Presented them unto the gazing moon

So many horrid ghofts.

Who now beholds
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 vifits all his hoft,
Bids them good-morrow with a modeft fmile,
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 chearful femblance and sweet majefty:
That ev'ry wretch, pining and pale before,
Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks.
A largefs univerfal, like the fun,

His lib'ral eye doth give to every one,
Thawing cold fear. Then mean, and gentle, all
Behold, (as may unworthinefs define)

A little touch of Harry in the night..
And fo our scene must to the battle fly:
Where, O for pity! we shall much disgrace,
With four or five moft vile and ragged foils,
(Right ill difpos'd, in brawl ridiculous)

The name of Agincourt. Yet fit and fee,
Minding true things by what their mock'ries be. [Exit.

The English Camp, at Agincourt.

Enter King Henry, Bedford and Gloucefter.

K. Henry. GLOU'STER, 'tis true, that we are in great danger;

The greater therefore fhou'd our courage be. Good-morrow, brother Bedford: God Almighty!

There

There is fome foul of goodness in things evil,
Would men obfervingly diftil it out.

For our bad neighbour makes us early_ftirrers;
Which is both healthful, and good husbandry.
Besides, they are our outward confciences,
And preachers to us all; admonishing,
That we should 'drefs us fairly for our end.
Thus may we gather honey from the weed,
And make a moral of the devil himself.

Enter Erpingham.

Good-morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham:
A good foft pillow for that good white head
Were better than a churlish turf of France.

Erping. Not fo, my Liege; this lodging likes me better;

Since I may fay, now lie I like a King.

K. Henry. 'Tis good for men to love their present pain

Upon example; fo the fpirit 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 cafted lough 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
Defire them all to my pavillion.

Glou. We fhall, my Liege.

Erping. Shall I attend your grace?

K. Henry. No, my good knight;

Go with my brothers to my lords of England:
I and my bofom muft debate a while,

And then I would no other company.

Erping. The Lord in heaven blefs thee, noble Harry!

[Exeunt. K. Henry. God-a-mercy, old heart, thou fpeak'ft chearfully.

SCENE

SCENE

UI valà?

Piß. QK.

Enter Pistol.

K. Henry. A friend.

IIL

Pift. Difcufs unto me, art thou officer,
Or art thou bafe, common and popular?
K. Henry. I am a gentlemen of a company.
Pift. Trail'ft thou the puissant pike?
K. Henry. Even fo: what are you?

Pift. As good a gentleman as the Emperor.
K. Henry. Then you are a better than the King.
Pift. The King's a bawcock, and a heart of gold,
A lad of life, an imp of fame,

Of parents good, of fist most valiant:

I kifs his dirty fhge, and from my heart-ftring
I love the lovely bully.

K. Henry. Harry le Roy.

What's thy name?

Pift. Le Roy! a Cornish name: art thou of Cornifh

crew?

K. Henry. No, I am a Welshman.

Pift. Know'st thou Fluellen?

K. Henry. Yes.

Pift. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate, Upon St. David's day.

K. Henry. Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, left he knock that about yours.

Pift. Art thou his friend?

K. Henry. And his kinfman too.

Pift. The Figo for thee then!

K. Henry. I thank you: God be with you.

Pift. My name is Piftol call'd.

K. Henry. It forts well with your fiercenefs.

[Exit.

[Manet King Henry.

'Enter Fluellen, and Gower, feverally.

Gower. Captain Fluellen.

Flu.

Flu. So; in the name of Jefu Chrift, speak fewer; it is the greatest admiration in the universal world, when the true and auncient 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 taddle, nor pibble pabble, in Pompey's camp: I warrant you, you fhall find the ceremonies of the wars, and the cares of it, and the forms of it, and the fobrieties of it, and the modefty of it to be otherwise.

Gower. Why, the enemy is loud, you hear him all night.

Flu. If the enemy is an afs and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we fhould alfo, look you, be an afs and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, in your own confcience now?

Gow. I will fpeak lower.

Flu. I pray you, and beseech you, that you will.

[Exeunt. K. Henry. Though it appear a little out of fashion, There is much care and valour in this Welshmen.

Enter three Soldiers, John Bates, Alexander Court, and

Court.

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Michael Williams.

ROTHER John Bates, is not that the morinng which breaks yonder?

Bates. I think it-be, but we have no great cause to defire the approach of day.

Will. We fee yonder the beginning of the day, but, I think, we shall never see the end of it. Who goes there?

K. Henry. A friend.

Will. Under what captain serve you!

K. Henry. Under Sir Thomas Erpingham.

Will. A good old commander, and a moft kind gentleman: I pray you, what thinks he of our eflate?

K. Henry.

K. Henry. Even as men wreck'd upon a fand, that look to be wash'd off the next tide.

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

K. Henry. No; nor is it meet, he fhou'd: for tho' I Ipeak 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 fhews to him as it doth to me; all his fenfes have but human conditions. His ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and tho' his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet when they ftoop, thy ftoop with the like wing; therefore when he fees reafon of fears as we do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the fame relish as ours are; yet in reason no man fhould poffefs him with any appearance of fear, left he, by fhewing it, fhould difhearten his army.

Bates. He may fhew what outward courage he will; but, I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could with himself in the Thames up to the neck; and so I would he were, and I by him at all adventures, so we were quit here.

K. Henry. By my troth, I will speak my confcience of the King; I think, he would not wifh himself any where but where he is.

Bates. Then would he were here alone; fo fhould he be fure to be ranfomed, and many poor men's lives faved.

K. Henry. I dare fay, you love him not fo ill to wifh him here alone; howfoever you speak this to feel other men's minds. Methinks, I could not die any where fo contented as in the King's company; his cause being juft, and his quarrel honourable.

Will. That's more than we know.

Bates. Ay, or more than we shou'd seek after; for we know enough, if we know we are the King's fubjects if his cause be wrong, our obedience to the King wipes the crime of it out of us.

Will. But if the cause be not good, the King him

felf