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Presented them unto the gazing moon
horrid ghosts. Who now beholds
cry, Praise and glory on his head!
The English Camp, at Agincourt. Enter King Henry, Bedford and Gloucester. K. Henry. GLOU'STER, 'tis true, that we are in
great danger; The greater therefore shou'd our courage be. Good-morrow, brother Bedford: God Almighty!
There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
better; Since I may say, now lie I like a Ķing. K. Henry. 'Tis good for men to love their present
Glou. We shall, my Liege.
K. Henry. No, my good knight;
(Exeunt. h. Henry. God-a-mercy, old heart, thou speak't chearfully.
SC EN E III.
K. Henry. A friend.
K. Henry. I am a gentlemen of a company,
Pist. The King's a bawçock, and a heart of gold,
K. Henry. Harry le Roy.
Pift. Tell hin, 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.
Pist. Art ihou his friend?
[Exit. K. Henry. It forts well with your fierceness.
[Manet King Henry. 'Enter Fluellen, and Gower, severally. Gower. Captain Fluellen.
Flu. So; in the name of Jesu Christ, 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, 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 ihe 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 ass and a fool, and a pra-, ting 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?
Gow. I will speak lower.
(Exeunt. K. Henry. Though it appear a little out of falhion, There is much care and valour in this Welshmen.
SC EN E IV. Enter three Soldiers, John Bates, Alexander Court, and
Michael Williams. Court. ROTHER John Bates, is not that the
morinng which breaks yonder ? Bates. I think it-be, but we have no great cause to desire 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
K. Henry. A friend.
gentleman: I pray you, what thinks he of our estate?
K. Henry. Even as men wreck'd upon a fand, that look to be washid off the next tide.
Bates. He hath not told his thought to the King?
K. Henry. No; nor is it meet, he shou'd: for tho I 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 shews 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 tho' his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet when they stoop, thy foop with the like wing; therefore when he fees 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 poffefs him with any appearance of fear, left he, by shewing it, should dishearten
Bates. He may thew what outward courage he will; but, I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could wish 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 conscience of the King; I think, he would not wish himself any where but where he is.
Bates. Then would he were here alone; so should he be sure to be ransomed, and many poor men's lives saved.
K. Henry. I dare say, you love him not so ill to wish him here 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 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. IVill. But if the cause be not good, the King him