DUKE OF YORK, Cousin to the King. CHARLES THE SIXTH, King of France. DUKES OF BURGUNDY, ORLEANS, and BOURBON RAMBURES, and GRANDPREE, French Lords. EARLS OF SALISBURY, WESTMORELAND, and GOVERNOR OF HARFLEUR. MONTJOY, a French Herald. AMBASSADORS to the King of England. ISABEL, Queen of France. KATHARINE, Daughter of Charles and Isabel. ALICE, a Lady attending on the Princess Katharine. QUICKLY, Pistol's Wife, a Hostess. Lords, Ladies, Officers, French and English Soldiers, Messengers, and Attendants. The SCENE, at the beginning of the Play, lies in England; but afterwards wholly in France. and fire, Enter CHоrus. O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, [all, Crouch for employment. But pardon, gentles The flat unraised spirit, that hath dar'd, On this unworthy scaffold, to bring forth So great an object: Can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? or may we cram Within this wooden O, the very casques,t That did affright the air at Agincourt? O, pardon! since a crooked figure may Attest, in little place, a million; And let us, ciphers to this great accompt, On your imaginary forces; work: Suppose, within the girdle of these walls Are now confin'd two mighty monarchies, Whose high upreared and abutting fronts The perilous, narrow ocean parts asunder. Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance: [them Think, when we talk of horses, that you see Printing their proud hoofs i'the receiving earth: For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times; Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hour glass; For the which supply, Admit me chorus to this history; [pray, Who, prologue-like, your humble patience Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play. An ailusion to the circular form of the theatre + Helmets + Powers of fancy. ACT I. SCENE I.-London.-An Antichamber in the King's Palace. Enter the Archbishop of CANTERBURY, and Bishop of ELY. Cant. My lord, I'll tell you,-that self bill is Which, in the eleventh year o'the last king's urg'd, [reign Was like, and had indeed against us pass'd, But that the scambling and unquiet time Did push it out of further question.* Ely. But how, my lord, shall we resist it now? Cant. It must be thought on. If it pass against us, We lose the better half of our possession: Full fifteen earls, and fifteen hundred knights; Of indigent faint souls, past corporal toil, Cant. "Twould drink the cup and all. Cant. The king is full of grace, and fair regard. Ely. And a true lover of the holy church. Cant. The courses of his youth promis'd it not. The breath no sooner left his father's body, • Ditate. But that his wildness, mortified in him, Seem'd to die too: yea, at that very moment, Consideration like an angel came, And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him; To envelop and contain celestial spirits. Ely. We are blessed in the change. Cant. Hear him but reason in divinity, And, all-admiring, with an inward wish You would desire, the king were made a prelate: Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs, You would say,-it hath been all-in-all his study: List his discourse of war, and you shall hear Since his addiction was to courses vain: Ely. The strawberry grows underneath the And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best, Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality: And so the prince obscur'd his contemplation Under the veil of wildness; which, no doubt, Grew like summer grass, fastest by night, Unseen, yet crescives in his faculty. Cant. It must be so: for miracles are ceas'd; And therefore we must needs admit the means, How things are perfected. Ely. But, my good lord, How now for mitigation of this bill Cant. He seems indifferent; Ely. How did this offer seem receiv'd, my Cant. With good acceptance of his majesty; Save, that there was not time enough to hear (As, I perceiv'd, his grace would fain have done,) The severals, and unhidden passages, Deriv'd from Edward, his great grandfather. Cant. The French ambassador, upon that in stant, Crav'd audience: and the hour I think, is come, Cant. Then go we in, to know his embassy; Which I could, with a ready guess, declare, Before the Frenchman speak a word of it. Ely. I'll wait upon you; and I long to hear it. [Exeunt. SCENE 11.-The sume.-A Room of State in the same. Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, Bedford, ExeTER, WARWICK, WESTMORELAND, and Atten dants. K. Hen. Where is my gracious lord of Canterbury? Exe. Not here in presence. K. Hen. Send for him, good uncle. West. Shall we call in the ambassador, my liege? K. Hen. Not yet, my cousin; we would be resolv'd, Before we hear him, of some things of weight, That task our thoughts, concerning us and France. Enter the Archbishop of CANTERBURY, and Bishop of ELY. Cant. God, and his angels, guard your And make you long become it! sacred throne, K. Hen. Sure, we thank you. Or nicely charge your understanding soul Of what your reverence shall incite us to: person, How you awake the sleeping sword of war; We charge you in the name of God, take heed: For never two such kingdoms did contend, Without much fall of blood; whose guiltless drops Are every one a woe, a sore complaint, That make such waste in brief mortality. Cant. Then hear me, gracious sovereign, and you peers, That owe your lives, your faith, and services, To this imperial throne;-There is no bar To make against your highness' claim to France, [mond,But this, which they produce from PharaIn terram Salicam mulieres nè succedant, No woman shall succeed in Salique land: Which Salique land the French unjustly gloze, * Spurious. To be the realm of France, and Pharamond There left behind and settled certain French; To fine his title with some show of truth, Convey'd himself as heir to the lady Lingare, Who was sole heir to the usurper Capet, Cant. The sin upon my head, dread sovereign! For in the book of Numbers is it writ,When the son dies, let the inheritance Descend unto the daughter. Gracious lord, Stand for your own; unwind your bloody flag; Look back unto your mighty ancestors: Go, my dread lord, to your great grandsire's tomb, [spirit, From whom you claim; invoke his warlike And your great uncle's, Edward the black prince; Who on the French ground play'd a tragedy, Making defeat on the full power of Fra Ely. Awake remembrance of these valiant dead, And with your puissant arm renew their feats: You are their heir, you sit upon their throne; The blood end courage, that renowned them, Runs in vir veins; and my thrice-puissant Is in the very May-morn of his youth, [liege Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprizes. Exe. Your brother kings and monarchs of the carth Do all expect that you should rouse yourself, As did the former lions of your blood. West. They know, your grace hath cause, and means, and might; So hath your highness; never king of England Had nobles richer, and more loyal subjects; Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England, liege, And lie pavilion'd in the fields of France. K. Hen. We must not only arm to invade the French; But lay down our proportions to defend Against the Scot, who will make road upon us With all advantages. Cant. They of those marches, gracious soShall be a wall sufficient to defend [vereign, Our inland from the pelfering borderers. K. Hen. We do not mean the coursing snat chers only, But fear the main intendment‡ of the Scot Cant. She hath been then more fear'd than harm'd, my liege: For hear her but exampled by herself,- As is the ooze and bottom of the sea 1 For once the eagle England being in prey, eggs; Playing the mouse, in absence of the cat, Exe. It follows then, the cat must stay at Yet that is but a curs'd necessity; [home: Since we have locks to safeguard necessaries, And pretty traps to catch the petty thieves. While that the armed hand doth fight abroad, The advised head defends itself at home: For government, though high, and low, and lower, Put into parts, doth keep in one concent;* Cant. True: therefore doth heaven divide The lazy yawning drone. I this infer,- [home As many several ways meet in one town; Divide your happy England into four; K. Hen. Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin. [Exit an Attendant. The KING ascends his Throne. Now are we well resolv'd: and,-by God's help; And yours, the noble sinews of our power,France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe, Or break it all to pieces: Or there we'll sit, Ruling, in large and ample empery,¶ [doms; O'er France, and all her almost kingly dukeOr lay these bones in an unworthy urn, Tombless, with no remembrance over them: Either our history shall, with full mouth, Speak freely of our acts; or else our grave, Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth, Not worship'd with a waxen epitaph. + Agreeing. : Different degrees. Executioners. Dominion. * Harmony. Sober, grave. Of our fair cousin Dauphin; for, we hear, Or shall we sparingly show you far off king; Amb. Thus then, in few. Your highness, lately sending into France, Did claim some certain dukedoms, in the right Of your great predecessor, king Edward the third. [ter In answer of which claim, the prince our mas- K. Hen. What treasure, uncle? K. Hen. We are glad, the Dauphin is so pleasant with us; [for: His present, and your pains, we thank you When we have match'd our rackets to these wrangler, That all the courts of France will be disturb'd But tell the Dauphin,-I will keep my state; soul Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful venThat shall fly with them: for many a thousand widows Shall this his mock mock out of their dear hus[bands; Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down; Exe. This was a merry message. at it. K. Hen. We hope to make the sender blush [Descends from his Throne. Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour, That may give furtherance to our expedition: For we have now no thought in us but France; Save those to God, that run before our business. Therefore, let our proportions for these wars Be soon collected; and all things thought upon, That may, with reasonable swiftness, add More feathers to our wings; for, God before, We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door. Therefore, let every man now task his thought, That this fair action may on foot be brought. [Exeunt. ACT II. Enter CHORUS. Chor. Now all the youth of England are on fire, And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies; men, ton. Linger your patience on; and well digest The abuse of distance, while we force a play. The sum is paid; the traitors are agreed; The king is set from London; and the scene is now transported, gentles, to Southampton: There is the playhouse now, there must you sit: nd thence to France shall we convey you safe, And bring you back, charming the narrow seas To give you gentle pass; for, if we may, We'll not offend one stomach with our play. Iden money. SCENE I.-The same.-Eastcheap. Enter NYM and BARDOLPH. Bard. Well met, corporal Nym. Nym. Good morrow, lieutenant Bardolph. friends yet? Bard. What, are ancient Pistol and you Nym. For my part, I care not: I say little: smiles;-but that shall be as it may. I dare but when time shall serve, there shall be not fight; but I will wink, and hold out mine iron: It is a simple one: but what though? it another man's sword will: and there's the huwill toast cheese; and it will endure cold as mour of it. friends; and we'll be all three sworn brothers Bard. I will bestow a breakfast, to make you to France; let it be so, good corporal Nym. Nym. 'Faith, I will live so long as I may, any longer, I will do as I may: that is my that's the certain of it; and when I cannot live rest,* that is the rendezvous of it. Bard. It is certain, corporal, that he is married to Nell Quickly: and, certainly, she did you wrong; for you were troth-plight to her. Nym. I cannot tell; things must be as they may: men may sleep, and they may have their throats about them at that time; and, some say, knives have edges. It must be as it may: though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod. There must be conclusions. Well, I cannot tell. Enter PISTOL and Mrs. QUICKLY. Bard. Here comes ancient Pistol, and his wife:-good corporal, be patient here.-How now, mine host Pistol? Pist. Base tike,† call'st thou me-host? Now, by this hand I swear, I scorn the term; Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers. Quick. No, by my troth, not long: for we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen, that live honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will be thought we keep a bawdy-house straight. [NYM draws his sword.] O well-a-day, Lady, if he be not drawn now! O Lord! here's corporal Nym's now shall we have wilful adultery and murder committed. Good lieutenant Bardolph,good corporal, offer nothing here. Nym. Pish! Pist. Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prickeared cur of Iceland! Quick. Good corporal Nym, show the valour of a man, and put up thy sword. Nym. Will you shog off? I would have you solus. [Sheathing his sword. Pist. Solus, egregious dog? O viper vile! The solus in thy most marvellous face; The solus in thy teeth, and in thy throat, And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy ;+ And, which is worse, within thy nasty month. Nym. I am not Barbason;§ you cannot coujure me. I have a humour to knock you indifferently well: If you grow foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my rapier, as may, in fair terms: if you would walk off, I |