John Duke of Bourbon, and Lord Bouciqualt : 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 Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen, And gentlemen of blood and quality. The names of those their nobles that lie dead: The master of the cross-bows, Lord Rambures ; Dauphin; John Duke of Alençon; Anthony Duke of Bra bant, The brother to the Duke of Burgundy; 168 KING HENRY V. And Edward Duke of Bar: of lusty earls, Where is the number of our English dead! [Herald presents another paper. Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk, None else of name; and of all other men Ascribe we all !-When, without stratagem, Exe. "Tis wonderful! K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the village: And be it death proclaimed through our host Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell how many is killed? this acknow 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 The dead with charity enclosed in clay, We'll then to Calais; and to England then; Where ne'er from France arrived more happy men. ACT V. [Exeunt. Enter Chorus. Chor. 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, sea, Which like a mighty whiffler 'fore the king 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, Were now the general of our gracious empress, How many would the peaceful city quit, 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; [Exit. SCENE I.-France. An English Court of Guard. Enter FLUELLEN and GoWER. 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, lousy, 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, and pid me eat my leek: it was in a place where I could not preed no contention with him; but I will be so pold as to wear it in my cap |