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  • Title: Henry V (Quarto 1, 1600)
  • Editor: James Mardock
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-409-7

    Copyright James Mardock. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: James Mardock
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    Henry V (Quarto 1, 1600)

    of Henry the fift

    You shall finde our King is come after Alexander.
    God knowes, and you know, that Alexander in his
    Bowles, and his alles, and his wrath, and his displeasures,
    And indignations, was kill his friend Clitus.
    Gower. I but our King is not like him in that,
    For he neuer killd any of his friends.
    Flew. Looke you, tis not well done to take the tale out
    Of a mans mouth, ere it is made an end and finished:
    I speake in the comparisons, as Alexander is kill
    His friend Clitus: so our King being in his ripe
    2570Wits and iudgements, is turne away, the fat knite
    With the great belly doublet: I am forget his name.
    Gower. Sir Iohn Falstaffe.
    2575Flew. I, I thinke it is Sir Iohn Falstaffe indeed,
    2575I can tell you, theres good men borne at Monmorth.
    Enter King and the Lords.
    2580King. I was not angry since I came into France,
    Vntill this houre.
    Take a trumpet Herauld,
    And ride vnto the horsmen on yon hill:
    If they will fight with vs bid them come downe,
    Or leaue the field, they do offend our sight:
    2585Will they do neither, we will come to them,
    And make them skyr away, as fast
    As stones enforst from the old Assirian slings.
    Besides, weele cut the throats of those we haue,
    And not one aliue shall taste our mercy.
    Enter the Herauld.
    Gods will what meanes this? knowst thou not
    That we haue fined these bones of ours for ransome?
    Herald. I come great king for charitable fauour,
    To sort our Nobles from our common men,
    2602.1We may haue leaue to bury all our dead,
    Which in the field lye spoyled and troden on.
    Kin. I tell thee truly Herauld, I do not know whether