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Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up :
And gave me up to tears.
I blame you not;
SCENE VII.-Another Part of the Field.
Alarums. Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER. Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis expressly against the law of arms : 'tis as arrant a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be offered : 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.
Gow. I think Alexander the great was born in 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 shall 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 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 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 and finished. I speak but in the figures and comparisons of it: as Alexander killed his friend Clytus, being in his ales and his cups ; so also Harry Monmouth, being in his right wits and his good judgments, turned away the fat knight with the great pelly-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 goot men porn at Monmouth.
Gow. Here comes his majesty.
GLOSTER, EXETER, and others.
Until this instant.—Take a trumpet, herald ;
Shall taste our mercy :-go, and tell them so.
Enter Montjoy. 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?
No, great king :
That we may wander o'er this bloody field,
Of their dead bodies !
I tell thee truly, herald,
And gallop o'er the field.
The day is yours.
What is this castle call’d, that stands hard by?
Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus. 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 majesties is remembered 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 believe, your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon Saint 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 Wye cannot wash your majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that: Got pless it, and preserve it, as long as it pleases his grace, and his majesty too!
K. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman.
Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's countryman, I care not who know it; I will confess it to all the 'orld: I need not to be ashamed of your majesty, praised be God, so long as your majesty is an honest man.
K. He. God keep me so !–Our heralds go with him :
Bring me just notice of the numbers dead,
[Points to WILLIAMS. Exeunt MONTJOY and others. Exe. Soldier, you must come to the king. 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 swaggered with me, last night; who, if 'a live, and ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to 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 : if he be perjured, see you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain, and a Jack-sauce, as ever his plack shoe trod upon Got's ground and his earth, in my conscience, la.
K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meet'st the fellow.
Flu. Gower is a goot captain, and is good knowledge and literature in the wars.
K. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier.
. K. Hen. Here, Fluellen ; wear thou this avour for me, and stick it in thy cap: when Alençon and myself were down together, I plucked 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 me love.
Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as can be desired in the hearts of his subjects: I would fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall find himself aggriefed at this glove, that is all; but I would fain see it once, an please Got of his grace, that I might see.
K. Hen. Knowest thou Gower ?
K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to my tent.
[Exit. K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, and my brother Gloster,
•Follow Fluellen closely at the heels :
SCENE VIII.—Before KING HENRY's Pavilion.
Enter Gower and WILLIAMS. Will. I warrant it is to knight you, captain.
Enter FLUELLEN, Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I peseech you now, come apace to the king: there is more goot toward you, peradventure, than is in your knowledge to dream of.
Will. Sir, know you this glove?
[Strikes him. Fiu. 'Sblood! an arrant traitor, as any's in the universal ’orld, or in France, or in England.
Gow. How now, Sir! you villain !
think I'll be forsworn ? Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give treason his payment into plows, I warrant you.
Will. I am no traitor. Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.—I charge you in his majesty's name, apprehend him: he is a friend of the duke Alençon’s.
Enter WARWICK and GLOSTER. War. How now, how now! what's the matter? Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is, praised be Got for it! a most contagious treason come to light, look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day.--Here is his majesty.
Enter KING HENRY and ExerER. K. Hen. How now! what's the matter?