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Henry V (Modern, Folio)

The Life of Henry the Fifth
Enter [Chorus as] Prologue.
Chorus O for a muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention,
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act,
5And monarchs to behold the swelling scene.
Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
Assume the port of Mars, and at his heels,
Leashed in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire
Crouch for employment. But pardon, gentles all,
10The flat unraisèd spirits that hath dared,
On this unworthy scaffold, to bring forth
So great an object. Can this cockpit hold
The vasty fields of France? Or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
15That did affright the air at Agincourt?
Oh, pardon, since a crooked figure may
Attest in little place a million,
And let us, ciphers to this great account,
On your imaginary forces work.
20Suppose within the girdle of these walls
Are now confined two mighty monarchies,
Whose high, uprearèd, and abutting fronts
The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder.
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts:
25Into a thousand parts divide one man,
And make imaginary puissance.
Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them
Printing their proud hooves i'th'receiving earth.
For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings,
30Carry them here and there, jumping o'er times,
Turning th'accomplishment of many years
Into an hourglass: for the which supply,
Admit me Chorus to this history,
Who, prologue-like, your humble patience pray
35Gently to hear, kindly to judge our play.
Enter [the Archbishop of] Canterbury and [the Bishop of] Ely.
Canterbury My lord, I'll tell you, that self bill is urged
40Which in th'eleventh year of the last king's reign
Was like, and had indeed against us passed,
But that the scambling and unquiet time
Did push it out of further question.
Ely But how, my lord, shall we resist it now?
45Canterbury It must be thought on. If it pass against us,
We lose the better half of our possession,
For all the temporal lands which men devout
By testament have given to the Church
Would they strip from us, being valued thus:
50As much as would maintain, to the king's honor,
Full fifteen earls and fifteen hundred knights,
Six thousand and two hundred good esquires,
And to relief of lazars and weak age
Of indigent faint souls past corporal toil,
55A hundred almshouses, right well supplied;
And to the coffers of the king beside,
A thousand pounds by th'year. Thus runs the bill.
This would drink deep.
'Twould drink the cup and all.
60Ely But what prevention?
Canterbury The king is full of grace and fair regard.
Ely And a true lover of the holy Church.
Canterbury The courses of his youth promised it not.
65The breath no sooner left his father's body,
But that his wildness, mortified in him,
Seemed to die too. Yea, at that very moment,
Consideration like an angel came,
And whipped th'offending Adam out of him,
70Leaving his body as a paradise,
T'envelop and contain celestial spirits.
Never was such a sudden scholar made,
Never came reformation in a flood
With such a heady currence scouring faults,
75Nor never hydra-headed willfulness
So soon did lose his seat, and all at once,
As in this king.
We are blessèd in the change.
Canterbury Hear him but reason in divinity,
80And, all-admiring, with an inward wish
You would desire the king were made a prelate.
Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs,
You would say it hath been all in all his study.
List his discourse of war, and you shall hear
85A fearful battle rendered you in music.
Turn him to any cause of policy,
The Gordian knot of it he will unloose,
Familiar as his garter; that when he speaks,
The air, a chartered libertine, is still,
90And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears
To steal his sweet and honeyed sentences,
So that the art and practic part of life
Must be the mistress to this theoric.
Which is a wonder how his grace should glean it,
95Since his addiction was to courses vain,
His companies unlettered, rude, and shallow,
His hours filled up with riots, banquets, sports,
And never noted in him any study,
Any retirement, any sequestration
100From open haunts and popularity.
Ely The strawberry grows underneath the nettle,
And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best
Neighbored by fruit of baser quality;
And so the prince obscured his contemplation
105Under the veil of wildness, which no doubt
Grew like the summer grass, fastest by night,
Unseen, yet crescive in his faculty.
Canterbury It must be so, for miracles are ceased,
And therefore we must needs admit the means
110How things are perfected.
But my good lord,
How now for mitigation of this bill
Urged by the commons? Doth his majesty
Incline to it or no?
He seems indifferent,
Or rather swaying more upon our part,
Than cherishing th'exhibitors against us;
For I have made an offer to his majesty,
Upon our spiritual convocation,
120And in regard of causes now in hand,
Which I have opened to his grace at large,
As touching France, to give a greater sum
Than ever at one time the clergy yet
Did to his predecessors part withal.
125Ely How did this offer seem received, my lord?
Canterbury With good acceptance of his majesty,
Save that there was not time enough to hear,
As I perceived his grace would fain have done,
The severals and unhidden passages
130Of his true titles to some certain dukedoms,
And generally to the crown and seat of France
Derived from Edward, his great-grandfather.
Ely What was th'impediment that broke this off?
Canterbury The French ambassador upon that instant
135Craved audience; and the hour, I think, is come
To give him hearing. Is it four o'clock?
Ely It is.
Canterbury Then go we in to know his embassy,
Which I could with a ready guess declare
140Before the Frenchman speak a word of it.
Ely I'll wait upon you, and I long to hear it.
Enter the King, Humphrey [Duke of Gloucester], Bedford, Clarence, Warwick, Westmorland, and Exeter[, with attendants].
145King Henry Where is my gracious lord of Canterbury?
Not here in presence.
King Henry
Send for him, good uncle.
[Exit attendant.]
Westmorland Shall we call in th'ambassador, my liege?
King Henry Not yet, my cousin. We would be resolved,
150Before we hear him, of some things of weight
That task our thoughts concerning us and France.
Enter [the] two Bishops[, Canterbury and Ely].
Canterbury God and his angels guard your sacred throne
And make you long become it.
155King Henry
Sure we thank you.
My learnèd lord, we pray you to proceed,
And justly and religiously unfold
Why the law Salic, that they have in France,
Or should or should not bar us in our claim.
160And God forbid, my dear and faithful lord,
That you should fashion, wrest, or bow your reading,
Or nicely charge your understanding soul
With opening titles miscreate, whose right
Suits not in native colors with the truth.
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 our sleeping sword of war;
170We charge you in the name of God, take heed.
For never two such kingdoms did contend
Without much fall of blood, whose guiltless drops
Are every one a woe, a sore complaint
'Gainst him whose wrongs gives edge unto the swords
175That makes such waste in brief mortality.
Under this conjuration speak, my lord,
For we will hear, note, and believe in heart
That what you speak is in your conscience washed
As pure as sin with baptism.
180Canterbury Then hear me, gracious sovereign, and you peers
That owe your selves, your lives and services
To this imperial throne. There is no bar
To make against your highness' claim to France
But this, which they produce from Pharamond:
185"In terram Salicam mulieres ne succedant" --
"No woman 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 authors faithfully affirm
That the land Salic is in Germany,
Between the floods of Saale and of Elbe,
Where Charles the Great, having subdued the Saxons,
There left behind and settled certain French
195Who, holding in disdain the German women
For some dishonest manners of their life,
Established then this law: to wit, no female
Should be inheritrix in Salic land,
Which Salic, as I said, 'twixt Elbe and Saale,
200Is at this day in Germany, called Meissen.
Then 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 defunction of King Pharamond,
Idly supposed the founder of this law,
Who died within the year of our redemption
Four hundred twenty-six; and Charles the Great
Subdued the Saxons and did seat the French
210Beyond the river Saale in the year
Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say
King Pepin, which deposèd Childeric,
Did as heir general, being descended
Of Blithild, which was daughter to King Chlothar,
215Make claim and title to the crown of France.
Hugh Capet also, who usurped the crown
Of Charles the Duke of Lorraine, sole heir male
Of the true line and stock of Charles the Great,
To find his title with some shows of truth --
220Though in pure truth it was corrupt and naught --
Conveyed himself as th'heir to th'lady Lingare,
Daughter to Charlemagne, who was the son
To Louis the emperor, and Louis the son
Of Charles the Great. Also King Louis the Tenth,
225Who was sole heir to the usurper Capet,
Could not keep quiet in his conscience
Wearing the crown of France till satisfied
That fair Queen Isabelle, his grandmother,
Was lineal of the lady Ermengarde,
230Daughter to Charles the foresaid Duke of Lorraine,
By the which marriage the line of Charles the Great
Was reunited to the crown of France.
So that, as clear as is the summer's sun,
King Pepin's title and Hugh Capet's claim,
235King Louis his satisfaction, all appear
To hold in right and title of the female;
So do the kings of France unto this day,
Howbeit they would hold up this Salic law
To bar your highness claiming from the female,
240And rather choose to hide them in a net
Than amply to embar their crooked titles
Usurped from you and your progenitors.
King Henry May I with right and conscience make this claim?
Canterbury The sin upon my head, dread sovereign.
245For in the book of Numbers is it writ:
"When the man dies, let the inheritance
Descend unto the daughter." Gracious lord,
Stand for your own. Unwind your bloody flag,
Look back into your mighty ancestors.
250Go, my dread lord, to your great-grandsire's tomb,
From whom you claim; invoke his warlike spirit,
And your great-uncle's, Edward the Black Prince,
Who on the French ground played a tragedy,
Making defeat on the full power of France
255Whiles his most mighty father on a hill
Stood smiling to behold his lion's whelp
Forage in blood of French nobility.
Oh, noble English, that could entertain
With half their forces the full pride of France
260And let another half stand laughing by,
All out of work and cold for action!
Ely Awake remembrance of these valiant dead,
And with your puissant arm renew their feats.
You are their heir, you sit upon their throne,
265The blood and courage that renownèd them
Runs in your veins, and my thrice-puissant liege
Is in the very May-morn of his youth,
Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises.
Exeter Your brother kings and monarchs of the earth
270Do all expect that you should rouse yourself
As did the former lions of your blood.
Westmorland They know your grace hath cause, and means, and might;
So hath your highness. Never king of England
Had nobles richer and more loyal subjects,
275Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England
And lie pavilioned in the fields of France.
Canterbury Oh, let their bodies follow, my dear liege,
With bloods and sword and fire to win your right.
In aid whereof, we of the spiritualty
280Will raise your highness such a mighty sum
As never did the clergy at one time
Bring in to any of your ancestors.
King Henry We must not only arm t'invade the French,
But lay down our proportions to defend
285Against the Scot, who will make road upon us
With all advantages.
Canterbury They of those marches, gracious sovereign,
Shall be a wall sufficient to defend
Our inland from the pilfering borderers.
290King Henry We do not mean the coursing snatchers only,
But fear the main intendment of the Scot,
Who hath been still a giddy neighbor to us.
For you shall read that my great-grandfather
Never went with his forces into France
295But that the Scot on his unfurnished kingdom
Came pouring like the tide into a breach
With ample and brim fullness of his force,
Galling the gleanèd land with hot assays,
Girding with grievous siege castles and towns,
300That England, being empty of defense,
Hath shook and trembled at th'ill neighborhood.
Canterbury She hath been then more feared than harmed, my liege.
For hear her but exampled 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,
But taken and impounded as a stray
The king of Scots, whom she did send to France
To fill King Edward's fame with prisoner kings
310And make their chronicle as rich with praise
As is the ooze and bottom of the sea
With sunken wreck and sumless treasuries.
Ely But there's a saying very old and true:
"If that you will France win,
Then with Scotland first begin."
315For once the eagle England being in prey,
To her unguarded nest the weasel Scot
Comes sneaking, and so sucks her princely eggs,
Playing the mouse in absence of the cat,
To 'tame and havoc more than she can eat.
320Exeter It follows then the cat must stay at home,
Yet that is but a crushed necessity,
Since we have locks to safeguard necessaries
And pretty traps to catch the petty thieves.
While that the armèd hand doth fight abroad,
325Th'advisèd head defends itself at home.
For government, though high and low and lower
Put into parts, doth keep in one consent,
Congreeing in a full and natural close
Like music.
Therefore doth heaven divide
The state of man in divers functions,
Setting endeavor in continual motion,
To which is fixèd, as an aim or butt,
Obedience. For so work the honeybees,
335Creatures that by a rule in nature teach
The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
They have a king, and officers of sorts,
Where some like magistrates correct at home;
Others like merchants venture trade abroad;
340Others, like soldiers armèd in their stings,
Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds,
Which pillage they with merry march bring home
To the tent-royal of their emperor,
Who, busied in his majesties, surveys
345The singing masons building roofs of gold,
The civil citizens kneading up the honey,
The poor mechanic porters crowding in
Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate,
The sad-eyed justice with his surly hum
350Delivering o'er to executors pale
The lazy yawning drone. I this infer:
That many things, having full reference
To one consent, may work contrariously.
As many arrows loosèd several ways
355Come to one mark, as many ways meet in one town,
As many fresh streams meet in one salt sea,
As many lines close in the dial's center,
So may a thousand actions once afoot
End in one purpose, and be all well borne
360Without defeat. Therefore to France, my liege.
Divide your happy England into four,
Whereof take you one quarter into France,
And you withal shall make all Gallia shake.
If we, with thrice such powers left at home,
365Cannot defend our own doors from the dog,
Let us be worried, and our nation lose
The name of hardiness and policy.
King Henry Call in the messengers sent from the dauphin.
[Exit attendant.]
Now are we well resolved, and by God's help
370And yours, the noble sinews of our power,
France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe,
Or break it all to pieces. Or there we'll sit,
Ruling in large and ample empery
O'er France and all her almost kingly dukedoms,
375Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn,
Tombless, with no remembrance over them.
Either our history shall with full mouth
Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave,
Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth,
380Not worshipped with a waxen epitaph. --
Enter Ambassadors of France.
Now are we well prepared to know the pleasure
Of our fair cousin dauphin, for we hear
Your greeting is from him, not from the king.
385Ambassador May't please your majesty to give us leave
Freely to render what we have in charge,
Or shall we sparingly show you far off
The dauphin's meaning and our embassy?
King Henry We are no tyrant, but a Christian king,
390Unto whose grace our passion is as subject
As is our wretches fettered in our prisons.
Therefore with frank and with uncurbèd plainness
Tell us the dauphin's mind.
Thus, then, in few:
395Your highness, lately sending into France,
Did claim some certain dukedoms in the right
Of your great predecessor, King Edward the Third.
In answer of which claim, the prince our master
Says that you savor too much of your youth,
400And bids you be advised, there's naught in France
That can be with a nimble galliard won;
You cannot revel into dukedoms there.
He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit,
This tun of treasure, and in lieu of this,
405Desires you let the dukedoms that you claim
Hear no more of you. This the dauphin speaks.
King Henry
What treasure, uncle?
Tennis balls, my liege.
King Henry We are glad the dauphin is so pleasant with us.
410His present and your pains we thank you for.
When we have matched our rackets to these balls,
We will in France, by God's grace, play a set
Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard.
Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler
415That all the courts of France will 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,
420And therefore living hence, did give ourself
To barbarous license, as 'tis ever common
That men are merriest when they are from home.
But tell the dauphin I will keep my state,
Be like a king, and show my sail of greatness
425When I do rouse me in my throne of France.
For that I have laid by my majesty
And plodded like a man for working days,
But I will rise there with so full a glory
That I will dazzle all the eyes of France,
430Yea, strike the dauphin blind to look on us.
And tell the pleasant prince this mock of his
Hath turned his balls to gunstones, and his soul
Shall stand sore chargèd for the wasteful vengeance
That shall fly with them: for many a thousand widows
435Shall this, his mock, mock out of their dear husbands,
Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down,
And some are yet ungotten and unborn
That shall have cause to curse the dauphin's scorn.
But this lies all within the will of God,
440To whom I do appeal, and in whose name
Tell you the dauphin I am coming on
To venge me as I may, and to put forth
My rightful hand in a well-hallowed cause.
So get you hence in peace, and tell the dauphin
445His jest will savor but of shallow wit
When thousands weep more than did laugh at it. --
Convey them with safe conduct. -- Fare you well.
Exeunt Ambassadors.
Exeter This was a merry message.
450King Henry We hope to make the sender blush at it.
Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour
That may give furtherance to our expedition,
For we have now no thought in us but France,
Save those to God, that run before our business.
455Therefore let our proportions for these wars
Be soon collected, and all things thought upon
That may with reasonable swiftness add
More feathers to our wings, for, God before,
We'll chide this dauphin at his father's door.
460Therefore let every man now task his thought
That this fair action may on foot be brought.
Flourish. Enter Chorus.
Chorus Now all the youth of England are on fire
And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies.
465Now thrive the armorers, and honor's thought
Reigns solely in the breast of every man.
They sell the pasture now to buy the horse,
Following the mirror of all Christian kings
With wingèd heels, as English Mercuries.
470For now sits expectation in the air
And hides a sword from hilts unto the point
With crowns imperial, crowns and coronets
Promised to Harry and his followers.
The French, advised by good intelligence
475Of this most dreadful preparation,
Shake in their fear, and with pale policy
Seek to divert the English purposes.
O England, model to thy inward greatness,
Like little body with a mighty heart,
480What mightst thou do, that honor would thee do,
Were all thy children kind and natural!
But see, thy fault France hath in thee found out:
A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills
With treacherous crowns; and three corrupted men,
485One, Richard, Earl of Cambridge, and the second
Henry, Lord Scrope of Masham, and the third
Sir Thomas Grey, knight of Northumberland,
Have for the gilt of France -- oh, guilt indeed! --
Confirmed conspiracy with fearful France.
490And by their hands this grace of kings must die,
If hell and treason hold their promises,
Ere he take ship for France, and in Southampton.
Linger your patience on, and we'll digest
Th'abuse of distance, force a play.
495The sum is paid, the traitors are agreed,
The king is set from London, and the scene
Is now transported, gentles, to Southampton.
There is the playhouse now, there must you sit,
And thence to France shall we convey you safe
500And bring you back, charming the narrow seas
To give you gentle pass; for if we may,
We'll not offend one stomach with our play.
But when the king come forth, and not till then,
Unto Southampton do we shift our scene.
Enter Corporal Nym and Lieutenant Bardolph.
Bardolph Well met, Corporal Nym.
Nym Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph.
Bardolph What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends yet?
Nym For my part, I care not. I say little, but when 510time shall serve, there shall be smiles. But that shall be as it may. I dare not fight, but I will wink and hold out mine iron. It is a simple one, but what though? It will toast cheese, and it will endure cold as another man's sword will, and there's an end.
515Bardolph I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends, and we'll be all three sworn brothers to France. Let’t be so, good Corporal Nym.
Nym Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's the certain of it. And when I cannot live any longer, I will do 520as I may. That is my rest; that is the rendezvous of it.
Bardolph It is certain, corporal, that he is married to Nell Quickly, and certainly she did you wrong, for you were troth-plight to her.
Nym I cannot tell; things must be as they may. Men 525may sleep, and they may have their throats about them at that time, and some say knives have edges. It must be as it may. Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod. There must be conclusions. Well, I cannot tell.
Enter Pistol and [Hostess, formerly Mistress] Quickly.
Bardolph Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife. Good corporal, be patient here. -- How now, mine host Pistol?
Pistol Base tyke, call'st thou me host? Now by this 535hand I swear I scorn the term! Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.
Hostess No, by my troth, not long, for we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen that live honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will be 540thought we keep a bawdy house straight. [Nym draws his sword.] Oh, welladay, lady, if he be not hewn now, we shall see willful adultery and murder committed!
Bardolph Good lieutenant, good corporal, offer nothing here.
Nym Pish.
545Pistol Pish for thee, Iceland dog, thou prick-eared cur of Iceland.
Hostess Good Corporal Nym, show thy valor and put up your sword.
Nym Will you shog off? [To Pistol] I would have you solus.
550Pistol "Solus," egregious dog? O viper vile! The "solus" in thy most marvelous face. The "solus" in thy teeth, and in thy throat, and in thy hateful lungs, yea in thy maw, perdy. And which is worse, within thy nasty mouth. I do retort the "solus" in thy bowels, for I can take, and 555Pistol's cock is up, and flashing fire will follow.
Nym I am not Barbason; you cannot conjure me. I have an humor to knock you indifferently well. If you grow foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my rapier, as I may, in fair terms. If you would walk 560off, I would prick your guts a little in good terms, as I may, and that's the humor of it.
Pistol O braggart vile, and damnèd furious wight,
The grave doth gape, and doting death is near,
Therefore exhale.
[Pistol draws his sword.]
565Bardolph Hear me, hear me what I say. [Draws his sword (?)] He that strikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, as I am a soldier.
Pistol An oath of mickle might, and fury shall abate.
[They sheathe their swords.] Give me thy fist. Thy forefoot to me give. Thy spirits 570are most tall.
Nym I will cut thy throat one time or other in fair terms. That is the humor of it.
Pistol Couple a gorge, that is the word. I defy thee again! O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get? 575No, to the Spital go, and from the powd'ring tub of infamy fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind, Doll Tearsheet, she by name, and her espouse. I have, and I will hold the quondam Quickly for the only she, and pauca, there's enough. Go to.
Enter the Boy.
Boy Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master, and your hostess. He is very sick and would to bed. -- Good Bardolph, put thy face between his sheets and do the office of a warming-pan. Faith, he's very ill.
585Bardolph Away, you rogue.
Hostess By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of these days. The king has killed his heart. Good husband, come home presently.
Exeunt [Boy and Hostess.]
Bardolph Come, shall I make you two friends? We must 590to France together. Why the devil should we keep knives to cut one another's throats?
Pistol Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food howl on.
Nym [To Pistol] You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of you 595at betting?
Pistol Base is the slave that pays.
Nym That now I will have. That's the humor of it.
Pistol As manhood shall compound. Push home.
[They] draw [their swords.]
Bardolph [Drawing his sword (?)] By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, 600I'll kill him. By this sword, I will.
Pistol Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their course.
[Sheathes his sword]
Bardolph Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends. An thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me, too. Prithee, put up.
[Nym and Bardolph sheathe their swords. (?)]
605Pistol A noble shalt thou have, and present pay. And liquor likewise will I give to thee, and friendship shall combine, and brotherhood. I'll live by Nym and Nym shall live by me. Is not this just? For I shall sutler be unto the camp, and profits will accrue. Give me 610thy hand.
Nym I shall have my noble?
Pistol In cash most justly paid.
Nym Well, then that's the humor of't.
[Pistol and Nym shake hands. (?)]
Enter Hostess.
615Hostess As ever you come of women, come in quickly to Sir John. A poor heart, he is so shaked of a burning quotidian tertian that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him.
Nym The king hath run bad humors on the knight. 620That's the even of it.
Pistol Nym, thou hast spoke the right. His heart is fracted and corroborate.
Nym The king is a good king, but it must be as it may. He passes some humors and careers.
625Pistol Let us condole the knight, for lambkins, we will live.
Enter Exeter, Bedford, and Westmorland.
Bedford 'Fore God, his grace is bold to trust these traitors.
Exeter They shall be apprehended by and by.
630Westmorland How smooth and even they do bear themselves,
As if allegiance in their bosoms sat
Crownèd with faith and constant loyalty.
Bedford The king hath note of all that they intend
By interception, which they dream not of.
635Exeter Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow,
Whom he hath dulled and cloyed with gracious favors,
That he should for a foreign purse so sell
His sovereign's life to death and treachery!
Sound trumpets. 640Enter the King, Scrope, Cambridge, and Grey[, and attendants.]
King Henry Now sits the wind fair, and we will aboard. --
My lord of Cambridge, and my kind lord of Masham,
And you, my gentle knight, give me your thoughts:
Think you not that the powers we bear with us
645Will cut their passage through the force of France,
Doing the execution and the act
For which we have in head assembled them?
Scrope No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best.
King Henry I doubt not that, since we are well persuaded
650We carry not a heart with us from hence
That grows not in a fair consent with ours,
Nor leave not one behind that doth not wish
Success and conquest to attend on us.
Cambridge Never was monarch better feared and loved
655Than is your majesty. There's not, I think, a subject
That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness
Under the sweet shade of your government.
Grey True. Those that were your father's enemies
Have steeped their galls in honey and do serve you
660With hearts create of duty and of zeal.
King Henry We therefore have great cause of thankfulness,
And shall forget the office of our hand
Sooner than quittance of desert and merit,
According to the weight and worthiness.
665Scrope So service shall with steelèd sinews toil,
And labor shall refresh itself with hope
To do your grace incessant services.
King Henry We judge no less. Uncle of Exeter,
Enlarge the man committed yesterday
670That railed against our person. We consider
It was excess of wine that set him on,
And on his more advice we pardon him.
Scrope That's mercy, but too much security.
Let him be punished, sovereign, lest example
675Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind.
King Henry Oh, let us yet be merciful.
Cambridge So may your highness, and yet punish too.
Grey Sir, you show great mercy if you give him life
After the taste of much correction.
680King Henry Alas, your too much love and care of me
Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch.
If little faults proceeding on distemper
Shall not be winked at, how shall we stretch our eye
When capital crimes, chewed, swallowed, and digested,
685Appear before us? We'll yet enlarge that man,
Though Cambridge, Scrope, and Grey, in their dear care
And tender preservation of our person
Would have him punished. And now to our French causes. --
Who are the late commissioners?
I one, my lord.
Your highness bade me ask for it today.
Scrope So did you me, my liege.
Grey And I, my royal sovereign.
King Henry [Giving them papers] Then Richard Earl of Cambridge, there is yours.
695There yours, Lord Scrope of Masham; and sir knight,
Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours.
Read them and know I know your worthiness. --
My lord of Westmorland, and uncle Exeter,
We will aboard to night. -- Why, how now, gentlemen?
700What see you in those papers that you lose
So much complexion? Look ye how they change:
Their cheeks are paper! Why, what read you there
That have so cowarded and chased your blood
Out of appearance?
I do confess my fault,
And do submit me to your highness' mercy.
Grey, Scrope To which we all appeal.
King Henry The mercy that was quick in us but late
By your own counsel is suppressed and killed.
710You must not dare for shame to talk of mercy,
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms
As dogs upon their masters, worrying you. --
See you, my princes and my noble peers,
These English monsters: my lord of Cambridge here,
715You know how apt our love was to accord
To furnish him with all appurtenants
Belonging to his honor. And this man
Hath for a few light crowns lightly conspired
And sworn unto the practices of France
720To kill us here in Hampton. To the which
This knight, no less for bounty bound to us
Than Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn.-- But oh,
What shall I say to thee, Lord Scrope, thou cruel,
Ingrateful, savage and inhuman creature?
725Thou that didst bear the key of all my counsels,
That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
That almost mightst have coined me into gold,
Wouldst thou have practiced on me for thy use?
May it be possible that foreign hire
730Could out of thee extract one spark of evil
That might annoy my finger? 'Tis so strange
That though the truth of it stands off as gross
As black and white, my eye will scarcely see it.
Treason and murder ever kept together
735As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose,
Working so grossly in unnatural cause
That admiration did not whoop at them.
But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in
Wonder to wait on treason and on murder,
740And whatsoever cunning fiend it was
That wrought upon thee so preposterously
Hath got the voice in hell for excellence;
And other devils, that suggest by treasons,
Do botch and bungle up damnation
745With patches, colors, and with forms being fetched
From glist'ring semblances of piety.
But he that tempered thee, bade thee stand up,
Gave thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason
Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.
750If that same demon that hath gulled thee thus
Should with his lion gait walk the whole world,
He might return to vasty Tartar back
And tell the legions, "I can never win
A soul so easy as that Englishman's."
755Oh, how hast thou with jealousy infected
The sweetness of affiance! Show men dutiful?
Why so didst thou. Seem they grave and learnèd?
Why so didst thou. Come they of noble family?
Why so didst thou. Seem they religious?
760Why so didst thou. Or are they spare in diet,
Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger,
Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood,
Garnished and decked in modest complement,
Not working with the eye without the ear,
765And but in purgèd judgment trusting neither?
Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot
To make the full-fraught man, and best, indued
With some suspicion. I will weep for thee,
770For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
Another fall of man.-- Their faults are open.
Arrest them to the answer of the law,
And God acquit them of their practices.
Exeter I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of 775Richard Earl of Cambridge. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Henry Lord Scrope of Masham. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Thomas Grey, knight of Northumberland.
780Scrope Our purposes God justly hath discovered,
And I repent my fault more than my death,
Which I beseech your highness to forgive,
Although my body pay the price of it.
Cambridge For me, the gold of France did not seduce,
785Although I did admit it as a motive
The sooner to effect what I intended.
But God be thankèd for prevention,
Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice,
Beseeching God and you to pardon me.
790Grey Never did faithful subject more rejoice
At the discovery of most dangerous treason
Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself,
Prevented from a damnèd enterprise.
My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign.
795King Henry God quit you in his mercy. Hear your sentence:
You have conspired against our royal person,
Joined with an enemy proclaimed and from his coffers
Received the golden earnest of our death,
Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter,
800His princes and his peers to servitude,
His subjects to oppression and contempt,
And his whole kingdom into desolation.
Touching our person seek we no revenge,
But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,
805Whose ruin you sought, that to her laws
We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence,
Poor miserable wretches, to your death,
The taste whereof God of his mercy give
You patience to endure, and true repentance
810Of all your dear offences. -- Bear them hence.
[Exeunt traitors, guarded.]
Now, lords, for France, the enterprise whereof
Shall be to you as us like glorious.
We doubt not of a fair and lucky war,
Since God so graciously hath brought to light
815This dangerous treason lurking in our way
To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now
But every rub is smoothèd on our way.
Then forth, dear countrymen. Let us deliver
Our puissance into the hand of God,
820Putting it straight in expedition.
Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance.
No king of England if not king of France.
Flourish. [Exeunt.]
Enter Pistol, Nym, Bardolph, Boy, and Hostess.
Hostess Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring 825thee to Staines.
Pistol No, for my manly heart doth earn. Bardolph, be blithe. Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins. Boy, bristle thy courage up. For Falstaff he is dead, and we must earn therefore.
830Bardolph Would I were with him wheresome'er he is, either in heaven or in hell.
Hostess Nay, sure he's not in hell. He's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. A made a finer end, and went away an it had been any christom 835child. A parted ev'n just between twelve and one, ev'n at the turning o'th'tide. For after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's end, I knew there was but one way. For his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a babbled of green fields. "How now, 840Sir John?" quoth I. "What, man, be o' good cheer!" So a cried out, "God, God, God," three or four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him a should not think of God; I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So a bade me lay more clothes on his 845feet. I put my hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone. Then I felt to his knees, and so up-peered, and upward and all was as cold as any stone.
Nym They say he cried out of sack.
Hostess Ay, that a did.
850Bardolph And of women.
Hostess Nay, that a did not.
Boy Yes, that a did, and said they were devils incarnate.
Hostess A could never abide carnation; 'twas a 855color he never liked.
Boy A said once the devil would have him about women.
Hostess A did in some sort, indeed, handle women, but then he was rheumatic, and talked of the whore of Babylon.860
Boy Do you not remember a saw a flea stick upon Bardolph's nose, and a said it was a black soul burning in hell?
Bardolph Well, the fuel is gone that maintained that fire. 865That's all the riches I got in his service.
Nym Shall we shog? The king will be gone from Southampton.
Pistol Come, let's away. My love, give me thy lips. [Kisses her]Look to my chattels and my moveables. Let senses rule. 870The world is pitch-and-pay. Trust none, for oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes, and Holdfast is the only dog, my duck, therefore caveto be thy counselor. Go, clear thy crystals. Yoke-fellows in arms, let us to France like 875horse-leeches, my boys: to suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!
Boy And that's but unwholesome food, they say.
Pistol Touch her soft mouth and march.
Bardolph [Kisses her] Farewell, hostess.
880Nym I cannot kiss, that is the humor of it, but adieu.
Pistol Let housewifery appear. Keep close, I thee command.
Hostess Farewell. Adieu.
Flourish. Enter the French King, the Dauphin, the Dukes of Berry and Brittany[, and the Constable of France].
French King Thus comes the English with full power upon us,
And more than carefully it us concerns
890To answer royally in our defenses.
Therefore the Dukes of Berry and of Brittany,
Of Brabant and of Orléans shall make forth,
And you, Prince Dauphin, with all swift dispatch
To line and new repair our towns of war
895With men of courage and with means defendant,
For England his approaches makes as fierce
As waters to the sucking of a gulf.
It fits us then to be as provident
As fear may teach us, out of late examples
900Left by the fatal and neglected English
Upon our fields.
My most redoubted father,
It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe,
For peace itself should not so dull a kingdom,
905Though war nor no known quarrel were in question,
But that defenses, musters, preparations
Should be maintained, assembled, and collected
As were a war in expectation.
Therefore I say 'tis meet we all go forth
910To view the sick and feeble parts of France.
And let us do it with no show of fear,
No, with no more than if we heard that England
Were busied with a Whitsun morris dance.
For, my good liege, she is so idly kinged,
915Her scepter so fantastically borne
By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth,
That fear attends her not.
Oh, peace, Prince Dauphin.
You are too much mistaken in this king.
920Question your grace the late ambassadors --
With what great state he heard their embassy,
How well supplied with noble counselors,
How modest in exception, and withal
How terrible in constant resolution --
925And you shall find his vanities forespent
Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus,
Covering discretion with a coat of folly,
As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots
That shall first spring and be most delicate.
930Dauphin Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable.
But though we think it so, it is no matter.
In cases of defense, 'tis best to weigh
The enemy more mighty than he seems.
So the proportions of defense are filled,
935Which of a weak and niggardly projection
Doth like a miser spoil his coat with scanting
A little cloth.
French King
Think we King Harry strong,
And princes, look you strongly arm to meet him.
940The kindred of him hath been fleshed upon us,
And he is bred out of that bloody strain
That haunted us in our familiar paths:
Witness our too much memorable shame
When Crécy battle fatally was struck,
945And all our princes captived by the hand
Of that black name, Edward, Black Prince of Wales,
Whiles that his mountain sire on mountain standing
Up in the air, crowned with the golden sun,
Saw his heroical seed and smiled to see him
950Mangle the work of nature, and deface
The patterns that by God and by French fathers
Had twenty years been made. This is a stem
Of that victorious stock, and let us fear
The native mightiness and fate of him.
Enter a Messenger.
Messenger Ambassadors from Harry, King of England,
Do crave admittance to your majesty.
French King We'll give them present audience; go and bring them.
[Exit Messenger.]
960You see this chase is hotly followed, friends.
Dauphin Turn head and stop pursuit, for coward dogs
Most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten
Runs far before them. Good my sovereign,
Take up the English short, and let them know
965Of what a monarchy you are the head.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
As self-neglecting.
Enter Exeter.
French King
From our brother of England?
970Exeter From him, and thus he greets your majesty:
He wills you in the name of God almighty
That you divest yourself, and lay apart
The borrowed glories that by gift of heaven,
By law of nature and of nations longs
975To him and to his heirs, namely the crown
And all wide-stretchèd honors that pertain
By custom and the ordinance of times
Unto the crown of France. That you may know
'Tis no sinister nor no awkward claim
980Picked from the wormholes of long-vanished days,
Nor from the dust of old oblivion raked,
He sends you this most memorable line,
[Gives the French King a paper]
In every branch truly demonstrative,
Willing you overlook this pedigree.
985And when you find him evenly derived
From his most famed of famous ancestors,
Edward the Third, he bids you then resign
Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held
From him, the native and true challenger.
990French King Or else what follows?
Exeter Bloody constraint: for if you hide the crown
Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it.
Therefore in fierce tempest is he coming,
In thunder and in earthquake, like a Jove,
995That if requiring fail, he will compel.
And bids you in the bowels of the Lord
Deliver up the crown, and to take mercy
On the poor souls for whom this hungry war
Opens his vasty jaws, and on your head
1000Turning the widows' tears, the orphans' cries,
The dead men's blood, the privy maidens' groans
For husbands, fathers, and betrothèd lovers
That shall be swallowed in this controversy.
This is his claim, his threat'ning, and my message,
1005Unless the dauphin be in presence here,
To whom expressly I bring greeting too.
French King For us, we will consider of this further.
Tomorrow shall you bear our full intent
Back to our brother of England.
For the dauphin,
I stand here for him. What to him from England?
Exeter Scorn and defiance, slight regard, contempt,
And anything that may not misbecome
The mighty sender doth he prize you at.
1015Thus says my king: an if your father's highness
Do not, in grant of all demands at large,
Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty,
He'll call you to so hot an answer of it
That caves and womby vaultages of France
1020Shall chide your trespass and return your mock
In second accent of his ordinance.
Dauphin Say if my father render fair return
It is against my will, for I desire
Nothing but odds with England. 1025To that end,
As matching to his youth and vanity,
I did present him with the Paris balls.
Exeter He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it,
Were it the mistress court of mighty Europe.
And be assured, you'll find a difference,
1030As we his subjects have in wonder found,
Between the promise of his greener days
And these he masters now. Now he weighs time
Even to the utmost grain. That you shall read
In your own losses, if he stay in France.
1035French King Tomorrow shall you know our mind at full.
Exeter Dispatch us with all speed, lest that our king
Come here himself to question our delay,
For he is footed in this land already.
1040French King You shall be soon dispatched with fair conditions.
A night is but small breath and little pause
To answer matters of this consequence.
Flourish. Enter Chorus.
1045Chorus Thus with imagined wing our swift scene flies
In motion of no less celerity
Than that of thought. Suppose that you have seen
The well-appointed king at Dover pier
Embark his royalty, and his brave fleet
1050With silken streamers the young Phoebus feigning.
Play with your fancies, and in them behold
Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing.
Hear the shrill whistle, which doth order give
To sounds confused. Behold the threaden sails,
1055Borne with th'invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea,
Breasting the lofty surge. Oh, do but think
You stand upon the rivage, and behold
A city on th'inconstant billows dancing,
1060For so appears this fleet majestical
Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow!
Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy
And leave your England as dead midnight, still,
Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old women,
1065Either past or not arrived to pith and puissance.
For who is he whose chin is but enriched
With one appearing hair, that will not follow
These culled and choice-drawn cavaliers to France?
Work, work your thoughts, and therein see a siege.
1070Behold the ordnance on their carriages,
With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.
Suppose th'ambassador from the French comes back,
Tells Harry that the king doth offer him
Catherine his daughter, and with her to dowry
1075Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms.
The offer likes not, and the nimble gunner
With linstock now the devilish cannon touches,
Alarum, and chambers go off.
And down goes all before them. Still be kind,
1080And eke out our performance with your mind.
Enter the King, Exeter, Bedford, and Gloucester.
Alarum. [Enter soldiers with] scaling-ladders at Harfleur.
King Henry Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,
1085Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility,
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger:
1090Stiffen the sinews, conjure up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage.
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let it pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon. Let the brow o'erwhelm it
1095As fearfully as doth a gallèd rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swilled with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
1100To his full height. On! On, you noble English,
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof,
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument.
1105Dishonor not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you called fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood
And teach them how to war. And you good yeomen,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
1110The mettle of your pasture. Let us swear
That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not,
For there is none of you so mean and base
That hath not noble luster in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
1115Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry "God for Harry, England, and Saint George!"
Alarum, and chambers go off. [Exeunt.]
Enter Nym, Bardolph, Pistol, and Boy.
1120Bardolph On, on, on, on, on, to the breach, to the breach!
Nym Pray thee, corporal, stay. The knocks are too hot, and for mine own part, I have not a case of lives. The humor of it is too hot, that is the very plainsong of it.
1125Pistol The plainsong is most just, for humors do abound, knocks go and come, God's vassals drop and die,
And sword and shield
In bloody field
Doth win immortal fame.
Boy Would I were in an alehouse in London. I 1130would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety.
Pistol And I.
[Singing] If wishes would prevail with me,
My purpose should not fail with me,
But thither would I hie.
Boy [Singing] As duly --
But not as truly --
As bird doth sing on 1135bough.
Enter Fluellen.
Fluellen [Beating them] Up to the breach, you dogs! Avaunt, you cullions!
Pistol Be merciful, great duke, to men of mold! 1140Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage! Abate thy rage, great duke! Good bawcock, bate thy rage. Use lenity, sweet chuck.
Nym These be good humors! Your honor wins bad humors!
[Exeunt Pistol, Bardolph, and Nym.]
1145Boy [To audience] As young as I am, I have observed these three swashers. I am boy to them all three, but all they three, though they would serve me, could not be man to me, for indeed three such antics do not amount to a man. For Bardolph, he is white-livered and red-faced, by the 1150means whereof a faces it out, but fights not. For Pistol, he hath a killing tongue and a quiet sword, by the means whereof a breaks words and keeps whole weapons. For Nym, he hath heard that men of few words are the best men, and therefore he scorns to say 1155his prayers, lest a should be thought a coward. But his few bad words are matched with as few good deeds, for a never broke any man's head but his own, and that was against a post when he was drunk. They will steal anything, and call it purchase. Bardolph stole a lute case, 1160bore it twelve leagues, and sold it for three halfpence. Nym and Bardolph are sworn brothers in filching, and in Calais they stole a fire-shovel. I knew by that piece of service the men would carry coals. They would have me as familiar with men's pockets as their gloves 1165or their handkerchers, which makes much against my manhood, if I should take from another's pocket to put into mine, for it is plain pocketing up of wrongs. I must leave them and seek some better service. Their villainy goes against my weak stomach, and therefore 1170I must cast it up.
Exit [Boy].
Enter Gower.
Gower Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines; the Duke of Gloucester would speak with you.
1175Fluellen To the mines? Tell you the duke it is not so good to come to the mines, for look you, the mines is not according to the disciplines of the war. The concavities of it is not sufficient: for look you, th'athversary, you may discuss unto the duke, look you, is digged 1180himself, four yard under, the countermines. By Cheshu, I think a will plow up all if there is not better directions.
Gower The Duke of Gloucester, to whom the order of the siege is given, is altogether directed by 1185an Irishman, a very valiant gentleman, i'faith.
Fluellen It is Captain Macmorris, is it not?
Gower I think it be.
Fluellen By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the world. I will verify as much in his beard. He has no more directions in 1190the true disciplines of the wars, look you, of the Roman disciplines, than is a puppydog.
Enter Macmorris and Captain Jamy.
Gower Here a comes, and the Scots captain, Captain Jamy, with him.
1195Fluellen Captain Jamy is a marvelous falorous gentleman, that is certain, and of great expedition and knowledge in th'aunchient wars, upon my particular knowledge of his directions. By Cheshu, he will maintain his argument as well as any military man in the world, in 1200the disciplines of the pristine wars of the Romans.
Jamy I say guid day, Captain Fluellen.
Fluellen Good e'en to your worship, good Captain James.
Gower How now, Captain Macmorris, have you 1205quit the mines? Have the pioneers given o'er?
Macmorris By Chrish law, 'tish ill done. The work ish give over, the trumpet sound the retreat. By my hand I swear, and my father's soul, the work ish ill done; it ish give over. I would have blowed up the town, 1210so Chrish save me law, in an hour. Oh, 'tish ill done, 'tish ill done, by my hand 'tish ill done.
Fluellen Captain Macmorris, I beseech you now, will you vouchsafe me, look you, a few disputations with you, as partly touching or concerning the disciplines of 1215the war, the Roman wars, in the way of argument, look you, and friendly communication? Partly to satisfy my opinion, and partly for the satisfaction, look you, of my mind, as touching the direction of the military discipline; that is the point.
1220Jamy It sall be verray guid, guid faith, guid captains baith, and I sall quit you with guid leve, as I may pick occasion. That sall I, marry.
Macmorris It is no time to discourse, so Chrish save me. The day is hot, and the weather, and the wars, and the 1225king, and the dukes. It is no time to discourse. The town is besieched, and the trumpet call us to the breach, and we talk, and be Chrish do nothing! 'Tis shame for us all; so God sa' me, 'tis shame to stand still. It is shame, by my hand; and there is throats to be cut, and works to be 1230done, and there ish nothing done, so Christ sa' me law.
Jamy By the mess, ere these eyes of mine take themselves to slumber, I'll dae guid service, or I'll lig i'th' grund for it; I owe God a death, and I'll pay't as valorously as I may, that sall I surely do. That is the brefe and the long. 1235Marry, I wad full fain heard some question 'tween you twae.
Fluellen Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, under your correction, there is not many of your nation --
1240Macmorris Of my nation? What ish my nation? Ish a villain, and a bastard, and a knave, and a rascal? What ish my nation? Who talks of my nation?
Fluellen Look you, if you take the matter otherwise than is meant, Captain Macmorris, peradventure I 1245shall think you do not use me with that affability as in discretion you ought to use me, look you, being as good a man as yourself, both in the disciplines of war and in the derivation of my birth, and in other particularities.
1250Macmorris I do not know you so good a man as myself. So Chrish save me, I will cut off your head.
Gower Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.
Jamy Ah, that's a foul fault.
A parley [is sounded.]
Gower The town sounds a parley.
1255Fluellen Captain Macmorris, when there is more better opportunity to be required, look you, I will be so bold as to tell you I know the disciplines of war, and there is an end.
Enter the King and all his train before the gates.
1260King Henry How yet resolves the governor of the town?
This is the latest parle we will admit,
Therefore to our best mercy give yourselves,
Or like to men proud of destruction
Defy us to our worst; for as I am a soldier,
1265A name that in my thoughts becomes me best,
If I begin the batt'ry once again,
I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur
Till in her ashes she lie burièd.
The gates of mercy shall be all shut up,
1270And the fleshed soldier, rough and hard of heart,
In liberty of bloody hand shall range
With conscience wide as hell, mowing like grass
Your fresh fair virgins and your flow'ring infants.
What is it then to me if impious war,
1275Arrayed in flames like to the prince of fiends,
Do with his smirched complexion all fell feats
Enlinked to waste and desolation?
What is't to me, when you yourselves are cause,
If your pure maidens fall into the hand
1280Of hot and forcing violation?
What rein can hold licentious wickedness
When down the hill he holds his fierce career?
We may as bootless spend our vain command
Upon th'enragèd soldiers in their spoil
1285As send precepts to the leviathan
To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur,
Take pity of your town and of your people
Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command,
Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace
1290O'er-blows the filthy and contagious clouds
Of headly murder, spoil, and villainy.
If not, why in a moment look to see
The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand
Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters,
1295Your fathers taken by the silver beards
And their most reverend heads dashed to the walls,
Your naked infants spitted upon pikes
Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confused
Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry
1300At Herod's bloody-hunting slaughtermen.
What say you? Will you yield and this avoid,
Or, guilty in defense, be thus destroyed?
Enter Governor.
Governor Our expectation hath this day an end:
1305The dauphin, whom of succors we entreated,
Returns us that his powers are yet not ready
To raise so great a siege. Therefore, great king,
We yield our town and lives to thy soft mercy.
Enter our gates; dispose of us and ours,
1310For we no longer are defensible.
King Henry
Open your gates. --
Come, uncle Exeter,
Go you and enter Harfleur; there remain
And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French.
Use mercy to them all for us, dear uncle.
1315The winter coming on and sickness growing
Upon our soldiers, we will retire to Calais.
Tonight in Harfleur will we be your guest;
Tomorrow for the march are we addressed.
Flourish, and [the English] enter the town.
Enter Catherine and [Alice,] an old gentlewoman.
Catherine Alice, tu as été en Angleterre, et tu bien parles le langage.
Alice Un peu, madame.
Catherine Je te prie, m'enseignez; il faut que j'apprenne à 1325parler. Comment appelez-vous la main en anglais?
Alice La main? Elle est appellée de hand.
Catherine De hand. Et les doigts?
Alice Les doigts -- ma foi, j'oublie les doigts! Mais je me souviendrai: 1330les doigts, je pense qu'ils sont appellés de fingres. Oui, de fingres.
Catherine Le main, de hand, les doigts, les fingres. Je pense que je suis la bonne écolière. J'ai gagné deux mots d'anglais vistement. Comment appelez vous les ongles?
1335Alice Les ongles, nous les appelons de nails.
Catherine De nails. Écoutez; dites-moi si je parle bien: de hand, de fingres, et de nails.
Alice C'est bien dit, madame. Il est fort bon anglais.
Catherine Dites-moi l'anglais pour le bras.
1340Alice De arm, madame.
Catherine Et le coude?
Alice D'elbow.
Catherine D'elbow. Je m'en fais la répétition de tous les mots que vous m'avez appris dès à présent.
1345Alice Il est trop difficile, madame, comme je pense.
Catherine Excusez-moi, Alice. Éscoutez: d'hand, de fingre, de nails, d'arma, de bilbow.
Alice D'elbow, madame.
Catherine O Seigneur Dieu, je m'en oublie! D'elbow. Comment 1350appellez-vous le col?
Alice De nick, madame.
Catherine De nick. Et le menton?
Alice De chin.
Catherine De sin. Le col, de nick, le menton, de sin.
1355Alice Oui. Sauf votre honneur, en vérité vous prononcez les mots aussi droit que les natifs d'Angleterre.
Catherine Je ne doute point d'apprendre, par la grâce de Dieu, et en peu de temps.
Alice N'avez-vous déjà oublié ce que je vous ai enseigné?
1360Catherine Non, et je réciterai à vous promptement: d'hand, de fingre, de mailés --
Alice De nails, madame.
Catherine De nails, de arm, de ilbow --
Alice Sauf votre honneur, d'elbow.
1365Catherine Ainsi dis-je, d'elbow. De nick, et de sin. Comment appellez-vous le pied et la robe?
Alice Le foot, madame, et le count.
Catherine Le foot et le count? O Seigneur Dieu, ils sont les mots de son mauvais, corruptible, gros, et impudique, et non 1370pour les dames d'honneur d'user! Je ne voudrais prononcer ces mots devant les seigneurs de France pour tout le monde. Foh! Le foot et le count! Néanmoins, je réciterai une autre fois ma leçon ensemble: d'hand, de fingre, de nails, d'arm, d'elbow, de nick, de sin, de foot, le count.
1375Alice Excellent, madame!
Catherine C'est assez pour une fois. Allons-nous à dîner.
Enter the King of France, the Dauphin, the Constable of France, [the Duke of Brittany,] and others.
1380French King 'Tis certain he hath passed the river Somme.
Constable And if he be not fought withal, my lord,
Let us not live in France. Let us quit all
And give our vineyards to a barbarous people.
Dauphin O Dieu vivant! Shall a few sprays of us,
1385The emptying of our fathers' luxury,
Our scions, put in wild and savage stock,
Spurt up so suddenly into the clouds
And overlook their grafters?
Brittany Normans, but bastard Normans! Norman bastards!
1390Mort de ma vie, if they march along
Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom
To buy a slobb'ry and a dirty farm
In that nook-shotten isle of Albion.
Constable Dieu des batailles, where have they this mettle?
1395Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull,
On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale,
Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden water,
A drench for sur-reined jades, their barley broth,
Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?
1400And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine,
Seem frosty? Oh, for honor of our land,
Let us not hang like roping icicles
Upon our houses' thatch whiles a more frosty people
Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields!
1405Poor we may call them in their native lords.
Dauphin By faith and honor,
Our madams mock at us, and plainly say
Our mettle is bred out, and they will give
Their bodies to the lust of English youth
1410To new-store France with bastard warriors.
Brittany They bid us to the English dancing schools
And teach lavoltas high and swift corantos,
Saying our grace is only in our heels
And that we are most lofty runaways.
1415French King Where is Montjoy the herald? Speed him hence.
Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.
Up, princes, and with spirit of honor edged
More sharper than your swords, hie to the field.
Charles d'Alberet, High Constable of France,
1420You Dukes of Orléans, Bourbon, and of Berry,
Alençon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy,
Jaques Châtillon, Rambures, Vaudémont,
Beaumont, Grandpré, Roucy, and Fauquembergues,
Foix, Lestrelles, Boucicaut, and Charolais,
1425High dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and kings,
For your great seats, now quit you of great shames.
Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land
With pennons painted in the blood of Harfleur.
Rush on his host as doth the melted snow
1430Upon the valleys, whose low vassal seat
The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon.
Go down upon him -- you have power enough --
And in a captive chariot into Rouen
Bring him our prisoner.
This becomes the great.
Sorry am I his numbers are so few,
His soldiers sick and famished in their march;
For I am sure when he shall see our army
He'll drop his heart into the sink of fear
1440And, 'fore achievement, offer us his ransom.
French King Therefore, lord constable, haste on Montjoy
And let him say to England that we send
To know what willing ransom he will give.
Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Rouen.
1445Dauphin Not so, I do beseech your majesty.
French King Be patient, for you shall remain with us.
Now forth, lord constable, and princes all,
And quickly bring us word of England's fall.
Enter Captains English and Welsh, Gower 1450and Fluellen[, meeting].
Gower How now, Captain Fluellen, come you from the bridge?
Fluellen I assure you, there is very excellent services committed at the bridge.
1455Gower Is the Duke of Exeter safe?
Fluellen The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Agamemnon, and a man that I love and honor with my soul, and my heart, and my duty, and my live, and my living, and my uttermost power. He is not, God be praised and 1460blessed, any hurt in the world, but keeps the bridge most valiantly, with excellent discipline. There is an aunchient lieutenant there at the pridge. I think in my very conscience he is as valiant a man as Mark Antony, and he is a man of no estimation in the world, but I did see 1465him do as gallant service.
Gower What do you call him?
Fluellen He is called Aunchient Pistol.
Gower I know him not.
Enter Pistol.
1470Fluellen Here is the man.
Pistol Captain, I thee beseech to do me favors; the Duke of Exeter doth love thee well.
Fluellen Ay, I praise God, and I have merited some love at his hands.
1475Pistol Bardolph, a soldier firm and sound of heart, and of buxom valor, hath, by cruel fate and giddy Fortune's furious fickle wheel, that goddess blind that stands upon the rolling restless stone --
Fluellen By your patience, Aunchient Pistol, Fortune is 1480painted blind, with a muffler afore his eyes, to signify to you that fortune is blind; and she is painted also with a wheel, to signify to you, which is the moral of it, that she is turning and inconstant, and mutability, and variation; and her foot, look you, is fixed upon a 1485spherical stone, which rowls and rowls and rowls. In good truth, the poet makes a most excellent description of it. Fortune is an excellent moral.
Pistol Fortune is Bardolph's foe and frowns on him, for he hath stolen a pax, and hanged must a be, a damned 1490death. Let gallows gape for dog; let man go free, and let not hemp his windpipe suffocate. But Exeter hath given the doom of death for pax of little price. Therefore go speak -- the duke will hear thy voice -- and let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut with edge of 1495penny-cord and vile reproach. Speak, captain, for his life, and I will thee requite.
Fluellen Aunchient Pistol, I do partly understand your meaning.
Pistol Why then, rejoice therefore!
1500Fluellen Certainly, aunchient, it is not a thing to rejoice at. For if, look you, he were my brother, I would desire the duke to use his good pleasure and put him to execution; for discipline ought to be used.
Pistol Die and be damned, and fico for thy friendship!
1505Fluellen It is well.
Pistol The fig of Spain!
Fluellen Very good.
Gower Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal. I remember him now: a bawd, a cutpurse.
1510Fluellen I'll assure you, a uttered as prave words at the pridge as you shall see in a summer's day. But it is very well; what he has spoke to me, that is well, I warrant you, when time is serve.
Gower Why 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue that now and 1515then goes to the wars to grace himself at his return into London under the form of a soldier. And such fellows are perfect in the great commanders' names, and they will learn you by rote where services were done: at such and such a sconce, at such a breach, at such a 1520convoy; who came off bravely, who was shot, who disgraced; what terms the enemy stood on. And this they con perfectly in the phrase of war, which they trick up with new-tuned oaths. And what a beard of the general's cut and a horrid suit of the camp will do 1525among foaming bottles and ale-washed wits is wonderful to be thought on. But you must learn to know such slanders of the age, or else you may be marvelously mistook.
Fluellen I tell you what, Captain Gower: I do perceive 1530he is not the man that he would gladly make show to the world he is. If I find a hole in his coat, I will tell him my mind. [Drum within] Hark you, the king is coming, and I must speak with him from the pridge.
Drum and Colors. Enter the King and his 1535poor soldiers[, and Gloucester].
Fluellen God pless your majesty.
King Henry How now, Fluellen, cam'st thou from the bridge?
Fluellen Ay, so please your majesty. The Duke of Exeter has very gallantly maintained the pridge. The French is 1540gone off, look you, and there is gallant and most prave passages. Marry, th'athversary was have possession of the pridge, but he is enforced to retire, and the Duke of Exeter is master of the pridge. I can tell your majesty, the duke is a prave man.
1545King Henry What men have you lost, Fluellen?
Fluellen The perdition of th'athversary hath been very great, reasonable great. Marry, for my part I think the duke hath lost never a man, but one that is like to be executed for robbing a church: one Bardolph, 1550if your majesty know the man. His face is all bubuckles, and whelks, and knobs, and flames afire, and his lips blows at his nose, and it is like a coal of fire, sometimes plue and sometimes red. But his nose is executed, and his fire's out.
1555King Henry We would have all such offenders so cut off, and we give express charge that in our marches through the country there be nothing compelled from the villages, nothing taken but paid for, none of the French upbraided or abused in disdainful language. For when 1560levity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.
Tucket. Enter Montjoy.
Montjoy You know me by my habit.
King Henry Well then, I know thee. What shall I know 1565of thee?
Montjoy My master's mind.
King Henry Unfold it.
Montjoy Thus says my king: "Say thou to Harry of England, though we seemed dead, we did but sleep. 1570Advantage is a better soldier than rashness. Tell him we could have rebuked him at Harfleur, but that we thought not good to bruise an injury till it were full ripe. Now we speak upon our cue, and our voice is imperial: England shall repent his folly, see his 1575weakness, and admire our sufferance. Bid him therefore consider of his ransom, which must proportion the losses we have borne, the subjects we have lost, the disgrace we have digested, which in weight to re-answer his pettiness would bow under. For our losses, his exchequer is 1580too poor; for th'effusion of our blood, the muster of his kingdom too faint a number; and for our disgrace, his own person kneeling at our feet but a weak and worthless satisfaction. To this add defiance, and tell him for conclusion he hath betrayed his followers, whose 1585condemnation is pronounced." So far my king and master; so much my office.
King Henry What is thy name? I know thy quality.
Montjoy Montjoy.
King Henry Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee back
1590And tell thy king I do not seek him now,
But could be willing to march on to Calais
Without impeachment; for to say the sooth,
Though 'tis no wisdom to confess so much
Unto an enemy of craft and vantage,
1595My people are with sickness much enfeebled,
My numbers lessened, and those few I have
Almost no better than so many French,
Who when they were in health, I tell thee, herald,
I thought upon one pair of English legs
1600Did march three Frenchmen. Yet forgive me, God,
That I do brag thus; this your air of France
Hath blown that vice in me. I must repent.
Go therefore, tell thy master here I am.
My ransom is this frail and worthless trunk,
1605My army but a weak and sickly guard.
Yet, God before, tell him we will come on,
Though France himself and such another neighbor
Stand in our way.
There's for thy labor, Montjoy.
Go bid thy master well advise himself.
1610If we may pass, we will. If we be hindered,
We shall your tawny ground with your red blood
Discolor. And so, Montjoy, fare you well.
The sum of all our answer is but this:
We would not seek a battle as we are,
1615Nor as we are, we say, we will not shun it.
So tell your master.
Montjoy I shall deliver so. Thanks to your highness.
Gloucester I hope they will not come upon us now.
1620King Henry We are in God's hand, brother, not in theirs. --
March to the bridge. -- It now draws toward night.
Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves,
And on tomorrow bid them march away.
Enter the Constable of France, the Lord Rambures, 1625Orléans, [and the] Dauphin, with others.
Constable Tut, I have the best armor of the world. Would it were day.
Orléans You have an excellent armor, but let my horse have his due.
1630Constable It is the best horse of Europe.
Orléans Will it never be morning?
Dauphin My lord of Orléans, and my lord high constable, you talk of horse and armor?
Orléans You are as well provided of both as any 1635prince in the world.
Dauphin What a long night is this! I will not change my horse with any that treads but on four pasterns. Ch'ha! He bounds from the earth as if his entrails were hairs: le cheval volant, the Pegasus, qui a les narines de 1640feu! When I bestride him, I soar; I am a hawk. He trots the air. The earth sings when he touches it. The basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.
Orléans He's of the color of the nutmeg.
1645Dauphin And of the heat of the ginger. It is a beast for Perseus. He is pure air and fire, and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him. He is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call 1650beasts.
Constable Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and excellent horse.
Dauphin It is the prince of palfreys. His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces 1655homage.
Orléans No more, cousin.
Dauphin Nay, the man hath no wit that cannot from the rising of the lark to the lodging of the lamb vary deserved praise on my palfrey; it is a theme as 1660fluent as the sea. Turn the sands into eloquent tongues and my horse is argument for them all. 'Tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on, and for a sovereign's sovereign to ride on, and for the world, familiar to us and unknown, to lay apart their particular functions 1665and wonder at him. I once writ a sonnet in his praise, and began thus: "Wonder of nature --"
Orléans I have heard a sonnet begin so to one's mistress.
Dauphin Then did they imitate that which I composed 1670to my courser, for my horse is my mistress.
Orléans Your mistress bears well.
Dauphin Me well, which is the prescript praise and perfection of a good and particular mistress.
Constable Nay, for methought yesterday your mistress 1675shrewdly shook your back.
Dauphin So perhaps did yours.
Constable Mine was not bridled.
Dauphin Oh, then belike she was old and gentle, and you rode like a kern of Ireland, your French hose off, and in 1680your strait strossers.
Constable You have good judgment in horsemanship.
Dauphin Be warned by me then: they that ride so and ride not warily fall into foul bogs. I had rather have 1685my horse to my mistress.
Constable I had as lief have my mistress a jade.
Dauphin I tell thee, constable, my mistress wears his own hair.
Constable I could make as true a boast as that if I had a 1690sow to my mistress.
Dauphin "Le chien est retourné à son propre vomissement, et la truie lavée au bourbier." Thou makest use of anything.
Constable Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress, or any such proverb so little kin to the purpose.
1695Rambures My lord constable, the armor that I saw in your tent tonight: are those stars or suns upon it?
Constable Stars, my lord.
Dauphin Some of them will fall tomorrow, I hope.
Constable And yet my sky shall not want.
1700Dauphin That may be, for you bear a many superfluously, and 'twere more honor some were away.
Constable Ev'n as your horse bears your praises, who would trot as well were some of your brags dismounted.
1705Dauphin Would I were able to load him with his desert. Will it never be day? I will trot tomorrow a mile, and my way shall be paved with English faces.
Constable I will not say so for fear I should be faced out of my way, but I would it were morning, for I would 1710fain be about the ears of the English.
Rambures Who will go to hazard with me for twenty prisoners?
Constable You must first go yourself to hazard ere you have them.
1715Dauphin 'Tis midnight; I'll go arm myself.
Orléans The dauphin longs for morning.
Rambures He longs to eat the English.
Constable I think he will eat all he kills.
Orléans By the white hand of my lady, he's a 1720gallant prince.
Constable Swear by her foot, that she may tread out the oath.
Orléans He is simply the most active gentleman of France.
1725Constable Doing is activity, and he will still be doing.
Orléans He never did harm that I heard of.
Constable Nor will do none tomorrow; he will keep that good name still.
Orléans I know him to be valiant.
1730Constable I was told that by one that knows him better than you.
Orléans What's he?
Constable Marry, he told me so himself, and he said he cared not who knew it.
1735Orléans He needs not; it is no hidden virtue in him.
Constable By my faith, sir, but it is. Never anybody saw it but his lackey. 'Tis a hooded valor, and when it appears, it will bate.
1740Orléans Ill will never said well.
Constable I will cap that proverb with "There is flattery in friendship."
Orléans And I will take up that with "Give the devil his due."
1745Constable Well placed. There stands your friend for the devil. Have at the very eye of that proverb with "A pox of the devil."
Orléans You are the better at proverbs by how much "a fool's bolt is soon shot."
1750Constable You have shot over.
Orléans 'Tis not the first time you were overshot.
Enter a Messenger.
Messenger My lord high constable, the English lie within fifteen hundred paces of your tents.
1755Constable Who hath measured the ground?
Messenger The lord Grandpré.
Constable A valiant and most expert gentleman. Would it were day! Alas, poor Harry of England. He longs not for the dawning as we do.
1760Orléans What a wretched and peevish fellow is this king of England, to mope with his fat-brained followers so far out of his knowledge!
Constable If the English had any apprehension, they would run away.
1765Orléans That they lack, for if their heads had any intellectual armor, they could never wear such heavy headpieces.
Rambures That island of England breeds very valiant creatures. Their mastiffs are of unmatchable 1770courage.
Orléans Foolish curs, that run winking into the mouth of a Russian bear and have their heads crushed like rotten apples. You may as well say that's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a 1775lion.
Constable Just, just. And the men do sympathize with the mastiffs in robustious and rough coming on, leaving their wits with their wives. And then give them great meals of beef, and iron and steel; they 1780will eat like wolves and fight like devils.
Orléans Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of beef.
Constable Then shall we find tomorrow they have only stomachs to eat, and none to fight. Now is it time to 1785arm. Come, shall we about it?
Orléans It is now two o'clock, but let me see: by ten
We shall have each a hundred Englishmen.
[Enter] Chorus.
1790Chorus Now entertain conjecture of a time
When creeping murmur and the poring dark
Fills the wide vessel of the universe.
From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night,
The hum of either army stilly sounds,
1795That the fixed sentinels almost receive
The secret whispers of each other's watch.
Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames
Each battle sees the other's umbered face.
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
1800Piercing the night's dull ear, and from the tents,
The armorers accomplishing the knights,
With busy hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparation.
The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll,
1805And the third hour of drowsy morning named.
Proud of their numbers and secure in soul,
The confident and over-lusty French
Do the low-rated English play at dice,
And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night,
1810Who like a foul and ugly witch doth limp
So tediously away. The poor condemnèd English,
Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires
Sit patiently and inly ruminate
The morning's danger; and their gesture sad,
1815Investing lank-lean cheeks and war-worn coats,
Presented them unto the gazing moon
So many horrid ghosts. Oh, now, who will behold
The royal captain of this ruined band
Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent,
1820Let him cry "Praise and glory on his head!"
For forth he goes and visits all his host,
Bids them good morrow with a modest smile,
And calls them brothers, friends, and countrymen.
Upon his royal face there is no note
1825How dread an army hath enrounded him;
Nor doth he dedicate one jot of color
Unto the weary and all-watchèd night,
But freshly looks and overbears attaint
With cheerful semblance and sweet majesty,
1830That every wretch, pining and pale before,
Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks.
A largess universal like the sun
His liberal eye doth give to everyone,
Thawing cold fear, that mean and gentle all
1835Behold, as may unworthiness define,
A little touch of Harry in the night.
And so our scene must to the battle fly,
Where -- oh, for pity! -- we shall much disgrace
With four or five most vile and ragged foils
1840Right ill-disposed in brawl ridiculous,
The name of Agincourt. Yet sit and see,
Minding true things by what their mock'ries be.
Enter the King [and Gloucester, meeting Bedford].
1845King Henry Gloucester, 'tis true that we are in great danger;
The greater therefore should our courage be.--
Good morrow, brother Bedford. God almighty,
There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distill it out.
1850For our bad neighbor makes us early stirrers,
Which is both healthful and good husbandry.
Besides, they are our outward consciences
And preachers to us all, admonishing
That we should dress us fairly for our end.
1855Thus may we gather honey from the weed,
And make a moral of the devil himself.
Enter Erpingham.
Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham.
A good soft pillow for that good white head
1860Were better than a churlish turf of France.
Erpingham Not so, my liege. This lodging likes me better,
Since I may say "Now lie I like a king."
King Henry 'Tis good for men to love their present pains.
Upon example so, the spirit is eased,
1865And when the mind is quickened, out of doubt
The organs, though defunct and dead before,
Break up their drowsy grave and newly move
With casted slough, and fresh legerity.
Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas. -- Brothers both,
1870Commend me to the princes in our camp.
Do my good morrow to them, and anon
Desire them all to my pavilion.
Gloucester We shall, my liege.
Shall I attend your grace?
1875King Henry
No, my good knight,
Go with my brothers to my lords of England.
I and my bosom must debate awhile,
And then I would no other company.
Erpingham The lord in heaven bless thee, noble 1880Harry.
Exeunt [all but King Henry, who disguises himself in Erpingham's cloak].
King Henry God-a-mercy, old heart; thou speak'st cheerfully.
Enter Pistol.
Pistol Che vous la?
King Henry A friend.
1885Pistol Discuss unto me: art thou officer, or art thou base, common, and popular?
King Henry I am a gentleman of a company.
Pistol Trail'st thou the puissant pike?
King Henry Even so. What are you?
1890Pistol As good a gentleman as the emperor.
King Henry Then you are a better than the king.
Pistol The king's a bawcock and a heart of gold, a lad of life, an imp of fame, of parents good, of fist most valiant. I kiss his dirty shoe, and from 1895heartstring I love the lovely bully. What is thy name?
King Henry Harry le Roy.
Pistol Leroy? A Cornish name; art thou of Cornish crew?
King Henry No, I am a Welshman.
Pistol Know'st thou Fluellen?
1900King Henry Yes.
Pistol Tell him I'll knock his leek about his pate upon Saint Davy's day.
King Henry Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, lest he knock that about yours.
1905Pistol Art thou his friend?
King Henry And his kinsman too.
Pistol The fico for thee then.
King Henry I thank you. God be with you.
Pistol My name is Pistol called.
Exit [Pistol].
1910King Henry It sorts well with your fierceness.
Enter Fluellen and Gower [separately].
Gower Captain Fluellen.
Fluellen 'So! In the name of Jesu Christ speak fewer! It 1915is the greatest admiration in the universal world when the true and aunchient prerogatiffs and laws of the wars is not kept. If you would take the pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the Great, you shall find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle-taddle nor pibble-babble 1920in Pompey's camp. I warrant you, you shall find the ceremonies of the wars, and the cares of it, and the forms of it, and the sobriety of it, and the modesty of it, to be otherwise.
Gower Why, the enemy is loud; you hear him all 1925night.
Fluellen If the enemy is an ass and a fool and a prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an ass and a fool and a prating coxcomb, in your own conscience now?
1930Gower I will speak lower.
Fluellen I pray you and beseech you that you will.
[Exeunt Gower and Fluellen.]
King Henry Though it appear a little out of fashion,
There is much care and valor in this Welshman.
Enter three soldiers: John Bates, Alexander Court, 1935and Michael Williams.
Court Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks yonder?
Bates I think it be, but we have no great cause to desire the approach of day.
1940Williams We see yonder the beginning of the day, but I think we shall never see the end of it. -- Who goes there?
King Henry A friend.
Williams Under what captain serve you?
1945King Henry Under Sir Thomas Erpingham.
Williams A good old commander and a most kind gentleman. I pray you, what thinks he of our estate?
King Henry Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that look to be washed off the next tide.
1950Bates He hath not told his thought to the king?
King Henry No, nor it is not meet he should. For though I speak it to you, I think the king is but a man, as I am. The violet smells to him as it doth to me; the element shows to him as it doth to me; all his senses have but 1955human conditions. His ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man, and though his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing. Therefore when he sees reason of fears, as we do, his fears out of doubt be of 1960the same relish as ours are. Yet in reason, no man should possess him with any appearance of fear, lest he by showing it should dishearten his army.
Bates He may show what outward courage he will, but I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could wish 1965himself in Thames up to the neck. And so I would he were, and I by him, at all adventures, so we were quit here.
King Henry By my troth, I will speak my conscience of the king: I think he would not wish himself anywhere but where he is.
1970Bates Then I would he were here alone. So should he be sure to be ransomed, and a many poor men's lives saved.
King Henry I dare say you love him not so ill to wish him here alone, howsoever you speak this to feel other men's minds. Methinks I could not die anywhere so 1975contented as in the king's company, his cause being just and his quarrel honorable.
Williams That's more than we know.
Bates Ay, or more than we should seek after. For we know enough if we know we are the king's subjects. 1980If his cause be wrong, our obedience to the king wipes the crime of it out of us.
Williams But if the cause be not good, the king himself hath a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs and arms and heads chopped off in a battle 1985shall join together at the latter day, and cry all, "We died at such a place," some swearing, some crying for a surgeon, some upon their wives left poor behind them, some upon the debts they owe, some upon their children rawly left. I am afeared there are few die well that die 1990in a battle, for how can they charitably dispose of anything when blood is their argument? Now if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for the king that led them to it, who to disobey were against all proportion of subjection.
1995King Henry So if a son that is by his father sent about merchandise do sinfully miscarry upon the sea, the imputation of his wickedness, by your rule, should be imposed upon his father that sent him. Or if a servant, under his master's command transporting a sum of 2000money, be assailed by robbers and die in many irreconciled iniquities, you may call the business of the master the author of the servant's damnation. But this is not so. The king is not bound to answer the particular endings of his soldiers, the father of his son, nor the master 2005of his servant, for they purpose not their death when they purpose their services. Besides, there is no king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to the arbitrament of swords, can try it out with all unspotted soldiers. Some, peradventure, have on them the guilt of 2010premeditated and contrived murder; some of beguiling virgins with the broken seals of perjury; some, making the wars their bulwark, that have before gored the gentle bosom of peace with pillage and robbery. Now if these men have defeated the law and 2015outrun native punishment, though they can outstrip men, they have no wings to fly from God. War is his beadle; war is his vengeance. So that here men are punished for before-breach of the king's laws in now the king's quarrel. Where they feared the death, 2020they have borne life away; and where they would be safe, they perish. Then if they die unprovided, no more is the king guilty of their damnation than he was before guilty of those impieties for the which they are now visited. Every subject's duty is the king's, but 2025every subject's soul is his own. Therefore should every soldier in the wars do as every sick man in his bed, wash every mote out of his conscience. And dying so, death is to him advantage, or not dying, the time was blessedly lost wherein such preparation was 2030gained. And in him that escapes, it were not sin to think that, making God so free an offer, he let him outlive that day to see his greatness and to teach others how they should prepare.
Williams 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill upon 2035his own head; the king is not to answer it.
Bates I do not desire he should answer for me, and yet I determine to fight lustily for him.
King Henry I myself heard the king say he would not be ransomed.
2040Williams Ay, he said so to make us fight cheerfully, but when our throats are cut he may be ransomed and we ne'er the wiser.
King Henry If I live to see it, I will never trust his word after.
2045Williams You pay him, then! That's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun that a poor and a private displeasure can do against a monarch. You may as well go about to turn the sun to ice with fanning in his face with a peacock's feather. You'll never trust his word after! 2050Come, 'tis a foolish saying.
King Henry Your reproof is something too round. I should be angry with you if the time were convenient.
Williams Let it be a quarrel between us if you live.
2055King Henry I embrace it.
Williams How shall I know thee again?
King Henry Give me any gage of thine and I will wear it in my bonnet. Then if ever thou darest acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel.
2060Williams Here's my glove. Give me another of thine.
King Henry There.
[They exchange gloves.]
Williams This will I also wear in my cap. If ever thou come to me and say, after tomorrow, "This is my glove," 2065by this hand I will take thee a box on the ear.
King Henry If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it.
Williams Thou darest as well be hanged.
King Henry Well, I will do it, though I take thee in the king's company.
2070Williams Keep thy word. Fare thee well.
Bates Be friends, you English fools, be friends! We have French quarrels enough, if you could tell how to reckon.
[Exeunt] Soldiers.
King Henry Indeed, the French may lay twenty French 2075crowns to one they will beat us, for they bear them on their shoulders. But it is no English treason to cut French crowns, and tomorrow the king himself will be a clipper. --
Upon the king! "Let us our lives, our souls,
2080Our debts, our careful wives, our children, and
Our sins lay on the king." We must bear all.
O hard condition, twin-born with greatness,
Subject to the breath of every fool whose sense
2085No more can feel but his own wringing.
What infinite heart's-ease must kings neglect,
That private men enjoy?
And what have kings that privates have not too,
Save ceremony, save general ceremony?
2090And what art thou, thou idol ceremony?
What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more
Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers?
What are thy rents? What are thy comings in?
O ceremony, show me but thy worth.
2095What? Is thy soul of adoration?
Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form,
Creating awe and fear in other men,
Wherein thou art less happy being feared
Than they in fearing?
2100What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,
But poisoned flattery? O, be sick, great greatness,
And bid thy ceremony give thee cure.
Think'st thou the fiery fever will go out
With titles blown from adulation?
2105Will it give place to flexure and low bending?
Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's knee,
Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream
That play'st so subtly with a king's repose.
I am a king that find thee, and I know
2110'Tis not the balm, the scepter, and the ball,
The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,
The intertissued robe of gold and pearl,
The farcèd title running 'fore the king,
The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp
2115That beats upon the high shore of this world --
No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony,
Not all these, laid in bed majestical,
Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave
Who, with a body filled and vacant mind,
2120Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread;
Never sees horrid night, the child of hell,
But like a lackey, from the rise to set,
Sweats in the eye of Phoebus, and all night
Sleeps in Elysium; next day after dawn
2125Doth rise and help Hyperion to his horse,
And follows so the ever-running year
With profitable labor to his grave.
And but for ceremony, such a wretch,
Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep,
2130Had the forehand and vantage of a king.
The slave, a member of the country's peace,
Enjoys it, but in gross brain little wots
What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace,
Whose hours the peasant best advantages.
Enter Erpingham.
Erpingham My lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence,
Seek through your camp to find you.
King Henry
Good old knight,
Collect them all together at my tent:
I'll be before thee.
I shall do't, my lord.
King Henry [Kneeling] O God of battles, steel my soldiers' hearts.
Possess them not with fear. Take from them now
The sense of reck'ning, ere th'opposèd numbers
Pluck their hearts from them. Not today, O Lord,
2145Oh, not today -- think not upon the fault
My father made in compassing the crown.
I Richard's body have interrèd new,
And on it have bestowed more contrite tears
Than from it issued forcèd drops of blood.
2150Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay
Who twice a day their withered hands hold up
Toward heaven to pardon blood, and I have built
Two chantries where the sad and solemn priests
Sing still 2155for Richard's soul. More will I do,
Though all that I can do is nothing worth,
Since that my penitence comes after all,
Imploring pardon.
Enter Gloucester.
My liege.
King Henry
My brother Gloucester's voice? Ay,
I know thy errand. I will go with thee.
The day, my friend, and all things stay for me.
Enter the Dauphin, Orléans, Rambures, and Beaumont.
Orléans The sun doth gild our armor. Up, my lords!
Dauphin Montez à cheval: my horse, varlet lackey, 2170ha!
Orléans Oh, brave spirit!
Dauphin Via les eaux et terres.
Orléans Rien plus? L'air et feu?
Cieux, Cousin Orléans.
2175Now my lord constable?
Constable Hark how our steeds for present service neigh.
Dauphin Mount them, and make incision in their hides,
That their hot blood may spin in English eyes
2180And d'out them with superfluous courage. Ha!
Rambures What, will you have them weep our horses' blood?
How shall we then behold their natural tears?
Enter Messenger.
Messenger The English are embattled, you French 2185peers.
Constable To horse, you gallant princes, straight to horse!
Do but behold yon poor and starvèd band
And your fair show shall suck away their souls,
Leaving them but the shales and husks of men.
2190There is not work enough for all our hands,
Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins
To give each naked curtle-ax a stain
That our French gallants shall today draw out
And sheathe for lack of sport. Let us but blow on them,
2195The vapor of our valor will o'erturn them.
'Tis positive against all exceptions, lords,
That our superfluous lackeys and our peasants,
Who in unnecessary action swarm
About our squares of battle, were enough
2200To purge this field of such a hilding foe
Though we upon this mountain's basis by
Took stand for idle speculation,
But that our honors must not. What's to say?
A very little little let us do
2205And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound
The tucket sonance and the note to mount,
For our approach shall so much dare the field
That England shall couch down in fear and yield.
Enter Grandpré.
2210Grandpré Why do you stay so long, my lords of France?
Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones,
Ill-favoredly become the morning field.
Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose
And our air shakes them passing scornfully.
2215Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggared host
And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps.
The horsemen sit like fixèd candlesticks
With torch-staves in their hand, and their poor jades
Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips,
2220The gum down-roping from their pale dead eyes,
And in their pale dull mouths the gemelled bit
Lies foul with chawed grass, still and motionless;
And their executors, the knavish crows,
Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour.
2225Description cannot suit itself in words
To demonstrate the life of such a battle
In life so lifeless as it shows itself.
Constable They have said their prayers, and they stay for death.
2230Dauphin Shall we go send them dinners and fresh suits
And give their fasting horses provender,
And after fight with them?
Constable I stay but for my guard. On to the field;
I will the banner from a trumpet take
2235And use it for my haste. Come, come away.
The sun is high and we outwear the day.
Enter Gloucester, Bedford, Exeter, Erpingham with all his host, Salisbury, and Westmorland.
2240Gloucester Where is the king?
Bedford The king himself is rode to view their battle.
Westmorland Of fighting men they have full threescore thousand.
2245Exeter There's five to one, besides they all are fresh.
Salisbury God's arm strike with us! 'Tis a fearful odds.
God b'wi'you, princes all. I'll to my charge.
If we no more meet till we meet in heaven,
Then joyfully, my noble lord of Bedford,
2250My dear lord Gloucester, and my good lord Exeter,
And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu.
Bedford Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee.
2255Exeter [To Salisbury] Farewell, kind lord. Fight valiantly today.
And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it,
For thou art framed of the firm truth of valor.
[Exit Salisbury.]
Bedford He is as full of valor as of kindness,
Princely in both.
Enter the King.
Oh, that we now had here
2260But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work today.
King Henry
What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmorland? No, my fair cousin,
If we are marked to die, we are enough
2265To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honor.
God's will, I pray thee wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost.
2270It earns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honor,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
2275God's peace, I would not lose so great an honor
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. Oh, do not wish one more.
Rather proclaim it, Westmorland, through my host
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
2280Let him depart. His passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse.
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian.
2285He that outlives this day and comes safe home
Will stand a tiptoe when this day is named
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall see this day and live old age
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors
2290And say, "Tomorrow is Saint Crispian."
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
2295Familiar in his mouth as household words --
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester --
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
This story shall the good man teach his son,
2300And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be rememberèd,
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.
For he today that sheds his blood with me
2305Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition.
And gentlemen in England now abed,
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
2310That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Enter Salisbury.
Salisbury My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed.
The French are bravely in their battles set
And will with all expedience charge on us.
2315King Henry All things are ready if our minds be so.
Westmorland Perish the man whose mind is backward now.
King Henry Thou dost not wish more help from England, coz?
Westmorland God's will, my liege, would you and I alone
2320Without more help could fight this royal battle!
King Henry Why, now thou hast unwished five thousand men,
Which likes me better than to wish us one. --
You know your places. God be with you all.
Tucket. Enter Montjoy.
2325Montjoy Once more I come to know of thee, King Harry,
If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound
Before thy most assurèd overthrow,
For certainly thou art so near the gulf
Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy
2330The constable desires thee thou wilt mind
Thy followers of repentance, that their souls
May make a peaceful and a sweet retire
From off these fields where, wretches, their poor bodies
Must lie and fester.
2335King Henry
Who hath sent thee now?
Montjoy The Constable of France.
King Henry I pray thee bear my former answer back:
Bid them achieve me and then sell my bones.
Good God, why should they mock poor fellows thus?
2340The man that once did sell the lion's skin
While the beast lived, was killed with hunting him.
A many of our bodies shall no doubt
Find native graves, upon the which I trust
Shall witness live in brass of this day's work.
2345And those that leave their valiant bones in France,
Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills,
They shall be famed, for there the sun shall greet them
And draw their honors reeking up to heaven,
Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime,
2350The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France.
Mark then abounding valor in our English,
That being dead, like to the bullets crazing,
Break out into a second course of mischief,
Killing in relapse of mortality.
2355Let me speak proudly: tell the constable
We are but warriors for the working day.
Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirched
With rainy marching in the painful field.
There's not a piece of feather in our host --
2360Good argument, I hope, we will not fly --
And time hath worn us into slovenry.
But by the mass, our hearts are in the trim,
And my poor soldiers tell me yet ere night
They'll be in fresher robes, or they will pluck
2365The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads
And turn them out of service. If they do this,
As, if God please, they shall, my ransom then
Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labor.
2370Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald.
They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints,
Which if they have as I will leave 'em them,
Shall yield them little. Tell the constable.
Montjoy I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well.
2375Thou never shalt hear herald any more.
King Henry I fear thou wilt once more come for a ransom.
Enter York.
York [Kneeling] My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg
2380The leading of the vanguard.
King Henry Take it, brave York. -- Now soldiers, march away,
And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day.
Alarum. Excursions.
2385Enter Pistol, French Soldier, [and] Boy.
Pistol Yield, cur!
French Soldier Je pense que vous êtes le gentilhomme de bon qualité.
Pistol Qualtity? "Calinny custure me!" Art thou a 2390gentleman? What is thy name? Discuss.
French Soldier O Seigneur Dieu!
Pistol O Signieur Dew should be a gentleman. Perpend my words, O Signieur Dew, and mark: O Signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox, except, O Signieur, 2395thou do give to me egregious ransom.
French Soldier Oh, prenez miséricorde! Ayez pitié de moi!
Pistol Moy shall not serve. I will have forty moys, for I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat in drops of crimson blood.
2400French Soldier Est-il impossible d'échapper la force de ton bras?
Pistol Brass, cur? Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat, offer'st me brass?
French Soldier Oh, pardonnez-moi!
Pistol Say'st thou me so? Is that a ton of moys? 2405-- Come hither, boy. Ask me this slave in French what is his name.
Boy Écoutez: comment êtes-vous appellé?
French Soldier Monsieur le Fer.
Boy He says his name is Master Fer.
2410Pistol Master Fer. I'll fer him, and firk him, and ferret him. Discuss the same in French unto him.
Boy I do not know the French for fer and ferret and firk.
Pistol Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat.
2415French Soldier [To Boy] Que dit-il, monsieur?
Boy Il me commande à vous dire que vous faites vous prêt, car ce soldat ici est disposé tout à cette heure de couper votre gorge.
Pistol Owi, cuppe-la gorge, permafoy, peasant, unless 2420thou give me crowns. Brave crowns, or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.
French Soldier Oh, je vous supplie, pour l'amour de Dieu, me pardonner! Je suis le gentilhomme de bonne maison. Gardez ma vie, et je vous donnerai deux cent écus.
2425Pistol What are his words?
Boy He prays you to save his life. He is a gentleman of a good house, and for his ransom he will give you two hundred crowns.
Pistol Tell him my fury shall abate, and I the crowns 2430will take.
French Soldier [To Boy] Petit monsieur, que dit-il?
Boy Encore qu'il est contre son jurement de pardonner aucun prisonnier, néanmoins, pour les écus que vous l'avez promis, il est content à vous donner la liberté, le franchisement.
2435French Soldier [Kneeling to Pistol] Sur mes genoux je vous donne mille remerciements, et je m'estime heureux que je suis tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave, vaillant et très distingué seigneur d'Angleterre.
Pistol Expound unto me, boy.
2440Boy He gives you upon his knees a thousand thanks, and he esteems himself happy that he hath fallen into the hands of one, as he thinks, the most brave, valorous and thrice-worthy seigneur of England.
Pistol As I suck blood, I will some mercy show. 2445Follow me.
Boy Suivez-vous le grand capitaine.
[Exeunt Pistol and French Soldier]
I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart, but the saying is true, "The empty vessel makes the greatest sound." Bardolph and Nym had ten times more 2450valor than this roaring devil i'th'old play, that everyone may pare his nails with a wooden dagger, and they are both hanged; and so would this be if he durst steal anything adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys with the luggage of our camp. The French might 2455have a good prey of us if he knew of it, for there is none to guard it but boys.
Enter Constable, Orléans, Bourbon, Dauphin, and Rambures.
Constable O diable!
2460Orléans O Seigneur! Le jour est perdu, tout est perdu!
Dauphin Mort Dieu! Ma vie! All is confounded, all.
Reproach and everlasting shame sits mocking in our plumes.
A short alarum
O méchante Fortune! Do not run away.
2465Constable Why, all our ranks are broke.
Dauphin Oh, perdurable shame. Let's stab ourselves.
Be these the wretches that we played at dice for?
Orléans Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?
Bourbon Shame and eternal shame, nothing but shame.
2470Let us die. In once more, back again,
And he that will not follow Bourbon now
Let him go hence, and with his cap in hand
Like a base pander, hold the chamber door
Whilst by a slave no gentler than my dog
2475His fairest daughter is contaminated.
Constable Disorder that hath spoiled us, friend us now.
Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.
Orléans We are enough yet living in the field
To smother up the English in our throngs,
2480If any order might be thought upon.
Bourbon The devil take order now. I'll to the throng;
Let life be short, else shame will be too long.
Alarum. Enter the King and his train, with prisoners.
2485King Henry Well have we done, thrice-valiant countrymen,
But all's not done. Yet keep the French the field.
[Enter Exeter.]
Exeter The Duke of York commends him to your majesty.
King Henry Lives he, good uncle? Thrice within this hour
I saw him down, thrice up again and fighting.
2490From helmet to the spur all blood he was.
Exeter In which array, brave soldier, doth he lie,
Larding the plain. And by his bloody side,
Yoke-fellow to his honor-owing wounds,
The noble Earl of Suffolk also lies.
2495Suffolk first died, and York, all haggled over,
Comes to him where in gore he lay insteeped,
And takes him by the beard, kisses the gashes
That bloodily did yawn upon his face.
He cries aloud, "Tarry, my cousin Suffolk.
2500My soul shall thine keep company to heaven.
Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly abreast,
As in this glorious and well-foughten field
We kept together in our chivalry."
Upon these words I came and cheered him up.
2505He smiled me in the face, raught me his hand,
And with a feeble grip says, "Dear my lord,
Commend my service to my sovereign."
So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck
He threw his wounded arm, and kissed his lips,
2510And so espoused to death, with blood he sealed
A testament of noble-ending love.
The pretty and sweet manner of it forced
Those waters from me which I would have stopped,
But I had not so much of man in me,
2515And all my mother came into mine eyes
And gave me up to tears.
King Henry
I blame you not,
For hearing this I must perforce compound
With mixtful eyes, or they will issue too.
2520But hark, what new alarum is this same?
The French have reinforced their scattered men.
Then every soldier kill his prisoners.
Give the word through.
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.
Gower Our king is not like him in that. He never killed 2565any of his friends.
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.
2575Fluellen That is he. I'll tell you, there is good men porn at Monmouth.
Gower Here comes his majesty.
Alarum. Enter King Harry[, Exeter, Warwick, Gloucester, an English herald, and others, with] Bourbon [and other] prisoners. Flourish.
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.
Enter Montjoy.
Exeter Here comes the herald of the French, my liege.
Gloucester His eyes are humbler than they used to be.
King Henry How now, what means this, herald? Know'st 2595thou not
That I have fined these bones of mine for ransom?
Com'st thou again for ransom?
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.
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.
Fluellen By Jeshu, I am your majesty's countryman. I care not who know it; I will confess it to all the 'orld. I need not to be ashamed of your majesty, praised be God, so long as your majesty is an honest man.
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. --
Call yonder fellow hither.
2650Exeter [To Williams] Soldier, you must come to the king.
King Henry Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove in thy cap?
Williams An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of one that I should fight withal, if he be alive.
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.
King Henry What think you, Captain Fluellen? Is it fit this soldier keep his oath?
Fluellen He is a craven and a villain else, an't please 2665your majesty, in my conscience.
King Henry It may be his enemy is a gentleman of great sort, quite from the answer of his degree.
Fluellen Though he be as good a gentleman as the devil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look 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.
King Henry Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meet'st 2675the fellow.
Williams So I will, my liege, as I live.
King Henry Who serv'st thou under?
Williams Under Captain Gower, my liege.
Fluellen Gower is a good captain, and is good 2680knowledge and literatured in the wars.
King Henry Call him hither to me, soldier.
Williams I will, my liege.
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.
King Henry Pray thee, go seek him and bring him to my tent.
Fluellen I will fetch him.
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.
Enter Gower and Williams.
Williams I warrant it is to knight you, captain.
Enter Fluellen.
Fluellen God's will, and his pleasure, captain, I beseech you now come apace to the king. There is more good toward you, peradventure, than is in your knowledge to dream of.
2720Williams [To Fluellen] Sir, know you this glove?
Fluellen Know the glove? I know the glove is a glove.
Williams I know this, and thus I challenge it.
Strikes him.
Fluellen 'Sblood, an arrant traitor as any's in the 2725universal world, or in France, or in England!
Gower How now, sir? [To Williams] You villain!
Williams Do you think I'll be forsworn?
Fluellen Stand away, Captain Gower. I will give treason his payment into plows, I warrant you.
2730Williams I am no traitor.
Fluellen That's a lie in thy throat. [To Gower] I charge you in his majesty's name, apprehend him. He's a friend of the Duke Alençon's.
Enter Warwick and Gloucester.
2735Warwick How now, how now, what's the matter?
Fluellen My lord of Warwick, here is, praised be God for it, a most contagious treason come to light, look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Here is his majesty.
Enter King and Exeter.
2740King Henry How now, what's the matter?
Fluellen My liege, here is a villain and a traitor that, look your grace, has struck the glove which your majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon.
2745Williams My liege, this was my glove -- here is the fellow of it -- and he that I gave it to in change promised to wear it in his cap. I promised to strike him if he did. I met this man with my glove in his cap and I have been as good as my word.
2750Fluellen Your majesty hear now, saving your majesty's manhood, what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lousy knave it is. I hope your majesty is pear me testimony and witness, and will avouchment, that this is the glove of Alençon that your majesty is give me, in your 2755conscience now.
King Henry Give me thy glove, soldier. Look, here is the fellow of it.
'Twas I indeed thou promisèd'st to strike,
And thou hast given me most bitter terms.
2760Fluellen An't please your majesty, let his neck answer for it, if there is any martial law in the world.
King Henry How canst thou make me satisfaction?
Williams All offences, my lord, come from the heart. Never came any from mine that might offend your 2765majesty.
King Henry It was ourself thou didst abuse.
Williams Your majesty came not like yourself. You appeared to me but as a common man -- witness the night, your garments, your lowliness -- and what 2770your highness suffered under that shape, I beseech you take it for your own fault and not mine, for had you been as I took you for, I made no offense. Therefore I beseech your highness pardon me.
King Henry Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns
2775And give it to this fellow. [To Williams] Keep it, fellow,
And wear it for an honor in thy cap
Till I do challenge it. Give him the crowns.
[To Fluellen] And captain, you must needs be friends with him.
Fluellen By this day and this light, the fellow has 2780mettle enough in his belly. -- Hold, there is twelvepence for you, and I pray you to serve God and keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, and dissensions, and I warrant you it is the better for you.
Williams I will none of your money.
2785Fluellen It is with a good will. I can tell you it will serve you to mend your shoes. Come, wherefore should you be so pashful? Your shoes is not so good. 'Tis a good silling, I warrant you, or I will change it.
Enter Herald.
2790King Henry Now, herald, are the dead numbered?
Herald [Presenting a paper] Here is the number of the slaughtered French.
King Henry [To Exeter] What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle?
2795Exeter Charles, Duke of Orléans, nephew to the king;
John, Duke of Bourbon, and Lord Boucicaut.
Of other lords and barons, knights and squires,
Full fifteen hundred, besides common men.
King Henry This note doth tell me of ten thousand French
2800That in the field lie slain. Of princes in this number
And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
One hundred twenty-six. Added to these,
Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen,
Eight thousand and four hundred, of the which
2805Five hundred were but yesterday dubbed knights.
So that in these ten thousand they have lost
There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries.
The rest are princes, barons, lords, knights, squires,
And gentlemen of blood and quality.
2810The names of those their nobles that lie dead:
Charles d'Alberet, High Constable of France,
Jacques of Châtillon, Admiral of France,
The Master of the Crossbows, Lord Rambures,
Great Master of France, the brave Sir Guichard Dauphin;
2815Jean Duke of Alençon, Antony Duke of Brabant,
The brother to the Duke of Burgundy,
And Édouard Duke of Bar. Of lusty earls,
Grandpré and Roucy, Fauquembergues and Foix,
Beaumont and Marle, Vaudémont and Lestrelles.
2820Here was a royal fellowship of death. --
Where is the number of our English dead?
[Takes a paper]
Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk,
Sir Richard Kyghley, Davey Gam, Esquire.
None else of name, and of all other men
2825But five-and-twenty. O God, thy arm was here,
And not to us but to thy arm alone
Ascribe we all. When, without stratagem,
But in plain shock and even play of battle,
2830Was ever known so great and little loss
On one part and on th'other? Take it, God,
For it is none but thine.
'Tis wonderful.
King Henry Come, go we in procession to the village,
2835And be it death proclaimèd through our host
To boast of this, or take that praise from God
Which is his only.
Fluellen Is it not lawful, an't please your majesty, to tell how many is killed?
2840King Henry Yes, captain, but with this acknowledgement:
That God fought for us.
Fluellen Yes, my conscience, he did us great good.
King Henry Do we all holy rites.
Let there be sung Non nobis and Te Deum,
2845The dead with charity enclosed in clay,
And then to Calais, and to England then,
Where ne'er from France arrived more happy men.
Enter Chorus.
Chorus Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story
That I may prompt them; and of such as have,
I humbly pray them to admit th'excuse
Of time, of numbers, and due course of things
2855Which cannot in their huge and proper life
Be here presented. Now we bear the king
Toward Calais; grant him there. There seen,
Heave him away upon your wingèd thoughts
Athwart the sea. Behold, the English beach
2860Pales in the flood with men, wives, and boys,
Whose shouts and claps outvoice the deep-mouthed sea,
Which, like a mighty whiffler 'fore the king,
Seems to prepare his way. So let him land,
And solemnly see him set on to London.
2865So swift a pace hath thought that even now
You may imagine him upon Blackheath,
Where that his lords desire him to have borne
His bruisèd helmet and his bended sword
Before him through the city. He forbids it,
2870Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride,
Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent
Quite from himself to God. But now behold
In the quick forge and working-house of thought
How London doth pour out her citizens.
2875The mayor and all his brethren in best sort,
Like to the senators of th'antique Rome
With the plebeians swarming at their heels,
Go forth and fetch their conqu'ring Caesar in --
As, by a lower but by loving likelihood,
2880Were now the general of our gracious empress
(As in good time he may) from Ireland coming,
Bringing rebellion broachèd on his sword,
How many would the peaceful city quit
To welcome him? Much more, and much more cause,
2885Did they this Harry. Now in London place him,
As yet the lamentation of the French
Invites the king of England's stay at home.
The emperor's coming in behalf of France
To order peace between them, we omit:
2890All the occurrences, whatever chanced,
Till Harry's back return again to France.
There must we bring him, and myself have played
The interim by remembering you 'tis past.
Then brook abridgement, and your eyes advance,
2895After your thoughts, straight back again to France.
Enter Fluellen and Gower.
Gower Nay, that's right. But why wear you your leek today? Saint Davy's day is past.
2900Fluellen There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things. I will tell you ass my friend, Captain Gower. The rascally, scald, beggarly, lousy, pragging knave Pistol, which you and yourself and all the world know to be no petter than a fellow, look you now, of no 2905merits, he is come to me and prings me pread and salt yesterday, look you, and bid me eat my leek. It was in a place where I could not breed no contention with him, but I will be so bold as to wear it in my cap till I see him once again, and then I will tell him a little 2910piece of my desires.
Enter Pistol.
Gower Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock.
Fluellen 'Tis no matter for his swellings nor his 2915turkey-cocks. -- God pless you, Aunchient Pistol, you scurvy lousy knave, God pless you.
Pistol Ha, art thou bedlam? Dost thou thirst, base Trojan, to have me fold up Parca's fatal web? Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek.
2920Fluellen I peseech you heartily, scurvy lousy knave, at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eat, look you, this leek. Because, look you, you do not love it, nor your affections and your appetites and your disgestions does not agree with it, I would desire you 2925to eat it.
Pistol Not for Cadwallader and all his goats.
Fluellen There is one goat for you. Strikes him [with a cudgel] Will you be so good, scald knave, as eat it?
Pistol Base Trojan, thou shalt die.
2930Fluellen You say very true, scald knave, when God's will is. I will desire you to live in the meantime, and eat your victuals. Come, there is sauce for it. [Strikes him] You called me yesterday mountain squire, but I will make you today a squire of low degree. I pray you, fall to. If 2935you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek.
Gower Enough, captain. You have astonished him.
Fluellen I say I will make him eat some part of my leek, or I will peat his pate four days. -- Bite, I pray you. It is good for your green wound and your ploody 2940coxcomb.
Pistol Must I bite?
Fluellen Yes, certainly, and out of doubt and out of question, too, and ambiguities.
Pistol By this leek, I will most horribly revenge -- [Fluellen threatens him.] I 2945eat and eat, I swear.
Fluellen Eat, I pray you. Will you have some more sauce to your leek? There is not enough leek to swear by.
Pistol Quiet thy cudgel! Thou dost see I eat.
Fluellen Much good do you, scald knave, heartily. Nay, 2950pray you throw none away; the skin is good for your broken coxcomb. When you take occasions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you mock at 'em, that is all.
Pistol Good.
Fluellen Ay, leeks is good. Hold you, there is a groat to 2955heal your pate.
[Offers money]
Pistol Me a groat?
Fluellen Yes, verily, and in truth you shall take it, or I have another leek in my pocket which you shall eat.
Pistol I take thy groat in earnest of revenge.
2960Fluellen If I owe you anything, I will pay you in cudgels. You shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels. God b'wi'you, and keep you, and heal your pate.
Pistol All hell shall stir for this.
2965Gower Go, go, you are a counterfeit cowardly knave. Will you mock at an ancient tradition, begun upon an honorable respect, and worn as a memorable trophy of predeceased valor, and dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words? I have seen you gleeking and galling 2970at this gentleman twice or thrice. You thought because he could not speak English in the native garb he could not therefore handle an English cudgel. You find it otherwise, and henceforth let a Welsh correction teach you a good English condition. Fare ye well.
2975Pistol Doth fortune play the hussy with me now? News have I that my Doll is dead i'th'Spital of a malady of France, and there my rendezvous is quite cut off. Old I do wax, and from my weary limbs honor is cudgeled. Well, bawd I'll turn, and something lean to 2980cutpurse of quick hand. To England will I steal, and there I'll steal.
And patches will I get unto these cudgeled scars,
And swear I got them in the Gallia wars.
Enter at one door King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, Warwick, 2985[Westmorland,] and other lords [(Clarence, Gloucester, and Huntingdon)]. At another, Queen Isabeau, the [French] King, [Catherine, Alice,] the Duke of Burgundy, and other French.
King Henry Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met.
Unto our brother France and to our sister,
2990Health and fair time of day. Joy and good wishes
To our most fair and princely cousin Catherine.
And as a branch and member of this royalty,
By whom this great assembly is contrived,
We do salute you, Duke of Burgundy.
2995And princes French, and peers, health to you all.
French King Right joyous are we to behold your face,
Most worthy brother England; fairly met.
So are you, princes English, every one.
Queen Isabeau So happy be the issue, brother England,
3000Of this good day and of this gracious meeting
As we are now glad to behold your eyes --
Your eyes which hitherto have borne in them
Against the French that met them in their bent
The fatal balls of murdering basilisks.
3005The venom of such looks, we fairly hope,
Have lost their quality, and that this day
Shall change all griefs and quarrels into love.
King Henry To cry amen to that, thus we appear.
Queen Isabeau You English princes all, I do salute you.
3010Burgundy My duty to you both, on equal love.
Great kings of France and England, that I have labored
With all my wits, my pains, and strong endeavors,
To bring your most imperial majesties
Unto this bar and royal interview,
3015Your mightiness on both parts best can witness.
Since, then, my office hath so far prevailed
That face to face and royal eye to eye
You have congreeted, let it not disgrace me
If I demand before this royal view
3020What rub or what impediment there is
Why that the naked, poor, and mangled peace,
Dear nurse of arts, plenties, and joyful births,
Should not in this best garden of the world,
Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage?
3025Alas, she hath from France too long been chased,
And all her husbandry doth lie on heaps,
Corrupting in it own fertility.
Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart,
Unprunèd, dies. Her hedges even-pleached,
3030Like prisoners wildly overgrown with hair,
Put forth disordered twigs. Her fallow leas
The darnel, hemlock, and rank fumitory
Doth root upon, while that the colter rusts
That should deracinate such savagery.
3035The even mead that erst brought sweetly forth
The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover,
Wanting the scythe, withal uncorrected, rank,
Conceives by idleness, and nothing teems
But hateful docks, rough thistles, kexes, burrs,
3040Losing both beauty and utility,
And all our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges,
Defective in their natures, grow to wildness.
Even so our houses, and ourselves, and children
Have lost, or do not learn for want of time
3045The sciences that should become our country,
But grow like savages -- as soldiers will
That nothing do but meditate on blood --
To swearing and stern looks, diffused attire,
And everything that seems unnatural.
3050Which to reduce into our former favor,
You are assembled, and my speech entreats
That I may know the let why gentle peace
Should not expel these inconveniences
And bless us with her former qualities.
3055King Henry If, Duke of Burgundy, you would the peace
Whose want gives growth to th'imperfections
Which you have cited, you must buy that peace
With full accord to all our just demands,
Whose tenors and particular effects
3060You have enscheduled briefly in your hands.
Burgundy The king hath heard them, to the which as yet
There is no answer made.
King Henry
Well then, the peace
Which you before so urged lies in his answer.
3065French King I have but with a curselary eye
O'erglanced the articles. Pleaseth your grace
To appoint some of your council presently
To sit with us once more, with better heed
To re-survey them, we will suddenly
3070Pass our accept and peremptory answer.
King Henry Brother, we shall. -- Go, uncle Exeter,
And brother Clarence, and you, brother Gloucester,
Warwick, and Huntingdon, go with the king,
And take with you free power to ratify,
3075Augment, or alter as your wisdoms best
Shall see advantageable for our dignity,
Anything in or out of our demands,
And we'll consign thereto. [To Queen Isabeau] Will you, fair sister,
Go with the princes, or stay here with us?
3080Queen Isabeau Our gracious brother, I will go with them.
Haply a woman's voice may do some good
When articles too nicely urged be stood on.
King Henry Yet leave our cousin Catherine here with us.
She is our capital demand, comprised
3085Within the forerank of our articles.
Queen Isabeau
She hath good leave.
King Henry, Catherine [and Alice].
King Henry
Fair Catherine, and most fair,
Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms
3090Such as will enter at a lady's ear
And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?
Catherine Your majesty shall mock at me. I cannot speak your England.
King Henry Oh, fair Catherine, if you will love me soundly 3095with your French heart, I will be glad to hear you confess it brokenly with your English tongue. Do you like me, Kate?
Catherine Pardonnez-moi, I cannot tell wat is "like me."
King Henry An angel is like you, Kate, and you are like an 3100angel.
Catherine [To Alice] Que dit-il? Que je suis semblable à les anges?
Alice Oui, vraiment, sauf votre grâce, ainsi dit-il.
King Henry I said so, dear Catherine, and I must not blush to affirm it.
3105Catherine O bon Dieu, les langues des hommes sont pleines de tromperies!
King Henry [To Alice] What says she, fair one? That the tongues of men are full of deceits?
Alice Oui, dat de tongues of de mans is be full of 3110deceits. Dat is de princess.
King Henry The princess is the better Englishwoman. I'faith, Kate, my wooing is fit for thy understanding. I am glad thou canst speak no better English, for if thou couldst, thou wouldst find me such a plain king that 3115thou wouldst think I had sold my farm to buy my crown. I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say "I love you." Then if you urge me farther than to say, "Do you in faith?", I wear out my suit. Give me your answer, i'faith do, and so clap hands and a 3120bargain. How say you, lady?
Catherine Sauf votre honneur, me understand well.
King Henry Marry, if you would put me to verses or to dance for your sake, Kate, why you undid me. For the one I have neither words nor measure, and for the other I 3125have no strength in measure, yet a reasonable measure in strength. If I could win a lady at leapfrog, or by vaulting into my saddle with my armor on my back -- under the correction of bragging be it spoken -- I should quickly leap into a wife. Or if I might buffet for my 3130love or bound my horse for her favors, I could lay on like a butcher and sit like a jackanapes, never off. But before God, Kate, I cannot look greenly, nor gasp out my eloquence, nor I have no cunning in protestation, only downright oaths, which I never use till urged, 3135nor never break for urging. If thou canst love a fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth sunburning, that never looks in his glass for love of anything he sees there, let thine eye be thy cook. I speak to thee plain soldier. If thou canst love me for this, 3140take me. If not, to say to thee that I shall die is true, but for thy love, by the Lord, no. Yet I love thee too. And while thou liv'st, dear Kate, take a fellow of plain and uncoined constancy, for he perforce must do thee right, because he hath not the gift to woo in other places. For 3145these fellows of infinite tongue, that can rhyme themselves into ladies' favors, they do always reason themselves out again. What! A speaker is but a prater, a rhyme is but a ballad, a good leg will fall, a straight back will stoop, a black beard will turn white, a curled pate will 3150grow bald, a fair face will wither, a full eye will wax hollow; but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon, or rather the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes, but keeps his course truly. If thou would have such a one, take me. 3155An take me, take a soldier. Take a soldier, take a king. And what say'st thou then to my love? Speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.
Catherine Is it possible dat I sould love de enemy of France?
3160King Henry No, it is not possible you should love the enemy of France, Kate, but in loving me you should love the friend of France, for I love France so well that I will not part with a village of it; I will have it all mine. And Kate, when France is mine and I am yours, then yours 3165is France, and you are mine.
Catherine I cannot tell wat is dat.
King Henry No, Kate? I will tell thee in French, which I am sure will hang upon my tongue like a new-married wife about her husband's neck, hardly to be shook off. 3170Je quand sur le possession de France, et quand vous avez le possession de moi -- let me see, what then? Saint Denis be my speed! -- donc vôtre est France, et vous êtes mienne. It is as easy for me, Kate, to conquer the kingdom as to speak so much more French. I shall never move thee in 3175French unless it be to laugh at me.
Catherine Sauf votre honneur, le français que vous parlez, il est meilleur que l'anglais lequel je parle.
King Henry No, faith, is't not, Kate; but thy speaking of my tongue and I thine, most truly falsely, must 3180needs be granted to be much at one. But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?
Catherine I cannot tell.
King Henry Can any of your neighbors tell, Kate? I'll 3185ask them. Come, I know thou lovest me, and at night when you come into your closet you'll question this gentlewoman about me; and I know, Kate, you will to her dispraise those parts in me that you love with your heart. But good Kate, mock me mercifully, the rather, 3190gentle princess, because I love thee cruelly. If ever thou beest mine, Kate, as I have a saving faith within me tells me thou shalt, I get thee with scambling, and thou must therefore needs prove a good soldier-breeder. Shall not thou and I, between Saint Denis and Saint 3195George, compound a boy, half French, half English, that shall go to Constantinople and take the Turk by the beard? Shall we not? What say'st thou, my fair flower-de-luce?
Catherine I do not know dat.
3200King Henry No, 'tis hereafter to know, but now to promise. Do but now promise, Kate, you will endeavor for your French part of such a boy, and for my English moiety, take the word of a king and a bachelor. How answer you, la plus belle Catherine du monde, mon très cher et divin 3205déesse?
Catherine Your majesty 'ave fausse French enough to deceive de most sage demoiselle dat is en France.
King Henry Now fie upon my false French! By mine honor, in true English, I love thee, Kate; by which honor I dare 3210not swear thou lovest me, yet my blood begins to flatter me that thou dost, notwithstanding the poor and untempering effect of my visage. Now beshrew my father's ambition! He was thinking of civil wars when he got me, therefore was I created with a 3215stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that when I come to woo ladies I fright them. But in faith, Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear. My comfort is that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face. Thou hast me, if thou hast me, at 3220the worst; and thou shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and better. And therefore tell me, most fair Catherine, will you have me? Put off your maiden blushes. Avouch the thoughts of your heart with the looks of an empress. Take me by the hand and say, "Harry of 3225England, I am thine." Which word thou shalt no sooner bless mine ear withal but I will tell thee aloud "England is thine, Ireland is thine, France is thine, and Henry Plantagenet is thine," who, though I speak it before his face, if he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt 3230find the best king of good fellows. Come, your answer in broken music, for thy voice is music and thy English broken. Therefore, queen of all, Catherine, break thy mind to me in broken English: wilt thou have me?
3235Catherine Dat is as it shall please de roi mon père.
King Henry Nay, it will please him well, Kate; it shall please him, Kate.
Catherine Den it sall also content me.
King Henry Upon that I kiss your hand, and I call you my 3240queen.
Catherine Laissez, mon seigneur, laissez, laissez! Ma foi, je ne veux point que vous abaissez votre grandeur en baisant le main d'une de votre seigneurie indigne serviteure. Excusez-moi, je vous supplie, mon très puissant seigneur.
3245King Henry Then I will kiss your lips, Kate.
Catherine Les dames et demoiselles, pour être baisées devant leurs noces, il n'est pas la coutume de France.
King Henry Madam my interpreter, what says she?
Alice Dat it is not be de fashion pour les ladies of 3250France -- I cannot tell wat is baiser en Anglish.
King Henry To kiss.
Alice Your majesty entend bettre que moi.
King Henry It is not a fashion for the maids in France to kiss before they are married, would she say?
3255Alice Oui, vraiment.
King Henry Oh, Kate, nice customs curtsy to great kings. Dear Kate, you and I cannot be confined within the weak list of a country's fashion. We are the makers of manners, Kate, and the liberty that follows 3260our places stops the mouth of all find-faults, as I will do yours for upholding the nice fashion of your country in denying me a kiss, therefore patiently, and yielding -- [Kisses her] You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate. There is more eloquence in a sugar touch of 3265them than in the tongues of the French council, and they should sooner persuade Harry of England than a general petition of monarchs. Here comes your father.
Enter the French power [(French King, Queen Isabeau, Burgundy),] and the English 3270lords[, including Exeter and Westmorland].
Burgundy God save your majesty. My royal cousin, teach you our princess English?
King Henry I would have her learn, my fair cousin, how perfectly I love her, and that is good English.
3275Burgundy Is she not apt?
King Henry Our tongue is rough, coz, and my condition is not smooth, so that having neither the voice nor the heart of flattery about me, I cannot so conjure up the spirit of love in her that he will appear in his true 3280likeness.
Burgundy Pardon the frankness of my mirth if I answer you for that. If you would conjure in her, you must make a circle. If conjure up love in her in his true likeness, he must appear naked and blind. Can you 3285blame her then, being a maid yet rosed over with the virgin crimson of modesty, if she deny the appearance of a naked blind boy in her naked seeing self? It were, my lord, a hard condition for a maid to consign to.
3290King Henry Yet they do wink and yield, as love is blind and enforces.
Burgundy They are then excused, my lord, when they see not what they do.
King Henry Then good my lord, teach your cousin to 3295consent winking.
Burgundy I will wink on her to consent, my lord, if you will teach her to know my meaning. For maids well summered and warm kept are like flies at Bartholomew-tide, blind, though they have their eyes, and then 3300they will endure handling, which before would not abide looking on.
King Henry This moral ties me over to time and a hot summer, and so I shall catch the fly, your cousin, in the latter end, and she must be blind too.
3305Burgundy As love is, my lord, before it loves.
King Henry It is so. And you may, some of you, thank love for my blindness, who cannot see many a fair French city for one fair French maid that stands in my way.
3310French King Yes, my lord, you see them perspectively, the cities turned into a maid, for they are all girdled with maiden walls that no war hath entered.
King Henry Shall Kate be my wife?
3315French King So please you.
King Henry I am content, so the maiden cities you talk of may wait on her. So the maid that stood in the way for my wish shall show me the way to my will.
3320French King We have consented to all terms of reason.
King Henry Is't so, my lords of England?
Westmorland The king hath granted every article:
His daughter first, and in sequel, all,
3325According to their firm proposèd natures.
Exeter Only he hath not yet subscribèd this:
where your majesty demands that the king of France, having any occasion to write for matter of grant, shall name your highness in this form and with this 3330addition, in French: Notre très cher fils Henri, Roi d'Angleterre, héritier de France; and thus in Latin: Praecarissimus filius noster Henricus, Rex Angliae et Haeres Franciae.
French King Nor this I have not, brother, so denied
But your request shall make me let it pass.
3335King Henry I pray you then in love and dear alliance,
Let that one article rank with the rest,
And thereupon give me your daughter.
French King Take her, fair son, and from her blood raise up
Issue to me, that the contending kingdoms
3340Of France and England, whose very shores look pale
With envy of each other's happiness,
May cease their hatred, and this dear conjunction
Plant neighborhood and Christian-like accord
In their sweet bosoms, that never war advance
3345His bleeding sword 'twixt England and fair France.
Lords Amen.
King Henry Now welcome, Kate, and bear me witness all
That here I kiss her as my sovereign queen.
3350Queen Isabeau God, the best maker of all marriages,
Combine your hearts in one, your realms in one.
As man and wife, being two, are one in love,
So be there 'twixt your kingdoms such a spousal
That never may ill office or fell jealousy,
3355Which troubles oft the bed of blessèd marriage,
Thrust in between the paction of these kingdoms
To make divorce of their incorporate league,
That English may as French, French Englishmen,
Receive each other. God speak this amen.
3360All Amen.
King Henry Prepare we for our marriage; on which day,
My lord of Burgundy, we'll take your oath,
And all the peers', for surety of our leagues.
Then shall I swear to Kate, and you to me,
3365And may our oaths well kept and prosp'rous be.
Sennet. Exeunt.
Enter Chorus.
Chorus Thus far, with rough and all-unable pen,
Our bending author hath pursued the story,
3370In little room confining mighty men,
Mangling by starts the full course of their glory.
Small time, but in that small most greatly lived
This star of England. Fortune made his sword,
By which the world's best garden he achieved,
3375And of it left his son imperial lord.
Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crowned King
Of France and England, did this king succeed,
Whose state so many had the managing
That they lost France and made his England bleed,
3380Which oft our stage hath shown; and for their sake,
In your fair minds let this acceptance take.