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the 'orld, I warrant you shall find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations, look you, is poth alike. There is a river in 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 poth. If you mark lexander's life well, Harry of Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent well; for there is figures in all things.Alexander, 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 the 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 pellydoublet; he was full of jests, and gypes, and knaveries, and mocks; I am forget his name.

Gow. Sir John Falstaff.
Flu. That is he.--I tell you, there is good men

mouth.

[Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.] Gow. Here comes his majesty. [Exit Gowen.

Flourish. Enter KING HENRY, Exeter, GLOSTER, WEST

MORELAND, BEDFORD, HERALDS, ATTENDANTS, CAPTAIN, and GUARDS.

K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to France, Until this instant.—Take a trumpet, herald;

porn at

Ride you

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 skir away, as swift as stones Enforced from the old Assyrian slings : Go, and tell them so. Ere. Here comes the herald of the French, my

liege.
Glost. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be.

Enter MontJoy, and ATTENDANTS.
K. Hen. How now, what means this, herald ?

Know'st thou not,
That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ransom?
Com'st thou again for ransom?

Mont. 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.
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, And gallop o'er the field.

Mont. The day is yours.
K. Hen. Praised be Heaven, and not our strength,

for it!
What is this castle call’d, that stands hard by :

Mont. They call it-Agincourt.
K. Hen. Then call we this—the field of Agin-

court,
Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.

(Flourish of Drums and Trumpets-Shouts.] Flu. Your grandfather, of famous memory, an't please your majesty, and your great uncle Edward 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 majesty is remember'd 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 pelieve your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon St. 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 the Wye cannot wash your majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you

that: Heaven pless it and preserve it, as long as it pleases your grace, and his majesty too.

K. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman.

Flu. I am your majesty's countryman, I care not who knows it: I will confess it to all the 'orld; I need not be ashamed of your majesty, praised be Heaven, so long as your majesty is an honest man. K. Hen. Heaven keep me so!-Our heralds go

with him: Bring me just notice of the numbers dead On both our parts.-

Exit MONTJOY, with the HERALDs, and his

ATTENDANTS. Call yonder fellow hither.

Exe. Soldier, you must come to the king.

Enter WILLIAMS. 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 swagger'd with me last night; who, if ’a live, and ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn 10 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, an't 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.

K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meét'st the fellow.

Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.
K. Hen. Whom serv'st thou under ?
Will. Under Captain Gower, my liege.

Flu. Gower is a goot captain, and is goot knowledge and literature in the wars. K. Hen. Call him hither to

me,

soldier. Will. I will, my liege.

[Exit Williams. K. Hen. Here, Fluellen : wear thou this favour for me, and stick it in thy cap: When Alençon and myself were down together, I pluck'd 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 be desir'd in the hearts of his subjects: I would fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall find himself aggriev'd at this glove: that is all; but I would fain see it once:, an please Heaven of his grace, that I might see it.

K. Hen. Know'st thou Gower ?
Flu. He is my dear friend, an please you.
K. Hen. 'Pray thee go seek him, and bring him to

my tent.

Flu. I will fetch him.

[Exit FLUELLEN.
K. Hen. Brother Gloster,
Follow Fluellen closely at the heels;
The glove, which I have given him for a favour,
May, haply, purchase him a box o' the ear.-

[Exit GLOSTER.
It is the soldier's; I, by bargain, should
Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Westmoreland;
If that the soldier strike him (as I judge,
By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word),
Some sudden mischief may arise of it;
For I do know Fluellen valiant,
And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder,
And quickly will return an injury:
Follow, and see there be no harm between them.

[Exit WESTMORELAND.
Uncle of Exeter, and brother Bedford,
Come

you

(Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.Exeunt.

with me.

SCENE VIII.

Another Part of the Field.

Enter Gower and WILLIAMS.
Will. I warrant it is to knight you, captain.

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