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And, with a feeble gripe, says 'Dear my lord,
Commend my service to my sovereign.'

So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck

He threw his wounded arm and kiss'd his lips;
And so espoused to death, with blood he seal'd
A testament of noble-ending love.

The pretty and sweet manner of it forced
Those waters from me which I would have
stopp'd;

But I had not so much of man in me,
And all my mother came into mine eyes
And gave me up to tears.

K. Hen.

I blame you not;

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For, hearing this, I must perforce compound
With mistful eyes, or they will issue too.

[Alarum.

But, hark! what new alarum is this same?
The French have reinforced their scatter'd men:
Then every soldier kill his prisoners;

Give the word through.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VII

Another part of the field.

Enter Fluellen and Gower.

Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis expressly against the law of arms; 'tis as arrant

Sc. 7. Holinshed relates that some six hundred French horsemen, "being the first that fled," "hearing that the English tents and pavilions were a good way distant from the army, without any sufficient guard, entered the camp, slew the servants, and plundered the treasure."-C. H. H.

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a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be offer't; 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 ha' 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 10 prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a gallant king! Flu. Aye, he was porn at Monmouth, Captain Gower. What call you the town's name where Alexander the Pig was born?

Gow. Alexander the Great.

Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig great? the pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge,

10. "cut his prisoner's throat"; this matter is thus related by Holinshed: "While the battell thus continued, certeine Frenchmen on horsseback, to the number of six hundred, which were the first that fled, hearing that the English tents and pavillions were without anie sufficient gard, entred upon the king's campe, and there spoiled the hails, robbed the tents, brake up chests, and carried awaie caskets, and slue such servants as they found to make anie resistance. But when the outcrie of the lackies and boies, which ran awaie for feare of the Frenchmen, came to the king's eares, he, doubting least his enemies should gather togither againe, and begin a new field, and mistrusting further that the prisoners would be an aid to his enemies, or the verie enemies to their takers in deed, if they were suffered to live, contrarie to his accustomed gentleness, commanded by sound of trumpet, that everie man, upon paine of death, should incontinentlie slaie his prisoner." It appears afterwards, however, that the king, upon finding the danger was not so great as he at first thought, stopped the slaughter, and was able to save a great number. It is observable that the king gives as his reason for the order, that he expected another battle, and had not men enough to guard one army and fight another. Gower here assigns a different reason. Holinshed gives both reasons, and the Poet chose to put one in the king's mouth, the other in Gower's.— H. N. H.

or the magnanimous, are all one reckonings,
saves the phrase is a little variations.

Gow. I think Alexander the Great was born in 20
Macedon: his father was called Philip of
Macedon, as I take it.

Flu. 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 sall find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations, look you is both alike. There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth: it is called Wye at Monmouth; but 30 it is out of my prains what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both. If you mark 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 you know, in his rages, and his furies, and his wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and his displeasures, and his indignations, and 40 also being a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and his angers look you, kill his best friend, Cleitus.

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

the tales out of my mouth, ere it is made and
finished. I speak but in the figures and

32. "alike"; so Ff.; Rowe reads “as like.”—I. G.

comparisons of it: as Alexander killed his friend Cleitus, being in his ales and his 50 cups; so also Harry Monmouth, being in his right wits and his good judgments, turned away the fat knight with the great-belly doublet: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks; I have forgot his

name.

Gow. Sir John Falstaff.

Flu. That is he: I'll tell you there is good men porn at Monmouth.

Gow. Here comes his majesty.

Alarum. Enter King Henry and forces;
Warwick, Gloucester, Exeter, and others.

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K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to France
Until this instant. Take a trumpet, herald;
Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill:
If they will fight with us, bid them come down,
Or void the field; they do offend our sight:
If they'll do neither, we will come to them,
And make them skirr away, as swift as stones
Enforced from the old Assyrian slings:
Besides, we 'll cut the throats of those we have,
And not a man of them that we shall take 70
Shall taste our mercy. Go and tell them so.

47. "made"; Capell, following Qq., reads "made an end.”—I. G. 53. "the fat knight," etc.; Johnson observes that this is the last time Falstaff can make sport. The Poet was loath to part with him, and has continued his memory as long as he could.-H. N. H.

68. "Assyrian slings"; Theobald compared Judith ix. 7, and defended the reading against Warburton's proposed "Balearian" (afterwards withdrawn).—I. G.

Enter Montjoy.

Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my liege.

Glou. His eyes are humbler than they used to be. K. Hen. How now! what means this, herald? know'st thou not

That I have fined these bones of mine for ran

som?

Comest thou again for ransom?

Mont.

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No, great king:
I come to thee for charitable license,
That we may wander o'er this bloody field
To book our dead, and then to bury them;
To sort our nobles from our common men.
For many of our princes-woe the while!-
Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood;
So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs
In blood of princes; and their wounded steeds
Fret fetlock deep in gore, and with wild rage
Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters,
Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great
king,

To view the field in safety and dispose

Of their dead bodies!

K. Hen.

I tell thee truly, herald,

I know not if the day be ours or no;

For yet a many of your horsemen peer

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74. "what means this, herald?"; Steevens' reading; F. 1, "what meanes this herald?"; F. 2, 3, 4, "what means their herald"; Hanmer conj. "what mean'st thou, herald?"—I. G.

75. "fined"; agreed to pay as a fine.-C. H. H.

84. "their wounded steeds"; Ff. "with," corrected by Malone. The Quartos omit the line.-I. G.

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