Pist. Yield cur. Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme de bonne qualité. Pist. Quality, call you me?-Construe me, art thou a gentleman? What is thy name? discuss. Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu! Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a gentleman:Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and mark; O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox, Except, O signieur, thou do give to me Egregious ransome. Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde! ayez pitié de moy! Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty moys; For I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat, In drops of crimson blood. Boy. He gives you, upon his kitees, a thousand thanks: and he esteems himself happy that he hath fallen into the hands of (as he thinks) the most brave valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of England. Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show. Follow me, cur. [Exit PISTOL Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine. [Exit French Soldier. I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true, the empty vessel makes the greatest sound. Bardolph, and Nym, had ten times more valour than this roaring devil i' the old play, that every one may pare his nails with a wooden dagger; and they are both hanged; and so would this be, if he durst steal any thing adventur ously. I must stay with the lackeys, with the lug gage of our camp; the French might have a good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none to guard it, but boys. SCENE V.-Another Part of the Field of Battle Alarums. Enter DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, BOURBON, CONSTABLE, RAMBURES, and others. Con. O diable ! Orl. O seigneur ! —le jour est perdu, tout est perdu ! Fr. Sol. Est il impossible d'eschapper la force de ton Reproach and everlasting shame bras? Pist. Brass, cur! Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat, Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy! Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys? Come hither, boy; Ask me this slave in French, What is his name. Boy. Escoutez; Comment estes vous appellé ? Boy. He says, his name is-master Fer. Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk him, and ferret him: discuss the same in French unto him. Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and firk. Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat. Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur ? Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous faites vous prest; car ce soldat icy est disposé tout à cette heure de couper vostre gorge. Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant, Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie pour l'amour de Dieu, me pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison; gardez ma vie, et je vous donneray deux cent escus. Pist. What are his words? Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a gentleman of a good house; and, for his ransome, he will give you two hundred crowns. Pist. Tell him, my fury shall abate, and I The crowns will take. Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il ? Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de pardonner aucun prisonnier; neantmoins, pour les escus que vous l'avez promis, il est content de vous donner la liberté, le franchisement. Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille remerciemens et je m'estime heureux que je suis tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave, valiant, et tres distingué seigneur d'Angleterre. Pist. Expound unto me, boy. Sits mocking in our plumes.◊ meschante for“ tune! Do not run away. Con. [A short alarunt. Why, all our ranks are broke. Dau. O perdurable shame! - let's stab ourselves. Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for? Orl. Is this the king we sent to for his ransome? Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but shame! Let us die instant: Once more back again; Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now! Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the throng Let life be short; else shame will be too long. [Exeunt SCENE VI. - Another Part of the Field. Alarums. Enter KING HENRY and Forces; EXTE and others. K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant coun Alarums. Enter FLUELLEN and GoWER. Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis expressly against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be offered, in the 'orld: In your corscience now, is it not? Gow. 'Tis certain there's not a boy left alive; and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the battle, have done this slaughter: besides, they have burned and carried away all that was in the king's tent; wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a gallant king! Fla. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain Gower: What call you the town's name, where Alexander the pig was porn. Go. Alexander the great. Fla. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? The pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the phrase is a little variations. Gee. I think Alexander the great was born in Macedon; his father was called Philip of Macedon, as I take it. Fla. I think it is in Macedon, where Alexander is porn. I tell you, captain, — If you look in the maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations, look you, is both alike. There is a river ia Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth it is called Wye, at Monmouth; but it is out of my prains, what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis so like as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both. If you tark Alexander's life well, Harry of Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent well; for there is figures in all things. Alexander (God knows, and vnu know,) in his rages, and his furies, and his wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and his displeasures, and his indignations, and also being a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and his angers, look you, kill his pest friend, Clytus. Gow. Our king is not like him in that; he never killed any of his friends. Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and finished. I speak but in the figures and comparisons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, being in his ales and his cups; so also Harry Monmouth, being in his right wits and his goot judgments, is turn away the fat knight with the great pelly-doublet: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks; I am forget his name. Gow. Sir John Falstaff. Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there is goot men porn at Monmouth. Gow. Here comes his majesty. Alarum. Enter KING HENRY with a part of the K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to France Mont. No, great king: I come to thee for charitable licence, To sort our nobles from our common men ; K. Hen. I tell thee truly, herald, What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by? K. Hen. Then call we this-the field of Agincourt, Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't please your majesty, and your great uncle Edw the plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in France. K. Hen. They did, Fluellen. Flu. Your majesty says very true: if your majesties is remembered of it, the Welshmen did goot service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps; which, your majesty knows, to this hour is an honourable padge of the service; and, I do believe, your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's day. K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour: For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman. Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your majesty's Welch plood out of your pody, I can tell you that Got pless it and preserve it, as long as it pleases his grace, and his majesty too! K. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman. Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's countryman, I care not who know it; I will confess it to all the 'orld: I need not to be ashamed of your majesty, praised be God, so long as your majesty is an honest man. K. Hen. God keep me so! - Our heralds go with him; Bring me just notice of the numbers dead On both our parts. Call yonder fellow hither. [Points to WILLIAMS. Exeunt MONTJOY and others. Ere. Soldier, you must come to the king. K. Hen. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove in thy cap? Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of one that I should fight withal, if he be alive. K. Hen. An Englishman? Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that swaggered with me last night: who, if 'a live, and ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to take him a box o'the ear: or, if I can see my glove in his cap, (which he swore, as he was a soldier, he would wear, if alive,) I will strike it out soundly. K. Hen. What think you, captain Fluellen? is it fit this soldier keep his oath ? Flu. He is a craven and a villain else, a'nt please your majesty, in my conscience. K. Hen. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman of great sort, quite from the answer of his degree. Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath if he be perjured, see you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain, and a Jack sauce, as ever his plack shoe trod upon Got's ground and his earth, in my conscience, la. K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meet'st the fellow. Will. So I will, my liege, as I live. Flu. Gower is a goot captain; and is goot knowledge and literature in the wars. K. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier. [Exit. K. Hen. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for me, and stick it in thy cap: When Alençon and myself were down together, I plucked this glove from his helm; if any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alençon and an enemy to our person; if thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an thou dost love me. Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as can K. Hen. My lord of Warwick,-and my brother Follow Fluellen closely at the heels: And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder, Follow, and see there be no harm between them.- [Exeunt. SCENE VIII.—Before King Henry's Pavilion. Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain. Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I pe seech you now, come apace to the king: there is more goot toward you, peradventure, than is in your knowledge to dream of. Will. Sir, know you this glove? Flu. Know the glove? I know, the glove is a glove. Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it. [Strikes him. Flu. 'Sblud, an arrant traitor, as any's in the uni versal 'orld, or in France, or in England. Gow. How now, sir? you villain! Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn? Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give! treason his payment into plows, I warrant you. Will. I am no traitor. Flu. That's a lie in thy throat. I charge you in his majesty's name, apprehend him; he's a frien of the duke Alençon's. Enter WARWICK and GLOSTER. War. How now, how now! what's the matter? Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be Got for it!) a most contagious treason come to light look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day Here is his majesty. Enter KING HENRY and EXETER. K. Hen. How now! what's the matter? Flu. My liege, here is a villain, and a traiton that, look your grace, has struck the glove which your majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençone Will. My liege, this was my glove; here is the fellow of it: and he, that I gave it to in changi promised to wear it in his cap; I promised to stri him, if he did: I met this man with my glove his cap, and I have been as good as my word. Flu. Your majesty hear now, (saving your m 門 esty's manhood,) what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, | lowsy knave it is: I hope, your majesty is pear me testimony, and witness, and avouchments, that this is the glove of Alençon that your majesty is give me, in your conscience now. K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier; Look, here is the fellow of it. 'Twas I, indeed, thou promised'st to strike; and thou hast given me most bitter terms. Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck answer for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld. K. Hen. How canst thou make me satisfaction? Will. All offences, my liege, come from the heart: never came any from mine, that might offend your majesty. K. Hen. It was ourself thou didst abuse. Will. Your majesty came not like yourself: you appeared to me but as a common man; witness the night, your garments, your lowliness; and what your highness suffered under that shape, I beseech you, take it for your own fault, and not mine: for had you been as I took you for, I made no offence; therefore, I beseech your highness, pardon me. K. Hen. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns, And give it to this fellow. - Keep it, fellow; And wear it for an honour in thy cap, Till I do challenge it. Give him the crowns: And, captain, you must needs be friends with him. Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in his pelly: Hold, there is twelve pence for you, and I pray you to serve Got, and keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, and dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the petter for you. Will. I will none of your money. Flu. It is with a goot will; I can tell you, it will serve you to mend your shoes: Come, wherefore should you be so pashful? your shoes is not so goot: 'tis a goot silling, I warrant you, or I will change it. Enter an English Herald. K. Hen. Now, herald; are the dead number'd? uncle? Eze. Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the king; John duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt: Of other lords, and barons, knights, and 'squires, Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand French, That in the field lie slain: of princes, in this number, And gentlemen of blood and quality. John duke of Alençon; Antony duke of Brabant, [Herald presents another paper. Exe. 'Tis wonderful! K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the village: And be it death proclaimed through our host, To boast of this, or take that praise from God, Which is his only. Flu. Is it not lawful, and please your majesty, to tell how many is killed? K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgment, That God fought for us. Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot. Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum. Enter Chorus, ACT V. Cho. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the That I may prompt them: and of such as have, Athwart the sea: Behold, the English beach sea, Which, like a mighty whiffler 'fore the king, Before him, through the city: he forbids it, To welcome him? much more, and much more cause, Gow. Nay, that's right; but why wear you your leek to-day? Saint Davy's day is past. Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things: I will tell you, as my friend, captain Gower; The rascally, scald, beggarly, lowsy, pragging knave, Pistol, which you and yourself, and all the 'orld, know to be no petter than a fellow, look you now, of no merits, he is come to me, and prings me pread and salt yesterday, look you, and bid me eat my leek: it was in a place where I could not breed no contentions with him; but I will be so pold as to wear it in my cap till I see him once again, and then I will tell him a little piece of my desires. Enter PISTOL. Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock. Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his turkey-cocks. - Got pless you, ancient Pistol! you scurvy, lowsy knave, Got pless you! Pist. Ha! art thou Bedlam? dost thou thirst, base Trojan, To have me fold up Parca's fatal web? Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lowsy knave, at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eat, look you, this leek; because, look you, you do not love it, nor your affections, and your appetites, and your digestions, does not agree with it, I would desire you to eat it. Pist. Not for Cadwallader, and all his goats. Flu. There is one goat for you. [Strikes him.] Will you be so goot, scald knave, as eat it? Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die. Flu. You say very true, scald knave, when Got's will is: I will desire you to live in the mean time, and eat your victuals; come, there is sauce for it. (Striking him again.] You called me yesterday, mountain-squire; but I will make you to-day a squire of low degree. I pray you, fall to; if you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek. Gow. Enough, captain; you have astonished him. Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or I will peat his pate four days: - Pite, I pray you; it is goot for your green wound, and your ploody coxcomb. Pist. Must I bite? Flu. Yes, certainly; and out of doubt, and out of questions too, and ambiguities. Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge; I eat, and eke I swear. Flu. Eat, I pray you: Will you have some more sauce to your leek? there is not enough leek to swear by. Pist. Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see, I eat. Flu. Much goot do you, scald knave, heartily. Nay, 'pray you, throw none away; the skin is goot for your proken coxcomb. When you take occa sions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock st them; that is all. Flu. Yes, verily, and in truth, you shall take it; or I have another leek in my pocket, which you shall eat. Pist. I take thy groat, in earnest of revenge. Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in nothing of me but cudgels. cudgels; you shall be a woodmonger, and buy God be wi' you, and keep you, and heal your pate. of your words? Pist. All hell shall stir for this. knave. Gow. Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly begun upon an honourable respect, and worn as a Will you mock at an ancient tradition,— memorable trophy of predeceased valour,-and dare not avouch in your deeds any I have seen you gleeking and galling at this gentle man twice or thrice. You thought, because he could not speak English in the native garth, could not therefore handle an English cudgel: you find it otherwise; and, henceforth, let correction teach you a good English condition Fare ye well. he Welsh Pist. Doth fortune play the huswife with now? News have I, that my Nell is dead i'the spital And there my rendezvous is quite cut off. SCENE II. - Troyes in Champagne. An Apt ment in the French King's Palace. Enter at one door, KING HENRY, BEDFOR GLOSTER, EXETER, WARWICK, WESTMORELAN and other Lords; at another, the French K QUEEN ISABEL, the PRINCESS KATHARINE, L Ladies, &c. the DUKE OF BURGUNDY, and Train. K. Hen. Peace to this meeting, wherefore wa met! |