'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 difpleasures, and his indignations; and alfo being a little intoxicates in his prains, did in his ales and his angers, look you, kill his best friend Clytus.

Gow. 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 alfo 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 mccks: I have forgot his name. Gow. Sir John Falstaff.

Flu. That is he: I tell you, there is good men porn at Monmouth.

Gow. Here comes his Majefty.

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, 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 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 taste our mercy. Go, and tell them fo.

Enter Mountjoy.

Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my Liege.

Glou

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 thefe bones of mine for ransom?
Com'st thou again for ransom?

Mount. 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 fet-lock deep in gore, and with wild rage
Yerk out their armed heels at their dead malters,
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 horsemen peer, And gallop o'er the field.

Mount. The day is yours.

K. Henry. Praifed be God, and not our ftrength, for it! What is this castle 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 please your Majesty, and your great uncle Edward the plack Prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in France.

K. Henry. They did, Fluellen.

Flu. Your Majefty fays very true: if your Majefties is remember'd of it, the Welshmen did good service 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 fervice; and I do believe, your Majefty takes no fcorn to wear the Leek upon St. Tavee's day.

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K. Henry. I wear it for a memorable honour: For I am Welf, 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 plefs and preferve it, as long as it pleases his grace and his majesty 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 ashamed of your Majefty, praised be God, fo long as your Majesty is an honest man. K. Henry. God keep me fo!

Our heralds

Enter Williams.

go with him :

[Exeunt Heralds, with Mountjoy.

Bring me just notice of the numbers dead

On both our parts.

-Call yonder fellow hither. Exe. Soldier, you must come to the King.

K. Henry. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove in thy cap?

Wil. An't pleafe your Majefty, 'tis the gage of one that I fhould fight withal, if he be alive.

K. Henry. An Englishman?

Wil. An't pleafe your Majefty, a rafcal that fwagger'd with me last night; who, if alive, and if ever he dare to challenge this glove, I have fworn to take him a box o'th' ear; or if I can fee my glove in his cap, which he fwore as he was a foldier he would wear, (if alive) I will ftrike it out foundly.

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 Majefty, in my confcience.

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 neceffary, look your Grace, that he keep his vow and his oath : if he be perjur'd, fee you now, his reputation is as ar

rant

rant a villain and a jackfawce, as ever his black shoe upon God's ground and his earth, in my conscience

trod

law.

K. Henry. Then keep thy vow, firrah, when thou meet'ft the fellow.

Wil. So I will, my Liege, as I live.

K. Henry. Who ferv'ft thou under?
Wil. Under captain Gower, my Liege.

Flu. Gower is a good captain, and is good knowledge and literature in the wars.

K. Henry. Call him hither to me, foldier.
Wil. I will, my Liege.

[Exit.

K. Henry. Here, Fluellen, wear thou this favour for me, and stick it in thy cap; when Alanfon and my felf were down together, I pluck'd this glove from his helm ; if any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alanfon and an enemy to our perfon; if thou encounter any such, apprehend him if thou doft love me.

Flu. Your Grace does me as great honours as can be defir'd in the hearts of his fubjects: I would fain fee the man, that has but two legs, that fhall find himself agriev'd at this glove; that is all: but I would fain fee it once, an pleafe God of his grace that I might fee.

K. Henry. Know'st thou Gower?

Flu. He is my dear friend, an please you.

K. Henry. Pray thee, go feek him, and bring him to

my tent.

Flu. I will fetch him.

[Exit.

K. Henry. My lord of Warwick and my brother

Glofter,

Follow Fluellen closely at the heels :

The glove, which I have given him for a favour,
May, haply, purchase him a box o'th' ear.
It is the foldier's; I by bargain fhould

Wear it my self. Follow, good cousin Warwick:
If that the foldier ftrike him, as, I judge
By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word;
Some fudden 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 you with me, uncle of Exeter.

Wil.

[Exeunt.

SCENE, before K. Henry's Pavilion.

Enter Gower and Williams.

Warrant, it is to knight you, captain.

Enter Fluellen.

Flu. God's will and his pleasure, captain, I beseech you now come apace to the King: there is more good toward you, peradventure, than is in your knowledge to

dream of.

Wil. Sir, know you this glove?

Flu. Know the glove? I know, the glove is a glove. Wil. I know this, and thus I challenge it.

[Strikes bim. Flu. 'Sblud, an arrant traitor as any's in the univerfal orld, in France or in England.

Gower. How now, Sir? you villain!

Wil. Do you think I'll be forsworn?

Flu. Stand away, captain Gower, I will give treafon his payment into plows, I warrant you.

Wil. I am no traitor.

Flu. That's a lye in thy throat. I charge you in his Majefty's name apprehend him, he's a friend of the Duke of Alanfon's.

Enter Warwick and Gloucester.

War. How now, how now, what's the matter? Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is, praised be God for it, a most contagious treafon come to light, look you, as you fhall defire in a fummer's day. Here is his Majefty

Enter King Henry, and Exeter.

-K. Henry. Now now, what's the matter ?

Flu. My Liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that,

look