to serve God, and keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, and dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the better for you. WILL. I will none of your money.

FLU. It is with a good will; I can tell you, it will serve you to mend your shoes: come, wherefore should you be so pashful? your 60 shoes is not so good: 'tis a good 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;

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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

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That in the field lie slain of princes, in this number,
And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
One hundred twenty-six: added to these,
Of knights, esquires and gallant gentlemen,
Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which,
Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights:
So that, in these ten thousand they have lost,
There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries;
The rest are princes, barons, lords, knights, squires,
And gentlemen of blood and quality.

The names of those their nobles that lie dead :

Charles Delabreth, high Constable of France;
Jacques of Chatillon, Admiral of France;

The master of the cross-bows, Lord Rambures;

Great-master of France, the brave Sir Guichard Dolphin;
John Duke of Alençon, Anthony, Duke of Brabant,

The brother to the Duke of Burgundy,

And Edward Duke of Bar: of lusty earls,
Grandpré and Roussi, Fauconberg and Foix,
Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Lestrale.
Here was a royal fellowship of death!
Where is the number of our English dead?

[Herald presents another paper.

Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk,
Sir Richard Ketley, Davy Gam, esquire:
None else of name; and of all other men
But five-and-twenty. O God, Thy arm was here;

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, an 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 good.

K. HEN. Do we all holy rites;

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Let there be sung "Non nobis" and "Te Deum";
The dead with charity enclosed in clay :

We'll then to Calais; and to England then;

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Where ne'er from France arrived more happy men.

[Exeunt.

ACT V.

PROLOGUE.

Enter CHORUS.

CHOR. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story,

That I may prompt them: and of such as have,

I humbly pray them to admit the excuse
Of time, of numbers, and due course of things,
Which cannot in their huge and proper life
Be here presented. Now we bear the king
Toward Calais: grant him there; there seen,
Heave him away upon your winged thoughts
Athwart the sea. Behold, the English beach.

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Pales in the flood with men, with wives and boys,

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Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deap-mouth'd sea,

Which like a mighty whiffler 'fore the king

Seems to prepare his way: so let him land,

And solemnly see him set on to London.

So swift a pace hath thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Blackheath;
Where that his lords desire him to have borne

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His bruised helmet and his bended sword

Before him through the city: he forbids it,

Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride;
Giving full trophy, signal and ostent

Quite from himself to God. But now behold,
In the quick forge and working-house of thought,
How London doth pour out her citizens!
The mayor and all his brethren in best sort,
Like to the senators of the antique Rome,
With the plebeians swarming at their heels,
Go forth and fetch their conquering Cæsar in :
As, by a lower but loving likelihood,
Were now the general of our gracious empress,
As in good time he may, from Ireland coming,
Bringing rebellion broachèd on his sword,
How many would the peaceful city quit,

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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

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Invites the King of England's stay at home;
The emperor's coming in behalf of France,
To order peace between them; and omit
All the occurrences, whatever chanced,
Till Harry's back return again to France:
There must we bring him; and myself have play'd
The interim, by remembering you 'tis past.
Then brook abridgment, and your eyes advance,
After your thoughts, straight back again to France.

SCENE I. France. The English Camp.

Enter FLUELLEN and GoWER.

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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, asse my friend, Captain Gower: the rascally, scald, beggarly, pragging knave, Pistol, which you and yourself, 5 and all the world, know to be no petter than a fellow, look you now, of no merits, he is come to me, and brings 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 bold as to wear it in my cap till I see him once again, and then I 10 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. God ples you, Aunchient Pistol! you scurvy knave, God ples you! PIST. Ha! art thou bedlam? dost thou thirst, base Trojan, To have me fold up Parca's fatal web?

Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek.

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FLU. I peseech you heartily, scurvy 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 20 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. so good, scald knave, as eat it ?

[Strikes him.] Will you be

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PIST. Base Trojan, thou shalt die. FLU. You say very true, scald knave, when God's will is: I will desire you to live in the meantime, 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 30 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. Bite, I pray you; it is goot for your 35 green wound.

PIST. Must I bite?

FLU. Yes, certainly, and out of doubt, and out of question, too, and ambiguities.

PIST. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge: I eat and eat, 40 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 good do you, scald knave, heartily. Nay, pray you, 45 throw none away; the skin is good for your broken coxcomb. When you take occasions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock at 'em; that is all.

PIST. Good.

FLU. Ay, leeks is good: hold you, there is a groat to heal your 50 pate.

PIST. Me a groat!

FLU. Yes, verily and in truth, you shall take it; or I have another leek in my pocket, which you shall eat.

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. PIST. I take thy groat in earnest of revenge.

FLU. If I owe you anything, I will pay you in cudgels: you shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels. Got be wi' you, and keep you, and heal your pate. [Exit.

Gow. Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly knave. Will you mock at an ancient tradition, begun upon an honourable respect, 60 and worn as a memorable trophy of predeceased valour, and dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words? I have seen you gleeking and galling at this gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, because he could not speak English in the native garb, he could not therefore handle an English cudgel: you find it otherwise; 65 and henceforth let a Welsh correction teach you a good English condition. Fare ye well.

PIST. Doth Fortune play the huswife with me now? To England will I steal, and there I'll steal:

[Exit.

And patches will I get unto these scars,

And swear I got them in the Gallia wars.

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[Exit.

SCENE II. The French Court at Troyes in Champagne.

Enter, at one door, KING HENRY, BEDFORD, GLOUCESTER, EXETER, WARWICK, WESTMORELAND, and other Lords; at another, the FRENCH KING, QUEEN ISABEL, the PRINCESS KATHARINE, ALICE, and other Ladies; the DUKE OF BURGUNDY, and his train.

K. HEN. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met!
Unto our brother France, and to our sister,

Health and fair time of day; joy and good wishes
To our most fair and princely cousin Katharine;
And, as a branch and member of this royalty,
By whom this great assembly is contrived,

We do salute you, Duke of Burgundy;

And, princes French, and peers, health to you all !

FR. KING. Right joyous are we to behold your face,

Most worthy brother England; fairly met:

So are you, princes English, every one.

Q. ISA. So happy be the issue, brother England,

Of this good day and of this gracious meeting,

As we are now glad to behold your eyes;
Your eyes, which hitherto have borne in them
Against the French, that met them in their bent,
The fatal balls of murdering basilisks:
The venom of such looks, we fairly hope,
Have lost their quality, and that this day

Shall change all griefs and quarrels into love.

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