2426Boy. He prayes you to saue his life, he is a Gentleman

2427of a good house, and for his ransom he will giue you two

2428hundred Crownes.

2429Pist. Tell him my fury shall abate, and I the Crownes

2430will take.

2431Fren. Petit Monsieur que dit il?

2432Boy. Encore qu'il et contra son Iurement, de pardonner au-

2433cune prisonner: neant-mons pour les escues que vous layt a pro-

2434mets, il est content a vous donnes le liberte le franchisement.

2435Fre. Sur mes genoux se vous donnes milles remercious, et

2436Ie me estime heurex que Ie intombe, entre les main d'vn Che-

2437ualier Ie peuse le plus braue valiant et tres distinie signieur

2438d'Angleterre.

2439Pist. Expound vnto me boy.

2440Boy. He giues you vpon his knees a thousand thanks,

2441and he esteemes himselfe happy, that he hath falne into

2442the hands of one (as he thinkes) the most braue, valorous

2443and thrice-worthy signeur of England.

2444Pist. As I sucke blood, I will some mercy shew. Fol-

2445low mee.

2446Boy. Saaue vous le grand Capitaine?

2447I did neuer know so full a voyce issue from so emptie a

2448heart: but the saying is true, The empty vessel makes the

2449greatest sound, Bardolfe and Nym had tenne times more

2450valour, then this roaring diuell i'th olde play, that euerie

2451one may payre his nayles with a woodden dagger, and

2452they are both hang'd, and so would this be, if hee durst

2453steale any thing aduenturously. I must stay with the

2454Lackies with the luggage of our camp, the French might

2455haue a good pray of vs, if he knew of it, for there is none

2456to guard it but boyes. Exit.

2459Con. O Diable.

2460Orl. O signeur le iour et perdia, toute et perdie.

2461Dol. Mor Dieu ma vie, all is confounded all,

2462Reproach, and euerlasting shame

2463Sits mocking in our Plumes. A short Alarum.

2464O meschante Fortune, do not runne away.

2465Con. Why all our rankes are broke.

2466Dol, O perdurable shame, let's stab our selues:

2467Be these the wretches that we plaid at dice for?

2468Orl. Is this the King we sent too, for his ransome?

2469Bur. Shame, and eternall shame, nothing but shame,

2470Let vs dye in once more backe againe,

2471And he that will not follow Burbon now,

2472Let him go hence, and with his cap in hand

2473Like a base Pander hold the Chamber doore,

2474Whilst a base slaue, no gentler then my dogge,

2475His fairest daughter is contaminated.

2476Con. Disorder that hath spoyl'd vs, friend vs now,

2477Let vs on heapes go offer vp our liues.

2478Orl. We are enow yet liuing in the Field,

2479To smother vp the English in our throngs,

2480If any order might be thought vpon.

2481Bur. The diuell take Order now, Ile to the throng;

2482Let life be short, else shame will be too long. Exit.

2485King. Well haue we done, thrice-valiant Countrimen,

2486But all's not done, yet keepe the French the field.

2487Exe. The D. of Y ork commends him to your Maiesty

2488King. Liues he good Vnckle: thrice within this houre

2489I saw him downe; thrice vp againe, and fighting,

2490From Helmet to the spurre, all blood he was.

2491Exe. In which array (braue Soldier) doth he lye,

2492Larding the plaine: and by his bloody side,

2493(Yoake-fellow to his honour-owing-wounds)

2494The Noble Earle of Suffolke also lyes.

2495Suffolke first dyed, and Yorke all hagled ouer

2496Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteeped,

2497And takes him by the Beard, kisses the gashes

2498That bloodily did yawne vpon his face.

2499He cryes aloud; Tarry my Cosin Suffolke,

2500My soule shall thine keepe company to heauen:

2501Tarry (sweet soule) for mine, then flye a-brest:

2502As in this glorious and well-foughten field

2503We kept together in our Chiualrie.

2504Vpon these words I came, and cheer'd him vp,

2505He smil'd me in the face, raught me his hand,

2506And with a feeble gripe, sayes: Deere my Lord,

2507Commend my seruice to my Soueraigne,

2508So did he turne, and ouer Suffolkes necke

2509He threw his wounded arme, and kist his lippes,

2510And so espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd

2511A Testament of Noble-ending-loue:

2512The prettie and sweet manner of it forc'd

2513Those waters from me, which I would haue stop'd,

2514But I had not so much of man in mee,

2515And all my mother came into mine eyes,

2516And gaue me vp to teares.

2517King. I blame you not,

2518For hearing this, I must perforce compound

2519With mixtfull eyes, or they will issue to. Alarum

2520But hearke, what new alarum is this same?

2521The French haue re-enforc'd their scatter'd men:

2522Then euery souldiour kill his Prisoners,

2523Giue the word through. Exit

2526Flu. Kill the poyes and the luggage, 'Tis expressely

2527against the Law of Armes, tis as arrant a peece of knaue-

2528ry marke you now, as can bee offert in your Conscience

2529now, is it not?

2530Gow. Tis certaine, there's not a boy left aliue, and the

2531Cowardly Rascalls that ranne from the battaile ha' done

2532this slaughter: besides they haue burned and carried a-

2533way all that was in the Kings Tent, wherefore the King

2534most worthily hath caus'd euery soldiour to cut his pri-

2535soners throat. O 'tis a gallant King.

2536Flu. I, hee was porne at Monmouth Captaine Gower:

2537What call you the Townes name where Alexander the

2538pig was borne?

2539Gow. Alexander the Great.

2540Flu. Why I pray you, is not pig, great? The pig, or

2541the grear, or the mighty, or the huge, or the magnani-

2542mous, are all one reckonings, saue the phrase is a litle va-

2543riations.

2544Gower. I thinke Alexander the Great was borne in

2545Macedon, his Father was called Phillip of Macedon, as I

2546take it.

2547Fln. I thinke it is in Macedon where Alexander is