Go Lords , and sit with them , And bring vs answere backe . Yet leaue our cousen Katherine here behind . France . Withall our hearts . Exit King and the Lords . Manet , Hrry , Katherine , and the Gentlewoman . Hate . Now Kate , you haue a blunt wooer here Left with you . If I could win thee at leapfrog , Or with vawting with my armour on my backe , Into my saddle , Without brag be it spoken , I de make compare with any . But leauing that Kate , If thou takest me now , Thou shalt haue me at the worst : And in wearing , thou shalt haue me better and better , Thou shalt haue a face that is not worth sun-burning . But doost thou thinke , that thou and I , Betweene Saint Denis , And Saint George , shall get a boy , That shall goe to Constantinople , And take the great Turke by the beard , ha Kate ? Kate. Is it possible dat me sall Loue de enemie de France . Harry . No Kate , t is vnpossible You should loue the enemie of France : For Kate , I loue France so well , That I le not leaue a Village , I le haue it all mine : then Kate , When France is mine , And I am yours , Then France is yours , And you are mine . Kate. I cannot tell what is dat . Harry . No Kate , Why I le tell it you in French , Which will hang vpon my tongue , like a bride On her new married Husband . Let me see , Saint Dennis be my speed . Quan France et mon. Kate. Dat is , when France is yours . Harry . Et vous ettes amoy . Kate. And I am to you . Harry . Douck France ettes a vous : Kate. Den France sall be mine . Harry . Et Ie suyues a vous . Kate. And you will be to me . Har. Wilt beleeue me Kate ? t is easier for me To conquer the kingdome , them to speak so much More French . Kate. A your Maiesty has false France inough To deceiue de best Lady in France . Harry . No faith Kate not I. But Kate , In plaine termes , do you loue me ? Kate. I cannot tell . Harry . No , can any of your neighbours tell ? I le aske them . Come Kate , I know you loue me . And soone when you are in your closset , You le question this Lady of me . But I pray thee sweete Kate , vse me mercifully , Because I loue thee cruelly . That I shall dye Kate , is sure : But for thy loue , by the Lord neuer . What Wench , A straight backe will growe crooked . A round eye will growe hollowe . A great leg will waxe small , A curld pate proue balde : But a good heart Kate , is the sun and the moone , And rather the Sun and not the Moone : And therefore Kate take me , Take a souldier : take a souldier , Take a King . Therefore tell me Kate , wilt thou haue me ? Kate. Dat is as please the King my father . Harry . Nay it will please him : Nay it shall please him Kate. And vpon that condition Kate I le kisse you . Ka. O mon du Ie ne voudroy faire quelke chosse Pour toute le monde , Ce ne poynt votree fachion en fouor . Harry . What saies she Lady ? Lady . Dat it is not de fasion en France , For de maides , before da be married to May foy ie oblye , what is to bassie ? Har. To kis , to kis . O that t is not the Fashion in Frannce , for the maydes to kis Before they are married . Lady . Owye see votree grace . Har. Well , wee le breake that custome . Therefore Kate patience perforce and yeeld . Before God Kate , you haue witchcraft In your kisses : And may perswade with me more , Then all the French Councell . Your father is returned . Enter the King of France , and the Lordes . How now my Lords ? France . Brother of England , We haue orered the Articles , And haue agreed to all that we in sedule had . Exe. Only he hath not subscribed this , Wh're your maiestie demaunds , That the king of France hauing any occasion To write for matter of graun● , Shall name your highnesse , in this forme : And with this addition in French . Nostre tresher filz , Henry Roy D'anglaterre , E heare de France . And thus in Latin : Preclarissimus filius noster Henricus Rex Anglie , Et heres Francie . Fran Nor this haue we so nicely stood vpon , But you faire brother may intreat the same . Har. Why then let this among the rest , Haue his full course : And withall , Your daughter Katherine in mariage , Fran. This and what else , Your maiestie shall craue . God that disposeth all , giue you much ioy . Har. Why then faire Katherine , Come giue me thy hand : Our mariage will we present solemnise , And end our hatred by a bond of loue . Then will I sweare to Kate , and Kate to mee : And may our vowes once made , vnbroken Bee . FINIS .