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Alarum. Enter the King and his train, with prisoners. K. Henry. WELL 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

Majesty. K, Henry. Lives he, good uncle? thrice within this

hour I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting : From helmet to the spur all bleeding o'er.

Exe. In which array, brave soldier, doth he lie, Larding the plain; and by his bloody lide (Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds) The noble Earl of Suffolk also lies. Suffolk first dy'd, and York, all haggled over, Comes to him where in gore he lay insteep'd, And takes him by the beard; kifles the gaihes, That bloodily did yawn upon his face, And cries aloud, "tarry, my cousin Suffolk,

My foul shall thine keep company to heav'n : " Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fiy a-breaft: " As in this glorious and well-loughien field “We kept together in our chivalry.” Upon these words I came, and cheerd him up; He smil'd me in the face, gave me his hand, And, with a feeble gripe, says, dear my lord, Commend my service to my Sovereign; So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck He threw his wounded arm, and kist his lips; And fo espous'd to death, with blood lie feal'd A teflament of noble-ending love. The pretty

and sweet manner of it forc'd Thole waters from me, which I would have sop'd; But I had not so much of man in me,


But all


mother came into mine eyes,
And gave me up to tears.

K. Henry. I blame you not ;
For, hearing this, I must perforce compound
With mistful eyes, or they will issue too. [Alarum.
But, hark, what new alarum is this same?
The French have re-enforc'd their scatter'd men:
Then every soldier kill his prisoners.
Give the word through.


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Alarms continued; after which, Enter Fluellen and Gower.

ILL the poyes and the luggage ! 'tis ex

presly against the law of arms; 'tis as arrant a piece of Knavery, mark you now, as can be desir'd in your conscience 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 slaughter: besides, they have burn'd or carried away all that was in the King's tent; wherefore the King most worthily has caus'd ev'ry soldier to cut his prisoner'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, save the phrase 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 absurdly, since both the Place and Time evidently continue, and the words of Fluellen immediately follow those of the King just before.

Mr. Pope.


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, i hat you fall find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the fituations, look you, is both alike. There is a river in Macedon, there is also 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 allone, '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 speak but in figures, and comparisons of it; as Alexander kill'd his friend Clytus, being in his ales and his cups; so 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 jelts 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 Majesty.

S CE N E XIV. Alarum. Enter King Henry, with Bourbon and other

prisoners ; Lords and Attendants. Flourish. K. Henry. I was not angry fince I came to France, ,

a , herald,


Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon

hill :
If they will fight with us, bid them come down,
Or void the field; they do offend our fight.
If they'll do neither, we will come to them;
And make them sker away, as swift as stones
Enforced from the old Allyrian slings:
Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have;
And not a man of them, that we shall take,
Shall taste our mercy. Go, and tell them fo.

Enter Mountjoy.
Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my Leige.
Glou. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be.
K. Henry. How now, what means their herald ?

know'st thou not, That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ransom? Com'lt thou again for ransom?

Monnt. No, great King:
I come to thee for charitable licence
That we may wander o'er this bloody field,
To book our dead, and then to bury them :
To fort our nobles from our common men:
For many of our Princes (woe, the while !)
Lie drown'd, and soak’d in mercenary blood :
So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs
In blood of Princes, while their wounded steeds
Fret fet.lock deep in gore, and with wild rage
Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters,
Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great King,
To view the field in safety, and dispose
Of their dead bodies.

K. Henry. I tell thee truly, herald,
I know not, if the day be ours or no;
For yet a many of your horsemen peer,
And gallop o'er the field,
Mount. The day is yours.

K. Henry.

K. Henry. Praised be God, and not our strength,

for it! What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by ?

Mount. They call it .Agincourt.

K. Henry. Then call we this the field of Agincourt, Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.

Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't please your Majesty, and your great uncle Edward ihe 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 Majesty says very true: if your Majefties is rernember'd of it, the Welshmen did good service in a garden where Leeks did grow, wearing Leeks in their Monmouth caps, which your Majesty knows to this hour is an honourable padge of the service; and I do believe, your Majesty 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 Majesty'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 Majesty's countryman, I care not who know it: I will confefs it to all the orld; I need not to be asham’d of your Majesty, praised be God, so long as your Majesty is an honest man. K. Henry. God keep me so!

Enter Williams. Our heralds go with him:

[Exeunt Heralds, with Mountjoy. Bring me just notice of the numbers dead On both our parts.Gall yonder fellow hither.


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