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Upon his Royall Face there is no note,
How dread an Army hath enrounded him;
Nor doth he dedicate one jot of Colour
Unto the wearie and all-watched Night:
But freshly lookes, and over-beares Attaint,
With chearefull semblance, and sweet Majestie:
That every Wretch, pining and pale before,
Beholding him, plucks comfort from his Lookes.
A Largesse universall, like the Sunne,
His liberall Eye doth give to every one,
Thawing cold feare, that meane and gentle all
Behold, as may unworthinesse define.
A little touch of Harry in the Night,
And so our Scene must to the Battaile flye:
Where, O for pitty, we shall much disgrace,
With foure or five most vile and ragged foyles,
(Right ill dispos'd, in brawle ridiculous)
The Name of Agincourt: Yet sit and see,
Minding true things, by what their Mock'ries bee.

Exit.

[Scene i. The English camp at Agincourt.]

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Enter the King, Bedford, and Gloucester.
King. Gloster, 'tis true that we are in great danger,
The greater therefore should our Courage be.
God morrow Brother Bedford: God Almightie,
There is some soule of goodnesse in things evill,
Would men observingly distill it out.

For our bad Neighbour makes us early stirrers,
Which is both healthfull, and good husbandry.
Besides, they are our outward Consciences,

4. God morrow: Good morrow-RowE.

And Preachers to us all; admonishing,
That we should dresse us fairely for our end.
Thus may we gather Honey from the Weed,
And make a Morall of the Divell himselfe.

Enter Erpingham.

Good morrow old Sir Thomas Erpingham:
A good soft Pillow for that good white Head,
Were better then a churlish turfe of France.

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Erping. Not so my Liege, this Lodging likes me better, Since I may say, now lye I like a King.

King. 'Tis good for men to love their present paines, Upon example, so the Spirit is eased:

And when the Mind is quickned, out of doubt
The Organs, though defunct and dead before,
Breake up their drowsie Grave, and newly move
With casted slough, and fresh legeritie.1

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1 lightness

Lend me thy Cloake Sir Thomas: Brothers both,
Commend me to the Princes in our Campe;

Doe my good morrow to them, and anon
Desire them all to my Pavillion.

Gloster. We shall, my Liege.

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Erping. Shall I attend your Grace?

King. No, my good Knight:

Goe with my Brothers to my Lords of England:

I and my Bosome must debate a while,

And then I would no other company.

Erping. The Lord in Heaven blesse thee, Noble Harry. Exeunt [all but King]. King. God a mercy old Heart, thou speak'st chearefully.

Enter Pistoll.

Pist. Che vous la?

40. Che vous la: Qui va là-RowE.

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King. A friend.

Pist. Discusse unto me, art thou Officer, or art thou base, common, and popular?

King. I am a Gentleman of a Company.

Pist. Trayl'st thou the puissant Pyke?

King. Even so: what are you?

Pist. As good a Gentleman as the Emperor.
King. Then you are a better then the King.

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Pist. The King's a Bawcock, and a Heart of Gold, a Lad of Life, an Impe of Fame, of Parents good, of Fist most valiant: I kisse his durtie shooe, and from heartstring I love the lovely Bully. What is thy Name? King. Harry le Roy.

Pist. Le Roy? a Cornish Name: art thou of Cornish Crew?

King. No, I am a Welchman.

Pist. Know'st thou Fluellen?

King. Yes.

Pist. Tell him Ile knock his Leeke about his Pate upon S. Davies day.

King. Doe not you weare your Dagger in your Cappe that day, least he knock that about yours.

Pist. Art thou his friend?

King. And his Kinsman too.

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Pist. The Figo for thee then.

King. I thanke you: God be with you.

Pist. My name is Pistol call'd.

Exit.

King. It sorts well with your fiercenesse.

Manet King.

42-3. 2 11. ending officer, popular-POPE.

49-52. 5 11. ending gold, fame, valiant, string, name-POPE.

58-9. 2 11. ending Pate, day-POPE.

Enter Fluellen and Gower.

Gower. Captaine Fluellen.

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Flu. 'So, in the Name of Jesu Christ, speake fewer: it is the greatest admiration in the universall World, when the true and aunchient Prerogatifes and Lawes of the Warres is not kept: if you would take the paines but to examine the Warres of Pompey the Great, you shall finde, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle tadle nor pibble bable in Pompeyes Campe: I warrant you, you shall finde the Ceremonies of the Warres, and the Cares of it, and the Formes of it, and the Sobrietie of it, and the Modestie of it, to be otherwise.

80 Gower. Why the Enemie is lowd, you heare him all Night.

Flu. If the Enemie is an Asse and a Foole, and a prating Coxcombe; is it meet, thinke you, that wee should also, looke you, be an Asse and a Foole, and a prating Coxcombe, in your owne conscience now?

Gow. I will speake lower.

Flu. I pray you, and beseech you, that you will. Exit. King. Though it appeare a little out of fashion, There is much care and valour in this Welchman. 90 Enter three Souldiers, John Bates, Alexander Court, and Michael Williams.

Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the Morning which breakes yonder?

Bates. I thinke it be: but wee have no great cause to desire the approach of day.

Williams. Wee see yonder the beginning of the day, but I thinke wee shall never see the end of it. Who goes there?

71. fewer: lower-32.

76-7. bable: pabble-THEOBALD.

King. A Friend.

Williams. Under what Captaine serve you?
King. Under Sir John Erpingham.

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Williams. A good old Commander, and a most kinde Gentleman: I pray you, what thinkes he of our estate? King. Even as men wrackt upon a Sand, that looke to be washt off the next Tyde.

Bates. He hath not told his thought to the King?

King. No: nor it is not meet he should: for though I speake it to you, I thinke the King is but a man, as I am: the Violet smells to him, as it doth to me; the Element shewes to him, as it doth to me; all his Sences have but humane Conditions: his Ceremonies layd by, in his Nakednesse he appeares but a man; and though his affections are higher mounted then ours, yet when they stoupe, they stoupe with the like wing: therefore, when he sees reason of feares, as we doe; his feares, out of doubt, be of the same rellish as ours are: yet in reason, no man should possesse him with any appearance of feare; least hee, by shewing it, should dis-hearten his Army.

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Bates. He may shew what outward courage he will: but I beleeve, as cold a Night as 'tis, hee could wish himselfe in Thames up to the Neck; and so I would he were, and I by him, at all adventures, so we were quit here.

King. By my troth, I will speake my conscience of the King: I thinke hee would not wish himselfe any where, but where hee is.

Bates. Then I would he were here alone;so should he be sure to be ransomed, and a many poore mens lives saved. King. I dare say, you love him not so ill, to wish him here alone: howsoever you speake this to feele other

102. John: Thomas-2POPE.

105. wrackt: wrecked-2THEOBALD.

112. bumane: human-Rowe.

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