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S CE N E XV
K. Henry. Soldier, why wear'st thou that
glove in thy cap ? Will An't please your Majesty, 'tis the gage of one that I should fight with all, if he be alive.
K. Henry. An Englishman?
Will. An't please your Majesty, a rascal that swagger'd with me last night; who, if alive, and if ever he dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to take him a box o'th'ear; or if I can see my glove in his cap, which he swore as he was a soldier he would wear, (if alive) I will strike it out soundly.
K. Henry. What think you, captain Fluellen, is it fit this foldier keep his oath ?
Flu. He is a craven and a villain else, an't please your Majesty, in my conscience.
K. Henry. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman of great fort, quite from the answer of his degree.
Flu. Though he be as good a gentleman as the devil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself
, it is necessary, look your Grace, that he keep his vow and his oath : if he be perjur’d, see you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain and a jacksawce, as ever his black
Shoe trod upon God's ground and his earth, in my i conscience law.
K. Henry. Then keep thy vow, firrah, when thou meet'st the fellow.
Will. So I will, my Liege, as I live.
Fiu. Gower is a good captain, and is good knowledge and literature in the wars.
K. Henry. Call him hither to me, foldier.
(Exit. K. Henry. Here, Fluellen, wear thou this favour for me, and stick it in thy cap; when Alanson and myself
were down together, I pluck'd this glove from his helm ; if any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alanson and an enemy to our person ; ifthou encounter any such, apprehend him if thou dost love me.
Flu. Your Grace does me as great honours as can be desir'd in the hearts of his subjáts: I would fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall find himself agriev'd at this glove; that is all : but I would fain see it once an please God of his grace that I might fee.
K. Henry. Know'st thou Gower ?
to my tent.
[Exit. K. Henry. My lord of Warwick and my brother Follow Fluellen closely at the heels : (Gloster, The glove, which I have given him for a favour, May, haply, purchase him a box o'th' ear. It is the soldier's; I by bargain fhould Wear it myself. Follow, good coufin Warwick : If that the foldier strike him, as, I judge By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word ; Some sudden mischief may arise of it: For I do know Fluellen valiant, And, touch'd with choler, hot as gun-powder ; And quickly he'll return an injury. Follow; and fee, there be no harm between them. Come
uncle of Exeter. (Exeunt. SCEN E XVI. Before King HENRY's Pavilion.
Enter Gower and Williams.
with me, you
you now come apace to the King: there is more good toward you, peradventure, than is in your knowledge to dream of.
Will. Sir, know you this glove?
villain ! Will. Do you think I'll be forfworn ?
Flu. Stand away, captain Gower, I will give treason his payment into plows, I warrant you.
Will. I am no traitor.
Flu. That's a lie in thy throat. I charge you in his Majesty's name apprehend him, he's a friend of the Duke of Alanson's.
Enter Warwick and Gloucester
Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is, praised be God for it, a most contagious treason come to light, look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Here is his Majesty
Enter King Henry, and Exeter. K. Henry. How now, what's the matter?
Flu. My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, look your Grace, has ftruck the glove, which your Majesty is take out of the helmet of Alanson.
Will. My Liege, this was my glove, here is the fellow of it, and he, that I gave it to in change, promis'd to wear it in his cap; I promis'd to strike him, if he did ; I met this man with my glove in his сар, and I have been as good as my word.
Flu. Your Majesty hear now, saving your Majesty's manhood, what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lowsy, knave it is. I hope, your Majesty is pear me testimo
nięs, and witnesses, and avouchments, that this is the glove of Alanson that your Majesty is give me, in your conscience now.
K. Henry. Give me thy glove, soldier; look, here is the fellow of it: 'twas me, indeed, thou promised'it to strike, and thou haft given me most bitter terms.
Flu. An please your Majesty, let his neck answer for if there is any martial law in the orld. K. Henry. How canft thou make me fatisfaction?
Will. All Offences, my lord, come from the heart; never came any from mine, that might offend your Majesty.
K. Henry. It was ourself thou didit abuse.
Will. Your Majefty came not like yourself; you appear'd to me, but as a common man; witness the night, your garments, your lowlinefs; and what your Highness suffer'd under that shape, I beseech you, take it for your
fault and not mine; for had you been as I took you for, I made no offence; therefore, I befeech your Highness, pardon me.
K, Henry. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with And give it to this fellow. Keep it, fellow ; And wear it for an honour in thy cap, Till I do challenge it. Give himn the crowns: And, captain, you must needs be friends with him.
Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in his pelly ; hold, there is twelve-pence for you; and I pray you to serve God, and keep you out of prawls and prabbles, and quarrels and dissentions, and, I warrant you, it is the better for you.
Will. I will none of your money.
Flu. It is with a good will; I can tell you, it will serve you to mend your shoes; come, wherefore should you be so pashful; your shoes is not so good; 'tis a good filling, I warrant you, or I will change it,
S. CE N E
Her. Here is the number of the
slaughter'd French. K. Henry. Whať prisoners of good fórt are' taken,
uncle ? Exe. Charles Duke of Orleans, nephew to the King; John Duke of Bourbon, and lord Bauchiqualt: of other Lords, and Barons, Knights, and 'Squires, Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. K. Henry. This note doth tell me of ten thousand
French Slain in the field; of Princes in this number. And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead One hundred twenty fix;'added to these, Of Knights, Esquires, and gallant Gentlemen, Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which. Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd Knights; So that in these ten thousand they have lost, There are but fixteen hundred mercenaries : The rest are Princes, Barons, Lords, Knights, 'Squires, And gentlemen of blood and quality. The names of those their nobles, that lie dead, Charles Delabreth, high constable of France; Jaques of Chatilion, admiral of France; The master of the cross-bow's, lord Rambures: Great master of France, the brave Sir Guichard Dauphin: John Duke of Alanson, Anthony Duke of Brabant The brother to the Duke of Burgundy, And Edward Duke of Bar : Of lusty Earls, Grand pree and Rouffie, Faulconbridge and Foyes, Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Lefrale. Here was a royal fellowship of death? Where is the number of our English dead?
Exe. Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk, Vol V. 0