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  • Title: Henry V (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: James Mardock
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-409-7

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: James Mardock
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    Henry V (Folio 1, 1623)

    The Life of Henry the Fift.
    porne: I tell you Captaine, if you looke in the Maps of
    the Orld, I warrant you sall finde in the comparisons be-
    2550tweene Macedon & Monmouth, that the situations looke
    you, is both alike. There is a Riuer in Macedon, & there
    is also moreouer a Riuer at Monmouth, it is call'd Wye at
    Monmouth: but it is out of my praines, what is the name
    of the other Riuer: but 'tis all one, tis alike as my fingers
    2555is to my fingers, and there is Salmons in both. If you
    marke Alexanders life well, Harry of Monmouthes life is
    come after it indifferent well, for there is figures in all
    things. Alexander God knowes, and you know, in his
    rages, and his furies, and his wraths, and his chollers, and
    2560his moodes, and his displeasures, and his indignations,
    and also being a little intoxicates in his praines, did in
    his Ales and his angers (looke you) kill his best friend
    Gow. Our King is not like him in that, he neuer kill'd
    2565any of his friends.
    Flu. It is not well done (marke 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
    kild his friend Clytus, being in his Ales and his Cuppes; so
    2570also Harry Monmouth being in his right wittes, and his
    good iudgements, turn'd away the fat Knight with the
    great-belly doublet: he was full of iests, and gypes, and
    knaueries, and mockes, I haue forgot his name.
    Gow. Sir Iohn Falstaffe.
    2575Flu. That is he: Ile tell you, there is good men porne
    at Monmouth.
    Gow. Heere comes his Maiesty.

    Alarum. Enter King Harry and Burbon
    with prisoners.

    2580King. I was not angry since I came to France,
    Vntill this instant. Take a Trumpet Herald,
    Ride thou vnto the Horsemen on yond hill:
    If they will fight with vs, bid them come downe,
    Or voyde the field: they do offend our sight.
    2585If they'l do neither, we will come to them,
    And make them sker away, as swift as stones
    Enforced from the old Assyrian slings:
    Besides, wee'l cut the throats of those we haue,
    And not a man of them that we shall take,
    2590Shall taste our mercy. Go and tell them so.
    Enter Montioy.
    Exe. Here comes the Herald of the French, my Liege
    Glou. His eyes are humbler then they vs'd to be.
    King. How now, what meanes this Herald? Knowst
    2595thou not,
    That I haue fin'd these bones of mine for ransome?
    Com'st thou againe for ransome?
    Her. No great King:
    I come to thee for charitable License,
    2600That we may wander ore this bloody field,
    To booke our dead, and then to bury them,
    To sort our Nobles from our common men.
    For many of our Princes (woe the while)
    Lye drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood:
    2605So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbes
    In blood of Princes, and with wounded steeds
    Fret fet-locke deepe in gore, and with wilde rage
    Yerke out their armed heeles at their dead masters,
    Killing them twice. O giue vs leaue great King,
    2610To view the field in safety, and dispose
    Of their dead bodies.

    Kin. I tell thee truly Herald,
    I know not if the day be ours or no,
    For yet a many of your horsemen peere,
    2615And gallop ore the field.
    Her. The day is yours.
    Kin. Praised be God, and not our strength for it:
    What is this Castle call'd that stands hard by.
    Her. They call it Agincourt.
    2620King. Then call we this the field of Agincourt,
    Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.
    Flu. Your Grandfather of famous memory (an't please
    your Maiesty) and your great Vncle Edward the Placke
    Prince of Wales, as I haue read in the Chronicles, fought
    2625a most praue pattle here in France.
    Kin. They did Fluellen.
    Flu. Your Maiesty sayes very true: If your Maiesties
    is remembred of it, the Welchmen did good seruice in a
    Garden where Leekes did grow, wearing Leekes in their
    2630Monmouth caps, which your Maiesty know to this houre
    is an honourable badge of the seruice: And I do beleeue
    your Maiesty takes no scorne to weare the Leeke vppon
    S. Tauies day.
    King. I weare it for a memorable honor:
    2635For I am Welch you know good Countriman.
    Flu. All the water in Wye, cannot wash your Maie-
    sties Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that:
    God plesse it, and preserue it, as long as it pleases his
    Grace, and his Maiesty too.
    2640Kin. Thankes good my Countrymen.
    Flu. By Ieshu, I am your Maiesties Countreyman, I
    care not who know it: I will confesse it to all the Orld, I
    need not to be ashamed of your Maiesty, praised be God
    so long as your Maiesty is an honest man.
    2645King. Good keepe me so.
    Enter Williams.
    Our Heralds go with him,
    Bring me iust notice of the numbers dead
    On both our parts. Call yonder fellow hither.
    2650Exe. Souldier, you must come to the King.
    Kin. Souldier, why wear'st thou that Gloue in thy
    Will. And't please your Maiesty, tis the gage of one
    that I should fight withall, if he be aliue.
    2655Kin. An Englishman?
    Wil. And't please your Maiesty, a Rascall that swag-
    ger'd with me last night: who if aliue, and euer dare to
    challenge this Gloue, I haue sworne to take him a boxe
    a'th ere: or if I can see my Gloue in his cappe, which he
    2660swore as he was a Souldier he would weare (if aliue) I wil
    strike it out soundly.
    Kin. What thinke you Captaine Fluellen, is it fit this
    souldier keepe his oath.
    Flu. Hee is a Crauen and a Villaine else, and't please
    2665your Maiesty in my conscience.
    King. It may bee, his enemy is a Gentleman of great
    sort quite from the answer of his degree.
    Flu. Though he be as good a Ientleman as the diuel is,
    as Lucifer and Belzebub himselfe, it is necessary (looke
    2670your Grace) that he keepe his vow and his oath: If hee
    bee periur'd (see you now) his reputation is as arrant a
    villaine and a Iacke sawce, as euer his blacke shoo trodd
    vpon Gods ground, and his earth, in my conscience law
    King. Then keepe thy vow sirrah, when thou meet'st
    2675the fellow.
    Wil. So, I wil my Liege, as I liue.
    King. Who seru'st thou vnder?