Henry V, Modern text based on the Folio
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Enter Fluellen and Gower.
¶Fluellen Kill the poys and the luggage? 'Tis expressly ¶against the law of arms. 'Tis as arrant a piece of ¶knavery, mark you now, as can be offer't. In your conscience ¶now, is it not?
2530Gower 'Tis certain there's not a boy left alive, and the ¶cowardly rascals that ran from the battle ha' done ¶this slaughter. Besides, they have burned and carried ¶away all that was in the king's tent, wherefore the king ¶most worthily hath caused every soldier to cut his 2535prisoner's throat. Oh, 'tis a gallant king.
¶Fluellen Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, Captain Gower. ¶What call you the town's name where Alexander the ¶Pig was born?
¶Gower Alexander the Great.
2540Fluellen Why, I pray you, is not "pig" great? The pig, or ¶the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the ¶magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the phrase is a little ¶variations.
¶Gower I think Alexander the Great was born in 2545Macedon. His father was called Philip of Macedon, as I ¶take it.
¶Fluellen I think it is in Macedon where Alexander is ¶porn. I tell you, captain, if you look in the maps of ¶the 'orld, I warrant you sall find, in the comparisons 2550between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations, look ¶you, is both alike. There is a river in Macedon, and there ¶is also moreover a river at Monmouth. It is called Wye at ¶Monmouth, but it is out of my prains what is the name ¶of the other river. But 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers 2555is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both. If you ¶mark Alexander's life well, Harry of Monmouth's life is ¶come after it indifferent well, for there is figures in all ¶things. Alexander, God knows, and you know, in his ¶rages, and his furies, and his wraths, and his cholers, and 2560his moods, and his displeasures, and his indignations, ¶and also being a little intoxicates in his prains, did in ¶his ales and his angers, look you, kill his best friend ¶Cleitus.
¶Fluellen It is not well done, mark you now, to take the ¶tales out of my mouth ere it is made and finished. I speak ¶but in the figures and comparisons of it. As Alexander ¶killed his friend Cleitus, being in his ales and his cups, so 2570also Harry Monmouth, being in his right wits, and his ¶good judgments, turned away the fat knight with the ¶great belly-doublet. He was full of jests, and gipes, and ¶knaveries, and mocks. I have forgot his name.
¶Gower Sir John Falstaff.
¶Gower Here comes his majesty.
2580King Henry I was not angry since I came to France
¶Until this instant. Take a trumpet, herald.
¶Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill.
¶If they will fight with us, bid them come down,
¶Or void the field. They do offend our sight.
2585If they'll do neither, we will come to them
¶And make them skirr away as swift as stones
¶Enforcèd from the old Assyrian slings.
¶Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have,
¶And not a man of them that we shall take
2590Shall taste our mercy. Go and tell them so.
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Enter Montjoy.
¶Exeter Here comes the herald of the French, my liege.
¶Gloucester His eyes are humbler than they used to be.
¶That I have fined these bones of mine for ransom?
| ¶Com'st thou again for ransom? | |
| ¶Montjoy | |
| No, great king. | |
¶I come to thee for charitable license,
2600That we may wander o'er this bloody field
¶To book our dead and then to bury them,
¶To sort our nobles from our common men.
¶For many of our princes -- woe the while --
¶Lie drowned and soaked in mercenary blood;
2605So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs
¶In blood of princes, and the wounded steeds
¶Fret fetlock deep in gore, and with wild rage
¶Jerk out their armèd heels at their dead masters,
¶Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king,
2610To view the field in safety and dispose
| ¶Of their dead bodies. | |
| ¶King Henry | |
| I tell thee truly, herald, | |
¶I know not if the day be ours or no,
¶For yet a many of your horsemen peer
| 2615And gallop o'er the field. | |
| ¶Montjoy | |
| The day is yours. | |
¶King Henry Praisèd be God and not our strength for it.
¶What is this castle called that stands hard by?
¶Montjoy They call it Agincourt.
2620King Henry Then call we this the field of Agincourt,
¶Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.
¶Fluellen Your grandfather of famous memory, an't please ¶your majesty, and your great uncle Edward the Plack ¶Prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles, fought 2625a most prave pattle here in France.
¶King Henry They did, Fluellen.
¶Fluellen Your majesty says very true. If your majesties ¶is remembered of it, the Welshmen did good service in a ¶garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their 2630Monmouth caps, which your majesty know to this hour ¶is an honorable badge of the service. And I do believe ¶your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon ¶Saint Tavy's day.
¶King Henry I wear it for a memorable honor,
2635For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman.
¶Fluellen All the water in Wye cannot wash your ¶majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that. ¶God pless it, and preserve it, as long as it pleases his ¶grace, and his majesty too.
2640King Henry Thanks, good my countryman.
| 2645King Henry | |
| God keep me so. -- | |
| ¶ Enter Williams. | |
| ¶Our heralds go with him. | |
¶Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
| ¶On both our parts. -- | |
[Exeunt Montjoy, English heralds, and Gower.] | |
| Call yonder fellow hither. | |
¶Williams An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of one ¶that I should fight withal, if he be alive.
2655King Henry An Englishman?
¶Williams An't please your majesty, a rascal that ¶swaggered with me last night, who, if alive and ever dare to ¶challenge this glove, I have sworn to take him a box ¶o'th'ear; or if I can see my glove in his cap, which he 2660swore as he was a soldier he would wear, if alive, I will ¶strike it out soundly.
¶Fluellen Though he be as good a gentleman as the devil is, ¶as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look 2670your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath. If he ¶be perjured, see you now, his reputation is as arrant a ¶villain and a jack-sauce as ever his black shoe trod ¶upon God's ground and his earth, in my conscience, law.
¶Williams So I will, my liege, as I live.
¶King Henry Who serv'st thou under?
¶Williams Under Captain Gower, my liege.
¶King Henry Call him hither to me, soldier.
¶Williams I will, my liege.
Exit.
¶King Henry Here, Fluellen, wear thou this favor for me and ¶stick it in thy cap. [Gives him Williams's glove] When Alençon and myself were 2685down together I plucked this glove from his helm. If ¶any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alençon and an ¶enemy to our person. If thou encounter any such, ¶apprehend him, and thou dost me love.
¶Fluellen Your grace does me as great honors as can be 2690desired in the hearts of his subjects. I would fain see ¶the man that has but two legs that shall find himself ¶aggrief'd at this glove. That is all, but I would fain see ¶it once an't please God of his grace that I might see.
¶King Henry Know'st thou Gower?
2695Fluellen He is my dear friend, an't please you.
¶Fluellen I will fetch him.
Exit.
¶King Henry My lord of Warwick and my brother Gloucester,
2700Follow Fluellen closely at the heels.
¶The glove which I have given him for a favor
¶May haply purchase him a box o'th'ear.
¶It is the soldier's. I by bargain should
¶Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick.
2705If that the soldier strike him -- as I judge
¶By his blunt bearing he will keep his word --
¶Some sudden mischief may arise of it.
¶For I do know Fluellen valiant
¶And touched with choler, hot as gunpowder,
2710And quickly will return an injury.
¶Follow, and see there be no harm between them. --
¶Go you with me, uncle of Exeter.
Exeunt.
