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Alarum. Enter the King and his train, with prisoners.

K. Henry. W
WEL

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:
From helmet to the fpur all bleeding o'er.

Exe. In which array, brave foldier, doth he lie,
Larding the plain; and by his bloody fide
(Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds)
The noble Earl of Suffolk alfo lies.

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Suffolk firft dy'd, and York, all haggled over,
Comes to him where in gore he lay infteep'd,
And takes him by the beard; kiffes the gafhes,
That bloodily did yawn upon his face,
And cries aloud, "tarry, my coufin Suffolk,
"My foul fhall thine keep company to heav'n :
Tarry, fweet foul, for mine, then fly a-breaft:
As in this glorious and well-foughten field
"We kept together in our chivalry.'
Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up;
He fmil'd me in the face, gave me his hand,
And, with a feeble gripe, fays, dear my lord,
Commend my fervice to my Sovereign;
So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck
He threw his wounded arm, and kist his lips;
And fo efpous'd to death, with blood he 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 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
With mistful eyes, or they will iffue too.
But, hark, what new alarum is this fame?
The French have re-enforc'd their fcatter'd men:
Then every foldier kill his prifoners.
Give the word through.

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,
Until this inftant. Take a trumpet,
Ride

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 fker away, as swift as ftones
Enforced from the old Affyrian flings:

Befides, we'll cut the throats of those we have;
And not a man of them, that we shall take,

Shall tafte 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'ft thou not,

That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ransom?
Com'ft thou again for ranfom?
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 foak'd in mercenary blood:
So do our vulgar drench their peafant limbs
In blood of Princes, while their wounded steeds
Fret fetlock 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 fafety, 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 horfemen peer,
And gallop o'er the field.

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

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