2296Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,

2297Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,

2298Be in their flowing Cups freshly remembred.

2299This story shall the good man teach his sonne:

2300And Crispine Crispian shall ne're goe by,

2301From this day to the ending of the World,

2302But we in it shall be remembred;

2303We few, we happy few, we band of brothers:

2304For he to day that sheds his blood with me,

2305Shall be my brother: be he ne're so vile,

2306This day shall gentle his Condition.

2307And Gentlemen in England, now a bed,

2308Shall thinke themselues accurst they were not here;

2309And hold their Manhoods cheape, whiles any speakes,

2310That fought with vs vpon Saint Crispines day.

2312Sal. My Soueraign Lord, bestow your selfe with speed:

2313The French are brauely in their battailes set,

2314And will with all expedience charge on vs.

2315King. All things are ready, if our minds be so.

2316West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward now.

2317King. Thou do'st not wish more helpe from England,

2318Couze?

2319West. Gods will, my Liege, would you and I alone,

2320Without more helpe, could fight this Royall battaile.

2321King. Why now thou hast vnwisht fiue thousand men:

2322Which likes me better, then to wish vs one.

2323You know your places: God be with you all.

2325Mont. Once more I come to know of thee King Harry,

2326If for thy Ransome thou wilt now compound,

2327Before thy most assured Ouerthrow:

2328For certainly, thou art so neere the Gulfe,

2329Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy

2330The Constable desires thee, thou wilt mind

2331Thy followers of Repentance; that their Soules

2332May make a peacefull and a sweet retyre

2333From off these fields: where (wretches) their poore bodies

2334Must lye and fester.

2335King. Who hath sent thee now?

2336Mont. The Constable of France.

2337King. I pray thee beare my former Answer back:

2338Bid them atchieue me, and then sell my bones.

2339Good God, why should they mock poore fellowes thus?

2340The man that once did sell the Lyons skin

2341While the beast liu'd, was kill'd with hunting him.

2342A many of our bodyes shall no doubt

2343Find Natiue Graues: vpon the which, I trust

2344Shall witnesse liue in Brasse of this dayes worke.

2345And those that leaue their valiant bones in France,

2346Dying like men, though buryed in your Dunghills,

2347They shall be fam'd: for there the Sun shall greet them,

2348And draw their honors reeking vp to Heauen,

2349Leauing their earthly parts to choake your Clyme,

2350The smell whereof shall breed a Plague in France.

2351Marke then abounding valour in our English:

2352That being dead, like to the bullets crasing,

2353Breake out into a second course of mischiefe,

2354Killing in relapse of Mortalitie.

2355Let me speake prowdly: Tell the Constable,

2356We are but Warriors for the working day:

2357Our Gaynesse and our Gilt are all besmyrcht

2358With raynie Marching in the painefull field.

2359There's not a piece of feather in our Hoast:

2360Good argument (I hope) we will not flye:

2361And time hath worne vs into slouenrie.

2362But by the Masse, our hearts are in the trim:

2363And my poore Souldiers tell me, yet ere Night,

2364They'le be in fresher Robes, or they will pluck

2365The gay new Coats o're the French Souldiers heads,

2366And turne them out of seruice. If they doe this,

2367As if God please, they shall; my Ransome then

2368Will soone be leuyed.

2369Herauld, saue thou thy labour:

2370Come thou no more for Ransome, gentle Herauld,

2371They shall haue none, I sweare, but these my ioynts:

2372Which if they haue, as I will leaue vm them,

2373Shall yeeld them little, tell the Constable.

2374Mont. I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well:

2375Thou neuer shalt heare Herauld any more. Exit.

2376King. I feare thou wilt once more come againe for a

2377Ransome.

2379Yorke. My Lord, most humbly on my knee I begge

2380The leading of the Vaward.

2381King. Take it, braue Yorke.

2382Now Souldiers march away,

2383And how thou pleasest God, dispose the day. Exeunt.

2386Pist. Yeeld Curre.

2387French. Ie pense que vous estes le Gentilhome de bon qua-

2388litee.

2389Pist. Qualtitie calmie custure me. Art thou a Gentle-

2390man? What is thy Name? discusse.

2391French. O Seigneur Dieu.

2392Pist. O Signieur Dewe should be a Gentleman: per-

2393pend my words O Signieur Dewe, and marke: O Signieur

2394Dewe, thou dyest on point of Fox, except O Signieur

2395thou doe giue to me egregious Ransome.

2396French. O prennes miserecordie aye pitez de moy.

2397Pist. Moy shall not serue, I will haue fortie Moyes: for

2398I will fetch thy rymme out at thy Throat, in droppes of

2399Crimson blood.

2400French. Est il impossible d' eschapper le force de ton bras.

2401Pist. Brasse, Curre? thou damned and luxurious Moun-

2402taine Goat, offer'st me Brasse?

2403French. O perdonne moy.

2404Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a Tonne of Moyes?

2405Come hither boy, aske me this slaue in French what is his

2406Name.

2407Boy. Escoute comment estes vous appelle?

2408French. Mounsieur le Fer.

2409Boy. He sayes his Name is M. Fer.

2410Pist. M. Fer: Ile fer him, and firke him, and ferret him:

2411discusse the same in French vnto him.

2412Boy. I doe not know the French for fer, and ferret, and

2413firke.

2414Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat.

2415French. Que dit il Mounsieur?

2416Boy. Il me commande a vous dire que vous faite vous

2417prest, car ce soldat icy est disposee tout asture de couppes vostre

2418gorge.

2419Pist. Owy, cuppele gorge permafoy pesant, vnlesse

2420thou giue me Crownes, braue Crownes; or mangled shalt

2421thou be by this my Sword.

2422French. O Ie vous supplie pour l'amour de Dieu: ma par-

2423donner, Ie suis le Gentilhome de bon maison, garde ma vie, & Ie

2424vous donneray deux cent escus.

2425Pist. What are his words?