Ill-favour'dly become the morning field:
Their horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks,

With torch-staves in their hand: and their poor jades
Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips;
The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes;
And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit
Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionless;
While their executors, the knavish crows,

Fly o'er them, all impatient for their hour.

Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh

suits,

And give their fasting horses provender,

And after fight with them?

Con.

Come, come, away!

The sun is high, and we outwear the day. [Exeunt.

The English Camp.

Enter the English Host; GLOSTER, Bedford, ExETER, SALISBURY, WESTMORELAND, and ERPING

HAM.

Gloster.

HERE is the king?

Bed. The king himself is rode to view their battle.

West. Of fighting men they have full threescore

thousand.

Exe. There's five to one.

West.

O that we now had here

Enter King HENRY.

But one ten thousand of those men in England,

That do no work to-day!

K. Hen.

What's he, that wishes so?

My cousin Westmoreland?—No, my fair cousin :
If we are mark'd to dìe, we are enough
To do our country lòss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, to-day,
That he, which hath no stòmach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd-the feast of Crispian :
He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nàm'd,
And ròuse him at the name of Crispian.
He, that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say-to-morrow is St. Crispian :

Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars.
Yet shall not all forget: Then shall our names,
Familiar in their mouth as household words,--
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,—
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered:

:

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me,
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vìle,
This day shall gèntle his condition:
And gentlemen in England, now a-bed,

Shall think themselves accurs'd, they were not here; And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

Tucket. Enter MONTJOY.

Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, King Harry,

If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,

Before thy most assured overthrow.

K. Hen. Who sent thee now?

Mont.

The Constable of France.

K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer back; Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. Good God! why should they mock poor fellows

thus?

The man, that once did sell the lion's skin
While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him.
And many of our bodies shall, no doubt,
Find native graves; upon the which, I trust,
Shall witness live in brass of this day's work:
And those that leave their valiant bones in France,
Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills,
They shall be fam'd; for there the sun shall greet
them,

And draw their honours reeking up to heaven.
Let me speak proudly :-Tell the Constable,
We are but warriors for the working-day:
Our gayness, and our gilt, are all besmirch'd
With rainy marching in the painful field;
There's not a piece of feather in our host
(Good argument, I hope, we will not fly),
And time hath worn us into slovenry :

But my poor soldiers tell me—yet ere night
They'll be in fresher robes; for they will pluck

The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads,
And turn them out of service. Save thy labour:
Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald;
They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints;
Which if they have as I will leave 'em them,
Shall yield them little, tell the Constable.

Mont. I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well: Thou never shalt hear herald any more. [Exit.

Enter the Duke of York.

York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg The leading of the vaward.

K. Hen. Take it, brave York.-Now, soldiers, march away:

And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!

[Exeunt.

Another part of the Field after the Battle. Alarums. Enter Dauphin, ORLEANS, BOURBON, Constable, and RAMBURES.

Con.

Dauphin.

ORT de ma vie! all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame

Sits mocking in our plumes.

[A short Alarum.

Our ranks are broke.

Dau. Be these the wretches that we play'd at

dice for?

Orl. Is this the king we sent to for his ransom? Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but

shame!

Orl. We are enough, yèt living in the field,
To smother up the English in our thròngs,
If any order might be thought upon.

Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the

throng;

Let life be short; else, shame will be too long.

[Exeunt.

offer'd.

Another part of the Field.

Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER.

Fluellen.

ILL 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 In your conscience 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!

Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain Gower : What call you the town's name, where Alexander the pig was porn ?

Gow. Alexander the great.

Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pìg, 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.

Gow. I think, Alexander the great was born in