2714Will. I warrant it is to Knight you, Captaine.

2716Flu. Gods will, and his pleasure, Captaine, I beseech

2717you now, come apace to the King: there is more good

2718toward you peraduenture, then is in your knowledge to

2719dreame of.

2720Will. Sir, know you this Gloue?

2721Flu. Know the Gloue? I know the Gloue is a Gloue.

2722Will. I know this, and thus I challenge it.

2724Flu. 'Sblud, an arrant Traytor as anyes in the Vniuer-

2725sall World, or in France, or in England.

2726Gower. How now Sir? you Villaine.

2727Will. Doe you thinke Ile be forsworne?

2728Flu. Stand away Captaine Gower, I will giue Treason

2729his payment into plowes, I warrant you.

2730Will. I am no Traytor.

2731Flu. That's a Lye in thy Throat. I charge you in his

2732Maiesties Name apprehend him, he's a friend of the Duke

2733Alansons.

2735Warw. How now, how now, what's the matter?

2736Flu. My Lord of Warwick, heere is, praysed be God

2737for it, a most contagious Treason come to light, looke

2738you, as you shall desire in a Summers day. Heere is his

2740King. How now, what's the matter?

2741Flu. My Liege, heere is a Villaine, and a Traytor,

2742that looke your Grace, ha's strooke the Gloue which

2743your Maiestie is take out of the Helmet of Alan-

2744son.

2745Will. My Liege, this was my Gloue, here is the fellow

2746of it: and he that I gaue it to in change, promis'd to weare

2747it in his Cappe: I promis'd to strike him, if he did: I met

2748this man with my Gloue in his Cappe, and I haue been as

2749good as my word.

2750Flu. Your Maiestie heare now, sauing your Maiesties

2751Manhood, what an arrant rascally, beggerly, lowsie

2752Knaue it is: I hope your Maiestie is peare me testimonie

2753and witnesse, and will auouchment, that this is the Gloue

2754of Alanson, that your Maiestie is giue me, in your Con-

2755science now.

2756King. Giue me thy Gloue Souldier;

2757Looke, heere is the fellow of it:

2758'Twas I indeed thou promised'st to strike,

2759And thou hast giuen me most bitter termes.

2760Flu. And please your Maiestie, let his Neck answere

2761for it, if there is any Marshall Law in the World.

2762King. How canst thou make me satisfaction?

2763Will. All offences, my Lord, come from the heart: ne-

2764uer came any from mine, that might offend your Ma-

2765iestie.

2766King. It was our selfe thou didst abuse.

2767Will. Your Maiestie came not like your selfe: you

2768appear'd to me but as a common man; witnesse the

2769Night, your Garments, your Lowlinesse: and what

2770your Highnesse suffer'd vnder that shape, I beseech you

2771take it for your owne fault, and not mine: for had you

2772beene as I tooke you for, I made no offence; therefore I

2773beseech your Highnesse pardon me.

2774King. Here Vnckle Exeter, fill this Gloue with Crownes,

2775And giue it to this fellow. Keepe it fellow,

2776And weare it for an Honor in thy Cappe,

2777Till I doe challenge it. Giue him the Crownes:

2778And Captaine, you must needs be friends with him.

2779Flu. By this Day and this Light, the fellow ha's met-

2780tell enough in his belly: Hold, there is twelue-pence for

2781you, and I pray you to serue God, and keepe you out of

2782prawles and prabbles, and quarrels and dissentions, and I

2783warrant you it is the better for you.

2784Will. I will none of your Money.

2785Flu. It is with a good will: I can tell you it will serue

2786you to mend your shooes: come, wherefore should you

2787be so pashfull, your shooes is not so good: 'tis a good

2788silling I warrant you, or I will change it.

2790King. Now Herauld, are the dead numbred?

2791Herald. Heere is the number of the slaught'red

2792French.

2793King. What Prisoners of good sort are taken,

2794Vnckle?

2795Exe. Charles Duke of Orleance, Nephew to the King,

2796Iohn Duke of Burbon, and Lord Bouchiquald:

2797Of other Lords and Barons, Knights and Squires,

2798Full fifteene hundred, besides common men.

2799King. This Note doth tell me of ten thousand French

2800That in the field lye slaine: of Princes in this number,

2801And Nobles bearing Banners, there lye dead

2802One hundred twentie six: added to these,

2803Of Knights, Esquires, and gallant Gentlemen,

2804Eight thousand and foure hundred: of the which,

2805Fiue hundred were but yesterday dubb'd Knights.

2806So that in these ten thousand they haue lost,

2807There are but sixteene hundred Mercenaries:

2808The rest are Princes, Barons, Lords, Knights, Squires,

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.