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| Before KING HENRY'S pavilion. |
| [Enter GOWER and WILLIAMS] |
| WILLIAMS | I warrant it is to knight you, captain. | ||
| [Enter FLUELLEN] |
| FLUELLEN | God's will and his pleasure, captain, I beseech you | ||
| now, come apace to the king: there is more good | |||
| toward you peradventure than is in your knowledge to dream of. |
| WILLIAMS | Sir, know you this glove? | 5 |
| FLUELLEN | Know the glove! I know the glove is glove. |
| WILLIAMS | I know this; and thus I challenge it. | ||
| [Strikes him] |
| FLUELLEN | 'Sblood! an arrant traitor as any is in the | ||
| universal world, or in France, or in England! |
| GOWER | How now, sir! you villain! | 10 |
| WILLIAMS | Do you think I'll be forsworn? |
| FLUELLEN | Stand away, Captain Gower; I will give treason his | ||
| payment into ploughs, I warrant you. |
| WILLIAMS | I am no traitor. |
| FLUELLEN | That's a lie in thy throat. I charge you in his | 15 | |
| majesty's name, apprehend him: he's a friend of the | |||
| Duke Alencon's. | |||
| [Enter WARWICK and GLOUCESTER] |
| WARWICK | How now, how now! what's the matter? |
| FLUELLEN | My Lord of Warwick, here is--praised be God for it! | ||
| --a most contagious treason come to light, look | 20 | ||
| you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Here is | |||
| his majesty. | |||
| [Enter KING HENRY and EXETER] |
| KING HENRY V | How now! what's the matter? |
| FLUELLEN | My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, | ||
| look your grace, has struck the glove which your | 25 | ||
| majesty is take out of the helmet of Alencon. |
| WILLIAMS | 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 | 30 | ||
| have been as good as my word. |
| FLUELLEN | Your majesty hear now, saving your majesty's | ||
| manhood, what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lousy | |||
| knave it is: I hope your majesty is pear me | |||
| testimony and witness, and will avouchment, that | 35 | ||
| this is the glove of Alencon, that your majesty is | |||
| give me; in your conscience, now? |
| KING HENRY V | Give me thy glove, soldier: look, here is the | ||
| fellow of it. | |||
| 'Twas I, indeed, thou promised'st to strike; | 40 | ||
| And thou hast given me most bitter terms. |
| FLUELLEN | An please your majesty, let his neck answer for it, | ||
| if there is any martial law in the world. |
| KING HENRY V | How canst thou make me satisfaction? |
| WILLIAMS | All offences, my lord, come from the heart: never | 45 | |
| came any from mine that might offend your majesty. |
| KING HENRY V | It was ourself thou didst abuse. |
| WILLIAMS | Your majesty came not like yourself: you appeared to | ||
| me but as a common man; witness the night, your | |||
| garments, your lowliness; and what your highness | 50 | ||
| 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. |
| KING HENRY V | Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns, | 55 | |
| 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. |
| FLUELLEN | By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle | 60 | |
| 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. |
| WILLIAMS | I will none of your money. | 65 |
| FLUELLEN | It is with a good 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 good: 'tis | |||
| a good silling, I warrant you, or I will change it. | |||
| [Enter an English Herald] |
| KING HENRY V | Now, herald, are the dead number'd? | 70 |
| 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; | ||
| John Duke of Bourbon, and Lord Bouciqualt: | |||
| Of other lords and barons, knights and squires, | 75 | ||
| Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. |
| KING HENRY V | This note doth tell me of ten thousand French | ||
| 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, | 80 | ||
| 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; | 85 | ||
| 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; | 90 | ||
| 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, | 95 | ||
| 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 paper] | |||
| Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk, | 100 | ||
| 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, | 105 | ||
| 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! |
| EXETER | 'Tis wonderful! | 110 |
| KING HENRY V | Come, go we in procession to the village. | ||
| And be it death proclaimed through our host | |||
| To boast of this or take the praise from God | |||
| Which is his only. |
| FLUELLEN | Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell | 115 | |
| how many is killed? |
| KING HENRY V | Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgement, | ||
| That God fought for us. |
| FLUELLEN | Yes, my conscience, he did us great good. |
| KING HENRY V | Do we all holy rites; | 120 | |
| 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. | |||
| [Exeunt] |
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