Sir Richard Ketley, Davy Gam Efquire;
None else of name; and of all other men,
But five and twenty.

K. Henry. O God, thy arm was here!
And not to us, but to thy arm alone,
Afcribe we all. When, without ftratagem,
But in plain shock and ev'n play of battle,
Was ever known fo great, and little loss,
On one part, and on th' other? take it, God,
For it is only thine.

Exe. 'Tis wonderful!

K. Henry. Come, go we in proceffion to the village: And be it death proclaimed through our hoft, To boaft of this, or take that praife from God,.. Which is his only.

Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your Majefty, to tell how many is kill'd?

K. Henry. Yes, captain, but with this acknowledg

ment,

That God fought for us.

Flu. Yes, my confcience, he did us great good.
K. Henry. Do we all holy rites;

Let there be fung Non nobis, and Te deum:
The dead with charity enclos'd in clay;
And then to Calais: and to England then;

Where ne'er from France arirv'd more happy men.

[Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I.

Enter CHORUS.

VOUCH

OUCHSAFE, to thofe that have not read the
ftory,

That I may prompt them; and to fuch as have,
I humbly pray them to admit th' excufe,

Of times, of numbers, and due courfe of things;
Which cannot in their huge proper life

Be

Be here presented. Now we bear the King
Tow'rd Calais: grant him there; and there being feen,
Heave him away upon your winged thoughts
Athwart the fea: behold, the English beach

Pales in the flood with men, with wives and boys,
Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep mouth'd
Which, like a mighty whiffler 'fore the King, [fea;
Seems to prepare his way; fo let him land,
And folemnly fee him fet on to London.
So fwift a pace hath thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Black-heath :
Where that his lords defire him to have borne
His bruised helmet, and his bended fword,
Before him through the city, he forbids it;
Being free from vainnefs and felf-glorious pride:
Giving full trophy, fignal, and oftent,

Quite from himself to God. But now behold,
In the quick forge and working-house of thought,
How London doth pour out her citizens:
The Mayor and all his brethren in beft fort,
Like to the senators of antique Rome,
With the Plebeians fwarming at their heels,
Go forth and fetch the conqu'ring Cæfar in.
As by a low, but loving likelihood,

Were now the General of our gracious Emprefs
(As in good time he may) from Ireland coming,
Bringing rebellion broached on his fword;
How many would the peaceful city quit,

To welcome him? much more (and much more cause)
Did they this Harry. Now in London place him;
(As yet the lamentation of the French

Invites the King of England's ftay at home:
The Emperor's coming in behalf of France,
To order peace between them;) and omit
All the occurrences, whatever chanc'd,
'Till Harry's back return again to France:
There muft we bring him; and myfelf have play'd
The intrim, by remembring you, 'tis paft.

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Then

Then brook abridgment, and your eyes advance After your thoughts, ftraight back again to France. [Exit.

Gower. NAY, that's right; but why wear you your

Leek to day? St. David's day is past.

Flu. There is occafions and causes why and wherefore in all things; I will tell you as a friend, captain Gower; the rafcally, fcauld, beggarly, lowfy, pragging knave, Piftol, which you and yourself and all the world know to be no petter than a fellow (look you now) of no merits; he is come to me and prings me pread and falt yesterday, look you, and bids me eat my Leek. It was in a place where I could breed no contentions with him; but I will be fo pold as to wear it in my cap, 'till I fee him once again; and then I will tell him a little piece of my defires.

Enter Piftol.

Gower.Why, here he comes fwelling like a Turkey

cock.

Flu. 'Tis no matter for his fwelling, nor his Turkeycocks. God pleffe you, aunchient Piftol: you fcurvy lowly knave, God pleffe you.

Pift. Ha! art thou bedlam? dost thou thirst, base Trojan,

To have me fold up Parca's fatal web?

Hence, I am qualmish at the smell of leek.

Flu. I pefeech you heartily, fcurvy lowfy knave, at my defires, and my requells and my petitions, to eat, look you, this leek: becaufe, look you, you do not love it; and your affections, and your appetites, and your digeftions, does not agree with it; I would defire you to eat it.

Pift. Not for Cadwallader and all his Goats.
Flu. There is one Goat for you,

[Strikes him. Will you be fo good, fcauld knave, as eat it? Pift. Bafe Trojan, thou fhalt die.

Flu. You fay very true, fcauld knave, when God's will is: 1 defire you to live in the mean time and eat your victuals; come, there is fauce for it-[Strikes him.] You call'd me yesterday Mountain-Squire, but I will make you to day a Squire of low degree. I pray you fall to; if you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek.. Gower. Enough, captain; you have astonish'd him. Flu. I fay, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or I will peat his pate, four days and four nights. Pite, I pray you; it is good for your green wound and your ploody coxcomb.

Pift. Mult I bite?

Flu. Yes, out of doubt, and out of questions too, and ambiguities.

Pift. By this leek, I will moft horribly revenge; eat and swear

will

you

I

Flu. Eat, I have fome more pray you; fauce to your leek? there is not enough leek to fwear by.

Pift. Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see, I eat.

Flu. Much good do you, fcauld knave, heartily. Nay, pray you throw none away, the skin is good for your proken coxcomb when you take occafions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock at 'em, that's all.

Pit. Good.

Flu. Ay, leeks is good; hold you, there is a groat to heal your pate.

Pift. Me a groat!

Flu. Yes, verily, and in truth, you fhall take it ; or I have another leek in my pocket, which you fhall eat. Pift. I take thy groat in earneft of revenge. Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cudgels;

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cudgels; you fhall be a woodmonger, and buy no thing of me but cudgels; God pe wi'

you, and heal your pate.
Pift. All hell shall ftir for this.

you,

and keep

[Exit.

Gow. Go, go, you are acounterfeit cowardly knave: will you mock at an ancient tradition, began upon an honourable refpect, and worn as a memorable trophy of predeceas'd valour, and dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words? I have feen you gleeking and galling at this gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, because he could not speak English in the native garb, he could not therefore handle an English cudgel; you find 'tis otherwife; and henceforth let a Welsh correction teach you a good English condition: fare you well.

[Exit. Pift. Doth fortune play the hufwife with me now? News have I, that my Dol is dead of malady of France; And there my rendezvous is quite cut off: Old I do wax, and from my weary limbs Honour is cudgell'd. Well, bawd will I turn; And fomething lean to cut-purfe of quick hand: To England will I fteal, and there I'll fteal; And patches will I get unto these scars, And fwear, I got them in the Gallia Wars.

[Exit.

Enter at one door King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, War wick, and other Lords; at another, the French King, Queen Ifabel, Princess Catharine, the Duke of Burgundy, and other French.

EACE to this meeting, wherefore we

K. Henry. PEACE

are met:

Unto our brother France, and to our fifter,

Health and fair time of day; joy and good wishes, To our most fair and princely confin Catharine;

And