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  • Title: Henry V (Modern, Folio)
  • Editor: James D. Mardock
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-409-7

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: James D. Mardock
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    Henry V (Modern, Folio)

    Enter the King, Humphrey [Duke of Gloucester], Bedford, Clarence, Warwick, Westmorland, and Exeter[, with attendants].
    145King Henry
    Where is my gracious lord of Canterbury?
    Not here in presence.
    King Henry
    Send for him, good uncle.
    [Exit attendant.]
    Shall we call in th'ambassador, my liege?
    King Henry
    Not yet, my cousin. We would be resolved,
    150Before we hear him, of some things of weight
    That task our thoughts concerning us and France.
    Enter [the] two Bishops[, Canterbury and Ely].
    God and his angels guard your sacred throne
    And make you long become it.
    155King Henry
    Sure we thank you.
    My learnèd lord, we pray you to proceed,
    And justly and religiously unfold
    Why the law Salic, that they have in France,
    Or should or should not bar us in our claim.
    160And God forbid, my dear and faithful lord,
    That you should fashion, wrest, or bow your reading,
    Or nicely charge your understanding soul
    With opening titles miscreate, whose right
    Suits not in native colors with the truth.
    165For God doth know how many now in health
    Shall drop their blood in approbation
    Of what your reverence shall incite us to.
    Therefore take heed how you impawn our person,
    How you awake our sleeping sword of war;
    170We charge you in the name of God, take heed.
    For never two such kingdoms did contend
    Without much fall of blood, whose guiltless drops
    Are every one a woe, a sore complaint
    'Gainst him whose wrongs gives edge unto the swords
    175That makes such waste in brief mortality.
    Under this conjuration speak, my lord,
    For we will hear, note, and believe in heart
    That what you speak is in your conscience washed
    As pure as sin with baptism.
    Then hear me, gracious sovereign, and you peers
    That owe your selves, your lives and services
    To this imperial throne. There is no bar
    To make against your highness' claim to France
    But this, which they produce from Pharamond:
    185"In terram Salicam mulieres ne succedant" --
    "No woman shall succeed in Salic land" --
    Which Salic land the French unjustly gloss
    To be the realm of France, and Pharamond
    The founder of this law and female bar.
    190Yet their own authors faithfully affirm
    That the land Salic is in Germany,
    Between the floods of Saale and of Elbe,
    Where Charles the Great, having subdued the Saxons,
    There left behind and settled certain French
    195Who, holding in disdain the German women
    For some dishonest manners of their life,
    Established then this law: to wit, no female
    Should be inheritrix in Salic land,
    Which Salic, as I said, 'twixt Elbe and Saale,
    200Is at this day in Germany, called Meissen.
    Then doth it well appear the Salic law
    Was not devisèd for the realm of France,
    Nor did the French possess the Salic land
    Until four hundred one-and-twenty years
    205After defunction of King Pharamond,
    Idly supposed the founder of this law,
    Who died within the year of our redemption
    Four hundred twenty-six; and Charles the Great
    Subdued the Saxons and did seat the French
    210Beyond the river Saale in the year
    Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say
    King Pepin, which deposèd Childeric,
    Did as heir general, being descended
    Of Blithild, which was daughter to King Chlothar,
    215Make claim and title to the crown of France.
    Hugh Capet also, who usurped the crown
    Of Charles the Duke of Lorraine, sole heir male
    Of the true line and stock of Charles the Great,
    To find his title with some shows of truth --
    220Though in pure truth it was corrupt and naught --
    Conveyed himself as th'heir to th'lady Lingare,
    Daughter to Charlemagne, who was the son
    To Louis the emperor, and Louis the son
    Of Charles the Great. Also King Louis the Tenth,
    225Who was sole heir to the usurper Capet,
    Could not keep quiet in his conscience
    Wearing the crown of France till satisfied
    That fair Queen Isabelle, his grandmother,
    Was lineal of the lady Ermengarde,
    230Daughter to Charles the foresaid Duke of Lorraine,
    By the which marriage the line of Charles the Great
    Was reunited to the crown of France.
    So that, as clear as is the summer's sun,
    King Pepin's title and Hugh Capet's claim,
    235King Louis his satisfaction, all appear
    To hold in right and title of the female;
    So do the kings of France unto this day,
    Howbeit they would hold up this Salic law
    To bar your highness claiming from the female,
    240And rather choose to hide them in a net
    Than amply to embar their crooked titles
    Usurped from you and your progenitors.
    King Henry
    May I with right and conscience make this claim?
    The sin upon my head, dread sovereign.
    245For in the book of Numbers is it writ:
    "When the man dies, let the inheritance
    Descend unto the daughter." Gracious lord,
    Stand for your own. Unwind your bloody flag,
    Look back into your mighty ancestors.
    250Go, my dread lord, to your great-grandsire's tomb,
    From whom you claim; invoke his warlike spirit,
    And your great-uncle's, Edward the Black Prince,
    Who on the French ground played a tragedy,
    Making defeat on the full power of France
    255Whiles his most mighty father on a hill
    Stood smiling to behold his lion's whelp
    Forage in blood of French nobility.
    Oh, noble English, that could entertain
    With half their forces the full pride of France
    260And let another half stand laughing by,
    All out of work and cold for action!
    Awake remembrance of these valiant dead,
    And with your puissant arm renew their feats.
    You are their heir, you sit upon their throne,
    265The blood and courage that renownèd them
    Runs in your veins, and my thrice-puissant liege
    Is in the very May-morn of his youth,
    Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises.
    Your brother kings and monarchs of the earth
    270Do all expect that you should rouse yourself
    As did the former lions of your blood.
    They know your grace hath cause, and means, and might;
    So hath your highness. Never king of England
    Had nobles richer and more loyal subjects,
    275Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England
    And lie pavilioned in the fields of France.
    Oh, let their bodies follow, my dear liege,
    With bloods and sword and fire to win your right.
    In aid whereof, we of the spiritualty
    280Will raise your highness such a mighty sum
    As never did the clergy at one time
    Bring in to any of your ancestors.
    King Henry
    We must not only arm t'invade the French,
    But lay down our proportions to defend
    285Against the Scot, who will make road upon us
    With all advantages.
    They of those marches, gracious sovereign,
    Shall be a wall sufficient to defend
    Our inland from the pilfering borderers.
    290King Henry
    We do not mean the coursing snatchers only,
    But fear the main intendment of the Scot,
    Who hath been still a giddy neighbor to us.
    For you shall read that my great-grandfather
    Never went with his forces into France
    295But that the Scot on his unfurnished kingdom
    Came pouring like the tide into a breach
    With ample and brim fullness of his force,
    Galling the gleanèd land with hot assays,
    Girding with grievous siege castles and towns,
    300That England, being empty of defense,
    Hath shook and trembled at th'ill neighborhood.
    She hath been then more feared than harmed, my liege.
    For hear her but exampled by herself:
    When all her chivalry hath been in France
    305And she a mourning widow of her nobles,
    She hath herself not only well defended,
    But taken and impounded as a stray
    The king of Scots, whom she did send to France
    To fill King Edward's fame with prisoner kings
    310And make their chronicle as rich with praise
    As is the ooze and bottom of the sea
    With sunken wreck and sumless treasuries.
    But there's a saying very old and true:
    "If that you will France win,
    Then with Scotland first begin."
    315For once the eagle England being in prey,
    To her unguarded nest the weasel Scot
    Comes sneaking, and so sucks her princely eggs,
    Playing the mouse in absence of the cat,
    To 'tame and havoc more than she can eat.
    It follows then the cat must stay at home,
    Yet that is but a crushed necessity,
    Since we have locks to safeguard necessaries
    And pretty traps to catch the petty thieves.
    While that the armèd hand doth fight abroad,
    325Th'advisèd head defends itself at home.
    For government, though high and low and lower
    Put into parts, doth keep in one consent,
    Congreeing in a full and natural close
    Like music.
    Therefore doth heaven divide
    The state of man in divers functions,
    Setting endeavor in continual motion,
    To which is fixèd, as an aim or butt,
    Obedience. For so work the honeybees,
    335Creatures that by a rule in nature teach
    The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
    They have a king, and officers of sorts,
    Where some like magistrates correct at home;
    Others like merchants venture trade abroad;
    340Others, like soldiers armèd in their stings,
    Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds,
    Which pillage they with merry march bring home
    To the tent-royal of their emperor,
    Who, busied in his majesties, surveys
    345The singing masons building roofs of gold,
    The civil citizens kneading up the honey,
    The poor mechanic porters crowding in
    Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate,
    The sad-eyed justice with his surly hum
    350Delivering o'er to executors pale
    The lazy yawning drone. I this infer:
    That many things, having full reference
    To one consent, may work contrariously.
    As many arrows loosèd several ways
    355Come to one mark, as many ways meet in one town,
    As many fresh streams meet in one salt sea,
    As many lines close in the dial's center,
    So may a thousand actions once afoot
    End in one purpose, and be all well borne
    360Without defeat. Therefore to France, my liege.
    Divide your happy England into four,
    Whereof take you one quarter into France,
    And you withal shall make all Gallia shake.
    If we, with thrice such powers left at home,
    365Cannot defend our own doors from the dog,
    Let us be worried, and our nation lose
    The name of hardiness and policy.
    King Henry
    Call in the messengers sent from the dauphin.
    [Exit attendant.]
    Now are we well resolved, and by God's help
    370And yours, the noble sinews of our power,
    France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe,
    Or break it all to pieces. Or there we'll sit,
    Ruling in large and ample empery
    O'er France and all her almost kingly dukedoms,
    375Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn,
    Tombless, with no remembrance over them.
    Either our history shall with full mouth
    Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave,
    Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth,
    380Not worshipped with a waxen epitaph. --
    Enter Ambassadors of France.
    Now are we well prepared to know the pleasure
    Of our fair cousin dauphin, for we hear
    Your greeting is from him, not from the king.
    May't please your majesty to give us leave
    Freely to render what we have in charge,
    Or shall we sparingly show you far off
    The dauphin's meaning and our embassy?
    King Henry
    We are no tyrant, but a Christian king,
    390Unto whose grace our passion is as subject
    As is our wretches fettered in our prisons.
    Therefore with frank and with uncurbèd plainness
    Tell us the dauphin's mind.
    Thus, then, in few:
    395Your highness, lately sending into France,
    Did claim some certain dukedoms in the right
    Of your great predecessor, King Edward the Third.
    In answer of which claim, the prince our master
    Says that you savor too much of your youth,
    400And bids you be advised, there's naught in France
    That can be with a nimble galliard won;
    You cannot revel into dukedoms there.
    He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit,
    This tun of treasure, and in lieu of this,
    405Desires you let the dukedoms that you claim
    Hear no more of you. This the dauphin speaks.
    King Henry
    What treasure, uncle?
    Tennis balls, my liege.
    King Henry
    We are glad the dauphin is so pleasant with us.
    410His present and your pains we thank you for.
    When we have matched our rackets to these balls,
    We will in France, by God's grace, play a set
    Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard.
    Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler
    415That all the courts of France will be disturbed
    With chases. And we understand him well,
    How he comes o'er us with our wilder days,
    Not measuring what use we made of them.
    We never valued this poor seat of England,
    420And therefore living hence, did give ourself
    To barbarous license, as 'tis ever common
    That men are merriest when they are from home.
    But tell the dauphin I will keep my state,
    Be like a king, and show my sail of greatness
    425When I do rouse me in my throne of France.
    For that I have laid by my majesty
    And plodded like a man for working days,
    But I will rise there with so full a glory
    That I will dazzle all the eyes of France,
    430Yea, strike the dauphin blind to look on us.
    And tell the pleasant prince this mock of his
    Hath turned his balls to gunstones, and his soul
    Shall stand sore chargèd for the wasteful vengeance
    That shall fly with them: for many a thousand widows
    435Shall this, his mock, mock out of their dear husbands,
    Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down,
    And some are yet ungotten and unborn
    That shall have cause to curse the dauphin's scorn.
    But this lies all within the will of God,
    440To whom I do appeal, and in whose name
    Tell you the dauphin I am coming on
    To venge me as I may, and to put forth
    My rightful hand in a well-hallowed cause.
    So get you hence in peace, and tell the dauphin
    445His jest will savor but of shallow wit
    When thousands weep more than did laugh at it. --
    Convey them with safe conduct. -- Fare you well.
    Exeunt Ambassadors.
    This was a merry message.
    450King Henry
    We hope to make the sender blush at it.
    Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour
    That may give furtherance to our expedition,
    For we have now no thought in us but France,
    Save those to God, that run before our business.
    455Therefore let our proportions for these wars
    Be soon collected, and all things thought upon
    That may with reasonable swiftness add
    More feathers to our wings, for, God before,
    We'll chide this dauphin at his father's door.
    460Therefore let every man now task his thought
    That this fair action may on foot be brought.