K. Hen. faction? How canst thou make me satis 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 appear'd to me but as a common man; witness the night, your garments, your lowliness; and what your Highness suffer'd 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 hononr 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, aud 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 fo 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? Her. Here is the number of the slaughter'd French. (Delivers a paper. K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle? Exe. 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 nobles bearing banners, there lie dead The rest are Princes, barons, lord, knights, 'squires, And gentlemen of blood and quality. Dauphin; John Duke of Alençon; Antony Duke of Brabant, Where is the number of our English dead? Ascribe we all. When, without stratagem, Exe. 'Tis wonderful! Take it, God, K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the village : I 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, an please your Majesty, to tell how many is kill'd? K. Hen. Yes, Captain: but with this acknowledgement, That God fought for us. Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot. K. Hen. Do we all holy rites; Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum. We'll then to Calais; and to England then; men. [Exeunt. A CT V. Enter CHORUS Cho. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story, That I may prompt them: and of such as have, Of time, of numbers, and due course of things, Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep month'd sea, Which, like a mighty whiffler 'fore the King, Quite from himself, to God. But now behold, As, by a lower but by loving likelihood, To welcome him? much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry. Now in London place him; (As yet the lamentation of the French Invites the King of England's stay at home: play'd 'tis past. The interim, by remembering you SCENE I France. An English Court of Guard. 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, |