Henry V, Modern text based on the Quarto
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The Chronicle History of Henry the Fifth, with his battle fought at Agincourt in France, together with Ancient Pistol
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¶Exeter Shall I call in th'ambassadors, my liege?
¶King Henry Not yet, my cousin, till we be resolved
¶Bishop God and his angels guard your sacred throne,
¶And make you long become it.
¶Why the law Salic which they have in France
¶Or should or should not stop us in our claim;
160And God forbid, my wise and learned lord,
¶That you should fashion, frame, or wrest the same.
165For God doth know how many now in health
¶Shall drop their blood in approbation
¶Of what your reverence shall incite us to.
¶Therefore take heed how you impawn our person,
¶How you awake the sleeping sword of war;
170We charge you in the name of God, take heed.
¶After this conjuration speak, my lord,
¶And we will judge, note, and believe in heart
As sin in baptism.
180[Bishop] Then hear me, gracious sovereign, and you peers,
¶Which owe your lives, your faith, and services
¶To this imperial throne.
There is no bar ¶to stay your highness' claim to France
¶But one, which they produce from Pharamond:
¶"No female shall succeed in Salic land."
¶Which Salic land the French unjustly gloss
¶To be the realm of France, and Pharamond
¶The founder of this law and female bar.
190Yet their own writers faithfully affirm
¶That the land Salic lies in Germany,
¶Between the floods of Saale and of Elbe,
¶Where Charles the Fifth, having subdued the Saxons,
¶There left behind and settled certain French,
195Who, holding in disdain the German women
¶For some dishonest manners of their lives,
¶Established there this law: to wit,
No female ¶shall succeed in Salic land.
¶Which Salic land, as I said before,
200Is at this time in Germany called Meissen.
¶Thus doth it well appear the Salic law
¶Was not devisèd for the realm of France,
¶Nor did the French possess the Salic land
¶Until four hundred one-and-twenty years
205After the function of King Pharamond,
¶Godly supposed the founder of this law.
¶Hugh Capet also, that usurped the crown,
¶To fine his title with some show of truth --
220When in pure truth it was corrupt and naught --
¶Conveyed himself as heir to the Lady Inger,
230Daughter to Charles, the foresaid Duke of Lorraine.
¶So that as clear as is the summer's sun,
¶King Pepin's title and Hugh Capet's claim,
235King Charles his satisfaction, all appear
¶To hold in right and title of the female;
¶So do the lords of France until this day,
¶Howbeit they would hold up this Salic law
¶To bar your highness claiming from the female,
240And rather choose to hide them in a net
¶Than amply to embase their crooked causes,
¶Usurped from you and your progenitors.
¶King Henry May we with right and conscience make this claim?
¶Bishop The sin upon my head, dread sovereign.
245For in the book of Numbers is it writ:
¶"When the son dies, let the inheritance
¶Descend unto the daughter." Noble lord,
¶Stand for your own. Unwind your bloody flag.
250Go, my dread lord, to your great-grandsire's grave,
¶From whom you claim,
¶And your great-uncle, Edward the Black Prince,
¶Who on the French ground played a tragedy,
¶Making defeat on the full power of France
255Whilst his most mighty father on a hill
¶Stood smiling to behold his lion's whelp
¶Foraging blood of French nobility.
¶Oh, noble English, that could entertain
¶With half their forces the full power of France
260And let another half stand laughing by,
¶All out of work and cold for action!
¶King Henry We must not only arm us against the French,
Who will make road upon us ¶with all advantages.
To guard ¶your England from the pilfering borderers.
290King Henry We do not mean the coursing sneakers only,
¶But fear the main intendment of the Scot,
¶For you shall read, never my great-grandfather
¶Unmasked his power for France,
295But that the Scot on his unfurnished kingdom
¶Came pouring like the tide into a breach,
300That England, being empty of defenses,
¶Hath shook and trembled at the bruit hereof.
¶Bishop She hath been then more feared than hurt, my lord,
¶For hear her but exemplified by herself:
¶When all her chivalry hath been in France
305And she a mourning widow of her nobles,
¶She hath herself not only well defended,
Whom like a caitiff she did lead to France,
310Filling your chronicles as rich with praise
¶As is the ooze and bottom of the sea
¶With sunken wreck and shipless treasury.
¶Lord There is a saying very old and true:
¶"If you will France win,
Then with Scotland first begin."
315For once the eagle England being in prey,
¶To his unfurnished nest the weasel Scot
¶To spoil and havoc more than she can eat.
320Exeter It follows then the cat must stay at home,
¶Yet that is but a cursed necessity,
¶Whilst that the armèd hand doth fight abroad,
325The advisèd head controls at home:
¶Congrueth with a mutual content
| Like music. | |
| 330Bishop | |
| True: therefore doth heaven divide | |
¶The fate of man in divers functions,
For so live the honey bees, 335creatures that by awe
Ordain ¶an act of order to a peopled kingdom.
¶They have a king and officers of sort,
¶Where some like magistrates correct at home;
¶Others like merchants venture trade abroad;
340Others, like soldiers armèd in their stings,
¶Make boot upon the summer's velvet bud,
¶Which pillage they with merry march bring home
¶To the tent-royal of their emperor,
¶Who, busied in his majesty, behold
345The singing masons building roofs of gold,
¶The civil citizens lading up the honey,
¶The sad-eyed justice with his surly hum
This I infer: 351.1that twenty actions once afoot
May all end in one moment.
As many several ways meet in one town,
¶As many fresh streams run in one self sea,
¶As many lines close in the dial center,
¶So may a thousand actions once afoot
¶End in one moment, and be all well borne
360Without defect. Therefore my liege, to France.
¶Divide your happy England into four,
¶Of which take you one quarter into France,
¶And you withal shall make all Gallia shake.
¶If we, with thrice that power left at home,
365Cannot defend our own door from the dog,
¶Let us be beaten, and from henceforth lose
¶The name of policy and hardiness.
¶King Henry Call in the messenger sent from the dauphin, --
[Exit attendant.]
370And by your aid, the noble sinews of our land,
¶France being ours, we'll bring it to our awe,
¶Or break it all in pieces.
Freely of our acts,
¶Or else like tongueless mutes;
380Not worshipped with a paper epitaph.
¶
Enter the ambassadors from France.
¶Now are we well prepared to know the dauphin's pleasure,
385Ambassador Pleaseth your majesty to give us leave
¶Freely to render what we have in charge,
¶Or shall I sparingly show, afar off,
¶The dauphin's pleasure and our embassage?
¶King Henry We are no tyrant, but a Christian king,
390To whom our spirit is as subject,
¶As are our wretches fettered in our prisons.
¶Therefore freely and with uncurbed boldness
¶Tell us the dauphin's mind.
¶Ambassador Then this in fine the dauphin saith:
¶Whereas you claim certain towns in France
¶From your predecessor King Edward the Third,
400This he returns: he saith there's naught in France
¶That can be with a nimble galliard won;
¶You cannot revel into dukedoms there.
¶Therefore he sendeth, meeter for your study,
¶This tun of treasure, and in lieu of this,
405Desires to let the dukedoms that you crave
¶Hear no more from you. This the dauphin saith.
| ¶King Henry | |
| What treasure, uncle? | |
| ¶Exeter | |
| Tennis balls, my liege. | |
¶King Henry We are glad the dauphin is so pleasant with us.
410Your message and his present we accept.
¶When we have matched our rackets to these balls,
¶We will, by God's grace, play such a set
¶Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard.
¶Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler
415That all the courts of France shall be disturbed
¶With chases. And we understand him well,
¶How he comes o'er us with our wilder days,
¶Not measuring what use we made of them.
¶We never valued this poor seat of England,
As 'tis common seen ¶that men are merriest when they are from home.
¶But tell the dauphin we will keep our state,
¶Be, like a king, mighty, and command
425When we do rouse us in throne of France.
¶For this have we laid by our majesty
¶And plodded like a man for working days,
¶But we will rise there with so full of glory,
¶That we will dazzle all the eyes of France,
430Ay, strike the dauphin blind to look on us.
And his soul ¶shall sit sore charged for the wasteful vengeance
¶That shall fly from them: for this his mock
435Shall mock many a wife out of their dear husbands,
¶Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down.
¶Ay, some are yet ungotten and unborn
¶That shall have cause to curse the dauphin's scorn.
¶But this lies all within the will of God,
440To whom we do appeal, and in whose name
¶Tell you the dauphin we are coming on
In a rightful cause. ¶So get you hence and tell your prince
445His jest will savor but of shallow wit,
¶When thousands weep more than did laugh at it. --
¶Convey them with safe conduct; see them hence.
¶
[Exeunt ambassadors, attended.]
¶Exeter This was a merry message.
450King Henry We hope to make the sender blush at it.
455Therefore let our collection for the wars
¶We'll check the dauphin at his father's door.
460Therefore let every man now task his thought
¶That this fair action may on foot be brought.
Exeunt omnes.
