Alarum. Enter the King and his train, with prisoners. K. Henry. W ELL have we done, thrice valiant country-men; But all's not done; the French yet keep the field. Exe. The Duke of York commends him to your Majefty. K. Henry. Lives he, good uncle? thrice within this hour I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting: Exe. In which array, brave foldier, doth he lie, 66 Suffolk firft dy'd, and York, all haggled over, The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd Thole waters from me, which I would have flop'd; But I had not fo much of man in me, But But all my mother came into mine eyes, And gave me up to tears. K. Henry. I blame you not; [Alarum. For, hearing this, I muft perforce compound Flu. K *SCENE [Exeunt. XIII. Alarms continued; after which, Enter Fluellen and Gower. ILL the poyes and the luggage! 'tis exprefly against the law of arms; 'tis as arrant a piece of Knavery, mark you now, as can be defir'd in your confcience now, is it not? Gower. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; and the cowardly rascals, that ran away from the battle, ha' done this flaughter: befides, they have burn'd or carried away all that was in the King's tent; wherefore the King moft worthily has caus'd ev'ry foldier to cut his prifoner's throat. O'tis a gallant King! Flu. I, he was porn at Monmouth, captain Gower; what call you the town's name, where Alexander the pig, was born? Gower. 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, fave the phrafe is a little variations. Gower. I think, Alexander the great was born in Macedon; his father was called Philip of Macedon, as I take it, SCENE XIII.] Here, in the other Editions, they begin the fourth A&, very abfurdly, fince both the Place and Time evidently continue, and the words of Fluellen immediately follow those of the King just before, Mr. Pope. Flu. 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, that you fall find, in the comparifons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the fituations, look you, is both alike. There is a river in Macedon, there is alfo moreover a river at Monmouth: it is call'd Wye at Monmouth, but it is out of my prains, what is the name of the other river; but it is all one, 'tis as like as my fingers to my fingers, and there is Salmons in both. 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, God 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 being a little intoxicates in his prains, did in his ales and his angers, look you, kill his best friend Clytus. Gower. Our King is not like him in that, he never kill'd 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 and finish'd. I fpeak but in figures, and comparisons of it; as Alexander kill'd his friend Clytus, being in his ales and his cups; fo also Harry Monmouth, being in his right wits and his good judgments, turn'd away the fat Knight with the great belly-doublet; he was full of jefts and gypes, and knaveries, and mocks: I have forgot his name. Gower. Sir John Falstaff. Flu. That is he: I tell you, there is good men porn at Monmouth. Gower. Here comes his Majefty. SCENE XIV. Alarum. Enter King Henry, with Bourbon and other prifoners; Lords and Attendants. Flourish. K. Henry. I Was not angry fince I came to France, herald, Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill: If they will fight with us, bid them come down, Befides, we'll cut the throats of those we have; Shall tafte our mercy. Go, and tell them fo. Enter Mountjoy. Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my Leige. That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ransom? I come to thee for charitable licence That we may wander o'er this bloody field, Of their dead bodies. K. Henry. I tell thee truly, herald, I know not, if the day be ours or no; Mount. The day is yours. K. Henry. K. Henry. Praifed be God, and not our ftrength, for it! What is this caftle call'd, that ftands hard by? Mount. They call it Agincourt. K. Henry. Then call we this the field of Agincourt, Fought on the day of Crifpin Crifpianus. Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't pleafe your Majefty, and your great uncle Edward the plack Prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles, fought a most prave battle here in France. K. Henry. They did, Fluellen. Flu. Your Majefty fays very true: if your Majefties is remember'd of it, the Welfhmen did good fervice in a garden where Leeks did grow, wearing Leeks in their Monmouth caps, which your Majefty knows to this hour is an honourable padge of the service; and I do believe, your Majefty takes no fcorn to wear the Leek upon St. Tavee's day. K. Henry. I wear it for a memorable honour: For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman. Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your Majefty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that: God pless and preserve it, as long as it pleases his grace and his majefty too. K. Henry. Thanks, good my countryman. Flu. By Jefhu, I am your Majefty's countryman, I care not who know it: I will confefs it to all the orld; I need not to be afham'd of your Majefty, praised be God, so long as your Majefty is an honeft man. K. Henry. God keep me fo! Enter Williams. Our heralds go with him: [Exeunt Heralds, with Mountjoy. Bring me juft notice of the numbers dead On both our parts.- Call yonder fellow hither. SCENE |