PROLOGUEEnter ChorusChorusO 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 and fire
Crouch for employment. But pardon, and gentles all,
The flat unraised spirits that have dared
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
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 confined 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 on man,
And make imaginary puissance;
Think when we talk of horses, that you see them
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;
Who prologue-like your humble patience pray,
Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.
SCENE I. London. An ante-chamber in the KING'S palace.Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY, and the BISHOP OF ELYCANTERBURYMy lord, I'll tell you; that self bill is urged,ELY
Which in the eleventh year of the last king's reign
Was like, and had indeed against us pass'd,
But that the scambling and unquiet time
Did push it out of farther question.
But how, my lord, shall we resist it now?CANTERBURY
It must be thought on. If it pass against us,ELY
We lose the better half of our possession:
For all the temporal lands which men devout
By testament have given to the church
Would they strip from us; being valued thus:
As much as would maintain, to the king's honour,
Full fifteen earls and fifteen hundred knights,
Six thousand and two hundred good esquires;
And, to relief of lazars and weak age,
Of indigent faint souls past corporal toil.
A hundred almshouses right well supplied;
And to the coffers of the king beside,
A thousand pounds by the year: thus runs the bill.
This would drink deep.CANTERBURY
'Twould drink the cup and all.ELY
But what prevention?CANTERBURY
The king is full of grace and fair regard.ELY
And a true lover of the holy church.CANTERBURY
The courses of his youth promised it not.ELY
The breath no sooner left his father's body,
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,
Leaving his body as a paradise,
To envelop and contain celestial spirits.
Never was such a sudden scholar made;
Never came reformation in a flood,
With such a heady currance, scouring faults
Nor never Hydra-headed wilfulness
So soon did lose his seat and all at once
As in this king.
We are blessed in the change.CANTERBURY
Hear him but reason in divinity,ELY
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
A fearful battle render'd you in music:
Turn him to any cause of policy,
The Gordian knot of it he will unloose,
Familiar as his garter: that, when he speaks,
The air, a charter'd libertine, is still,
And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears,
To steal his sweet and honey'd sentences;
So that the art and practic part of life
Must be the mistress to this theoric:
Which is a wonder how his grace should glean it,
Since his addiction was to courses vain,
His companies unletter'd, rude and shallow,
His hours fill'd up with riots, banquets, sports,
And never noted in him any study,
Any retirement, any sequestration
From open haunts and popularity.
The strawberry grows underneath the nettleCANTERBURY
And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best
Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality:
And so the prince obscured his contemplation
Under the veil of wildness; which, no doubt,
Grew like the summer grass, fastest by night,
Unseen, yet crescive in his faculty.
It must be so; for miracles are ceased;ELY
And therefore we must needs admit the means
How things are perfected.
But, my good lord,CANTERBURY
How now for mitigation of this bill
Urged by the commons? Doth his majesty
Incline to it, or no?
He seems indifferent,ELY
Or rather swaying more upon our part
Than cherishing the exhibiters against us;
For I have made an offer to his majesty,
Upon our spiritual convocation
And in regard of causes now in hand,
Which I have open'd to his grace at large,
As touching France, to give a greater sum
Than ever at one time the clergy yet
Did to his predecessors part withal.
How did this offer seem received, my lord?CANTERBURY
With good acceptance of his majesty;ELY
Save that there was not time enough to hear,
As I perceived his grace would fain have done,
The severals and unhidden passages
Of his true titles to some certain dukedoms
And generally to the crown and seat of France
Derived from Edward, his great-grandfather.
What was the impediment that broke this off?CANTERBURY
The French ambassador upon that instantELY
Craved audience; and the hour, I think, is come
To give him hearing: is it four o'clock?
Then go we in, to know his embassy;ELY
Which I could with a ready guess declare,
Before the Frenchman speak a word of it.
I'll wait upon you, and I long to hear it.
SCENE II. The same. The Presence chamber.Enter KING HENRY V, GLOUCESTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, WARWICK, WESTMORELAND, and AttendantsKING HENRY VWhere is my gracious Lord of Canterbury?EXETER
Not here in presence.KING HENRY V
Send for him, good uncle.WESTMORELAND
Shall we call in the ambassador, my liege?KING HENRY V
Not yet, my cousin: we would be resolved,CANTERBURY
Before we hear him, of some things of weight
That task our thoughts, concerning us and France.
Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY, and the BISHOP of ELYGod and his angels guard your sacred throneKING HENRY V
And make you long become it!
Sure, we thank you.CANTERBURY
My learned lord, we pray you to proceed
And justly and religiously unfold
Why the law Salique that they have in France
Or should, or should not, bar us in our claim:
And God forbid, my dear and faithful lord,
That you should fashion, wrest, or bow your reading,
Or nicely charge your understanding soul
With opening titles miscreate, whose right
Suits not in native colours with the truth;
For God doth know how many now in health
Shall drop their blood in approbation
Of what your reverence shall incite us to.
Therefore take heed how you impawn our person,
How you awake our 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
'Gainst him whose wrong gives edge unto the swords
That make such waste in brief mortality.
Under this conjuration, speak, my lord;
For we will hear, note and believe in heart
That what you speak is in your conscience wash'd
As pure as sin with baptism.
Then hear me, gracious sovereign, and you peers,KING HENRY V
That owe yourselves, your lives and services
To this imperial throne. There is no bar
To make against your highness' claim to France
But this, which they produce from Pharamond,
'In terram Salicam mulieres ne succedant:'
'No woman shall succeed in Salique land:'
Which Salique land the French unjustly gloze
To be the realm of France, and Pharamond
The founder of this law and female bar.
Yet their own authors faithfully affirm
That the land Salique is in Germany,
Between the floods of Sala and of Elbe;
Where Charles the Great, having subdued the Saxons,
There left behind and settled certain French;
Who, holding in disdain the German women
For some dishonest manners of their life,
Establish'd then this law; to wit, no female
Should be inheritrix in Salique land:
Which Salique, as I said, 'twixt Elbe and Sala,
Is at this day in Germany call'd Meisen.
Then doth it well appear that Salique law
Was not devised for the realm of France:
Nor did the French possess the Salique land
Until four hundred one and twenty years
After defunction of King Pharamond,
Idly supposed the founder of this law;
Who died within the year of our redemption
Four hundred twenty-six; and Charles the Great
Subdued the Saxons, and did seat the French
Beyond the river Sala, in the year
Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say,
King Pepin, which deposed Childeric,
Did, as heir general, being descended
Of Blithild, which was daughter to King Clothair,
Make claim and title to the crown of France.
Hugh Capet also, who usurped the crown
Of Charles the duke of Lorraine, sole heir male
Of the true line and stock of Charles the Great,
To find his title with some shows of truth,
'Through, in pure truth, it was corrupt and naught,
Convey'd himself as heir to the Lady Lingare,
Daughter to Charlemain, who was the son
To Lewis the emperor, and Lewis the son
Of Charles the Great. Also King Lewis the Tenth,
Who was sole heir to the usurper Capet,
Could not keep quiet in his conscience,
Wearing the crown of France, till satisfied
That fair Queen Isabel, his grandmother,
Was lineal of the Lady Ermengare,
Daughter to Charles the foresaid duke of Lorraine:
By the which marriage the line of Charles the Great
Was re-united to the crown of France.
So that, as clear as is the summer's sun.
King Pepin's title and Hugh Capet's claim,
King Lewis his satisfaction, all appear
To hold in right and title of the female:
So do the kings of France unto this day;
Howbeit they would hold up this Salique law
To bar your highness claiming from the female,
And rather choose to hide them in a net
Than amply to imbar their crooked titles
Usurp'd from you and your progenitors.
May I with right and conscience make this claim?CANTERBURY
The sin upon my head, dread sovereign!ELY
For in the book of Numbers is it writ,
When the man dies, let the inheritance
Descend unto the daughter. Gracious lord,
Stand for your own; unwind your bloody flag;
Look back into your mighty ancestors:
Go, my dread lord, to your great-grandsire's tomb,
From whom you claim; invoke his warlike spirit,
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 France,
Whiles his most mighty father on a hill
Stood smiling to behold his lion's whelp
Forage in blood of French nobility.
O noble English. that could entertain
With half their forces the full Pride of France
And let another half stand laughing by,
All out of work and cold for action!
Awake remembrance of these valiant deadEXETER
And with your puissant arm renew their feats:
You are their heir; you sit upon their throne;
The blood and courage that renowned them
Runs in your veins; and my thrice-puissant liege
Is in the very May-morn of his youth,
Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises.
Your brother kings and monarchs of the earthWESTMORELAND
Do all expect that you should rouse yourself,
As did the former lions of your blood.
They know your grace hath cause and means and might;CANTERBURY
So hath your highness; never king of England
Had nobles richer and more loyal subjects,
Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England
And lie pavilion'd in the fields of France.
O, let their bodies follow, my dear liege,KING HENRY V
With blood and sword and fire to win your right;
In aid whereof we of the spiritualty
Will raise your highness such a mighty sum
As never did the clergy at one time
Bring in to any of your ancestors.
We must not only arm to invade the French,CANTERBURY
But lay down our proportions to defend
Against the Scot, who will make road upon us
With all advantages.
They of those marches, gracious sovereign,KING HENRY V
Shall be a wall sufficient to defend
Our inland from the pilfering borderers.
We do not mean the coursing snatchers only,CANTERBURY
But fear the main intendment of the Scot,
Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to us;
For you shall read that my great-grandfather
Never went with his forces into France
But that the Scot on his unfurnish'd kingdom
Came pouring, like the tide into a breach,
With ample and brim fulness of his force,
Galling the gleaned land with hot assays,
Girding with grievous siege castles and towns;
That England, being empty of defence,
Hath shook and trembled at the ill neighbourhood.
She hath been then more fear'd than harm'd, my liege;WESTMORELAND
For hear her but exampled by herself:
When all her chivalry hath been in France
And she a mourning widow of her nobles,
She hath herself not only well defended
But taken and impounded as a stray
The King of Scots; whom she did send to France,
To fill King Edward's fame with prisoner kings
And make her chronicle as rich with praise
As is the ooze and bottom of the sea
With sunken wreck and sunless treasuries.
But there's a saying very old and true,EXETER
'If that you will France win,
Then with Scotland first begin:'
For once the eagle England being in prey,
To her unguarded nest the weasel Scot
Comes sneaking and so sucks her princely eggs,
Playing the mouse in absence of the cat,
To tear and havoc more than she can eat.
It follows then the cat must stay at home:CANTERBURY
Yet that is but a crush'd necessity,
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 consent,
Congreeing in a full and natural close,
Therefore doth heaven divideKING HENRY V
The state of man in divers functions,
Setting endeavour in continual motion;
To which is fixed, as an aim or butt,
Obedience: for so work the honey-bees,
Creatures that by a rule in nature teach
The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
They have a king and officers of sorts;
Where some, like magistrates, correct at home,
Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad,
Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings,
Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds,
Which pillage they with merry march bring home
To the tent-royal of their emperor;
Who, busied in his majesty, surveys
The singing masons building roofs of gold,
The civil citizens kneading up the honey,
The poor mechanic porters crowding in
Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate,
The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,
Delivering o'er to executors pale
The lazy yawning drone. I this infer,
That many things, having full reference
To one consent, may work contrariously:
As many arrows, loosed several ways,
Come to one mark; as many ways meet in one town;
As many fresh streams meet in one salt sea;
As many lines close in the dial's centre;
So may a thousand actions, once afoot.
End in one purpose, and be all well borne
Without defeat. Therefore to France, my liege.
Divide your happy England into four;
Whereof take you one quarter into France,
And you withal shall make all Gallia shake.
If we, with thrice such powers left at home,
Cannot defend our own doors from the dog,
Let us be worried and our nation lose
The name of hardiness and policy.
Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin.First Ambassador
Exeunt some AttendantsNow are we well resolved; 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
O'er France and all her almost kingly dukedoms,
Or 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 worshipp'd with a waxen epitaph.
Enter Ambassadors of FranceNow are we well prepared to know the pleasure
Of our fair cousin Dauphin; for we hear
Your greeting is from him, not from the king.
May't please your majesty to give us leaveKING HENRY V
Freely to render what we have in charge;
Or shall we sparingly show you far off
The Dauphin's meaning and our embassy?
We are no tyrant, but a Christian king;First Ambassador
Unto whose grace our passion is as subject
As are our wretches fetter'd in our prisons:
Therefore with frank and with uncurbed plainness
Tell us the Dauphin's mind.
Thus, then, in few.KING HENRY V
Your highness, lately sending into France,
Did claim some certain dukedoms, in the right
Of your great predecessor, King Edward the Third.
In answer of which claim, the prince our master
Says that you savour too much of your youth,
And bids you be advised there's nought in France
That can be with a nimble galliard won;
You cannot revel into dukedoms there.
He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit,
This tun of treasure; and, in lieu of this,
Desires you let the dukedoms that you claim
Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin speaks.
What treasure, uncle?EXETER
Tennis-balls, my liege.KING HENRY V
We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us;EXETER
His present and your pains we thank you for:
When we have march'd our rackets to these balls,
We will, in France, by God's grace, play a set
Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard.
Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler
That all the courts of France will be disturb'd
With chaces. And we understand him well,
How he comes o'er us with our wilder days,
Not measuring what use we made of them.
We never valued this poor seat of England;
And therefore, living hence, did give ourself
To barbarous licence; as 'tis ever common
That men are merriest when they are from home.
But tell the Dauphin I will keep my state,
Be like a king and show my sail of greatness
When I do rouse me in my throne of France:
For that I have laid by my majesty
And plodded like a man for working-days,
But I will rise there with so full a glory
That I will dazzle all the eyes of France,
Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on us.
And tell the pleasant prince this mock of his
Hath turn'd his balls to gun-stones; and his soul
Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance
That shall fly with them: for many a thousand widows
Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands;
Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down;
And some are yet ungotten and unborn
That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn.
But this lies all within the will of God,
To whom I do appeal; and in whose name
Tell you the Dauphin I am coming on,
To venge me as I may and to put forth
My rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause.
So get you hence in peace; and tell the Dauphin
His jest will savour but of shallow wit,
When thousands weep more than did laugh at it.
Convey them with safe conduct. Fare you well.
Exeunt AmbassadorsThis was a merry message.KING HENRY V
We hope to make the sender blush at it.
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.
PROLOGUEEnter ChorusChorusNow all the youth of England are on fire,
And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies:
Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought
Reigns solely in the breast of every man:
They sell the pasture now to buy the horse,
Following the mirror of all Christian kings,
With winged heels, as English Mercuries.
For now sits Expectation in the air,
And hides a sword from hilts unto the point
With crowns imperial, crowns and coronets,
Promised to Harry and his followers.
The French, advised by good intelligence
Of this most dreadful preparation,
Shake in their fear and with pale policy
Seek to divert the English purposes.
O England! model to thy inward greatness,
Like little body with a mighty heart,
What mightst thou do, that honour would thee do,
Were all thy children kind and natural!
But see thy fault! France hath in thee found out
A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills
With treacherous crowns; and three corrupted men,
One, Richard Earl of Cambridge, and the second,
Henry Lord Scroop of Masham, and the third,
Sir Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland,
Have, for the gilt of France,--O guilt indeed!
Confirm'd conspiracy with fearful France;
And by their hands this grace of kings must die,
If hell and treason hold their promises,
Ere he take ship for France, and in Southampton.
Linger your patience on; and we'll digest
The abuse of distance; 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:
And 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.
But, till the king come forth, and not till then,
Unto Southampton do we shift our scene.
SCENE I. London. A street.Enter Corporal NYM and Lieutenant BARDOLPHBARDOLPHWell met, Corporal Nym.NYM
Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph.BARDOLPH
What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends yet?NYM
For my part, I care not: I say little; but whenBARDOLPH
time shall serve, there shall be smiles; but that
shall be as it may. I dare not fight; but I will
wink and hold out mine iron: it is a simple one; but
what though? it will toast cheese, and it will
endure cold as another man's sword will: and
there's an end.
I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends; andNYM
we'll be all three sworn brothers to France: let it
be so, good Corporal Nym.
Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's theBARDOLPH
certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I
will do as I may: that is my rest, that is the
rendezvous of it.
It is certain, corporal, that he is married to NellNYM
Quickly: and certainly she did you wrong; for you
were troth-plight to her.
I cannot tell: things must be as they may: men mayBARDOLPH
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
Enter PISTOL and HostessHere comes Ancient Pistol and his wife: goodPISTOL
corporal, be patient here. How now, mine host Pistol!
Base tike, call'st thou me host? Now, by this hand,Hostess
I swear, I scorn the term; Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.
No, by my troth, not long; for we cannot lodge andBARDOLPH
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 and PISTOL drawO well a day, Lady, if he be not drawn now! we
shall see wilful adultery and murder committed.
Good lieutenant! good corporal! offer nothing here.NYM
Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prick-ear'd cur of Iceland!Hostess
Good Corporal Nym, show thy valour, and put up your sword.NYM
Will you shog off? I would have you solus.PISTOL
'Solus,' egregious dog? O viper vile!NYM
The 'solus' in thy most mervailous 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 mouth!
I do retort the 'solus' in thy bowels;
For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up,
And flashing fire will follow.
I am not Barbason; you cannot conjure me. I have anPISTOL
humour to knock you indifferently well. If you grow
foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my
rapier, as I may, in fair terms: if you would walk
off, I would prick your guts a little, in good
terms, as I may: and that's the humour of it.
O braggart vile and damned furious wight!BARDOLPH
The grave doth gape, and doting death is near;
Hear me, hear me what I say: he that strikes thePISTOL
first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, as I am a soldier.
DrawsAn oath of mickle might; and fury shall abate.NYM
Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give:
Thy spirits are most tall.
I will cut thy throat, one time or other, in fairPISTOL
terms: that is the humour of it.
'Couple a gorge!'Boy
That is the word. I thee defy again.
O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get?
No; to the spital go,
And from the powdering tub of infamy
Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind,
Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse:
I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly
For the only she; and--pauca, there's enough. Go to.
Enter the BoyMine host Pistol, you must come to my master, andBARDOLPH
you, hostess: he is very sick, and would to bed.
Good Bardolph, put thy face between his sheets, and
do the office of a warming-pan. Faith, he's very ill.
Away, you rogue!Hostess
By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one ofBARDOLPH
these days. The king has killed his heart. Good
husband, come home presently.
Exeunt Hostess and BoyCome, shall I make you two friends? We must toPISTOL
France together: why the devil should we keep
knives to cut one another's throats?
Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food howl on!NYM
You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting?PISTOL
Base is the slave that pays.NYM
That now I will have: that's the humour of it.PISTOL
As manhood shall compound: push home.BARDOLPH
They drawBy this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I'llPISTOL
kill him; by this sword, I will.
Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their course.BARDOLPH
Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends:NYM
an thou wilt not, why, then, be enemies with me too.
Prithee, put up.
I shall have my eight shillings I won of you at betting?PISTOL
A noble shalt thou have, and present pay;NYM
And liquor likewise will I give to thee,
And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood:
I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me;
Is not this just? for I shall sutler be
Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
Give me thy hand.
I shall have my noble?PISTOL
In cash most justly paid.NYM
Well, then, that's the humour of't.Hostess
Re-enter HostessAs ever you came of women, come in quickly to SirNYM
John. Ah, poor heart! he is so shaked of a burning
quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to
behold. Sweet men, come to him.
The king hath run bad humours on the knight; that'sPISTOL
the even of it.
Nym, thou hast spoke the right;NYM
His heart is fracted and corroborate.
The king is a good king: but it must be as it may;PISTOL
he passes some humours and careers.
Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins we will live.
SCENE II. Southampton. A council-chamber.Enter EXETER, BEDFORD, and WESTMORELANDBEDFORD'Fore God, his grace is bold, to trust these traitors.EXETER
They shall be apprehended by and by.WESTMORELAND
How smooth and even they do bear themselves!BEDFORD
As if allegiance in their bosoms sat,
Crowned with faith and constant loyalty.
The king hath note of all that they intend,EXETER
By interception which they dream not of.
Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow,KING HENRY V
Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious favours,
That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell
His sovereign's life to death and treachery.
Trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY V, SCROOP, CAMBRIDGE, GREY, and AttendantsNow sits the wind fair, and we will aboard.SCROOP
My Lord of Cambridge, and my kind Lord of Masham,
And you, my gentle knight, give me your thoughts:
Think you not that the powers we bear with us
Will cut their passage through the force of France,
Doing the execution and the act
For which we have in head assembled them?
No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best.KING HENRY V
I doubt not that; since we are well persuadedCAMBRIDGE
We carry not a heart with us from hence
That grows not in a fair consent with ours,
Nor leave not one behind that doth not wish
Success and conquest to attend on us.
Never was monarch better fear'd and lovedGREY
Than is your majesty: there's not, I think, a subject
That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness
Under the sweet shade of your government.
True: those that were your father's enemiesKING HENRY V
Have steep'd their galls in honey and do serve you
With hearts create of duty and of zeal.
We therefore have great cause of thankfulness;SCROOP
And shall forget the office of our hand,
Sooner than quittance of desert and merit
According to the weight and worthiness.
So service shall with steeled sinews toil,KING HENRY V
And labour shall refresh itself with hope,
To do your grace incessant services.
We judge no less. Uncle of Exeter,SCROOP
Enlarge the man committed yesterday,
That rail'd against our person: we consider
it was excess of wine that set him on;
And on his more advice we pardon him.
That's mercy, but too much security:KING HENRY V
Let him be punish'd, sovereign, lest example
Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind.
O, let us yet be merciful.CAMBRIDGE
So may your highness, and yet punish too.GREY
Sir,KING HENRY V
You show great mercy, if you give him life,
After the taste of much correction.
Alas, your too much love and care of meCAMBRIDGE
Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch!
If little faults, proceeding on distemper,
Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye
When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd and digested,
Appear before us? We'll yet enlarge that man,
Though Cambridge, Scroop and Grey, in their dear care
And tender preservation of our person,
Would have him punished. And now to our French causes:
Who are the late commissioners?
I one, my lord:SCROOP
Your highness bade me ask for it to-day.
So did you me, my liege.GREY
And I, my royal sovereign.KING HENRY V
Then, Richard Earl of Cambridge, there is yours;CAMBRIDGE
There yours, Lord Scroop of Masham; and, sir knight,
Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours:
Read them; and know, I know your worthiness.
My Lord of Westmoreland, and uncle Exeter,
We will aboard to night. Why, how now, gentlemen!
What see you in those papers that you lose
So much complexion? Look ye, how they change!
Their cheeks are paper. Why, what read you there
That hath so cowarded and chased your blood
Out of appearance?
I do confess my fault;GREY SCROOP
And do submit me to your highness' mercy.
To which we all appeal.KING HENRY V
The mercy that was quick in us but late,EXETER
By your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd:
You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy;
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms,
As dogs upon their masters, worrying you.
See you, my princes, and my noble peers,
These English monsters! My Lord of Cambridge here,
You know how apt our love was to accord
To furnish him with all appertinents
Belonging to his honour; and this man
Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspired,
And sworn unto the practises of France,
To kill us here in Hampton: to the which
This knight, no less for bounty bound to us
Than Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn. But, O,
What shall I say to thee, Lord Scroop? thou cruel,
Ingrateful, savage and inhuman creature!
Thou that didst bear the key of all my counsels,
That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
That almost mightst have coin'd me into gold,
Wouldst thou have practised on me for thy use,
May it be possible, that foreign hire
Could out of thee extract one spark of evil
That might annoy my finger? 'tis so strange,
That, though the truth of it stands off as gross
As black and white, my eye will scarcely see it.
Treason and murder ever kept together,
As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose,
Working so grossly in a natural cause,
That admiration did not whoop at them:
But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in
Wonder to wait on treason and on murder:
And whatsoever cunning fiend it was
That wrought upon thee so preposterously
Hath got the voice in hell for excellence:
All other devils that suggest by treasons
Do botch and bungle up damnation
With patches, colours, and with forms being fetch'd
From glistering semblances of piety;
But he that temper'd thee bade thee stand up,
Gave thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason,
Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.
If that same demon that hath gull'd thee thus
Should with his lion gait walk the whole world,
He might return to vasty Tartar back,
And tell the legions 'I can never win
A soul so easy as that Englishman's.'
O, how hast thou with 'jealousy infected
The sweetness of affiance! Show men dutiful?
Why, so didst thou: seem they grave and learned?
Why, so didst thou: come they of noble family?
Why, so didst thou: seem they religious?
Why, so didst thou: or are they spare in diet,
Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger,
Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood,
Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement,
Not working with the eye without the ear,
And but in purged judgment trusting neither?
Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem:
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot,
To mark the full-fraught man and best indued
With some suspicion. I will weep for thee;
For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
Another fall of man. Their faults are open:
Arrest them to the answer of the law;
And God acquit them of their practises!
I arrest thee of high treason, by the name ofSCROOP
Richard Earl of Cambridge.
I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of
Henry Lord Scroop of Masham.
I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of
Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland.
Our purposes God justly hath discover'd;CAMBRIDGE
And I repent my fault more than my death;
Which I beseech your highness to forgive,
Although my body pay the price of it.
For me, the gold of France did not seduce;GREY
Although I did admit it as a motive
The sooner to effect what I intended:
But God be thanked for prevention;
Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice,
Beseeching God and you to pardon me.
Never did faithful subject more rejoiceKING HENRY V
At the discovery of most dangerous treason
Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself.
Prevented from a damned enterprise:
My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign.
God quit you in his mercy! Hear your sentence.
You have conspired against our royal person,
Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd and from his coffers
Received the golden earnest of our death;
Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter,
His princes and his peers to servitude,
His subjects to oppression and contempt
And his whole kingdom into desolation.
Touching our person seek we no revenge;
But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,
Whose ruin you have sought, that to her laws
We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence,
Poor miserable wretches, to your death:
The taste whereof, God of his mercy give
You patience to endure, and true repentance
Of all your dear offences! Bear them hence.
Exeunt CAMBRIDGE, SCROOP and GREY, guardedNow, lords, for France; the enterprise whereof
Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.
We doubt not of a fair and lucky war,
Since God so graciously hath brought to light
This dangerous treason lurking in our way
To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now
But every rub is smoothed on our way.
Then forth, dear countrymen: let us deliver
Our puissance into the hand of God,
Putting it straight in expedition.
Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance:
No king of England, if not king of France.
SCENE III. London. Before a tavern.Enter PISTOL, Hostess, NYM, BARDOLPH, and BoyHostessPrithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.PISTOL
No; for my manly heart doth yearn.BARDOLPH
Bardolph, be blithe: Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins:
Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead,
And we must yearn therefore.
Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either inHostess
heaven or in hell!
Nay, sure, he's not in hell: he's in Arthur'sNYM
bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. A' made
a finer end and went away an it had been any
christom child; a' parted even just between twelve
and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after
I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with
flowers and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew
there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as
a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. 'How now,
sir John!' quoth I 'what, man! be o' good
cheer.' So a' cried out 'God, God, God!' three or
four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him a'
should not think of God; I hoped there was no need
to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So
a' bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my
hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as
cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and
they were as cold as any stone, and so upward and
upward, and all was as cold as any stone.
They say he cried out of sack.Hostess
Ay, that a' did.BARDOLPH
And of women.Hostess
Nay, that a' did not.Boy
Yes, that a' did; and said they were devilsHostess
A' could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour heBoy
A' said once, the devil would have him about women.Hostess
A' did in some sort, indeed, handle women; but thenBoy
he was rheumatic, and talked of the whore of Babylon.
Do you not remember, a' saw a flea stick uponBARDOLPH
Bardolph's nose, and a' said it was a black soul
burning in hell-fire?
Well, the fuel is gone that maintained that fire:NYM
that's all the riches I got in his service.
Shall we shog? the king will be gone fromPISTOL
Come, let's away. My love, give me thy lips.Boy
Look to my chattels and my movables:
Let senses rule; the word is 'Pitch and Pay:'
For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,
And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck:
Therefore, Caveto be thy counsellor.
Go, clear thy c rystals. Yoke-fellows in arms,
Let us to France; like horse-leeches, my boys,
To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!
And that's but unwholesome food they say.PISTOL
Touch her soft mouth, and march.BARDOLPH
Kissing herI cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but, adieu.PISTOL
Let housewifery appear: keep close, I thee command.Hostess
SCENE IV. France. The KING'S palace.Flourish. Enter the FRENCH KING, the DAUPHIN, the DUKES of BERRI and BRETAGNE, the Constable, and othersKING OF FRANCEThus comes the English with full power upon us;DAUPHIN
And more than carefully it us concerns
To answer royally in our defences.
Therefore the Dukes of Berri and of Bretagne,
Of Brabant and of Orleans, shall make forth,
And you, Prince Dauphin, with all swift dispatch,
To line and new repair our towns of war
With men of courage and with means defendant;
For England his approaches makes as fierce
As waters to the sucking of a gulf.
It fits us then to be as provident
As fear may teach us out of late examples
Left by the fatal and neglected English
Upon our fields.
My most redoubted father,Constable
It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe;
For peace itself should not so dull a kingdom,
Though war nor no known quarrel were in question,
But that defences, musters, preparations,
Should be maintain'd, assembled and collected,
As were a war in expectation.
Therefore, I say 'tis meet we all go forth
To view the sick and feeble parts of France:
And let us do it with no show of fear;
No, with no more than if we heard that England
Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance:
For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd,
Her sceptre so fantastically borne
By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth,
That fear attends her not.
O peace, Prince Dauphin!DAUPHIN
You are too much mistaken in this king:
Question your grace the late ambassadors,
With what great state he heard their embassy,
How well supplied with noble counsellors,
How modest in exception, and withal
How terrible in constant resolution,
And you shall find his vanities forespent
Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus,
Covering discretion with a coat of folly;
As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots
That shall first spring and be most delicate.
Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable;KING OF FRANCE
But though we think it so, it is no matter:
In cases of defence 'tis best to weigh
The enemy more mighty than he seems:
So the proportions of defence are fill'd;
Which of a weak or niggardly projection
Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat with scanting
A little cloth.
Think we King Harry strong;Messenger
And, princes, look you strongly arm to meet him.
The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us;
And he is bred out of that bloody strain
That haunted us in our familiar paths:
Witness our too much memorable shame
When Cressy battle fatally was struck,
And all our princes captiv'd by the hand
Of that black name, Edward, Black Prince of Wales;
Whiles that his mountain sire, on mountain standing,
Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,
Saw his heroical seed, and smiled to see him,
Mangle the work of nature and deface
The patterns that by God and by French fathers
Had twenty years been made. This is a stem
Of that victorious stock; and let us fear
The native mightiness and fate of him.
Enter a MessengerAmbassadors from Harry King of EnglandKING OF FRANCE
Do crave admittance to your majesty.
We'll give them present audience. Go, and bring them.DAUPHIN
Exeunt Messenger and certain LordsYou see this chase is hotly follow'd, friends.
Turn head, and stop pursuit; for coward dogsKING OF FRANCE
Most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten
Runs far before them. Good my sovereign,
Take up the English short, and let them know
Of what a monarchy you are the head:
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
Re-enter Lords, with EXETER and trainFrom our brother England?EXETER
From him; and thus he greets your majesty.KING OF FRANCE
He wills you, in the name of God Almighty,
That you divest yourself, and lay apart
The borrow'd glories that by gift of heaven,
By law of nature and of nations, 'long
To him and to his heirs; namely, the crown
And all wide-stretched honours that pertain
By custom and the ordinance of times
Unto the crown of France. That you may know
'Tis no sinister nor no awkward claim,
Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days,
Nor from the dust of old oblivion raked,
He sends you this most memorable line,
In every branch truly demonstrative;
Willing to overlook this pedigree:
And when you find him evenly derived
From his most famed of famous ancestors,
Edward the Third, he bids you then resign
Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held
From him the native and true challenger.
Or else what follows?EXETER
Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crownKING OF FRANCE
Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it:
Therefore in fierce tempest is he coming,
In thunder and in earthquake, like a Jove,
That, if requiring fail, he will compel;
And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord,
Deliver up the crown, and to take mercy
On the poor souls for whom this hungry war
Opens his vasty jaws; and on your head
Turning the widows' tears, the orphans' cries
The dead men's blood, the pining maidens groans,
For husbands, fathers and betrothed lovers,
That shall be swallow'd in this controversy.
This is his claim, his threatening and my message;
Unless the Dauphin be in presence here,
To whom expressly I bring greeting too.
For us, we will consider of this further:DAUPHIN
To-morrow shall you bear our full intent
Back to our brother England.
For the Dauphin,EXETER
I stand here for him: what to him from England?
Scorn and defiance; slight regard, contempt,DAUPHIN
And any thing that may not misbecome
The mighty sender, doth he prize you at.
Thus says my king; an' if your father's highness
Do not, in grant of all demands at large,
Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty,
He'll call you to so hot an answer of it,
That caves and womby vaultages of France
Shall chide your trespass and return your mock
In second accent of his ordnance.
Say, if my father render fair return,EXETER
It is against my will; for I desire
Nothing but odds with England: to that end,
As matching to his youth and vanity,
I did present him with the Paris balls.
He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it,KING OF FRANCE
Were it the mistress-court of mighty Europe:
And, be assured, you'll find a difference,
As we his subjects have in wonder found,
Between the promise of his greener days
And these he masters now: now he weighs time
Even to the utmost grain: that you shall read
In your own losses, if he stay in France.
To-morrow shall you know our mind at full.EXETER
Dispatch us with all speed, lest that our kingKING OF FRANCE
Come here himself to question our delay;
For he is footed in this land already.
You shall be soon dispatch's with fair conditions:
A night is but small breath and little pause
To answer matters of this consequence.
PROLOGUEEnter ChorusChorusThus with imagined wing our swift scene flies
In motion of no less celerity
Than that of thought. Suppose that you have seen
The well-appointed king at Hampton pier
Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet
With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning:
Play with your fancies, and in them behold
Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing;
Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give
To sounds confused; behold the threaden sails,
Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea,
Breasting the lofty surge: O, do but think
You stand upon the ravage and behold
A city on the inconstant billows dancing;
For so appears this fleet majestical,
Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow:
Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy,
And leave your England, as dead midnight still,
Guarded with grandsires, babies and old women,
Either past or not arrived to pith and puissance;
For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd
With one appearing hair, that will not follow
These cull'd and choice-drawn cavaliers to France?
Work, work your thoughts, and therein see a siege;
Behold the ordnance on their carriages,
With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.
Suppose the ambassador from the French comes back;
Tells Harry that the king doth offer him
Katharine his daughter, and with her, to dowry,
Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms.
The offer likes not: and the nimble gunner
With linstock now the devilish cannon touches,
Alarum, and chambers go offAnd down goes all before them. Still be kind,
And eke out our performance with your mind.
SCENE I. France. Before Harfleur.Alarum. Enter KING HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOUCESTER, and Soldiers, with scaling-laddersKING HENRY VOnce more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'
Exeunt. Alarum, and chambers go off
SCENE II. The same.Enter NYM, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, and BoyBARDOLPHOn, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the breach!NYM
Pray thee, corporal, stay: the knocks are too hot;PISTOL
and, for mine own part, I have not a case of lives:
the humour of it is too hot, that is the very
plain-song of it.
The plain-song is most just: for humours do abound:Boy
Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop and die;
And sword and shield,
In bloody field,
Doth win immortal fame.
Would I were in an alehouse in London! I would givePISTOL
all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
If wishes would prevail with me,
My purpose should not fail with me,
But thither would I hie.
As duly, but not as truly,FLUELLEN
As bird doth sing on bough.
Enter FLUELLENUp to the breach, you dogs! avaunt, you cullions!PISTOL
Driving them forwardBe merciful, great duke, to men of mould.NYM
Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage,
Abate thy rage, great duke!
Good bawcock, bate thy rage; use lenity, sweet chuck!
These be good humours! your honour wins bad humours.Boy
Exeunt all but BoyAs young as I am, I have observed these threeGOWER
swashers. I am boy to them all three: but all they
three, though they would serve me, could not be man
to me; for indeed three such antics do not amount to
a man. For Bardolph, he is white-livered and
red-faced; by the means whereof a' faces it out, but
fights not. For Pistol, he hath a killing tongue
and a quiet sword; by the means whereof a' breaks
words, and keeps whole weapons. For Nym, he hath
heard that men of few words are the best men; and
therefore he scorns to say his prayers, lest a'
should be thought a coward: but his few bad words
are matched with as few good deeds; for a' never
broke any man's head but his own, and that was
against a post when he was drunk. They will steal
any thing, and call it purchase. Bardolph stole a
lute-case, bore it twelve leagues, and sold it for
three half pence. Nym and Bardolph are sworn
brothers in filching, and in Calais they stole a
fire-shovel: I knew by that piece of service the
men would carry coals. They would have me as
familiar with men's pockets as their gloves or their
handkerchers: which makes much against my manhood,
if I should take from another's pocket to put into
mine; for it is plain pocketing up of wrongs. I
must leave them, and seek some better service:
their villany goes against my weak stomach, and
therefore I must cast it up.
Re-enter FLUELLEN, GOWER followingCaptain Fluellen, you must come presently to theFLUELLEN
mines; the Duke of Gloucester would speak with you.
To the mines! tell you the duke, it is not so goodGOWER
to come to the mines; for, look you, the mines is
not according to the disciplines of the war: the
concavities of it is not sufficient; for, look you,
the athversary, you may discuss unto the duke, look
you, is digt himself four yard under the
countermines: by Cheshu, I think a' will plough up
all, if there is not better directions.
The Duke of Gloucester, to whom the order of theFLUELLEN
siege is given, is altogether directed by an
Irishman, a very valiant gentleman, i' faith.
It is Captain Macmorris, is it not?GOWER
I think it be.FLUELLEN
By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the world: I willGOWER
verify as much in his beard: be has no more
directions in the true disciplines of the wars, look
you, of the Roman disciplines, than is a puppy-dog.
Enter MACMORRIS and Captain JAMYHere a' comes; and the Scots captain, Captain Jamy, with him.FLUELLEN
Captain Jamy is a marvellous falourous gentleman,JAMY
that is certain; and of great expedition and
knowledge in th' aunchient wars, upon my particular
knowledge of his directions: by Cheshu, he will
maintain his argument as well as any military man in
the world, in the disciplines of the pristine wars
of the Romans.
I say gud-day, Captain Fluellen.FLUELLEN
God-den to your worship, good Captain James.GOWER
How now, Captain Macmorris! have you quit theMACMORRIS
mines? have the pioneers given o'er?
By Chrish, la! tish ill done: the work ish giveFLUELLEN
over, the trompet sound the retreat. By my hand, I
swear, and my father's soul, the work ish ill done;
it ish give over: I would have blowed up the town, so
Chrish save me, la! in an hour: O, tish ill done,
tish ill done; by my hand, tish ill done!
Captain Macmorris, I beseech you now, will youJAMY
voutsafe me, look you, a few disputations with you,
as partly touching or concerning the disciplines of
the war, the Roman wars, in the way of argument,
look you, and friendly communication; partly to
satisfy my opinion, and partly for the satisfaction,
look you, of my mind, as touching the direction of
the military discipline; that is the point.
It sall be vary gud, gud feith, gud captains bath:MACMORRIS
and I sall quit you with gud leve, as I may pick
occasion; that sall I, marry.
It is no time to discourse, so Chrish save me: theJAMY
day is hot, and the weather, and the wars, and the
king, and the dukes: it is no time to discourse. The
town is beseeched, and the trumpet call us to the
breach; and we talk, and, be Chrish, do nothing:
'tis shame for us all: so God sa' me, 'tis shame to
stand still; it is shame, by my hand: and there is
throats to be cut, and works to be done; and there
ish nothing done, so Chrish sa' me, la!
By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine take themselvesFLUELLEN
to slomber, ay'll de gud service, or ay'll lig i'
the grund for it; ay, or go to death; and ay'll pay
't as valourously as I may, that sall I suerly do,
that is the breff and the long. Marry, I wad full
fain hear some question 'tween you tway.
Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, under yourMACMORRIS
correction, there is not many of your nation--
Of my nation! What ish my nation? Ish a villain,FLUELLEN
and a bastard, and a knave, and a rascal. What ish
my nation? Who talks of my nation?
Look you, if you take the matter otherwise than isMACMORRIS
meant, Captain Macmorris, peradventure I shall think
you do not use me with that affability as in
discretion you ought to use me, look you: being as
good a man as yourself, both in the disciplines of
war, and in the derivation of my birth, and in
I do not know you so good a man as myself: soGOWER
Chrish save me, I will cut off your head.
Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.JAMY
A! that's a foul fault.GOWER
A parley soundedThe town sounds a parley.FLUELLEN
Captain Macmorris, when there is more better
opportunity to be required, look you, I will be so
bold as to tell you I know the disciplines of war;
and there is an end.
SCENE III. The same. Before the gates.The Governor and some Citizens on the walls; the English forces below. Enter KING HENRY and his trainKING HENRY VHow yet resolves the governor of the town?GOVERNOR
This is the latest parle we will admit;
Therefore to our best mercy give yourselves;
Or like to men proud of destruction
Defy us to our worst: for, as I am a soldier,
A name that in my thoughts becomes me best,
If I begin the battery once again,
I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur
Till in her ashes she lie buried.
The gates of mercy shall be all shut up,
And the flesh'd soldier, rough and hard of heart,
In liberty of bloody hand shall range
With conscience wide as hell, mowing like grass
Your fresh-fair virgins and your flowering infants.
What is it then to me, if impious war,
Array'd in flames like to the prince of fiends,
Do, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats
Enlink'd to waste and desolation?
What is't to me, when you yourselves are cause,
If your pure maidens fall into the hand
Of hot and forcing violation?
What rein can hold licentious wickedness
When down the hill he holds his fierce career?
We may as bootless spend our vain command
Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil
As send precepts to the leviathan
To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur,
Take pity of your town and of your people,
Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command;
Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace
O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds
Of heady murder, spoil and villany.
If not, why, in a moment look to see
The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand
Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters;
Your fathers taken by the silver beards,
And their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls,
Your naked infants spitted upon pikes,
Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confused
Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry
At Herod's bloody-hunting slaughtermen.
What say you? will you yield, and this avoid,
Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd?
Our expectation hath this day an end:KING HENRY V
The Dauphin, whom of succors we entreated,
Returns us that his powers are yet not ready
To raise so great a siege. Therefore, great king,
We yield our town and lives to thy soft mercy.
Enter our gates; dispose of us and ours;
For we no longer are defensible.
Open your gates. Come, uncle Exeter,
Go you and enter Harfleur; there remain,
And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French:
Use mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle,
The winter coming on and sickness growing
Upon our soldiers, we will retire to Calais.
To-night in Harfleur we will be your guest;
To-morrow for the march are we addrest.
Flourish. The King and his train enter the town
SCENE IV. The FRENCH KING's palace.Enter KATHARINE and ALICEKATHARINEAlice, tu as ete en Angleterre, et tu parles bien le langage.ALICE
Un peu, madame.KATHARINE
Je te prie, m'enseignez: il faut que j'apprenne aALICE
parler. Comment appelez-vous la main en Anglois?
La main? elle est appelee de hand.KATHARINE
De hand. Et les doigts?ALICE
Les doigts? ma foi, j'oublie les doigts; mais je meKATHARINE
souviendrai. Les doigts? je pense qu'ils sont
appeles de fingres; oui, de fingres.
La main, de hand; les doigts, de fingres. Je penseALICE
que je suis le bon ecolier; j'ai gagne deux mots
d'Anglois vitement. Comment appelez-vous les ongles?
Les ongles? nous les appelons de nails.KATHARINE
De nails. Ecoutez; dites-moi, si je parle bien: deALICE
hand, de fingres, et de nails.
C'est bien dit, madame; il est fort bon Anglois.KATHARINE
Dites-moi l'Anglois pour le bras.ALICE
De arm, madame.KATHARINE
Et le coude?ALICE
De elbow. Je m'en fais la repetition de tous lesALICE
mots que vous m'avez appris des a present.
Il est trop difficile, madame, comme je pense.KATHARINE
Excusez-moi, Alice; ecoutez: de hand, de fingres,ALICE
de nails, de arma, de bilbow.
De elbow, madame.KATHARINE
O Seigneur Dieu, je m'en oublie! de elbow. CommentALICE
appelez-vous le col?
De neck, madame.KATHARINE
De nick. Et le menton?ALICE
De sin. Le col, de nick; de menton, de sin.ALICE
Oui. Sauf votre honneur, en verite, vous prononcezKATHARINE
les mots aussi droit que les natifs d'Angleterre.
Je ne doute point d'apprendre, par la grace de Dieu,ALICE
et en peu de temps.
N'avez vous pas deja oublie ce que je vous ai enseigne?KATHARINE
Non, je reciterai a vous promptement: de hand, deALICE
fingres, de mails--
De nails, madame.KATHARINE
De nails, de arm, de ilbow.ALICE
Sauf votre honneur, de elbow.KATHARINE
Ainsi dis-je; de elbow, de nick, et de sin. CommentALICE
appelez-vous le pied et la robe?
De foot, madame; et de coun.KATHARINE
De foot et de coun! O Seigneur Dieu! ce sont motsALICE
de son mauvais, corruptible, gros, et impudique, et
non pour les dames d'honneur d'user: je ne voudrais
prononcer ces mots devant les seigneurs de France
pour tout le monde. Foh! le foot et le coun!
Neanmoins, je reciterai une autre fois ma lecon
ensemble: de hand, de fingres, de nails, de arm, de
elbow, de nick, de sin, de foot, de coun.
C'est assez pour une fois: allons-nous a diner.
SCENE V. The same.Enter the KING OF FRANCE, the DAUPHIN, the DUKE oF BOURBON, the Constable Of France, and othersKING OF FRANCE'Tis certain he hath pass'd the river Somme.Constable
And if he be not fought withal, my lord,DAUPHIN
Let us not live in France; let us quit all
And give our vineyards to a barbarous people.
O Dieu vivant! shall a few sprays of us,BOURBON
The emptying of our fathers' luxury,
Our scions, put in wild and savage stock,
Spirt up so suddenly into the clouds,
And overlook their grafters?
Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards!Constable
Mort de ma vie! if they march along
Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom,
To buy a slobbery and a dirty farm
In that nook-shotten isle of Albion.
Dieu de batailles! where have they this mettle?DAUPHIN
Is not their climate foggy, raw and dull,
On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale,
Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden water,
A drench for sur-rein'd jades, their barley-broth,
Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?
And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine,
Seem frosty? O, for honour of our land,
Let us not hang like roping icicles
Upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty people
Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields!
Poor we may call them in their native lords.
By faith and honour,BOURBON
Our madams mock at us, and plainly say
Our mettle is bred out and they will give
Their bodies to the lust of English youth
To new-store France with bastard warriors.
They bid us to the English dancing-schools,KING OF FRANCE
And teach lavoltas high and swift corantos;
Saying our grace is only in our heels,
And that we are most lofty runaways.
Where is Montjoy the herald? speed him hence:Constable
Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.
Up, princes! and, with spirit of honour edged
More sharper than your swords, hie to the field:
Charles Delabreth, high constable of France;
You Dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berri,
Alencon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy;
Jaques Chatillon, Rambures, Vaudemont,
Beaumont, Grandpre, Roussi, and Fauconberg,
Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois;
High dukes, great princes, barons, lords and knights,
For your great seats now quit you of great shames.
Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land
With pennons painted in the blood of Harfleur:
Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow
Upon the valleys, whose low vassal seat
The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon:
Go down upon him, you have power enough,
And in a captive chariot into Rouen
Bring him our prisoner.
This becomes the great.KING OF FRANCE
Sorry am I his numbers are so few,
His soldiers sick and famish'd in their march,
For I am sure, when he shall see our army,
He'll drop his heart into the sink of fear
And for achievement offer us his ransom.
Therefore, lord constable, haste on Montjoy.DAUPHIN
And let him say to England that we send
To know what willing ransom he will give.
Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Rouen.
Not so, I do beseech your majesty.KING OF FRANCE
Be patient, for you shall remain with us.
Now forth, lord constable and princes all,
And quickly bring us word of England's fall.
SCENE VI. The English camp in Picardy.Enter GOWER and FLUELLEN, meetingGOWERHow now, Captain Fluellen! come you from the bridge?FLUELLEN
I assure you, there is very excellent servicesGOWER
committed at the bridge.
Is the Duke of Exeter safe?FLUELLEN
The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Agamemnon;GOWER
and a man that I love and honour with my soul, and my
heart, and my duty, and my life, and my living, and
my uttermost power: he is not-God be praised and
blessed!--any hurt in the world; but keeps the
bridge most valiantly, with excellent discipline.
There is an aunchient lieutenant there at the
pridge, I think in my very conscience he is as
valiant a man as Mark Antony; and he is a man of no
estimation in the world; but did see him do as
What do you call him?FLUELLEN
He is called Aunchient Pistol.GOWER
I know him not.FLUELLEN
Enter PISTOLHere is the man.PISTOL
Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours:FLUELLEN
The Duke of Exeter doth love thee well.
Ay, I praise God; and I have merited some love atPISTOL
Bardolph, a soldier, firm and sound of heart,FLUELLEN
And of buxom valour, hath, by cruel fate,
And giddy Fortune's furious fickle wheel,
That goddess blind,
That stands upon the rolling restless stone--
By your patience, Aunchient Pistol. Fortune isPISTOL
painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes, to
signify to you that Fortune is blind; and she is
painted also with a wheel, to signify to you, which
is the moral of it, that she is turning, and
inconstant, and mutability, and variation: and her
foot, look you, is fixed upon a spherical stone,
which rolls, and rolls, and rolls: in good truth,
the poet makes a most excellent description of it:
Fortune is an excellent moral.
Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him;FLUELLEN
For he hath stolen a pax, and hanged must a' be:
A damned death!
Let gallows gape for dog; let man go free
And let not hemp his wind-pipe suffocate:
But Exeter hath given the doom of death
For pax of little price.
Therefore, go speak: the duke will hear thy voice:
And let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut
With edge of penny cord and vile reproach:
Speak, captain, for his life, and I will thee requite.
Aunchient Pistol, I do partly understand your meaning.PISTOL
Why then, rejoice therefore.FLUELLEN
Certainly, aunchient, it is not a thing to rejoicePISTOL
at: for if, look you, he were my brother, I would
desire the duke to use his good pleasure, and put
him to execution; for discipline ought to be used.
Die and be damn'd! and figo for thy friendship!FLUELLEN
It is well.PISTOL
The fig of Spain!FLUELLEN
Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal; IFLUELLEN
remember him now; a bawd, a cutpurse.
I'll assure you, a' uttered as brave words at theGOWER
bridge as you shall see in a summer's day. But it
is very well; what he has spoke to me, that is well,
I warrant you, when time is serve.
Why, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue, that now and thenFLUELLEN
goes to the wars, to grace himself at his return
into London under the form of a soldier. And such
fellows are perfect in the great commanders' names:
and they will learn you by rote where services were
done; at such and such a sconce, at such a breach,
at such a convoy; who came off bravely, who was
shot, who disgraced, what terms the enemy stood on;
and this they con perfectly in the phrase of war,
which they trick up with new-tuned oaths: and what
a beard of the general's cut and a horrid suit of
the camp will do among foaming bottles and
ale-washed wits, is wonderful to be thought on. But
you must learn to know such slanders of the age, or
else you may be marvellously mistook.
I tell you what, Captain Gower; I do perceive he isKING HENRY V
not the man that he would gladly make show to the
world he is: if I find a hole in his coat, I will
tell him my mind.
Drum heardHark you, the king is coming, and I must speak with
him from the pridge.
Drum and colours. Enter KING HENRY, GLOUCESTER, and SoldiersGod pless your majesty!
How now, Fluellen! camest thou from the bridge?FLUELLEN
Ay, so please your majesty. The Duke of Exeter hasKING HENRY V
very gallantly maintained the pridge: the French is
gone off, look you; and there is gallant and most
prave passages; marry, th' athversary was have
possession of the pridge; but he is enforced to
retire, and the Duke of Exeter is master of the
pridge: I can tell your majesty, the duke is a
What men have you lost, Fluellen?FLUELLEN
The perdition of th' athversary hath been veryKING HENRY V
great, reasonable great: marry, for my part, I
think the duke hath lost never a man, but one that
is like to be executed for robbing a church, one
Bardolph, if your majesty know the man: his face is
all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs, and flames o'
fire: and his lips blows at his nose, and it is like
a coal of fire, sometimes plue and sometimes red;
but his nose is executed and his fire's out.
We would have all such offenders so cut off: and weMONTJOY
give express charge, that in our marches through the
country, there be nothing compelled from the
villages, nothing taken but paid for, none of the
French upbraided or abused in disdainful language;
for when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the
gentler gamester is the soonest winner.
Tucket. Enter MONTJOYYou know me by my habit.KING HENRY V
Well then I know thee: what shall I know of thee?MONTJOY
My master's mind.KING HENRY V
Thus says my king: Say thou to Harry of England:KING HENRY V
Though we seemed dead, we did but sleep: advantage
is a better soldier than rashness. Tell him we
could have rebuked him at Harfleur, but that we
thought not good to bruise an injury till it were
full ripe: now we speak upon our cue, and our voice
is imperial: England shall repent his folly, see
his weakness, and admire our sufferance. Bid him
therefore consider of his ransom; which must
proportion the losses we have borne, the subjects we
have lost, the disgrace we have digested; which in
weight to re-answer, his pettiness would bow under.
For our losses, his exchequer is too poor; for the
effusion of our blood, the muster of his kingdom too
faint a number; and for our disgrace, his own
person, kneeling at our feet, but a weak and
worthless satisfaction. To this add defiance: and
tell him, for conclusion, he hath betrayed his
followers, whose condemnation is pronounced. So far
my king and master; so much my office.
What is thy name? I know thy quality.MONTJOY
Montjoy.KING HENRY V
Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee back.MONTJOY
And tell thy king I do not seek him now;
But could be willing to march on to Calais
Without impeachment: for, to say the sooth,
Though 'tis no wisdom to confess so much
Unto an enemy of craft and vantage,
My people are with sickness much enfeebled,
My numbers lessened, and those few I have
Almost no better than so many French;
Who when they were in health, I tell thee, herald,
I thought upon one pair of English legs
Did march three Frenchmen. Yet, forgive me, God,
That I do brag thus! This your air of France
Hath blown that vice in me: I must repent.
Go therefore, tell thy master here I am;
My ransom is this frail and worthless trunk,
My army but a weak and sickly guard;
Yet, God before, tell him we will come on,
Though France himself and such another neighbour
Stand in our way. There's for thy labour, Montjoy.
Go bid thy master well advise himself:
If we may pass, we will; if we be hinder'd,
We shall your tawny ground with your red blood
Discolour: and so Montjoy, fare you well.
The sum of all our answer is but this:
We would not seek a battle, as we are;
Nor, as we are, we say we will not shun it:
So tell your master.
I shall deliver so. Thanks to your highness.GLOUCESTER
ExitI hope they will not come upon us now.KING HENRY V
We are in God's hand, brother, not in theirs.
March to the bridge; it now draws toward night:
Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves,
And on to-morrow, bid them march away.
SCENE VII. The French camp, near Agincourt:Enter the Constable of France, the LORD RAMBURES, ORLEANS, DAUPHIN, with othersConstableTut! I have the best armour of the world. Would it were day!ORLEANS
You have an excellent armour; but let my horse have his due.Constable
It is the best horse of Europe.ORLEANS
Will it never be morning?DAUPHIN
My lord of Orleans, and my lord high constable, youORLEANS
talk of horse and armour?
You are as well provided of both as any prince in the world.DAUPHIN
What a long night is this! I will not change myORLEANS
horse with any that treads but on four pasterns.
Ca, ha! he bounds from the earth, as if his
entrails were hairs; le cheval volant, the Pegasus,
chez les narines de feu! When I bestride him, I
soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth
sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his
hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.
He's of the colour of the nutmeg.DAUPHIN
And of the heat of the ginger. It is a beast forConstable
Perseus: he is pure air and fire; and the dull
elements of earth and water never appear in him, but
only in Patient stillness while his rider mounts
him: he is indeed a horse; and all other jades you
may call beasts.
Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and excellent horse.DAUPHIN
It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is like theORLEANS
bidding of a monarch and his countenance enforces homage.
No more, cousin.DAUPHIN
Nay, the man hath no wit that cannot, from theORLEANS
rising of the lark to the lodging of the lamb, vary
deserved praise on my palfrey: it is a theme as
fluent as the sea: turn the sands into eloquent
tongues, and my horse is argument for them all:
'tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on, and for
a sovereign's sovereign to ride on; and for the
world, familiar to us and unknown to lay apart
their particular functions and wonder at him. I
once writ a sonnet in his praise and began thus:
'Wonder of nature,'--
I have heard a sonnet begin so to one's mistress.DAUPHIN
Then did they imitate that which I composed to myORLEANS
courser, for my horse is my mistress.
Your mistress bears well.DAUPHIN
Me well; which is the prescript praise andConstable
perfection of a good and particular mistress.
Nay, for methought yesterday your mistress shrewdlyDAUPHIN
shook your back.
So perhaps did yours.Constable
Mine was not bridled.DAUPHIN
O then belike she was old and gentle; and you rode,Constable
like a kern of Ireland, your French hose off, and in
your straight strossers.
You have good judgment in horsemanship.DAUPHIN
Be warned by me, then: they that ride so and rideConstable
not warily, fall into foul bogs. I had rather have
my horse to my mistress.
I had as lief have my mistress a jade.DAUPHIN
I tell thee, constable, my mistress wears his own hair.Constable
I could make as true a boast as that, if I had a sowDAUPHIN
to my mistress.
'Le chien est retourne a son propre vomissement, etConstable
la truie lavee au bourbier;' thou makest use of any thing.
Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress, or anyRAMBURES
such proverb so little kin to the purpose.
My lord constable, the armour that I saw in your tentConstable
to-night, are those stars or suns upon it?
Stars, my lord.DAUPHIN
Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope.Constable
And yet my sky shall not want.DAUPHIN
That may be, for you bear a many superfluously, andConstable
'twere more honour some were away.
Even as your horse bears your praises; who wouldDAUPHIN
trot as well, were some of your brags dismounted.
Would I were able to load him with his desert! WillConstable
it never be day? I will trot to-morrow a mile, and
my way shall be paved with English faces.
I will not say so, for fear I should be faced out ofRAMBURES
my way: but I would it were morning; for I would
fain be about the ears of the English.
Who will go to hazard with me for twenty prisoners?Constable
You must first go yourself to hazard, ere you have them.DAUPHIN
'Tis midnight; I'll go arm myself.ORLEANS
ExitThe Dauphin longs for morning.RAMBURES
He longs to eat the English.Constable
I think he will eat all he kills.ORLEANS
By the white hand of my lady, he's a gallant prince.Constable
Swear by her foot, that she may tread out the oath.ORLEANS
He is simply the most active gentleman of France.Constable
Doing is activity; and he will still be doing.ORLEANS
He never did harm, that I heard of.Constable
Nor will do none to-morrow: he will keep that good name still.ORLEANS
I know him to be valiant.Constable
I was told that by one that knows him better thanORLEANS
Marry, he told me so himself; and he said he caredORLEANS
not who knew it
He needs not; it is no hidden virtue in him.Constable
By my faith, sir, but it is; never any body saw itORLEANS
but his lackey: 'tis a hooded valour; and when it
appears, it will bate.
Ill will never said well.Constable
I will cap that proverb with 'There is flattery in friendship.'ORLEANS
And I will take up that with 'Give the devil his due.'Constable
Well placed: there stands your friend for theORLEANS
devil: have at the very eye of that proverb with 'A
pox of the devil.'
You are the better at proverbs, by how much 'AConstable
fool's bolt is soon shot.'
You have shot over.ORLEANS
'Tis not the first time you were overshot.Messenger
Enter a MessengerMy lord high constable, the English lie withinConstable
fifteen hundred paces of your tents.
Who hath measured the ground?Messenger
The Lord Grandpre.Constable
A valiant and most expert gentleman. Would it wereORLEANS
day! Alas, poor Harry of England! he longs not for
the dawning as we do.
What a wretched and peevish fellow is this king ofConstable
England, to mope with his fat-brained followers so
far out of his knowledge!
If the English had any apprehension, they would run away.ORLEANS
That they lack; for if their heads had anyRAMBURES
intellectual armour, they could never wear such heavy
That island of England breeds very valiantORLEANS
creatures; their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage.
Foolish curs, that run winking into the mouth of aConstable
Russian bear and have their heads crushed like
rotten apples! You may as well say, that's a
valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
Just, just; and the men do sympathize with theORLEANS
mastiffs in robustious and rough coming on, leaving
their wits with their wives: and then give them
great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will
eat like wolves and fight like devils.
Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of beef.Constable
Then shall we find to-morrow they have only stomachsORLEANS
to eat and none to fight. Now is it time to arm:
come, shall we about it?
It is now two o'clock: but, let me see, by ten
We shall have each a hundred Englishmen.
PROLOGUEEnter ChorusChorusNow entertain conjecture of a time
When creeping murmur and the poring dark
Fills the wide vessel of the universe.
From camp to camp through the foul womb of night
The hum of either army stilly sounds,
That the fixed sentinels almost receive
The secret whispers of each other's watch:
Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames
Each battle sees the other's umber'd face;
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear, and from the tents
The armourers, accomplishing the knights,
With busy hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparation:
The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll,
And the third hour of drowsy morning name.
Proud of their numbers and secure in soul,
The confident and over-lusty French
Do the low-rated English play at dice;
And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night
Who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp
So tediously away. The poor condemned English,
Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires
Sit patiently and inly ruminate
The morning's danger, and their gesture sad
Investing lank-lean; cheeks and war-worn coats
Presenteth them unto the gazing moon
So many horrid ghosts. O now, who will behold
The royal captain of this ruin'd band
Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent,
Let him cry 'Praise and glory on his head!'
For forth he goes and visits all his host.
Bids them good morrow with a modest smile
And calls them brothers, friends and countrymen.
Upon his royal face there is no note
How dread an army hath enrounded him;
Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour
Unto the weary and all-watched night,
But freshly looks and over-bears attaint
With cheerful semblance and sweet majesty;
That every wretch, pining and pale before,
Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks:
A largess universal like the sun
His liberal eye doth give to every one,
Thawing cold fear, that mean and gentle all,
Behold, as may unworthiness define,
A little touch of Harry in the night.
And so our scene must to the battle fly;
Where--O for pity!--we shall much disgrace
With four or five most vile and ragged foils,
Right ill-disposed in brawl ridiculous,
The name of Agincourt. Yet sit and see,
Minding true things by what their mockeries be.
SCENE I. The English camp at Agincourt.Enter KING HENRY, BEDFORD, and GLOUCESTERKING HENRY VGloucester, 'tis true that we are in great danger;ERPINGHAM
The greater therefore should our courage be.
Good morrow, brother Bedford. God Almighty!
There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distil it out.
For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers,
Which is both healthful and good husbandry:
Besides, they are our outward consciences,
And preachers to us all, admonishing
That we should dress us fairly for our end.
Thus may we gather honey from the weed,
And make a moral of the devil himself.
Enter ERPINGHAMGood morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham:
A good soft pillow for that good white head
Were better than a churlish turf of France.
Not so, my liege: this lodging likes me better,KING HENRY V
Since I may say 'Now lie I like a king.'
'Tis good for men to love their present painsGLOUCESTER
Upon example; so the spirit is eased:
And when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt,
The organs, though defunct and dead before,
Break up their drowsy grave and newly move,
With casted slough and fresh legerity.
Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas. Brothers both,
Commend me to the princes in our camp;
Do my good morrow to them, and anon
Desire them an to my pavilion.
We shall, my liege.ERPINGHAM
Shall I attend your grace?KING HENRY V
No, my good knight;ERPINGHAM
Go with my brothers to my lords of England:
I and my bosom must debate awhile,
And then I would no other company.
The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry!KING HENRY V
Exeunt all but KING HENRYGod-a-mercy, old heart! thou speak'st cheerfully.PISTOL
Enter PISTOLQui va la?KING HENRY V
Discuss unto me; art thou officer?KING HENRY V
Or art thou base, common and popular?
I am a gentleman of a company.PISTOL
Trail'st thou the puissant pike?KING HENRY V
Even so. What are you?PISTOL
As good a gentleman as the emperor.KING HENRY V
Then you are a better than the king.PISTOL
The king's a bawcock, and a heart of gold,KING HENRY V
A lad of life, an imp of fame;
Of parents good, of fist most valiant.
I kiss his dirty shoe, and from heart-string
I love the lovely bully. What is thy name?
Harry le Roy.PISTOL
Le Roy! a Cornish name: art thou of Cornish crew?KING HENRY V
No, I am a Welshman.PISTOL
Know'st thou Fluellen?KING HENRY V
Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pateKING HENRY V
Upon Saint Davy's day.
Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day,PISTOL
lest he knock that about yours.
Art thou his friend?KING HENRY V
And his kinsman too.PISTOL
The figo for thee, then!KING HENRY V
I thank you: God be with you!PISTOL
My name is Pistol call'd.KING HENRY V
ExitIt sorts well with your fierceness.GOWER
Enter FLUELLEN and GOWERCaptain Fluellen!FLUELLEN
So! in the name of Jesu Christ, speak lower. It isGOWER
the greatest admiration of the universal world, when
the true and aunchient prerogatifes and laws of the
wars is not kept: if you would take the pains but to
examine the wars of Pompey the Great, you shall
find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle toddle
nor pibble pabble in Pompey's camp; I warrant you,
you shall find the ceremonies of the wars, and the
cares of it, and the forms of it, and the sobriety
of it, and the modesty of it, to be otherwise.
Why, the enemy is loud; you hear him all night.FLUELLEN
If the enemy is an ass and a fool and a pratingGOWER
coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also,
look you, be an ass and a fool and a prating
coxcomb? in your own conscience, now?
I will speak lower.FLUELLEN
I pray you and beseech you that you will.KING HENRY V
Exeunt GOWER and FLUELLENThough it appear a little out of fashion,COURT
There is much care and valour in this Welshman.
Enter three soldiers, JOHN BATES, ALEXANDER COURT, and MICHAEL WILLIAMSBrother John Bates, is not that the morning whichBATES
I think it be: but we have no great cause to desireWILLIAMS
the approach of day.
We see yonder the beginning of the day, but I thinkKING HENRY V
we shall never see the end of it. Who goes there?
Under what captain serve you?KING HENRY V
Under Sir Thomas Erpingham.WILLIAMS
A good old commander and a most kind gentleman: IKING HENRY V
pray you, what thinks he of our estate?
Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that look to beBATES
washed off the next tide.
He hath not told his thought to the king?KING HENRY V
No; nor it is not meet he should. For, though IBATES
speak it to you, I think the king is but a man, as I
am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me: the
element shows to him as it doth to me; all his
senses have but human conditions: his ceremonies
laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and
though his affections are higher mounted than ours,
yet, when they stoop, they stoop with the like
wing. Therefore when he sees reason of fears, as we
do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish
as ours are: yet, in reason, no man should possess
him with any appearance of fear, lest he, by showing
it, should dishearten his army.
He may show what outward courage he will; but IKING HENRY V
believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could wish
himself in Thames up to the neck; and so I would he
were, and I by him, at all adventures, so we were quit here.
By my troth, I will speak my conscience of the king:BATES
I think he would not wish himself any where but
where he is.
Then I would he were here alone; so should he beKING HENRY V
sure to be ransomed, and a many poor men's lives saved.
I dare say you love him not so ill, to wish him hereWILLIAMS
alone, howsoever you speak this to feel other men's
minds: methinks I could not die any where so
contented as in the king's company; his cause being
just and his quarrel honourable.
That's more than we know.BATES
Ay, or more than we should seek after; for we knowWILLIAMS
enough, if we know we are the kings subjects: if
his cause be wrong, our obedience to the king wipes
the crime of it out of us.
But if the cause be not good, the king himself hathKING HENRY V
a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs and
arms and heads, chopped off in battle, shall join
together at the latter day and cry all 'We died at
such a place;' some swearing, some crying for a
surgeon, some upon their wives left poor behind
them, some upon the debts they owe, some upon their
children rawly left. I am afeard there are few die
well that die in a battle; for how can they
charitably dispose of any thing, when blood is their
argument? Now, if these men do not die well, it
will be a black matter for the king that led them to
it; whom to disobey were against all proportion of
So, if a son that is by his father sent aboutWILLIAMS
merchandise do sinfully miscarry upon the sea, the
imputation of his wickedness by your rule, should be
imposed upon his father that sent him: or if a
servant, under his master's command transporting a
sum of money, be assailed by robbers and die in
many irreconciled iniquities, you may call the
business of the master the author of the servant's
damnation: but this is not so: the king is not
bound to answer the particular endings of his
soldiers, the father of his son, nor the master of
his servant; for they purpose not their death, when
they purpose their services. Besides, there is no
king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to
the arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all
unspotted soldiers: some peradventure have on them
the guilt of premeditated and contrived murder;
some, of beguiling virgins with the broken seals of
perjury; some, making the wars their bulwark, that
have before gored the gentle bosom of peace with
pillage and robbery. Now, if these men have
defeated the law and outrun native punishment,
though they can outstrip men, they have no wings to
fly from God: war is his beadle, war is vengeance;
so that here men are punished for before-breach of
the king's laws in now the king's quarrel: where
they feared the death, they have borne life away;
and where they would be safe, they perish: then if
they die unprovided, no more is the king guilty of
their damnation than he was before guilty of those
impieties for the which they are now visited. Every
subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's
soul is his own. Therefore should every soldier in
the wars do as every sick man in his bed, wash every
mote out of his conscience: and dying so, death
is to him advantage; or not dying, the time was
blessedly lost wherein such preparation was gained:
and in him that escapes, it were not sin to think
that, making God so free an offer, He let him
outlive that day to see His greatness and to teach
others how they should prepare.
'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill uponBATES
his own head, the king is not to answer it.
But I do not desire he should answer for me; andKING HENRY V
yet I determine to fight lustily for him.
I myself heard the king say he would not be ransomed.WILLIAMS
Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheerfully: butKING HENRY V
when our throats are cut, he may be ransomed, and we
ne'er the wiser.
If I live to see it, I will never trust his word after.WILLIAMS
You pay him then. That's a perilous shot out of anKING HENRY V
elder-gun, that a poor and private displeasure can
do against a monarch! you may as well go about to
turn the sun to ice with fanning in his face with a
peacock's feather. You'll never trust his word
after! come, 'tis a foolish saying.
Your reproof is something too round: I should beWILLIAMS
angry with you, if the time were convenient.
Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live.KING HENRY V
I embrace it.WILLIAMS
How shall I know thee again?KING HENRY V
Give me any gage of thine, and I will wear it in myWILLIAMS
bonnet: then, if ever thou darest acknowledge it, I
will make it my quarrel.
Here's my glove: give me another of thine.KING HENRY V
This will I also wear in my cap: if ever thou comeKING HENRY V
to me and say, after to-morrow, 'This is my glove,'
by this hand, I will take thee a box on the ear.
If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it.WILLIAMS
Thou darest as well be hanged.KING HENRY V
Well. I will do it, though I take thee in theWILLIAMS
Keep thy word: fare thee well.BATES
Be friends, you English fools, be friends: we haveKING HENRY V
French quarrels enow, if you could tell how to reckon.
Indeed, the French may lay twenty French crowns toERPINGHAM
one, they will beat us; for they bear them on their
shoulders: but it is no English treason to cut
French crowns, and to-morrow the king himself will
be a clipper.
Exeunt soldiersUpon the king! let us our lives, our souls,
Our debts, our careful wives,
Our children and our sins lay on the king!
We must bear all. O hard condition,
Twin-born with greatness, subject to the breath
Of every fool, whose sense no more can feel
But his own wringing! What infinite heart's-ease
Must kings neglect, that private men enjoy!
And what have kings, that privates have not too,
Save ceremony, save general ceremony?
And what art thou, thou idle ceremony?
What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more
Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers?
What are thy rents? what are thy comings in?
O ceremony, show me but thy worth!
What is thy soul of adoration?
Art thou aught else but place, degree and form,
Creating awe and fear in other men?
Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd
Than they in fearing.
What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,
But poison'd flattery? O, be sick, great greatness,
And bid thy ceremony give thee cure!
Think'st thou the fiery fever will go out
With titles blown from adulation?
Will it give place to flexure and low bending?
Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's knee,
Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream,
That play'st so subtly with a king's repose;
I am a king that find thee, and I know
'Tis not the balm, the sceptre and the ball,
The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,
The intertissued robe of gold and pearl,
The farced title running 'fore the king,
The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp
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,
But, like a lackey, from the rise to set
Sweats in the eye of Phoebus and all night
Sleeps in Elysium; next day after dawn,
Doth rise and help Hyperion to his horse,
And follows so the ever-running year,
With profitable labour, to his grave:
And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,
Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep,
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
What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace,
Whose hours the peasant best advantages.
Enter ERPINGHAMMy lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence,KING HENRY V
Seek through your camp to find you.
Good old knight,ERPINGHAM
Collect them all together at my tent:
I'll be before thee.
I shall do't, my lord.KING HENRY V
ExitO God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts;GLOUCESTER
Possess them not with fear; take from them now
The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers
Pluck their hearts from them. Not to-day, O Lord,
O, not to-day, think not upon the fault
My father made in compassing the crown!
I Richard's body have interred anew;
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 built
Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests
Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do;
Though all that I can do is nothing worth,
Since that my penitence comes after all,
Enter GLOUCESTERMy liege!KING HENRY V
My brother Gloucester's voice? Ay;
I know thy errand, I will go with thee:
The day, my friends and all things stay for me.
SCENE II. The French camp.Enter the DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, RAMBURES, and othersORLEANSThe sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords!DAUPHIN
Montez A cheval! My horse! varlet! laquais! ha!ORLEANS
O brave spirit!DAUPHIN
Via! les eaux et la terre.ORLEANS
Rien puis? L'air et la feu.DAUPHIN
Ciel, cousin Orleans.Constable
Enter ConstableNow, my lord constable!
Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh!DAUPHIN
Mount them, and make incision in their hides,RAMBURES
That their hot blood may spin in English eyes,
And dout them with superfluous courage, ha!
What, will you have them weep our horses' blood?Messenger
How shall we, then, behold their natural tears?
Enter MessengerThe English are embattled, you French peers.Constable
To horse, you gallant princes! straight to horse!GRANDPRE
Do but behold yon poor and starved band,
And your fair show shall suck away their souls,
Leaving them but the shales and husks of men.
There is not work enough for all our hands;
Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins
To give each naked curtle-axe a stain,
That our French gallants shall to-day draw out,
And sheathe 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 peasants,
Who in unnecessary action swarm
About our squares of battle, were enow
To purge this field of such a hilding foe,
Though we upon this mountain's basis by
Took stand for idle speculation:
But that our honours must not. What's to say?
A very little little let us do.
And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound
The tucket sonance and the note to mount;
For our approach shall so much dare the field
That England shall couch down in fear and yield.
Enter GRANDPREWhy do you stay so long, my lords of France?Constable
Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones,
Ill-favouredly become the morning field:
Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose,
And our air shakes them passing scornfully:
Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd host
And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps:
The horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks,
With torch-staves in their hand; and their poor jades
Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips,
The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes
And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit
Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionless;
And their executors, the knavish crows,
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.
They have said their prayers, and they stay for death.DAUPHIN
Shall we go send them dinners and fresh suitsConstable
And give their fasting horses provender,
And after fight with them?
I stay but for my guidon: to the field!
I will the banner from a trumpet take,
And use it for my haste. Come, come, away!
The sun is high, and we outwear the day.
SCENE III. The English camp.Enter GLOUCESTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, ERPINGHAM, with all his host: SALISBURY and WESTMORELANDGLOUCESTERWhere is the king?BEDFORD
The king himself is rode to view their battle.WESTMORELAND
Of fighting men they have full three score thousand.EXETER
There's five to one; besides, they all are fresh.SALISBURY
God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds.BEDFORD
God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge:
If we no more meet till we meet in heaven,
Then, joyfully, my noble Lord of Bedford,
My dear Lord Gloucester, and my good Lord Exeter,
And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu!
Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck go with thee!EXETER
Farewell, kind lord; fight valiantly to-day:BEDFORD
And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it,
For thou art framed of the firm truth of valour.
Exit SALISBURYHe is full of valour as of kindness;WESTMORELAND
Princely in both.
Enter the KINGO that we now had hereKING HENRY V
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!
What's he that wishes so?SALISBURY
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
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 more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
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 called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
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 neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
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,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Re-enter SALISBURYMy sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed:KING HENRY V
The French are bravely in their battles set,
And will with all expedience charge on us.
All things are ready, if our minds be so.WESTMORELAND
Perish the man whose mind is backward now!KING HENRY V
Thou dost not wish more help from England, coz?WESTMORELAND
God's will! my liege, would you and I alone,KING HENRY V
Without more help, could fight this royal battle!
Why, now thou hast unwish'd five thousand men;MONTJOY
Which likes me better than to wish us one.
You know your places: God be with you all!
Tucket. Enter MONTJOYOnce more I come to know of thee, King Harry,KING HENRY V
If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,
Before thy most assured overthrow:
For certainly thou art so near the gulf,
Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy,
The constable desires thee thou wilt mind
Thy followers of repentance; that their souls
May make a peaceful and a sweet retire
From off these fields, where, wretches, their poor bodies
Must lie and fester.
Who hath sent thee now?MONTJOY
The Constable of France.KING HENRY V
I pray thee, bear my former answer back:MONTJOY
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 lived, was killed with hunting him.
A many of our bodies shall no doubt
Find native graves; upon the which, I trust,
Shall witness live in brass of this day's work:
And those that leave their valiant bones in France,
Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills,
They shall be famed; for there the sun shall greet them,
And draw their honours reeking up to heaven;
Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime,
The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France.
Mark then abounding 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.
Let me speak proudly: tell the constable
We are but warriors for the working-day;
Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirch'd
With rainy marching in the painful field;
There's not a piece of feather in our host--
Good argument, I hope, we will not fly--
And time hath worn us into slovenry:
But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim;
And my poor soldiers tell me, yet ere night
They'll be in fresher robes, or they will pluck
The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' 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;
Which if they have as I will leave 'em them,
Shall yield them little, tell the constable.
I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well:KING HENRY V
Thou never shalt hear herald any more.
ExitI fear thou'lt once more come again for ransom.YORK
Enter YORKMy lord, most humbly on my knee I begKING HENRY V
The leading of the vaward.
Take it, brave York. Now, soldiers, march away:
And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!
SCENE IV. The field of battle.Alarum. Excursions. Enter PISTOL, French Soldier, and BoyPISTOLYield, cur!French Soldier
Je pense que vous etes gentilhomme de bonne qualite.PISTOL
Qualtitie calmie custure me! Art thou a gentleman?French Soldier
what is thy name? discuss.
O Seigneur Dieu!PISTOL
O, Signieur Dew should be a gentleman:French Soldier
Perpend my words, O Signieur Dew, and mark;
O Signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox,
Except, O signieur, thou do give to me
O, prenez misericorde! ayez pitie de moi!PISTOL
Moy shall not serve; I will have forty moys;French Soldier
Or I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat
In drops of crimson blood.
Est-il impossible d'echapper la force de ton bras?PISTOL
Brass, cur!French Soldier
Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat,
Offer'st me brass?
O pardonnez moi!PISTOL
Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys?Boy
Come hither, boy: ask me this slave in French
What is his name.
Ecoutez: comment etes-vous appele?French Soldier
Monsieur le Fer.Boy
He says his name is Master Fer.PISTOL
Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk him, and ferretBoy
him: discuss the same in French unto him.
I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and firk.PISTOL
Bid him prepare; for I will cut his throat.French Soldier
Que dit-il, monsieur?Boy
Il me commande de vous dire que vous faites vousPISTOL
pret; car ce soldat ici est dispose tout a cette
heure de couper votre gorge.
Owy, cuppele gorge, permafoy,French Soldier
Peasant, unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns;
Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.
O, je vous supplie, pour l'amour de Dieu, mePISTOL
pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison:
gardez ma vie, et je vous donnerai deux cents ecus.
What are his words?Boy
He prays you to save his life: he is a gentleman ofPISTOL
a good house; and for his ransom he will give you
two hundred crowns.
Tell him my fury shall abate, and I the crowns will take.French Soldier
Petit monsieur, que dit-il?Boy
Encore qu'il est contre son jurement de pardonnerFrench Soldier
aucun prisonnier, neanmoins, pour les ecus que vous
l'avez promis, il est content de vous donner la
liberte, le franchisement.
Sur mes genoux je vous donne mille remercimens; etPISTOL
je m'estime heureux que je suis tombe entre les
mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave,
vaillant, et tres distingue seigneur d'Angleterre.
Expound unto me, boy.Boy
He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand thanks; andPISTOL
he esteems himself happy that he hath fallen into
the hands of one, as he thinks, the most brave,
valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of England.
As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.Boy
Suivez-vous le grand capitaine.
Exeunt PISTOL, and French SoldierI did never know so full a voice issue from so
empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty
vessel makes the greatest sound.' Bardolph and Nym
had ten times more valour than this roaring devil i'
the old play, that every one may pare his nails with
a wooden dagger; and they are both hanged; and so
would this be, if he durst steal any thing
adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys, with
the luggage of our camp: the French might have a
good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is
none to guard it but boys.
SCENE V. Another part of the field.Enter Constable, ORLEANS, BOURBON, DAUPHIN, and RAMBURESConstableO diable!ORLEANS
O seigneur! le jour est perdu, tout est perdu!DAUPHIN
Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!Constable
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes. O merchante fortune!
Do not run away.
A short alarumWhy, all our ranks are broke.DAUPHIN
O perdurable shame! let's stab ourselves.ORLEANS
Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for?
Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?BOURBON
Shame and eternal shame, nothing but shame!Constable
Let us die in honour: 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,
His fairest daughter is contaminated.
Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now!ORLEANS
Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.
We are enow yet living in the fieldBOURBON
To smother up the English in our throngs,
If any order might be thought upon.
The devil take order now! I'll to the throng:
Let life be short; else shame will be too long.
SCENE VI. Another part of the field.Alarums. Enter KING HENRY and forces, EXETER, and othersKING HENRY VWell have we done, thrice valiant countrymen:EXETER
But all's not done; yet keep the French the field.
The Duke of York commends him to your majesty.KING HENRY V
Lives he, good uncle? thrice within this hourEXETER
I saw him down; thrice up again and fighting;
From helmet to the spur all blood he was.
In which array, brave soldier, doth he lie,KING HENRY V
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 spawn 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 abreast,
As in this glorious and well-foughten field
We kept together in our chivalry!'
Upon these words I came and cheer'd him up:
He smiled me in the face, raught me his hand,
And, with a feeble gripe, says 'Dear my lord,
Commend my service to me sovereign.'
So did he turn and over Suffolk's neck
He threw his wounded arm and kiss'd his lips;
And so espoused to death, with blood he seal'd
A testament of noble-ending love.
The pretty and sweet manner of it forced
Those waters from me which I would have stopp'd;
But I had not so much of man in me,
And all my mother came into mine eyes
And gave me up to tears.
I blame you not;
For, hearing this, I must perforce compound
With mistful eyes, or they will issue too.
AlarumBut, hark! what new alarum is this same?
The French have reinforced their scatter'd men:
Then every soldier kill his prisoners:
Give the word through.
SCENE VII. Another part of the field.Enter FLUELLEN and GOWERFLUELLENKill the poys and the luggage! 'tis expresslyGOWER
against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant a piece of
knavery, mark you now, as can be offer't; in your
conscience, now, is it not?
'Tis certain there's not a boy left alive; and theFLUELLEN
cowardly rascals that ran from the battle ha' 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
Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, Captain Gower. WhatGOWER
call you the town's name where Alexander the Pig was born!
Alexander the Great.FLUELLEN
Why, I pray you, is not pig great? the pig, or theGOWER
great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the
magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the phrase
is a little variations.
I think Alexander the Great was born in Macedon; hisFLUELLEN
father was called Philip of Macedon, as I take it.
I think it is in Macedon where Alexander is porn. IGOWER
tell you, captain, if you look in the maps of the
'orld, I warrant you sall 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 best friend, Cleitus.
Our king is not like him in that: he never killedFLUELLEN
any of his friends.
It is not well done, mark you now take the tales outGOWER
of my mouth, ere it is made and finished. I speak
but in the figures and comparisons of it: as
Alexander killed his friend Cleitus, 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 belly-doublet: he
was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and
mocks; I have forgot his name.
Sir John Falstaff.FLUELLEN
That is he: I'll tell you there is good men porn at Monmouth.GOWER
Here comes his majesty.KING HENRY V
Alarum. Enter KING HENRY, and forces; WARWICK, GLOUCESTER, EXETER, and othersI was not angry since I came to FranceEXETER
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,
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:
Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have,
And not a man of them that we shall take
Shall taste our mercy. Go and tell them so.
Enter MONTJOYHere comes the herald of the French, my liege.GLOUCESTER
His eyes are humbler than they used to be.KING HENRY V
How now! what means this, herald? know'st thou notMONTJOY
That I have fined these bones of mine for ransom?
Comest thou again for ransom?
No, great king:KING HENRY V
I come to thee for charitable licence,
That we may wander o'er this bloody field
To look 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
In blood of princes; and their wounded steeds
Fret fetlock deep in gore and with wild rage
Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters,
Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king,
To view the field in safety and dispose
Of their dead bodies!
I tell thee truly, herald,MONTJOY
I know not if the day be ours or no;
For yet a many of your horsemen peer
And gallop o'er the field.
The day is yours.KING HENRY V
Praised be God, and not our strength, for it!MONTJOY
What is this castle call'd that stands hard by?
They call it Agincourt.KING HENRY V
Then call we this the field of Agincourt,FLUELLEN
Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.
Your grandfather of famous memory, an't please yourKING HENRY V
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.
They did, Fluellen.FLUELLEN
Your majesty says very true: if your majesties isKING HENRY V
remembered of it, the Welshmen did good service in a
garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their
Monmouth caps; which, your majesty know, to this
hour is an honourable badge of the service; and I do
believe your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek
upon Saint Tavy's day.
I wear it for a memorable honour;FLUELLEN
For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman.
All the water in Wye cannot wash your majesty'sKING HENRY V
Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that:
God pless it and preserve it, as long as it pleases
his grace, and his majesty too!
Thanks, good my countryman.FLUELLEN
By Jeshu, I am your majesty's countryman, I care notKING HENRY V
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.
God keep me so! Our heralds go with him:EXETER
Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
On both our parts. Call yonder fellow hither.
Points to WILLIAMS. Exeunt Heralds with MontjoySoldier, you must come to the king.KING HENRY V
Soldier, why wearest thou that glove in thy cap?WILLIAMS
An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of one thatKING HENRY V
I should fight withal, if he be alive.
An't please your majesty, a rascal that swaggeredKING HENRY V
with me last night; who, if alive and ever dare to
challenge this glove, I have sworn to take him a box
o' th' 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.
What think you, Captain Fluellen? is it fit thisFLUELLEN
soldier keep his oath?
He is a craven and a villain else, an't please yourKING HENRY V
majesty, in my conscience.
It may be his enemy is a gentleman of great sort,FLUELLEN
quite from the answer of his degree.
Though he be as good a gentleman as the devil is, asKING HENRY V
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 Jacksauce, as ever his black
shoe trod upon God's ground and his earth, in my
Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meetest the fellow.WILLIAMS
So I will, my liege, as I live.KING HENRY V
Who servest thou under?WILLIAMS
Under Captain Gower, my liege.FLUELLEN
Gower is a good captain, and is good knowledge andKING HENRY V
literatured in the wars.
Call him hither to me, soldier.WILLIAMS
I will, my liege.KING HENRY V
ExitHere, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for me andFLUELLEN
stick it in thy cap: when Alencon and myself were
down together, I plucked this glove from his helm:
if any man challenge this, he is a friend to
Alencon, and an enemy to our person; if thou
encounter any such, apprehend him, an thou dost me love.
Your grace doo's me as great honours as can beKING HENRY V
desired in the hearts of his subjects: I would fain
see the man, that has but two legs, that shall find
himself aggrieved at this glove; that is all; but I
would fain see it once, an please God of his grace
that I might see.
Knowest thou Gower?FLUELLEN
He is my dear friend, an please you.KING HENRY V
Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to my tent.FLUELLEN
I will fetch him.KING HENRY V
ExitMy Lord of Warwick, and my brother Gloucester,
Follow Fluellen closely at the heels:
The glove which I have given him for a favour
May haply purchase him a box o' th' ear;
It is the soldier's; I by bargain should
Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick:
If that the soldier strike him, as I judge
By his blunt bearing he will keep his word,
Some sudden mischief may arise of it;
For I do know Fluellen valiant
And, touched with choler, hot as gunpowder,
And quickly will return an injury:
Follow and see there be no harm between them.
Go you with me, uncle of Exeter.
SCENE VIII. Before KING HENRY'S pavilion.Enter GOWER and WILLIAMSWILLIAMSI warrant it is to knight you, captain.FLUELLEN
Enter FLUELLENGod's will and his pleasure, captain, I beseech youWILLIAMS
now, come apace to the king: there is more good
toward you peradventure than is in your knowledge to dream of.
Sir, know you this glove?FLUELLEN
Know the glove! I know the glove is glove.WILLIAMS
I know this; and thus I challenge it.FLUELLEN
Strikes him'Sblood! an arrant traitor as any is in theGOWER
universal world, or in France, or in England!
How now, sir! you villain!WILLIAMS
Do you think I'll be forsworn?FLUELLEN
Stand away, Captain Gower; I will give treason hisWILLIAMS
payment into ploughs, I warrant you.
I am no traitor.FLUELLEN
That's a lie in thy throat. I charge you in hisWARWICK
majesty's name, apprehend him: he's a friend of the
Enter WARWICK and GLOUCESTERHow now, how now! what's the matter?FLUELLEN
My Lord of Warwick, here is--praised be God for it!KING HENRY V
--a most contagious treason come to light, look
you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Here is
Enter KING HENRY and EXETERHow now! what's the matter?FLUELLEN
My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that,WILLIAMS
look your grace, has struck the glove which your
majesty is take out of the helmet of Alencon.
My liege, this was my glove; here is the fellow ofFLUELLEN
it; and he that I gave it to in change promised to
wear it in his cap: I promised to strike him, if he
did: I met this man with my glove in his cap, and I
have been as good as my word.
Your majesty hear now, saving your majesty'sKING HENRY V
manhood, what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lousy
knave it is: I hope your majesty is pear me
testimony and witness, and will avouchment, that
this is the glove of Alencon, that your majesty is
give me; in your conscience, now?
Give me thy glove, soldier: look, here is theFLUELLEN
fellow of it.
'Twas I, indeed, thou promised'st to strike;
And thou hast given me most bitter terms.
An please your majesty, let his neck answer for it,KING HENRY V
if there is any martial law in the world.
How canst thou make me satisfaction?WILLIAMS
All offences, my lord, come from the heart: neverKING HENRY V
came any from mine that might offend your majesty.
It was ourself thou didst abuse.WILLIAMS
Your majesty came not like yourself: you appeared toKING HENRY V
me but as a common man; witness the night, your
garments, your lowliness; and what your highness
suffered under that shape, I beseech you take it for
your own fault and not mine: for had you been as I
took you for, I made no offence; therefore, I
beseech your highness, pardon me.
Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns,FLUELLEN
And give it to this fellow. Keep it, fellow;
And wear it for an honour in thy cap
Till I do challenge it. Give him the crowns:
And, captain, you must needs be friends with him.
By this day and this light, the fellow has mettleWILLIAMS
enough in his belly. Hold, there is twelve pence
for you; and I pray you to serve Got, and keep you
out of prawls, and prabbles' and quarrels, and
dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the better for you.
I will none of your money.FLUELLEN
It is with a good will; I can tell you, it willKING HENRY V
serve you to mend your shoes: come, wherefore should
you be so pashful? your shoes is not so good: 'tis
a good silling, I warrant you, or I will change it.
Enter an English HeraldNow, herald, are the dead number'd?Herald
Here is the number of the slaughter'd French.KING HENRY V
What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle?EXETER
Charles Duke of Orleans, nephew to the king;KING HENRY V
John Duke of Bourbon, and Lord Bouciqualt:
Of other lords and barons, knights and squires,
Full fifteen hundred, besides common men.
This note doth tell me of ten thousand FrenchEXETER
That in the field lie slain: of princes, in this number,
And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
One hundred twenty six: added to these,
Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen,
Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which,
Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights:
So that, in these ten thousand they have lost,
There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries;
The rest are princes, barons, lords, knights, squires,
And gentlemen of blood and quality.
The names of those their nobles that lie dead:
Charles Delabreth, high constable of France;
Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France;
The master of the cross-bows, Lord Rambures;
Great Master of France, the brave Sir Guichard Dolphin,
John Duke of Alencon, Anthony Duke of Brabant,
The brother of the Duke of Burgundy,
And Edward Duke of Bar: of lusty earls,
Grandpre and Roussi, Fauconberg and Foix,
Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Lestrale.
Here was a royal fellowship of death!
Where is the number of our English dead?
Herald shews him another paperEdward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk,
Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam, esquire:
None else of name; and of all other men
But five and twenty. O God, thy arm was here;
And not to us, but to thy arm alone,
Ascribe we all! When, without stratagem,
But in plain shock and even play of battle,
Was ever known so great and little loss
On one part and on the other? Take it, God,
For it is none but thine!
'Tis wonderful!KING HENRY V
Come, go we in procession to the village.FLUELLEN
And be it death proclaimed through our host
To boast of this or take the praise from God
Which is his only.
Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tellKING HENRY V
how many is killed?
Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgement,FLUELLEN
That God fought for us.
Yes, my conscience, he did us great good.KING HENRY V
Do we all holy rites;
Let there be sung 'Non nobis' and 'Te Deum;'
The dead with charity enclosed in clay:
And then to Calais; and to England then:
Where ne'er from France arrived more happy men.
PROLOGUEEnter ChorusChorusVouchsafe to those that have not read the story,
That I may prompt them: and of such as have,
I humbly pray them to admit the excuse
Of time, of numbers and due course of things,
Which cannot in their huge and proper life
Be here presented. Now we bear the king
Toward Calais: grant him there; there seen,
Heave him away upon your winged thoughts
Athwart the sea. Behold, the English beach
Pales in the flood with men, with wives and boys,
Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep mouth'd sea,
Which like a mighty whiffler 'fore the king
Seems to prepare his way: so let him land,
And solemnly see him set on to London.
So swift a pace hath thought that even now
You may imagine him upon Blackheath;
Where that his lords desire him to have borne
His bruised helmet and his bended sword
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,
How London doth pour out her citizens!
The mayor and all his brethren in best sort,
Like to the senators of the antique Rome,
With the plebeians swarming at their heels,
Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in:
As, by a lower but loving likelihood,
Were now the general of our gracious empress,
As in good time he may, from Ireland coming,
Bringing rebellion broached on his sword,
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;
The emperor's coming in behalf of France,
To order peace between them; and omit
All the occurrences, whatever chanced,
Till Harry's back-return again to France:
There must we bring him; and myself have play'd
The interim, by remembering you 'tis past.
Then brook abridgment, and your eyes advance,
After your thoughts, straight back again to France.
SCENE I. France. The English camp.Enter FLUELLEN and GOWERGOWERNay, that's right; but why wear you your leek today?FLUELLEN
Saint Davy's day is past.
There is occasions and causes why and wherefore inGOWER
all things: I will tell you, asse my friend,
Captain Gower: the rascally, scald, beggarly,
lousy, pragging knave, Pistol, which you and
yourself and all the world 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 bid me eat my leek: it was in place
where I could not breed no contention with him; but
I will be so bold as to wear it in my cap till I see
him once again, and then I will tell him a little
piece of my desires.
Enter PISTOLWhy, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock.FLUELLEN
'Tis no matter for his swellings nor hisPISTOL
turkey-cocks. God pless you, Aunchient Pistol! you
scurvy, lousy knave, God pless you!
Ha! art thou bedlam? dost thou thirst, base Trojan,FLUELLEN
To have me fold up Parca's fatal web?
Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek.
I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lousy knave, at myPISTOL
desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eat,
look you, this leek: because, look you, you do not
love it, nor your affections and your appetites and
your digestions doo's not agree with it, I would
desire you to eat it.
Not for Cadwallader and all his goats.FLUELLEN
There is one goat for you.PISTOL
Strikes himWill you be so good, scauld knave, as eat it?
Base Trojan, thou shalt die.FLUELLEN
You say very true, scauld knave, when God's will is:GOWER
I will desire you to live in the mean time, and eat
your victuals: come, there is sauce for it.
Strikes himYou called me yesterday mountain-squire; but I will
make you to-day a squire of low degree. I pray you,
fall to: if you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek.
Enough, captain: you have astonished him.FLUELLEN
I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, orPISTOL
I will peat his pate four days. Bite, I pray you; it
is good for your green wound and your ploody coxcomb.
Must I bite?FLUELLEN
Yes, certainly, and out of doubt and out of questionPISTOL
too, and ambiguities.
By this leek, I will most horribly revenge: I eatFLUELLEN
and eat, I swear--
Eat, I pray you: will you have some more sauce toPISTOL
your leek? there is not enough leek to swear by.
Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see I eat.FLUELLEN
Much good do you, scauld knave, heartily. Nay, prayPISTOL
you, throw none away; the skin is good for your
broken coxcomb. When you take occasions to see leeks
hereafter, I pray you, mock at 'em; that is all.
Ay, leeks is good: hold you, there is a groat toPISTOL
heal your pate.
Me a groat!FLUELLEN
Yes, verily and in truth, you shall take it; or IPISTOL
have another leek in my pocket, which you shall eat.
I take thy groat in earnest of revenge.FLUELLEN
If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cudgels:PISTOL
you shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but
cudgels. God b' wi' you, and keep you, and heal your pate.
ExitAll hell shall stir for this.GOWER
Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly knave. WillPISTOL
you mock at an ancient tradition, begun upon an
honourable respect, and worn as a memorable trophy of
predeceased valour and dare not avouch in your deeds
any of your words? I have seen you gleeking and
galling at this gentleman twice or thrice. You
thought, because he could not speak English in the
native garb, he could not therefore handle an
English cudgel: you find it otherwise; and
henceforth let a Welsh correction teach you a good
English condition. Fare ye well.
ExitDoth Fortune play the huswife with me now?
News have I, that my Nell is dead i' the spital
Of malady of France;
And there my rendezvous is quite cut off.
Old I do wax; and from my weary limbs
Honour is cudgelled. Well, bawd I'll turn,
And something lean to cutpurse of quick hand.
To England will I steal, and there I'll steal:
And patches will I get unto these cudgell'd scars,
And swear I got them in the Gallia wars.
SCENE II. France. A royal palace.Enter, at one door KING HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, WESTMORELAND, and other Lords; at another, the FRENCH KING, QUEEN ISABEL, the PRINCESS KATHARINE, ALICE and other Ladies; the DUKE of BURGUNDY, and his trainKING HENRY VPeace to this meeting, wherefore we are met!KING OF FRANCE
Unto our brother France, and to our sister,
Health and fair time of day; joy and good wishes
To our most fair and princely cousin Katharine;
And, as a branch and member of this royalty,
By whom this great assembly is contrived,
We do salute you, Duke of Burgundy;
And, princes French, and peers, health to you all!
Right joyous are we to behold your face,QUEEN ISABEL
Most worthy brother England; fairly met:
So are you, princes English, every one.
So happy be the issue, brother England,KING HENRY V
Of this good day and of this gracious meeting,
As we are now glad to behold your eyes;
Your eyes, which hitherto have borne in them
Against the French, that met them in their bent,
The fatal balls of murdering basilisks:
The venom of such looks, we fairly hope,
Have lost their quality, and that this day
Shall change all griefs and quarrels into love.
To cry amen to that, thus we appear.QUEEN ISABEL
You English princes all, I do salute you.BURGUNDY
My duty to you both, on equal love,KING HENRY V
Great Kings of France and England! That I have labour'd,
With all my wits, my pains and strong endeavours,
To bring your most imperial majesties
Unto this bar and royal interview,
Your mightiness on both parts best can witness.
Since then my office hath so far prevail'd
That, face to face and royal eye to eye,
You have congreeted, let it not disgrace me,
If I demand, before this royal view,
What rub or what impediment there is,
Why that the naked, poor and mangled Peace,
Dear nurse of arts and joyful births,
Should not in this best garden of the world
Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage?
Alas, she hath from France too long been chased,
And all her husbandry doth lie on heaps,
Corrupting in its own fertility.
Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart,
Unpruned dies; her hedges even-pleach'd,
Like prisoners wildly overgrown with hair,
Put forth disorder'd twigs; her fallow leas
The darnel, hemlock and rank fumitory
Doth root upon, while that the coulter rusts
That should deracinate such savagery;
The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth
The freckled cowslip, burnet and green clover,
Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank,
Conceives by idleness and nothing teems
But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs,
Losing both beauty and utility.
And as our vineyards, fallows, meads and hedges,
Defective in their natures, grow to wildness,
Even so our houses and ourselves and children
Have lost, or do not learn for want of time,
The sciences that should become our country;
But grow like savages,--as soldiers will
That nothing do but meditate on blood,--
To swearing and stern looks, diffused attire
And every thing that seems unnatural.
Which to reduce into our former favour
You are assembled: and my speech entreats
That I may know the let, why gentle Peace
Should not expel these inconveniences
And bless us with her former qualities.
If, Duke of Burgundy, you would the peace,BURGUNDY
Whose want gives growth to the imperfections
Which you have cited, you must buy that peace
With full accord to all our just demands;
Whose tenors and particular effects
You have enscheduled briefly in your hands.
The king hath heard them; to the which as yetKING HENRY V
There is no answer made.
Well then the peace,KING OF FRANCE
Which you before so urged, lies in his answer.
I have but with a cursorary eyeKING HENRY V
O'erglanced the articles: pleaseth your grace
To appoint some of your council presently
To sit with us once more, with better heed
To re-survey them, we will suddenly
Pass our accept and peremptory answer.
Brother, we shall. Go, uncle Exeter,QUEEN ISABEL
And brother Clarence, and you, brother Gloucester,
Warwick and Huntingdon, go with the king;
And take with you free power to ratify,
Augment, or alter, as your wisdoms best
Shall see advantageable for our dignity,
Any thing in or out of our demands,
And we'll consign thereto. Will you, fair sister,
Go with the princes, or stay here with us?
Our gracious brother, I will go with them:KING HENRY V
Haply a woman's voice may do some good,
When articles too nicely urged be stood on.
Yet leave our cousin Katharine here with us:QUEEN ISABEL
She is our capital demand, comprised
Within the fore-rank of our articles.
She hath good leave.KING HENRY V
Exeunt all except HENRY, KATHARINE, and ALICEFair Katharine, and most fair,KATHARINE
Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms
Such as will enter at a lady's ear
And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?
Your majesty shall mock at me; I cannot speak your England.KING HENRY V
O fair Katharine, if you will love me soundly withKATHARINE
your French heart, I will be glad to hear you
confess it brokenly with your English tongue. Do
you like me, Kate?
Pardonnez-moi, I cannot tell vat is 'like me.'KING HENRY V
An angel is like you, Kate, and you are like an angel.KATHARINE
Que dit-il? que je suis semblable a les anges?ALICE
Oui, vraiment, sauf votre grace, ainsi dit-il.KING HENRY V
I said so, dear Katharine; and I must not blush toKATHARINE
O bon Dieu! les langues des hommes sont pleines deKING HENRY V
What says she, fair one? that the tongues of menALICE
are full of deceits?
Oui, dat de tongues of de mans is be full ofKING HENRY V
deceits: dat is de princess.
The princess is the better Englishwoman. I' faith,KATHARINE
Kate, my wooing is fit for thy understanding: I am
glad thou canst speak no better English; for, if
thou couldst, thou wouldst find me such a plain king
that thou wouldst think I had sold my farm to buy my
crown. I know no ways to mince it in love, but
directly to say 'I love you:' then if you urge me
farther than to say 'do you in faith?' I wear out
my suit. Give me your answer; i' faith, do: and so
clap hands and a bargain: how say you, lady?
Sauf votre honneur, me understand vell.KING HENRY V
Marry, if you would put me to verses or to dance forKATHARINE
your sake, Kate, why you undid me: for the one, I
have neither words nor measure, and for the other, I
have no strength in measure, yet a reasonable
measure in strength. If I could win a lady at
leap-frog, or by vaulting into my saddle with my
armour on my back, under the correction of bragging
be it spoken. I should quickly leap into a wife.
Or if I might buffet for my love, or bound my horse
for her favours, I could lay on like a butcher and
sit like a jack-an-apes, never off. But, before God,
Kate, I cannot look greenly nor gasp out my
eloquence, nor I have no cunning in protestation;
only downright oaths, which I never use till urged,
nor never break for urging. If thou canst love a
fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth
sun-burning, that never looks in his glass for love
of any thing he sees there, let thine eye be thy
cook. I speak to thee plain soldier: If thou canst
love me for this, take me: if not, to say to thee
that I shall die, is true; but for thy love, by the
Lord, no; yet I love thee too. And while thou
livest, dear Kate, take a fellow of plain and
uncoined constancy; for he perforce must do thee
right, because he hath not the gift to woo in other
places: for these fellows of infinite tongue, that
can rhyme themselves into ladies' favours, they do
always reason themselves out again. What! a
speaker is but a prater; a rhyme is but a ballad. A
good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a
black beard will turn white; a curled pate will grow
bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax
hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the
moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon; for it
shines bright and never changes, but keeps his
course truly. If thou would have such a one, take
me; and take me, take a soldier; take a soldier,
take a king. And what sayest thou then to my love?
speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.
Is it possible dat I sould love de enemy of France?KING HENRY V
No; it is not possible you should love the enemy ofKATHARINE
France, Kate: but, in loving me, you should love
the friend of France; for I love France so well that
I will not part with a village of it; I will have it
all mine: and, Kate, when France is mine and I am
yours, then yours is France and you are mine.
I cannot tell vat is dat.KING HENRY V
No, Kate? I will tell thee in French; which I amKATHARINE
sure will hang upon my tongue like a new-married
wife about her husband's neck, hardly to be shook
off. Je quand sur le possession de France, et quand
vous avez le possession de moi,--let me see, what
then? Saint Denis be my speed!--donc votre est
France et vous etes mienne. It is as easy for me,
Kate, to conquer the kingdom as to speak so much
more French: I shall never move thee in French,
unless it be to laugh at me.
Sauf votre honneur, le Francois que vous parlez, ilKING HENRY V
est meilleur que l'Anglois lequel je parle.
No, faith, is't not, Kate: but thy speaking of myKATHARINE
tongue, and I thine, most truly-falsely, must needs
be granted to be much at one. But, Kate, dost thou
understand thus much English, canst thou love me?
I cannot tell.KING HENRY V
Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll askKATHARINE
them. Come, I know thou lovest me: and at night,
when you come into your closet, you'll question this
gentlewoman about me; and I know, Kate, you will to
her dispraise those parts in me that you love with
your heart: but, good Kate, mock me mercifully; the
rather, gentle princess, because I love thee
cruelly. If ever thou beest mine, Kate, as I have a
saving faith within me tells me thou shalt, I get
thee with scambling, and thou must therefore needs
prove a good soldier-breeder: shall not thou and I,
between Saint Denis and Saint George, compound a
boy, half French, half English, that shall go to
Constantinople and take the Turk by the beard?
shall we not? what sayest thou, my fair
I do not know datKING HENRY V
No; 'tis hereafter to know, but now to promise: doKATHARINE
but now promise, Kate, you will endeavour for your
French part of such a boy; and for my English moiety
take the word of a king and a bachelor. How answer
you, la plus belle Katharine du monde, mon tres cher
et devin deesse?
Your majestee ave fausse French enough to deceive deKING HENRY V
most sage demoiselle dat is en France.
Now, fie upon my false French! By mine honour, inKATHARINE
true English, I love thee, Kate: by which honour I
dare not swear thou lovest me; yet my blood begins to
flatter me that thou dost, notwithstanding the poor
and untempering effect of my visage. Now, beshrew
my father's ambition! he was thinking of civil wars
when he got me: therefore was I created with a
stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that, when
I come to woo ladies, I fright them. But, in faith,
Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear:
my comfort is, that old age, that ill layer up of
beauty, can do no more, spoil upon my face: thou
hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst; and thou
shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and better:
and therefore tell me, most fair Katharine, will you
have me? Put off your maiden blushes; avouch the
thoughts of your heart with the looks of an empress;
take me by the hand, and say 'Harry of England I am
thine:' which word thou shalt no sooner bless mine
ear withal, but I will tell thee aloud 'England is
thine, Ireland is thine, France is thine, and Harry
Plantagenet is thine;' who though I speak it before
his face, if he be not fellow with the best king,
thou shalt find the best king of good fellows.
Come, your answer in broken music; for thy voice is
music and thy English broken; therefore, queen of
all, Katharine, break thy mind to me in broken
English; wilt thou have me?
Dat is as it sall please de roi mon pere.KING HENRY V
Nay, it will please him well, Kate it shall pleaseKATHARINE
Den it sall also content me.KING HENRY V
Upon that I kiss your hand, and I call you my queen.KATHARINE
Laissez, mon seigneur, laissez, laissez: ma foi, jeKING HENRY V
ne veux point que vous abaissiez votre grandeur en
baisant la main d'une de votre seigeurie indigne
serviteur; excusez-moi, je vous supplie, mon
Then I will kiss your lips, Kate.KATHARINE
Les dames et demoiselles pour etre baisees devantKING HENRY V
leur noces, il n'est pas la coutume de France.
Madam my interpreter, what says she?ALICE
Dat it is not be de fashion pour les ladies ofKING HENRY V
France,--I cannot tell vat is baiser en Anglish.
Your majesty entendre bettre que moi.KING HENRY V
It is not a fashion for the maids in France to kissALICE
before they are married, would she say?
Oui, vraiment.KING HENRY V
O Kate, nice customs curtsy to great kings. DearBURGUNDY
Kate, you and I cannot be confined within the weak
list of a country's fashion: we are the makers of
manners, Kate; and the liberty that follows our
places stops the mouth of all find-faults; as I will
do yours, for upholding the nice fashion of your
country in denying me a kiss: therefore, patiently
Kissing herYou have witchcraft in your lips, Kate: there is
more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the
tongues of the French council; and they should
sooner persuade Harry of England than a general
petition of monarchs. Here comes your father.
Re-enter the FRENCH KING and his QUEEN, BURGUNDY, and other LordsGod save your majesty! my royal cousin, teach youKING HENRY V
our princess English?
I would have her learn, my fair cousin, howBURGUNDY
perfectly I love her; and that is good English.
Is she not apt?KING HENRY V
Our tongue is rough, coz, and my condition is notBURGUNDY
smooth; so that, having neither the voice nor the
heart of flattery about me, I cannot so conjure up
the spirit of love in her, that he will appear in
his true likeness.
Pardon the frankness of my mirth, if I answer youKING HENRY V
for that. If you would conjure in her, you must
make a circle; if conjure up love in her in his true
likeness, he must appear naked and blind. Can you
blame her then, being a maid yet rosed over with the
virgin crimson of modesty, if she deny the
appearance of a naked blind boy in her naked seeing
self? It were, my lord, a hard condition for a maid
to consign to.
Yet they do wink and yield, as love is blind and enforces.BURGUNDY
They are then excused, my lord, when they see notKING HENRY V
what they do.
Then, good my lord, teach your cousin to consent winking.BURGUNDY
I will wink on her to consent, my lord, if you willKING HENRY V
teach her to know my meaning: for maids, well
summered and warm kept, are like flies at
Bartholomew-tide, blind, though they have their
eyes; and then they will endure handling, which
before would not abide looking on.
This moral ties me over to time and a hot summer;BURGUNDY
and so I shall catch the fly, your cousin, in the
latter end and she must be blind too.
As love is, my lord, before it loves.KING HENRY V
It is so: and you may, some of you, thank love forFRENCH KING
my blindness, who cannot see many a fair French city
for one fair French maid that stands in my way.
Yes, my lord, you see them perspectively, the citiesKING HENRY V
turned into a maid; for they are all girdled with
maiden walls that war hath never entered.
Shall Kate be my wife?FRENCH KING
So please you.KING HENRY V
I am content; so the maiden cities you talk of mayFRENCH KING
wait on her: so the maid that stood in the way for
my wish shall show me the way to my will.
We have consented to all terms of reason.KING HENRY V
Is't so, my lords of England?WESTMORELAND
The king hath granted every article:EXETER
His daughter first, and then in sequel all,
According to their firm proposed natures.
Only he hath not yet subscribed this:FRENCH KING
Where your majesty demands, that the King of France,
having any occasion to write for matter of grant,
shall name your highness in this form and with this
addition in French, Notre trescher fils Henri, Roi
d'Angleterre, Heritier de France; and thus in
Latin, Praeclarissimus filius noster Henricus, Rex
Angliae, et Haeres Franciae.
Nor this I have not, brother, so denied,KING HENRY V
But your request shall make me let it pass.
I pray you then, in love and dear alliance,FRENCH KING
Let that one article rank with the rest;
And thereupon give me your daughter.
Take her, fair son, and from her blood raise upALL
Issue to me; that the contending kingdoms
Of France and England, whose very shores look pale
With envy of each other's happiness,
May cease their hatred, and this dear conjunction
Plant neighbourhood and Christian-like accord
In their sweet bosoms, that never war advance
His bleeding sword 'twixt England and fair France.
Amen!KING HENRY V
Now, welcome, Kate: and bear me witness all,QUEEN ISABEL
That here I kiss her as my sovereign queen.
FlourishGod, the best maker of all marriages,ALL
Combine your hearts in one, your realms in one!
As man and wife, being two, are one in love,
So be there 'twixt your kingdoms such a spousal,
That never may ill office, or fell jealousy,
Which troubles oft the bed of blessed marriage,
Thrust in between the paction of these kingdoms,
To make divorce of their incorporate league;
That English may as French, French Englishmen,
Receive each other. God speak this Amen!
Amen!KING HENRY V
Prepare we for our marriage--on which day,Chorus
My Lord of Burgundy, we'll take your oath,
And all the peers', for surety of our leagues.
Then shall I swear to Kate, and you to me;
And may our oaths well kept and prosperous be!
Enter ChorusThus far, with rough and all-unable pen,
Our bending author hath pursued the story,
In little room confining mighty men,
Mangling by starts the full course of their glory.
Small time, but in that small most greatly lived
This star of England: Fortune made his sword;
By which the world's best garden be achieved,
And of it left his son imperial lord.
Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd King
Of France and England, did this king succeed;
Whose state so many had the managing,
That they lost France and made his England bleed:
Which oft our stage hath shown; and, for their sake,
In your fair minds let this acceptance take.
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