SCENE V.-Another Part of the Field. Alarums. Enter the DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, BOurBON, CONSTABLE, RAMBURES, and others. CON. O diable! ORL. O seigneur !-le jour est perdu, tout est perdu ! DAU. Mort de ma vie ! all is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes.-O méchante fortune! Do not run away. [A short alarum. CON. Why, all our ranks are broke. DAU. O perdurable shame!-let's stab ourselves. Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for? Let's die in honour: once more back again; [now! CON. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us ORL. We are enow, yet living in the field, BOUR. The devil take order now! I'll to the (Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,) Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up: So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd K. HEN. But, hark! what new alarum is this same ?- Then every soldier kill his prisoners; (4) [Exeunt. SCENE VII.-Another Part of the Field. Alarums. Enter FLUELLEN and GoWER. FLU. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis expressly against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can pe offered; in your conscience now, is it not? Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the battle, have done this slaughter: besides, they have burned and carried away all that was in the king's tent; wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a gallant king! FLU. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain Gower what call you the town's name, where Alexander the pig was porn? Gow. Alexander the great. FLU. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? The pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the phrase is a little variations. Gow. I think Alexander the great was born in Macedon; his father was called-Philip of Macedon, as I take it. FLU. I think it is in Macedon, where Alexander is porn. I tell you, captain, if you look in the maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you sall find, in the comparisons petween Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations, look you, is poth alike. There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth: it is called Wye, at Monmouth; put it is out of my prains, what is the name of the other river: put 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in poth. 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 (Got 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 peing a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and his angers, look you, kill his pest friend, Clytus. Gow. Our king is not like him in that; he never killed any of his friends. FLU. It is not well done, mark you now, to take the tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and finished. I speak put in the figures and comparisons of it: as Alexander killed his friend Clytus, peing in his ales and his cups; so also Harry Monmouth, peing in his right wits and his goot judgments, turned away the fat knight with the great pelly doublet: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks; I have forgot his name. Gow. Sir John Falstaff. FLU. That is he: I'll tell you, there is goot men porn at Monmouth. Gow. Here comes his majesty. Until this instant.-Take a trumpet, herald; GLO. His eyes are humbler than they us❜d to be. Enter MONTJOY. K. HEN. How now! what means this, herald? know'st thou not, That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ransom? Com'st thou again for ransom? MONT. No, great king: To view the field in safety, and dispose K. HEN. MONT. What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by? K. HEN. Then call we this the field of Agin- Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus. FLU. Your grandfather of famous memory, an 't please your majesty, and your great-uncle (*) Old text, with. "He hath been all this day to look you." And again, in "All's Well That Ends Well," Act III. Sc. 6,"I must go look my twigs." To book our dead, was, however, we have no doubt, the poet's phrase. Edward the plack prince of Wales, as I have read | in the chronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in France. K. HEN. They did, Fluellen. FLU. Your majesty says very true. It your majesties is remembered of it, the Welshmen did goot service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps, which, your majesty know, to this hour is an honourable padge of the service: and, I do pelieve, your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon saint Tavy's day. K. HEN. I wear it for a memorable honour: For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman. FLU. All the water in Wye cannot wash your majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that: Got pless it and preserve it, as long as it pleases his grace, and his majesty too! K. HEN. Thanks, good my countryman.* FLU. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's countryman, I care not who know it; I will confess it to all the 'orld: I need not be ashamed of your majesty, praised pe God, so long as your majesty is an honest man. K. HEN. God keep me so!-Our heralds go with him ; Bring me just notice of the numbers dead On both our parts. Call yonder fellow hither. [Points to WILLIAMS. Exeunt MONTJOY, and others. EXE. Soldier, you must come to the king. K. HEN. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove in thy cap? WILL. An't please your majesty, 't is the gage of one that I should fight withal, if he be alive. K. HEN. An Englishman? WILL. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that swaggered with me last night: who, if 'a live, and ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to take him a box o' the ear: or, if I can see my glove in his cap, (which he swore, as he was a soldier, he would wear, if alive,) I will strike it out soundly. K. HEN. What think you, captain Fluellen? is it fit this soldier keep his oath? FLU. He is a craven and a villain else, an 't please your majesty, in my conscience. K. HEN. It may be his enemy is a gentleman of great sort, quite from the answer of his degree. FLU. Though he pe as goot a gentleman as the tevil is, as Lucifer and Pelzebub himself, it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath if he pe perjured, see you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain, and a Jack-sauce, as ever his plack shoe trod upon Got's ground and his earth, in my conscience, la. K. HEN. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meet'st the fellow. WILL. So I will, my liege, as I live. K. HEN. Who servest thou under? WILL. Under captain Gower, my liege. FLU. Gower is a goot captain, and is goot knowledge and literatured in the wars. K. HEN. Call him hither to me, soldier. WILL. I will, my liege. [Exit. K. HEN. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for me, and stick it in thy cap: when Alençon and myself were down together, I plucked this glove from his helm: if any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alençon, and an enemy to our person; if thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an thou dost me love. FLU. Your grace does me as great honours, as can be desired in the hearts of his subjects: I would fain see the man, that has put two legs, that shall find himself aggriefed at this glove, that is all; put I would fain see it once; an please Got of his grace, that I might see. K. HEN. Knowest thou Gower? FLU. He is my dear friend, an please you. K. HEN. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to my tent. FLU. I will fetch him. [Exit. K. HEN. My lord of Warwick,-and my brother Follow Fluellen closely at the heels: For I do know Fluellen valiant, And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder, Follow, and see there be no harm between them.— you with me, uncle of Exeter. [Exeunt. Go SCENE VIII. Before King Henry's Pavilion. Enter GoWER and WILLIAMS. WILL. I warrant it is to knight you, captain. Enter FLUELLEN. FLU. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I peseech you now, come apace to the king: there is more goot toward you, peradventure, than is in your knowledge to dream of. WILL. Sir, know you this glove? FLU. Know the glove? I know the glove is a glove. WILL. I know this, and thus I challenge it. [Strikes him. FLU. 'Splud, an arrant traitor, as any's in the universal 'orld, or in France, or in England. Gow. How now, sir? you villain ! WILL. Do you think I'll be forsworn? FLU. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give treason his payment into plows, I warrant you. WILL. I am no traitor. FLU. That's a lie in thy throat.—I charge you in his majesty's name, apprehend him; he's a friend of the duke Alençon's. Enter WARWICK and GLOUCESTER. WAR. How now! how now! what's the matter? FLU. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be Got for it!) a most contagious treason come to light, look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Here is his majesty. Enter KING HENRY and EXETER. K. HEN. How now! what's the matter? FLU. My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, look your grace, has struck the glove which your majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon. WILL. My liege, this was my glove; here is the fellow of 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. FLU. Your majesty hear now (saving your majesty's manhood,) what an arrant, rascally, peggarly, lousy knave it is: I hope your majesty is pear me testimony, and witness, and will avouchment that this is the glove of Alençon, that your majesty is give me, in your conscience, now. K. HEN. Give me thy glove, soldier; look, here is the fellow of it. "T was I, indeed, thou promised'st to strike; And thou hast given me most bitter terms. FLU. An please your majesty, let his neck answer for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld. K. HEN. How canst thou make me satisfaction? WILL. All offences, my liege,* come from the heart never came any from mine, that might offend your majesty. : K. HEN. It was ourself thou didst abuse. WILL. Your majesty came not like yourself: you appeared to me but as a common man; witness the night, your garments, your lowliness; and (*) First folio, my Lord. 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. K. HEN. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns, And give it to this fellow. Keep it, fellow, FLU. Py this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in his pelly.-Hold, there is twelvepence 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 petter for you. WILL. I will none of your money. FLU. It is with a goot will; I can tell you, it will serve you to mend your shoes: come, wherefore should you be so pashful? your shoes is not so goot: 'tis a goot silling, I warrant you, or I will change it. Enter an English Herald. K. HEN. Now, herald; are the dead number'd? K. HEN. What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle? EXE. Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the king; John duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt: Of other lords and barons, knights and squires, Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. K. HEN. This note doth tell me of ten thousand And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen, squires, And gentlemen of blood and quality. The names of those their nobles that lie dead,— John duke of Alençon; Antony duke of Brabant, The brother to the duke of Burgundy; [Herald presents another paper. K. HEN. Come, go we in procession to the village: And be it death proclaimed through our host, FLU. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell how many is killed? K. HEN. Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgment, That God fought for us. FLU. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot. Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum.(5) |