2809And Gentlemen of bloud and qualitie.

2810The Names of those their Nobles that lye dead:

2811Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France,

2812Iaques of Chatilion, Admirall of France,

2813The Master of the Crosse-bowes, Lord Rambures,

2814Great Master of France, the braue Sir Guichard Dolphin,

2815Iohn Duke of Alanson, Anthonie Duke of Brabant,

2816The Brother to the Duke of Burgundie,

2817And Edward Duke of Barr: of lustie Earles,

2818Grandpree and Roussie, Fauconbridge and Foyes,

2819Beaumont and Marle, Vandemont and Lestrale.

2820Here was a Royall fellowship of death.

2821Where is the number of our English dead?

2822Edward the Duke of Yorke, the Earle of Suffolke,

2823Sir Richard Ketly, Dauy Gam Esquire;

2824None else of name: and of all other men,

2825But fiue and twentie.

2826 O God, thy Arme was heere:

2827And not to vs, but to thy Arme alone,

2828Ascribe we all: when, without stratagem,

2829But in plaine shock, and euen play of Battaile,

2830Was euer knowne so great and little losse?

2831On one part and on th'other, take it God,

2832For it is none but thine.

2833Exet. 'Tis wonderfull.

2834King. Come, goe we in procession to the Village:

2835And be it death proclaymed through our Hoast,

2836To boast of this, or take that prayse from God,

2837Which is his onely.

2838Flu. Is it not lawfull and please your Maiestie, to tell

2839how many is kill'd?

2840King. Yes Captaine: but with this acknowledgement,

2841That God fought for vs.

2842Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did vs great good.

2843King. Doe we all holy Rights:

2844Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum,

2845The dead with charitie enclos'd in Clay:

2846And then to Callice, and to England then,

2847Where ne're from France arriu'd more happy men.

2851Vouchsafe to those that haue not read the Story,

2852That I may prompt them: and of such as haue,

2853I humbly pray them to admit th'excuse

2854Of time, of numbers, and due course of things,

2855Which cannot in their huge and proper life,

2856Be here presented. Now we beare the King

2857Toward Callice: Graunt him there; there seene,

2858Heaue him away vpon your winged thoughts,

2859Athwart the Sea: Behold the English beach

2860Pales in the flood; with Men, Wiues, and Boyes,

2861Whose shouts & claps out-voyce the deep-mouth'd Sea,

2862Which like a mightie Whiffler 'fore the King,

2863Seemes to prepare his way: So let him land,

2864And solemnly see him set on to London.

2865So swift a pace hath Thought, that euen now

2866You may imagine him vpon Black-Heath:

2867Where, that his Lords desire him, to haue borne

2868His bruised Helmet, and his bended Sword

2869Before him, through the Citie: he forbids it,

2870Being free from vain-nesse, and selfe-glorious pride;

2871Giuing full Trophee, Signall, and Ostent,

2872Quite from himselfe, to God. But now behold,

2873In the quick Forge and working-house of Thought,

2874How London doth powre out her Citizens,

2875The Maior and all his Brethren in best sort,

2876Like to the Senatours of th'antique Rome,

2877With the Plebeians swarming at their heeles,

2878Goe forth and fetch their Conqu'ring Caesar in:

2879As by a lower, but by louing likelyhood,

2880Were now the Generall of our gracious Empresse,

2881As in good time he may, from Ireland comming,

2882Bringing Rebellion broached on his Sword;

2883How many would the peacefull Citie quit,

2884To welcome him? much more, and much more cause,

2885Did they this Harry. Now in London place him.

2886As yet the lamentation of the French

2887Inuites the King of Englands stay at home:

2888The Emperour's comming in behalfe of France,

2889To order peace betweene them: and omit

2890All the occurrences, what euer chanc't,

2891Till Harryes backe returne againe to France:

2892There must we bring him; and my selfe haue play'd

2893The interim, by remembring you 'tis past.

2894Then brooke abridgement, and your eyes aduance,

2895After your thoughts, straight backe againe to France.

2898Gower. Nay, that's right: but why weare you your

2899Leeke to day? S. Dauies day is past.

2900Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore

2901in all things: I will tell you asse my friend, Captaine

2902Gower; the rascally, scauld, beggerly, lowsie, pragging

2903Knaue Pistoll, which you and your selfe, and all the World,

2904know to be no petter then a fellow, looke you now, of no

2905merits: hee is come to me, and prings me pread and

2906sault yesterday, looke you, and bid me eate my Leeke:

2907it was in a place where I could not breed no contention

2908with him; but I will be so bold as to weare it in my Cap

2909till I see him once againe, and then I will tell him a little

2910piece of my desires.

2912Gower. Why heere hee comes, swelling like a Turky-

2913cock.

2914Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his Turky-

2915cocks. God plesse you aunchient Pistoll: you scuruie low-

2916sie Knaue, God plesse you.

2917Pist. Ha, art thou bedlam? doest thou thirst, base

2918Troian, to haue me fold vp Parcas fatall Web? Hence;

2919I am qualmish at the smell of Leeke.

2920Flu. I peseech you heartily, scuruie lowsie Knaue, at

2921my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eate,

2922looke you, this Leeke; because, looke you, you doe not

2923loue it, nor your affections, and your appetites and your

2924disgestions doo's not agree with it, I would desire you

2925to eate it.

2926Pist. Not for Cadwallader and all his Goats.

2927Flu. There is one Goat for you. Strikes him.

2928Will you be so good, scauld Knaue, as eate it?

2929Pist. Base Troian, thou shalt dye.

2930Flu. You say very true, scauld Knaue, when Gods

2931will is: I will desire you to liue in the meane time, and

2932eate your Victuals: come, there is sawce for it. You

2933call'd me yesterday Mountaine-Squier, but I will make