with pillage and robbery. Now, if these menfno English treason, to cut French Crowns have defeated the law, and outrun native pun-and, to-morrow, the king himself will be a ishment, though they can outstrip men, they clipper. [Exeunt Soldiers. have no wings to fly from God: war is his Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls, vengeance; so that here men are punished, for Our debts, our careful wives, our children, before-breach of the king's laws, is how the and

king's quarrel where they feared the death, Our sins, lay on the king-we must bear all. they have borne life away; and where they O hard condition! twin-born with greatness, would be safe, they perish: Then if they die Subjected to the breath of every fool, unprovided, no more is the king guilty of their Whose sense, no more can feel but his own damnation, than he was before guilty of those wringing! impieties for the which they are now visited. What infinite heart's ease must kings neglect, Every subject's duty is the king's; but every That private men enjoy ? [too, subject's soul is his own. Therefore should And what have kings, that privates have not every soldier in the wars do as every sick man Save ceremony, save general ceremony? in his bed, wash every mote out of his con- And what art thou, thou idol ceremony? science; and dying so, death is to him advan-What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more tage; or not dying, the time was blessedly lost, Of mortal griefs, than do thy worshippers? wherein such preparation was gained and, What are thy rents? what are thy comings in? in him that escapes, it were not sin to think, O ceremony, show me but thy worth! that making God so free an offer, he let him What is the soul of adoration ?* [form, outlive that day to see his greatness, and to Art thou aught else but place, degree, and teach others how they should prepare. Creating awe and fear in other men? Will. "Tis certain, that every man that dies Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd ill, the ill is upon his own head, the king is not Than they in fearing. [sweet, to answer for it. What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage Bates. I do not desire he should answer for But poison'd flattery? O, be sick, great greatme; and yet I determine to fight lustily for And bid thy ceremony give thee cure! [ness, him. Think'st thou, the fiery fever will go out

:

K. Hen. I myself heard the king say, he With titles blown from adulation? would not be ransomed.

Will. Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheerfully; but, when our throats are cut, he may be ransomed, and we ne'er the wiser.

Will it give place to flexure and low bending? Canst thou, when thou command'st the beg gar's knee,

[dream; Command the health of it? No, thou proud K. Hen. If I live to see it, I will never trust That play st so subtly with a king's repose; his word after. I am a king, that find thee; and I know, Will. 'Mass, you'll payt him then! That's 'Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball, a perilous shot out of an elder gun, that a poor The sword, the mace, the crown imperial, and private displeasure can do against a mon The enter-tissued robe of gold and pearl, arch! you may as well go about to turn the The farcedt title running 'fore the king, sun to ice, with fanning in his face with a pea- The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp cock's feather. You'll never trust his word after! come, 'tis a foolish saying.

K. Hen. Your reproof is something too round; I should be angry with you, if the

time were convenient.

Will. Let it be a quarrel between us, if

ve.

K. Hen. I embrace it.

you

That beats upon the high shore of this world,
No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony,
Not all these, laid in bed majestical,
Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave;
Who, with a body fill'd, and vacant mind,
Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful
bread;

Never sees horrid night, the child of hell; Will. How shall I know thee again? But, like a lackey, from the rise to set, K. Hen. Give me any gage of thine, and Sweats in the eye of Phoebus, and all night will wear it in my bonnet: then, if ever thou Sleeps in Elysium: next day, after dawn, darest acknowledge it, I will make it my quar-Doth rise, and help Hyperion to his horse; And follows so the ever-running year

rel.

thine.

Will. Here's my glove; give me another of With profitable labour, to his grave:
And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,
Winding up days with toil, and nights with
sleep,

K. Hen. There.

Will. This will I also wear in my cap if everthou come to me and say, after to-morrow, This is my glove, by this hand, I will take thee a box on the ear.

Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king.
The slave, a member of the country's peace,
Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots,

K. Hen. If ever I live to see it, I will chal-What watch the king keeps to maintain the lenge it.

Will. Thou darest as well be hanged.

K. Hen. Well, I will do it, though I take

thee in the king's company.
Will. Keep thy word: fare thee well.

peace,

Whose hours the peasant best advantages.
Enter ERPINGHAM.

Erp. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your
absence,

Bates. Be friends, you English fools, be Seek through your camp to find you. friends; we have French quarrels enough, if you could tell how to reckon.

K. Hen. Indeed, the French may lay twenty French crowns to one, they will beat us; for they bear them on their shoulders: But it is *I. e Punishment in their native country. To pay here signifies to bring to account, to punish. + Too rough.

K. Hen. Good old knight,
I'll be before thee.
Collect them all together at my tent:

"What is the real worth and intrinsic value of adora

tion."

Farced is stuffed. The tumid puffy titles with which a king's name is introduced. The sun.

Erp. I shall do't, my lord. [Exit. To purge this field of such a hilding* foe; K. Hen. O God of battles! steel my soldiers' Though we, upon this mountain's basis by [now Took stand for idle speculation :

hearts! Possess them not with fear? take from them But that our honours must not. What's to say? The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers, A very little little let us do,

Lord,

Pluck their hearts from them! Not to-day, O And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound The tucket-sonuance, and the note to mount: For our approach shall so much dare the field, That England shall couch down in fear, and yield.

Enter GRANDpre.

Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords o
France?

O not to-day, think not upon the fault
My father made in compassing the crown?
I Richard's body have interred new ;
And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears,
Than from it issued forced drops of blood.
Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,
Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up
Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones,
[priests Ill-favour'dly become the morning field:
Two chantries, where the sad and solemn Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose,
Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do: And our air shakes them passing scornfully.
Though all that I can do, is nothing worth ; Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd
Since that my penitence comes after all,
Imploring pardon.

built

Enter GLOSTER.

Glo. My liege!

host,

And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps.
Their horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks,
With torch-staves in their hand: and their poor
jades

[hips; K Hen. My brother Gloster's voice?-Ay; Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and I know thy errand, I will go with thee: The gum down-roping from their pale-dead The day, my friends, and all things stay for

me.

eyes;

[Exeunt. And in their pale dull mouths the gimmalo bit Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motion. less;

SCENE II.-The French Camp.

Enter DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, RAMBURES, and And their executors, the knavish crows,

Mess. The English are embattled, you French peers.

Con. To horse, you gallant princes! straight to horse!

Do but behold yon poor and starved band,

Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour.
Description cannot suit itself in words,
To demonstrate the life of such a battle
In life so lifeless as it shows itself.

Con. They have said their prayers, and they
stay for death.

Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and
fresh suits,

And give their fasting horses provender,
And after fight with them?

Con. I stay but for my guard; On, to the field!
I will the banner from a trumpet take,
And use it for my haste. Come, come away!
The son is high, and we outwear the day.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III-The English Camp.
Enter the English Host; GLOSTER, Bedford,
EXETER, SALISBURY, and WESTMORELAND.

Glo. Where is the king?

Bed. The king himself is rode to view their

battle.

West. Of fighting men they have full threescore thousand.

Exe. There's five to one; besides, they all are fresh.

Sal. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds.

God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge: And your fair show shall suck away their souls, If we no more meet, till we meet in heaven, Leaving them but the shales and husks of men. Then, joyfully, my noble lord of Bedford,There is not work enough for all our hands; My dear lord Gloster.-and my good lord ExScarce blood enough in all their sickly veins, To give each naked curtle-ax a stain, That our French gallants shall to-day draw out. And sheath for lack of sport: let us but blow on them,

The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them.
'Tis positive gainst all exceptions, lords,
That our superfluous lackeys, and our pea-
Who, in unnecessary action, swarm [sants,-
About our squares of battle,-were enough

* An old encouraging exclamation.
Do them out, extinguish them.

eter,--

And my kind kindsman,-warriors all, adieu ! Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck go with thee!

Ex. Farewell, kind lord; fight valiantly today:

And

yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it, For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour, [Exit SALISBURY.

Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness:, Princely in both.

West. O that we now had here

Enter King HENRY.

But one ten thousand of those men in England,
That do no work to-day!

K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from
England, cousin?

West. God's will, my liege,'would you and
I alone,

Without more help, might fight this battle out!
K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five
thousand men :

K. Hen. What's he, that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland?-No, my fair cou-
If we are mark'd to die, we are enough [sin:
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold: [more. If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,
Not care 1, who doth feed upon my cost; Before thy most assured overthrow:

Which likes me better, than to wish us one.-
You know your places: God be with you all!
Tucket.-Enter MONTJOY.

Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, king Harry,

It yearns* me not, if men my garments wear, For, certainly, thou art so near the gulí,
Such outward things dwell not in my desires: Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in
But, if it be a sin to covet honour,
mercy,

I am the most offending soul alive. [land: The constable desires thee-thou wilt mind*
No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from Eng- Thy followers of repentance; that their souls
God's peace! I would not lose so great an May make a peaceful and a sweet retire
[me, From off these fields, where (wretches) their

honour,

poor bodies

As one man more, methinks, would share from
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one Must lie and fester.

more:

[host.

Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my
That he, which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man's company,
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd---the feast of Crispian :
He that outlives this day, and comes safe
home,

Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He, that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends,
And say-to morrow is Saint Crispian :
Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his

scars,

K. Hen. Who hath sent thee now?
Mont. The Constable of France.

K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer

back;

Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. Good God! why should they mock poor fellows thus ?

The man that once did sell the lion's skin
While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunt-
ing him.

A many of our bodies shall, no doubt,
Find native graves; upon the which I trust,
Shall witness live in brasst of this day's work:
And those that leave their valiant bones in
France,

Dying like men, though buried in your dung-
hills,

And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day. They shall be fram'd; for there the sun shall Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,

But he'll remember, with advantages,

greet them,

And draw their honours reeking up to heaven;

What feats he did that day: Then shall our Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime,

The smell whereof shall breed a plague in

France.

Mark then a bounding valour in our English;
That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing,
Break out into a second course of mischief,
Killing in relapse of mortality

names, Familiar in their mouths as household words,--| Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster. Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd: This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, Let me speak proudly;-Tell the constable, From this day to the ending of the world, We are but warriors for the working day : But we in it shall be remembered: Our gayness, and our gilt, are all besmirch'd We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; With rainy marching in the painful field; For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me, There's not a piece of feather in our host, Shall be my brother: be he ne'er so vile, (Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly,) This day shall gentle his condition: t And time hath worn us into slovenry: And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, But, by the mass, our hearts are to the trim: Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not And my poor soldiers tell me--yet ere night [speaks, They'll be in fresher robes; or they will pluck And hold their manhoods cheap, while any The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

here;

Enter SALISBURY.

Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with

speed:

The French are bravelyt in their battles set,
And will with all expedience charge on us.
K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds

be so

heads,

And turn them out of service. If they do this, (As, if God please, they shall,) my ransom then

Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour;

Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald ; They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints:

West. Perish the man, whose mind is back-Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them,

Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare theel well:

Thou never shalt hear herald any more. [Exit.
K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again
for ransom.

Enter the Duke of YORK.
York. My lord, most humbly on my knee
The leading of the vaward.*
K. Hen. Take it, brave York.--Now,
diers, march away :-

[beg

Pist. Tell him,-my fury shall abate, and I The crowns will take.

Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il?

Boy Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de pardonner aucun prisonnier : neantmoins, pour les escus que vous l'avez promis, il est content de vous donner la liberté, le franchisement.

Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille sol-remerciemens: et je m'estime heureux que je suis tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense,

le

And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day plus brave, valiant, et tres distingué seigneur d'Angleterre. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV-The Field of Battle. Alarums: Excursions. Enter FRENCH SOLDIER, PISTOL, and Boy.

Pist. Yield, cur.

Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme de Bonne qualité.

Pist. Expound unto me, boy.

Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand thanks: and he esteems himself happy that he hath fallen into the hands of (as he thinks) the most brave, valorous, and thriceworthy signieur of England.

Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.

Pist. Quality, call you me ?-Construe me, Follow me, cur. art thou a gentleman? What is thy name? discuss.

Fr. Sol. O signeur Dieu!

man:

[mark ;

[Exit PISTOL. Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine. [Exit FRENCH SOLDIER. I did never know so full a voice issue from so

Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a gentle-empty a heart but the saying is true,-The empty vessel makes the greatest sound. BarPrepend my words, O signieur Dew, and dolph, and Nym. had ten times more valour O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox,t Except, O signieur, thou do give to me Egregious ransom.

Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde! ayez pitié de

moy!

Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty

Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat,
Offer'st me brass?

Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy!

Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of
moys?||-

Come hither, boy; Ask me this slave in French.
What is his name.

Boy. Escoutes; Comment estes vous appelle?
Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer.

Boy. He says his name is-master Fer.
Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk
him, and ferret him ;-discuss the same in
French unto him.

Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and firk.

Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat.

Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur ?

Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous faites vous prest; car de soldat icy est disposé tout a cette heure de couper vostre gorge.

Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant, Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns; Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.

Let us die instant. Once more back again;
And he that will not follow Bourbon now,
Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand,
Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door,
Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog,t
His fairest daughter is contaminate,

Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend

us now!

Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie pour l'amour de Dieu, me pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison: gardez ma vie, et je vous don-Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives neray drux cents escus.

Pist. What are his words?

Unto these English, or else die with fame. Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, Boy He prays you to save his life: he is a To smother up the English in our throngs, gentleman of a good house; and, for his ran-If any order might be thought upon. som, he will give you two hundred crowns.

SCENE IV.-Another part of the Field. Alarums. Enter King HENRY and Forces ; EXETER, and others.

Gow. I think, Alexander the great was born in Macedon; his father was called-Philip of Macedon, as I take it.

K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant! Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where AlexJander is porn. I tell you, captain,-If you look countrymen : But all's not done, yet keep the French the field. in the maps of the 'orld, I warrant you shall Exe. The duke of York commends him to find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations, look you, is your majesty.

K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle? thrice, with-both alike. There is a river in Macedon : and

in this hour,

I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting
From helmet to the spur, all blood he was.
Exe. In which array, (brave soldier,) doth

he lie,

Larding the plain and by his bloody side,
(Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,)
The noble earl of Suffolk also lies.

Suffolk first died, and York, all haggled over,
Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd,
And takes him by the beard; kisses the gashes,
That bloodily did yawn upon his face;
And cries aloud.-Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk!
My soul shall thine keep company to heaven:
Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly a-breast;
As, in this glorious and well foughten field,
W kept together in our chivalry!
Upon these words I came and cheer'd him up:
He smil'd me in the face, raught me his hand,
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, espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd
A testament of noble-ending love.
The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd
Those waters from me, which I would have
stopp'd;

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

K. Hen. I blame you not;

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 reinforc'd their scatter'd

men:

Then every soldier kill his prisoners:
Give the word through.

there is also moreover a river at Monmouth: of my prains. what is the name of the other it is called Wye, at Monmouth: but it is out is to my fingers, and there is salmons in river; but 'tis all one, 'tis so like as my fingers 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 know,) in his rages, and his furies, and his things. Alexander (God knows, and you his displeasures, and his indignations, and also wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and his ales and his angers, look you, kill his pest being a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in friend, Clytus.

Gow. Our king is not like him in that; he never killed any of his friends.

take tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an
Flu. Is it not well done, mark you now. to
end and finished.
and comparisons of it: As Alexander is kill
I speak but in the figures
his friend Clytus, being in his ales and his
wits and his goot judgements, is turn away the
cups; so also Harry Monmouth, being in right
fat knight with the great pelly-doublet: he
was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and
mocks; I am forget his name.

Gow. Sir John Falstaff.

Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there is goot men born at Monmouth.

Gow. Here comes his majesty.

Alarum. Enter King HENRY, with a part of the
English Forces; WARWICK, GLOSTER, EX-
ETER, and others.

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,
[Exeunt. 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;

have;

SCENE VII-Another part of the Field. Alarums. Enter FLUELLEN aud Gower. Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we expressly against the law of arms: 'tis as ar-And not a man of them, that we shall take. rant a piece of knavery mark you now, as can Shall taste our mercy :-Go, and tell them so. be offered, in the 'orld: 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, have 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 prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a gallant king!

Flu. Ay, 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, or the magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the phrase is a little variations. * Reached.

I

Enter MONTJOY.

Exe. Here comes the hera ld of the French my liege.

Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to

be.

K. Hen How now, what means this, herald? know'st thou not, That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ran[som? Com'st thou again for ransom ? Mont. No, great king:

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

* Fco.