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self hath a heavy reckoning to make; when all those legs, and arms, and heads, chop'd off in a battle, faall join together at the latter day, and cry all, We dy'd at such a place; some, swearing; some, crying for a surgeon; some, upon their wives left poor behind them; fome upon
the debts they owe; some, upon their children rawly left. I am afeard there are few die well, that die in 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 dilobey were against all proportion of subje&ion.
K. Henry. So, if a fon, that is sent by his father about merchandize, do fall into some lewd action and miscarry, the imputation of his wickedness, by your rule, should be imposed upon his father that sent him; or if a fervant, under his master's command transporting a sum of money, be assail'd by robbers, and die in many irreconcil'd iniquities ; you may call the business of the master the author of the fervant'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 fervant; 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 foldiers : fome, peradventure, have on them the guilt of premeditated and contrived murder; fome, of beguiling virgins with the broken seals of perjury ; fome, 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 out-run native punishment; though they can out-strip men, they have no wings to fly from God. War is his beadle, war is his vengeance; so that here men are punished, for before breach of the King's Vol. V. N
laws, in the King's quarrel now: 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 which they are now visited. Every subject's duty is the King's, but every fubject's soul is his own. Therefore should every soldier in the wars do as every fick man in his bed, wish
moth out of his conscience : and dying fo, 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 hiin out-live that day to see his greatnefs, and to teach others how they should prepare.
Will. 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill is
upon his own head, the King is not to answer for
Bates. I do not desire he should answer for me, and yet I determine to fight luftily for him.
K. Henry. I myself heard the King say, he would not be ransom d.
Will. Ay, he said fo, to make us fight chearfully; but, when our throats are cut, he may be ransom'd, and we ne'er the wiser.
K. Henry. If I live to see it, I will never trust his word after.
Will. You pay him then; that's a perilous shot out of an Elder-gun, that a poor and private displeasure can do againlt 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 truf his word after! come, 'tis a foolish saying.
K. Henry. Your reproof is something too round: I should be angry with you, if the time were convenient.
Will. Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live.
K. Henry. Give me any gage of thine, and I will wear it in my bonnet: then if ever thou dar'it acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel.
Will. Here's my glove ; give me another of thine.
Will. This will I also wear in my cap; if ever thou come to me and say, after to-morrow, this is my glove; by this hand, I will give thee a box on the ear.
K. Henry. If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it.
K. Henry. Well, I will do it, though I take thee in the King's company.
Will. Keep thy word: fare thee well.
Bates. Be friends, you English fobls, be friends; we have French quarrels enow, if you could tell how to reckon.
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Manet King Henry.
K. Henry. I French Crowns to one, they will beat us,
for they bear them on their shoulders ; but it is no
* What are thy rents? what are thy comings-in?
* What are thy rents ? What are thy comings-id?
O ceremony, shew me but thy worth:
What! is this foul of adoration?] Thus is the last Line given us, and the Nonsense of it made worse by the ridiculous Pointing. We Ihould read, What is thy toll, O adoration ? Let us examine how the Context stands with my Emendation. What are thy rents? What are thy comings-in? What is thy worth? What is thy toll?-i. e. the Duties, and impofts, thou receivest:) All here is consonant, and a greeable to a sensible Exclamation. So King John : -No Italian priest Jhall tythe or toll in our Dominions.
But, like a lacquey, from the rise to set,
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K. Henry. Good old Knight,