Henry V, Quarto 1
THE
CRONICLE
History of Henry the fift,
With his battell fought at Agin Court in
France. Togither with Auntient
Pistoll.
As it hath bene sundry times playd by the Right honorable
the Lord Chamberlaine his
Servants.
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The Chronicle Historie
of Henry the fift: with his battel fought
at Agin Court in France. Togither with
Auncient Pistoll.
of Henry the fift: with his battel fought
at Agin Court in France. Togither with
Auncient Pistoll.
Enter King Henry, Exeter, 2. Bishops, Clarence, and other
Attendants.
Sp4King.
A2
Bish.
Shure we thank you. And good my Lord proceed
Why the Lawe Salicke which they haue in France,
Or should or should not, stop vs in our clayme:
And God forbid my wise and learned Lord,
That you should fashion, frame, or wrest the same.
For God doth know how many now in health,
Shall drop their blood in approbation,
Of what your reuerence shall incite vs too.
Therefore take heed how you impawne our person.
How you awake the sleeping sword of warre:
We charge you in the name of God take heed.
After this coniuration, speake my Lord:
And we will iudge, note, and beleeue in heart,
That what you speake, is washt as pure
As sin in baptisme.
Why the Lawe Salicke which they haue in France,
Or should or should not, stop vs in our clayme:
And God forbid my wise and learned Lord,
That you should fashion, frame, or wrest the same.
For God doth know how many now in health,
Shall drop their blood in approbation,
Of what your reuerence shall incite vs too.
Therefore take heed how you impawne our person.
How you awake the sleeping sword of warre:
We charge you in the name of God take heed.
After this coniuration, speake my Lord:
And we will iudge, note, and beleeue in heart,
That what you speake, is washt as pure
As sin in baptisme.
Then heare me gracious soueraigne, and you peeres,
Which owe your liues, your faith and seruices
To this imperiall throne.
There is no bar to stay your highnesse claime to France
But one, which they produce from Faramount,
No female shall succeed in salicke land,
Which salicke land the French vniustly gloze
To be the realme of France:
And Faramont the founder of this law and female barre:
Yet their owne writers faithfully affirme
That the land salicke lyes in Germany,
Betweene the flouds of Sabeck and of Elme,
Where Charles the fift hauing subdude the Saxons
There left behind, and setled certaine French,
Who holding in disdaine the Germaine women,
For some dishonest maners of their liues,
Establisht there this lawe. To wit,
No female shall succeed in salicke land:
Which salicke land as I said before,
Is at this time in Germany called Mesene:
Thus doth it well appeare the salicke lawe
Was not deuised for the realme of France,
Nor did the French possesse the salicke land,
Vntill 400. one and twentie yeares
After the function of king Faramont,
Godly supposed the founder of this lawe:
Hugh Capet also that vsurpt the crowne,
To fine his title with some showe of truth,
When in pure truth it was corrupt and naught:
Conuaid himselfe as heire to the Lady Inger,
Daughter to Charles, the foresaid Duke of Loraine,
So that as cleare as is the sommers Sun,
King Pippins title and Hugh Capets claime,
King Charles his satisfaction all appeare,
To hold in right and title of the female:
So do the Lords of France vntil this day,
Howbeit they would hold vp this salick lawe
To bar your highnesse claiming from the female,
And rather choose to hide them in a net,
Then amply to imbace their crooked causes,
Vsurpt from you and your progenitors.
Sp6Bi.
The sin vpon my head dread soueraigne.
For in the booke of Numbers is it writ,
When the sonne dies, let the inheritance
Descend vnto the daughter.
Noble Lord stand for your owne,
Vnwinde your bloody flagge,
Go my dread Lord to your great graunsirs graue,
From whom you clayme:
And your great Vncle Edward the blacke Prince,
Who on the French ground playd a Tragedy
Making defeat on the full power of France,
Whilest his most mighty father on a hill,
Stood smiling to behold his Lyons whelpe,
Foraging blood of French Nobilitie.
O Noble English that could entertaine
With halfe their Forces the full power of France:
And let an other halfe stand laughing by,
All out of worke, and cold for action.
For in the booke of Numbers is it writ,
When the sonne dies, let the inheritance
Descend vnto the daughter.
Noble Lord stand for your owne,
Vnwinde your bloody flagge,
Go my dread Lord to your great graunsirs graue,
From whom you clayme:
And your great Vncle Edward the blacke Prince,
Who on the French ground playd a Tragedy
Making defeat on the full power of France,
Whilest his most mighty father on a hill,
Stood smiling to behold his Lyons whelpe,
Foraging blood of French Nobilitie.
O Noble English that could entertaine
With halfe their Forces the full power of France:
And let an other halfe stand laughing by,
All out of worke, and cold for action.
Sp7King.
We must not onely arme vs against the French,
But lay downe our proportion for the Scot,
Who will make rode vpon vs with all aduantgages.
But lay downe our proportion for the Scot,
Who will make rode vpon vs with all aduantgages.
Sp8Bi.
The Marches gracious soueraigne, shalbe sufficient
To guard your England from the pilfering borderers.
To guard your England from the pilfering borderers.
Sp9King.
We do not meane the coursing sneakers onely,
But feare the mayne entendement of the Scot,
For you shall read, neuer my great grandfather
Vnmaskt his power for France,
But that the Scot on his vnfurnisht Kingdome,
Came pouring like the Tide into a breach,
That England being empty of defences,
Hath shooke and trembled at the brute hereof.
But feare the mayne entendement of the Scot,
For you shall read, neuer my great grandfather
Vnmaskt his power for France,
But that the Scot on his vnfurnisht Kingdome,
Came pouring like the Tide into a breach,
That England being empty of defences,
Hath shooke and trembled at the brute hereof.
A3 For
For heare her but examplified by her selfe,
When all her chiualry hath bene in France
And she a mourning widow of her Nobles,
She hath her selfe not only well defended,
But taken and impounded as a stray, the king of Scots,
Whom like a caytiffe she did leade to France,
Filling your Chronicles as rich with praise
As is the owse and bottome of the sea
With sunken wrack and shiplesse treasurie.
Sp11Lord.
There is a saying very old and true,
If you will France win,
Then with Scotland first begin:
For once the Eagle, England being in pray,
To his vnfurnish nest the weazel Scot
Would suck her egs, playing the mouse in absence of the (cat:
To spoyle and hauock more than she can eat.
If you will France win,
Then with Scotland first begin:
For once the Eagle, England being in pray,
To his vnfurnish nest the weazel Scot
Would suck her egs, playing the mouse in absence of the (cat:
To spoyle and hauock more than she can eat.
Sp12Exe.
It followes then, the cat must stay at home,
Yet that is but a curst necessitie,
Since we haue trappes to catch the petty theeues:
Whilste that the armed hand doth fight abroad
The aduised head controlles at home:
For gouernment though high or lowe, being put into parts,
Congrueth with a mutuall content like musicke.
Yet that is but a curst necessitie,
Since we haue trappes to catch the petty theeues:
Whilste that the armed hand doth fight abroad
The aduised head controlles at home:
For gouernment though high or lowe, being put into parts,
Congrueth with a mutuall content like musicke.
Sp13Bi.
The
True: therefore doth heauen diuide the fate of man
in diuers functions.
Whereto is added as an ayme or but, obedience:
For so liue the honey Bees, creatures that by awe
Ordaine an act of order to a peopeld Kingdome:
They haue a King and officers of sort,
Where some like Magistrates correct at home:
Others like Marchants venture trade abroad:
Others like souldiers armed in their stings,
Make boote vpon the sommers veluet bud:
Which pillage they with mery march bring home
To the tent royall of their Emperour,
Who busied in his maiestie, behold
The singing masons building roofes of gold:
in diuers functions.
Whereto is added as an ayme or but, obedience:
For so liue the honey Bees, creatures that by awe
Ordaine an act of order to a peopeld Kingdome:
They haue a King and officers of sort,
Where some like Magistrates correct at home:
Others like Marchants venture trade abroad:
Others like souldiers armed in their stings,
Make boote vpon the sommers veluet bud:
Which pillage they with mery march bring home
To the tent royall of their Emperour,
Who busied in his maiestie, behold
The singing masons building roofes of gold:
The ciuell citizens lading vp the honey,
The sad eyde Iustice with his surly humme,
Deliuering vp to executors pale, the lazy caning Drone.
This I infer, that 20. actions once a foote,
May all end in one moment.
As many Arrowes losed seuerall wayes, flye to one marke:
As many seuerall wayes meete in one towne:
As many fresh streames run in one selfe sea:
As many lines close in the dyall center:
So may a thousand actions once a foote,
End in one moment, and be all well borne without defect.
Therefore my Liege to France,
Diuide your happy England into foure,
Of which take you one quarter into France,
And you withall, shall make all Gallia shake.
If we with thrice that power left at home,
Cannot defend our owne doore from the dogge,
Let vs be beaten, and from henceforth lose
The name of pollicy and hardinesse.
Sp14Ki.
Call in the messenger sent frōfrom the Dolphin,
And by your ayde, the noble sinewes of our land,
France being ours, weele bring it to our awe,
Or breake it all in peeces:
Eyther our Chronicles shal with full mouth speak
Freely of our acts,
Or else like toonglesse mutes
Not worshipt with a paper Epitaph:
Enter Thambassadors from France.
Now are we well prepared to know the Dolphins pleasure,
For we heare your comming is from him.
And by your ayde, the noble sinewes of our land,
France being ours, weele bring it to our awe,
Or breake it all in peeces:
Eyther our Chronicles shal with full mouth speak
Freely of our acts,
Or else like toonglesse mutes
Not worshipt with a paper Epitaph:
Enter Thambassadors from France.
Now are we well prepared to know the Dolphins pleasure,
For we heare your comming is from him.
Sp15Ambassa.
Pleaseth your Maiestie to giue vs leaue
Freely to render what we haue in charge:
Or shall I sparingly shew a farre off,
The Dolphins pleasure and our Embassage?
Freely to render what we haue in charge:
Or shall I sparingly shew a farre off,
The Dolphins pleasure and our Embassage?
Sp16King.
There-
We are no tyrant, but a Christian King,
To whom our spirit is as subiect,
As are our wretches fettered in our prisons.
To whom our spirit is as subiect,
As are our wretches fettered in our prisons.
Therefore freely and with vncurbed boldnesse
Tell vs the Dolphins minde.
Sp17Ambas.
Then this in fine the Dolphin saith,
Whereas you clayme certaine Townes in France,
From your predecessor king Edward the third,
This he returnes.
He saith, theres nought in France that can be with a nimble
Galliard wonne: you cannot reuel into Dukedomes there:
Therefore he sendeth meeter for your study,
This tunne of treasure: and in lieu of this,
Desires to let the Dukedomes that you craue
Heare no more from you: This the Dolphin saith.
Whereas you clayme certaine Townes in France,
From your predecessor king Edward the third,
This he returnes.
He saith, theres nought in France that can be with a nimble
Galliard wonne: you cannot reuel into Dukedomes there:
Therefore he sendeth meeter for your study,
This tunne of treasure: and in lieu of this,
Desires to let the Dukedomes that you craue
Heare no more from you: This the Dolphin saith.
Sp20King.
And
We are glad the Dolphin is so pleasant with vs,
Your message and his present we accept:
When we haue matched our rackets to these balles,
We will by Gods grace play such a set,
Shall strike his fathers crowne into the hazard.
Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler,
That all the Courts of France shall be disturbd with chases.
And we vnderstand him well, how he comes ore vs
With our wilder dayes, not measuring what vse we made
of them.
We neuer valued this poore seate of England.
And therefore gaue our selues to barbarous licence:
As tis common seene that men are merriest when they are
from home.
But tell the Dolphin we will keepe our state,
Be like a King, mightie and commaund,
When we do rowse vs in throne of France:
For this haue we laid by our Maiestie
And plodded lide a man for working dayes.
But we will rise there with so full of glory,
That we will dazell all the eyes of France,
I strike the Dolphin blinde to looke on vs,
And tell him this, his mock hath turnd his balles to gun (stones,
Your message and his present we accept:
When we haue matched our rackets to these balles,
We will by Gods grace play such a set,
Shall strike his fathers crowne into the hazard.
Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler,
That all the Courts of France shall be disturbd with chases.
And we vnderstand him well, how he comes ore vs
With our wilder dayes, not measuring what vse we made
of them.
We neuer valued this poore seate of England.
And therefore gaue our selues to barbarous licence:
As tis common seene that men are merriest when they are
from home.
But tell the Dolphin we will keepe our state,
Be like a King, mightie and commaund,
When we do rowse vs in throne of France:
For this haue we laid by our Maiestie
And plodded lide a man for working dayes.
But we will rise there with so full of glory,
That we will dazell all the eyes of France,
I strike the Dolphin blinde to looke on vs,
And tell him this, his mock hath turnd his balles to gun (stones,
And his soule shall sit sore charged for the wastfull (vengeance
That shall flye from them. For this his mocke
Shall mocke many a wife out of their deare husbands.
Mocke mothers from their sonnes, mocke Castles downe,
I some are yet vngotten and vnborne,
That shall haue cause to curse the Dolphins scorne.
But this lyes all within the will of God, to whom we doo (appeale,
And in whose name tel you the Dolphin we are cōming comming on
To venge vs as we may, and to put forth our hand
In a rightfull cause: so get you hence, and tell your Prince,
His Iest will sauour but of shallow wit,
When thousands weepe, more then did laugh at it.
Conuey them with safe conduct: see them hence.
Sp22King.
We hope to make the sender blush at it:
Therefore let our collectiōcollection for the wars be soone prouided:
For God before, weell check the Dolphin at his fathers (doore.
Therefore let euery man now taske his thought,
That this faire action may on foote be brought.
Therefore let our collectiōcollection for the wars be soone prouided:
For God before, weell check the Dolphin at his fathers (doore.
Therefore let euery man now taske his thought,
That this faire action may on foote be brought.
Exeunt omnes.
Enter Nim and Bardolfe.
Sp26Nim.
I cannot tell, things must be as they may:
I dare not fight, but I will winke and hold out mine Iron:
It is a simple one, but what tho; it will serue to toste cheese,
And it will endure cold as an other mans sword will,
And theres the humor of it.
I dare not fight, but I will winke and hold out mine Iron:
It is a simple one, but what tho; it will serue to toste cheese,
And it will endure cold as an other mans sword will,
And theres the humor of it.
B Nim. I
Sp28Nim.
I must do as I may, tho patience be a tyred mare,
Yet sheel plod, and some say kniues haue edges,
And men may sleepe and haue their throtes about them
At that time, and there is the humour of it.
Yet sheel plod, and some say kniues haue edges,
And men may sleepe and haue their throtes about them
At that time, and there is the humour of it.
Sp29Bar.
Come yfaith, Ile bestow a breakfast to make Pistoll
And thee friendes. What a plague should we carrie kniues
To cut our owne throates.
And thee friendes. What a plague should we carrie kniues
To cut our owne throates.
Sp30Nim.
Yfaith Ile liue as long as I may, thats the certaine of it.
And when I cannot liue any longer, Ile do as I may,
And theres my rest, and the randeuous of it.
And when I cannot liue any longer, Ile do as I may,
And theres my rest, and the randeuous of it.
Enter Pistoll and Hostes Quickly, his wife.
Sp33Pist.
Base slaue, callest thou me hoste?
Now by gads lugges I sweare, I scorne the title,
Nor shall my Nell keepe lodging.
Now by gads lugges I sweare, I scorne the title,
Nor shall my Nell keepe lodging.
Sp34Host.
No by my troath not I,
For we cānotcannot bed nor boord halfe a score honest gētlewomēgentlewomen
That liue honestly by the prick of their needle,
But it is thought straight we keepe a bawdy–house.
O Lord heeres Corporall Nims, now shall
We haue wilful adultry and murther committed:
Good Corporall Nim shew the valour of a man,
And put vp your sword.
For we cānotcannot bed nor boord halfe a score honest gētlewomēgentlewomen
That liue honestly by the prick of their needle,
But it is thought straight we keepe a bawdy–house.
O Lord heeres Corporall Nims, now shall
We haue wilful adultry and murther committed:
Good Corporall Nim shew the valour of a man,
And put vp your sword.
Sp38Pist.
Solus egregious dog, that solus in thy throte,
And in thy lungs, and which is worse, within
Thy mesfull mouth, I do retort that solus in thy
Bowels, and in thy Iaw, perdie: for I can talke,
And Pistolls flashing firy cock is vp.
And in thy lungs, and which is worse, within
Thy mesfull mouth, I do retort that solus in thy
Bowels, and in thy Iaw, perdie: for I can talke,
And Pistolls flashing firy cock is vp.
Sp39Nim.
Rapier
I am not Barbasom, you cannot coniure me:
I haue an humour Pistoll to knock you indifferently well,
And you fall foule with me Pistoll, Ile scoure you with my
I haue an humour Pistoll to knock you indifferently well,
And you fall foule with me Pistoll, Ile scoure you with my
Rapier in faire termes. If you will walke off a little,
Ile prick your guts a litle in good termes,
And theres the humour of it.
Sp40Pist.
O braggard vile, and damned furious wight,
The Graue doth gape, and groaning
Death is neare, therefore exall.
The Graue doth gape, and groaning
Death is neare, therefore exall.
They drawe.
Sp44Pist.
Couple gorge is the word, I thee defie agen:
A damned hound, thinkst thou my spouse to get?
No, to the powdering tub of infamy,
Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cresides kinde,
Doll Tear–sheete, she by name, and her espowse
I haue, and I will hold, the quandom quickly,
For the onely she and Paco, there it is inough.
A damned hound, thinkst thou my spouse to get?
No, to the powdering tub of infamy,
Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cresides kinde,
Doll Tear–sheete, she by name, and her espowse
I haue, and I will hold, the quandom quickly,
For the onely she and Paco, there it is inough.
Enter the Boy.
Sp45Boy.
Hostes you must come straight to my maister,
And you Host Pistoll. Good Bardolfe
Put thy nose between the sheets, and do the office of a (warming pan.
And you Host Pistoll. Good Bardolfe
Put thy nose between the sheets, and do the office of a (warming pan.
Sp46Host.
By my troath heele yeeld the crow a pudding one
(of these dayes,
Ile go to him, husband youle come?
Ile go to him, husband youle come?
Sp47Bar.
Come Pistoll be friends.
Nim prithee be friends, and if thou wilt not be
Enemies with me too.
Nim prithee be friends, and if thou wilt not be
Enemies with me too.
They draw.
B2 Nim.
Sp55Pist.
A noble shalt thou haue, and readie pay,
And liquor likewise will giue to thee,
And friendship shall combind and brotherhood:
Ile liue by Nim as Nim shall liue by me:
Is not this iust? for I shall Sutler be
Vnto the Campe, and profit will occrue.
And liquor likewise will giue to thee,
And friendship shall combind and brotherhood:
Ile liue by Nim as Nim shall liue by me:
Is not this iust? for I shall Sutler be
Vnto the Campe, and profit will occrue.
Enter Hostes.
Sp59Hostes.
As euer you came of men come in,
Sir Iohn poore soule is so troubled
With a burning tashan contigian feuer, tis wonderfull.
Sir Iohn poore soule is so troubled
With a burning tashan contigian feuer, tis wonderfull.
Exeunt omnes.
Enter Exeter and Gloster.
Sp63Glost.
I but the man that was his bedfellow
Whom he hath cloyed and graced with princely fauours
That he should for a forraine purse, to sell
His Soueraignes life to death and trechery.
Whom he hath cloyed and graced with princely fauours
That he should for a forraine purse, to sell
His Soueraignes life to death and trechery.
Enter the King and three Lords.
Sp65King.
Now sirs the windes faire, and we wil aboord;
My Lord of Cambridge, and my Lord of Massham,
And you my gentle Knight, giue me your thoughts,
Do you not thinke the power we beare with vs,
Will make vs conquerors in the field of France?
My Lord of Cambridge, and my Lord of Massham,
And you my gentle Knight, giue me your thoughts,
Do you not thinke the power we beare with vs,
Will make vs conquerors in the field of France?
Cam. Neuer
Sp68Gray.
Euen those that were your fathers enemies
Haue steeped their galles in honey for your sake.
Haue steeped their galles in honey for your sake.
Sp69King.
We therefore haue great cause of thankfulnesse,
And shall forget the office of our hands:
Sooner then reward and merit,
According to their cause and worthinesse.
And shall forget the office of our hands:
Sooner then reward and merit,
According to their cause and worthinesse.
Sp70Masha.
So seruice shall with steeled sinewes shine,
And labour shall refresh it selfe with hope
To do your Grace incessant seruice.
And labour shall refresh it selfe with hope
To do your Grace incessant seruice.
Sp71King.
Vncle of Exeter, enlarge the man
Committed yesterday, that rayled against our person,
We consider it was the heate of wine that set him on,
And on his more aduice we pardon him.
Committed yesterday, that rayled against our person,
We consider it was the heate of wine that set him on,
And on his more aduice we pardon him.
Sp72Masha.
That is mercie, but too much securitie:
Let him bee punisht Soueraigne, least the example of (him,
Breed more of such a kinde.
Let him bee punisht Soueraigne, least the example of (him,
Breed more of such a kinde.
Sp76King.
Alas your too much care and loue of me
Are heauy orisons gainst the poore wretch,
If litle faults proceeding on distemper should not bee (winked at,
How should we stretch our eye, when capitall crimes,
Chewed, swallowed and disgested, appeare before vs:
Well yet enlarge the man, tho Cambridge and the rest
In their deare loues, and tender preseruation of our state,
Would haue him punisht.
Now to our French causes.
Who are the late Commissioners?
Are heauy orisons gainst the poore wretch,
If litle faults proceeding on distemper should not bee (winked at,
How should we stretch our eye, when capitall crimes,
Chewed, swallowed and disgested, appeare before vs:
Well yet enlarge the man, tho Cambridge and the rest
In their deare loues, and tender preseruation of our state,
Would haue him punisht.
Now to our French causes.
Who are the late Commissioners?
B3 Masha. So
Sp80King.
Then Richard Earle of Cambridge there is yours.
There is yours my Lord of Masham.
And sir Thomas Gray knight of Northumberland, this same is (yours:
Read them, and know we know your worthinesse.
Vnckle Exeter I will aboord to night.
Why how now Gentlemen, why change you colour?
What see you in those papers
That hath so chased your blood out of apparance?
There is yours my Lord of Masham.
And sir Thomas Gray knight of Northumberland, this same is (yours:
Read them, and know we know your worthinesse.
Vnckle Exeter I will aboord to night.
Why how now Gentlemen, why change you colour?
What see you in those papers
That hath so chased your blood out of apparance?
Sp83King.
Tis
The mercy which was quit in vs but late,
By your owne reasons is forstald and done:
You must not dare for shame to aske for mercy,
For your owne conscience turne vpon your bosomes,
As dogs vpon their maisters worrying them.
See you my Princes, and my noble Peeres,
These English monsters:
My Lord of Cambridge here,
You know how apt we were to grace him,
In all things belonging to his honour:
And this vilde man hath for a fewe light crownes,
Lightly conspired and sworne vnto the practises of France:
To kill vs here in Hampton. To the which,
This knight no lesse in bountie bound to vs
Then Cambridge is, haah likewise sworne.
But oh what shall I say to thee false man,
Thou cruell ingratefull and inhumane creature,
Thou that didst beare the key of all my counsell,
That knewst the very secrets of my heart,
That almost mightest a coyned me into gold,
Wouldest thou a practisde on me for thy vse:
Can it be possible that out of thee
Should proceed one sparke that might annoy my finger?
By your owne reasons is forstald and done:
You must not dare for shame to aske for mercy,
For your owne conscience turne vpon your bosomes,
As dogs vpon their maisters worrying them.
See you my Princes, and my noble Peeres,
These English monsters:
My Lord of Cambridge here,
You know how apt we were to grace him,
In all things belonging to his honour:
And this vilde man hath for a fewe light crownes,
Lightly conspired and sworne vnto the practises of France:
To kill vs here in Hampton. To the which,
This knight no lesse in bountie bound to vs
Then Cambridge is, haah likewise sworne.
But oh what shall I say to thee false man,
Thou cruell ingratefull and inhumane creature,
Thou that didst beare the key of all my counsell,
That knewst the very secrets of my heart,
That almost mightest a coyned me into gold,
Wouldest thou a practisde on me for thy vse:
Can it be possible that out of thee
Should proceed one sparke that might annoy my finger?
Tis so strange, that tho the truth doth showe as grose
As black from white, mine eye wil scarcely see it.
Their faults are open, arrest them to the answer of the lawe,
And God acquit them of their practises.
Sp84Exe.
I arrest thee of high treason,
By the name of Richard, Earle of Cambridge.
I arest thee of high treason,
By the name of Henry, Lord of Masham.
I arest thee of high treason,
By the name of Thomas Gray, knight of Northumberland.
By the name of Richard, Earle of Cambridge.
I arest thee of high treason,
By the name of Henry, Lord of Masham.
I arest thee of high treason,
By the name of Thomas Gray, knight of Northumberland.
Sp85Mash.
Our purposes God iustly hath discouered,
And I repent my fault more then my death,
Which I beseech your maiestie forgiue,
Altho my body pay the price of it.
And I repent my fault more then my death,
Which I beseech your maiestie forgiue,
Altho my body pay the price of it.
Sp86King.
God quit you in his mercy. Heare your sentence.
You haue conspired against our royall person,
Ioyned with an enemy proclaimed and fixed.
And frōfrom his coffers receiued the golden earnest of our death
Touching our person we seeke no redresse.
But we our kingdomes safetie must so tender
Whose ruine you haue sought,
That to our lawes we do deliuer you.
Get ye therefore hence: poore miserable creatures to your (death,
The taste whereof, God in his mercy giue you
Patience to endure, and true repentance of all your deeds (amisse:
Beare them hence.
Exit three Lords.
Now Lords to France. The enterprise whereof,
Shall be to you as vs, successiuely.
Since God cut off this dangerous treason lurking in our way
Cheerly to sea, the signes of war aduance:
No King of England, if not King of France.
You haue conspired against our royall person,
Ioyned with an enemy proclaimed and fixed.
And frōfrom his coffers receiued the golden earnest of our death
Touching our person we seeke no redresse.
But we our kingdomes safetie must so tender
Whose ruine you haue sought,
That to our lawes we do deliuer you.
Get ye therefore hence: poore miserable creatures to your (death,
The taste whereof, God in his mercy giue you
Patience to endure, and true repentance of all your deeds (amisse:
Beare them hence.
Exit three Lords.
Now Lords to France. The enterprise whereof,
Shall be to you as vs, successiuely.
Since God cut off this dangerous treason lurking in our way
Cheerly to sea, the signes of war aduance:
No King of England, if not King of France.
Exit omnes. Enter
Enter Nim, Pistoll, Bardolfe, Hostes and a Boy.
Sp90Host.
I, he is in Arthors bosom, if euer any were:
He went away as if it were a crysombd childe,
Betweene twelue and one,
Iust at turning of the tide:
His nose was as sharpe as a pen:
For when I saw him fumble with the sheetes,
And talk of floures, and smile vpōvpon his fingers ends
I knew there was no way but one.
How now sir Iohn quoth I?
And he cryed three times, God, God, God,
Now I to comfort him, bad him not think of God,
I hope there was no such need.
Then he bad me put more cloathes at his feete:
And I felt to them, and they were as cold as any stone:
And to his knees, and they were as cold as any stone.
And so vpward, and vpward, and all was as cold as any stone.
He went away as if it were a crysombd childe,
Betweene twelue and one,
Iust at turning of the tide:
His nose was as sharpe as a pen:
For when I saw him fumble with the sheetes,
And talk of floures, and smile vpōvpon his fingers ends
I knew there was no way but one.
How now sir Iohn quoth I?
And he cryed three times, God, God, God,
Now I to comfort him, bad him not think of God,
I hope there was no such need.
Then he bad me put more cloathes at his feete:
And I felt to them, and they were as cold as any stone:
And to his knees, and they were as cold as any stone.
And so vpward, and vpward, and all was as cold as any stone.
Sp98Host.
Indeed he did in some sort handle women,
But then he was rumaticke, and talkt of the whore of (Babylon.
But then he was rumaticke, and talkt of the whore of (Babylon.
Sp99Boy.
Bar.
Hostes do you remember he saw a Flea stand
Vpon Bardolfes Nose, and sed it was a black soule
Burning in hell fire?
Vpon Bardolfes Nose, and sed it was a black soule
Burning in hell fire?
Sp102Pist.
Cleare vp thy cristalles,
Looke to my chattels and my moueables.
Trust none: the word is pitch and pay:
Mens words are wafer cakes,
And holdfast is the only dog my deare.
Therefore cophetua be thy counsellor,
Touch her soft lips and part.
Looke to my chattels and my moueables.
Trust none: the word is pitch and pay:
Mens words are wafer cakes,
And holdfast is the only dog my deare.
Therefore cophetua be thy counsellor,
Touch her soft lips and part.
Exit omnes.
Enter King of France, Bourbon, Dolphin,
and others.
Sp106King.
Now you Lords of Orleance,
Of Bourbon, and of Berry,
You see the King of England is not slack,
For he is footed on this land alreadie.
Of Bourbon, and of Berry,
You see the King of England is not slack,
For he is footed on this land alreadie.
Sp107Dolphin.
My gratious Lord, tis meet we all goe
(foorth,
And arme vs against the foe:
And view the weak & sickly parts of France:
But let vs do it with no show of feare,
No with no more, then if we heard
England were busied with a Moris dance.
For my good Lord, she is so idley kingd,
Her scepter so fantistically borne,
So guided by a shallow humorous youth,
That feare attends her not.
And arme vs against the foe:
And view the weak & sickly parts of France:
But let vs do it with no show of feare,
No with no more, then if we heard
England were busied with a Moris dance.
For my good Lord, she is so idley kingd,
Her scepter so fantistically borne,
So guided by a shallow humorous youth,
That feare attends her not.
C Question
Question your grace the late Embassador,
With what regard he heard his Embassage,
How well supplied with aged Counsellours,
And how his resolution andswered him,
You then would say that Harry was not wilde.
Sp112Dol.
My gracious father, cut vp this English short,
Selfe loue my Liege is not so vile a thing,
As self neglecting.
Selfe loue my Liege is not so vile a thing,
As self neglecting.
Enter Exeter.
Sp114Exe.
King.
From him, and thus he greets your Maiestie:
He wils you in the name of God Almightie,
That you deuest your selfe and lay apart
That borrowed tytle, which by gift of heauen,
Of lawe of nature, and of nations, longs
To him and to his heires, namely the crowne
And all wide stretched titles that belongs
Vnto the Crowne of France, that you may know
Tis no sinister, nor no awkeward claime,
Pickt from the wormeholes of old vanisht dayes,
Nor from the dust of old obliuion rackte,
He sends you these most memorable lynes,
In euery branch truly demonstrated:
Willing you ouerlooke this pedigree,
And when you finde him euenly deriued
From his most famed and famous ancestors,
Edward the third, he bids you then resigne
Your crowne and kingdome, indirectly held
From him, the natiue and true challenger.
He wils you in the name of God Almightie,
That you deuest your selfe and lay apart
That borrowed tytle, which by gift of heauen,
Of lawe of nature, and of nations, longs
To him and to his heires, namely the crowne
And all wide stretched titles that belongs
Vnto the Crowne of France, that you may know
Tis no sinister, nor no awkeward claime,
Pickt from the wormeholes of old vanisht dayes,
Nor from the dust of old obliuion rackte,
He sends you these most memorable lynes,
In euery branch truly demonstrated:
Willing you ouerlooke this pedigree,
And when you finde him euenly deriued
From his most famed and famous ancestors,
Edward the third, he bids you then resigne
Your crowne and kingdome, indirectly held
From him, the natiue and true challenger.
Sp116Exe.
Bloody cōstraintconstraint, for if you hide the crown
Euen in your hearts, there will he rake for it:
Therefore in fierce tempest is he comming,
In thunder, and in earthquake, like a Ioue,
That if requiring faile, he will compell it:
And on your heads turnes he the widowes teares,
The Orphanes cries, the dead mens bones,
The pining maydens grones.
For husbands, fathers, and distressed louers,
Which shall be swallowed in this controuersie.
This is his claime, his threatning, and my message.
Vnles the Dolphin be in presence here,
To whom expresly we bring greeting too.
Euen in your hearts, there will he rake for it:
Therefore in fierce tempest is he comming,
In thunder, and in earthquake, like a Ioue,
That if requiring faile, he will compell it:
And on your heads turnes he the widowes teares,
The Orphanes cries, the dead mens bones,
The pining maydens grones.
For husbands, fathers, and distressed louers,
Which shall be swallowed in this controuersie.
This is his claime, his threatning, and my message.
Vnles the Dolphin be in presence here,
To whom expresly we bring greeting too.
Sp118Exe.
Scorn & defiance, slight regard, contempt,
And any thing that may not misbecome
The mightie sender, doth he prise you at:
Thus saith my king. Vnles your fathers highnesse
Sweeten the bitter mocke you sent his Maiestie,
Heele call you to so loud an answere for it,
That caues and wombely vaultes of France
Shall chide your trespasse, and return your mock,
In second accent of his ordenance.
And any thing that may not misbecome
The mightie sender, doth he prise you at:
Thus saith my king. Vnles your fathers highnesse
Sweeten the bitter mocke you sent his Maiestie,
Heele call you to so loud an answere for it,
That caues and wombely vaultes of France
Shall chide your trespasse, and return your mock,
In second accent of his ordenance.
Sp119Dol.
Say that my father render faire reply,
It is against my will:
For I desire nothing so much,
As oddes with England.
And for that cause according to his youth
I did present him with those Paris balles.
It is against my will:
For I desire nothing so much,
As oddes with England.
And for that cause according to his youth
I did present him with those Paris balles.
Sp120Exe.
C2
Betweene
Heele make your Paris Louer shake for it,
Were it the mistresse Court of mightie Europe.
And be assured, youle finde a difference
As we his subiects haue in wonder found:
Were it the mistresse Court of mightie Europe.
And be assured, youle finde a difference
As we his subiects haue in wonder found:
Betweene his yonger dayes and these he musters now,
Now he wayes time euen to the latest graine,
Which you shall finde in your owne losses
If he stay in France.
Exit omnes.
Enter Nim, Bardolfe, Pistoll, Boy.
Enter Flewellen and beates them in.
Sp129Boy.
Well I would I were once from them:
They would haue me as familiar
With mens pockets, as their gloues, and their
Handkerchers, they will steale any thing.
Bardolfe stole a Lute case, carryed it three mile,
And sold it for three hapence.
Nim stole a fier shouell.
I knew by that, they meant to carry coales:
Well, if they will not leaue me,
I meane to leaue them.
They would haue me as familiar
With mens pockets, as their gloues, and their
Handkerchers, they will steale any thing.
Bardolfe stole a Lute case, carryed it three mile,
And sold it for three hapence.
Nim stole a fier shouell.
I knew by that, they meant to carry coales:
Well, if they will not leaue me,
I meane to leaue them.
Exit Nim, Bardolfe, Pistoll, and the Boy.
Enter Gower.
Looke
Sp131Fleu.
Looke you, tell the Duke it is not so good
To come to the mines: the concuaueties is otherwise,
You may discusse to the Duke, the enemy is digd
Himselfe fiue yardes vnder the countermines:
By Iesus I thinke heele blowe vp all
If there be no better direction.
To come to the mines: the concuaueties is otherwise,
You may discusse to the Duke, the enemy is digd
Himselfe fiue yardes vnder the countermines:
By Iesus I thinke heele blowe vp all
If there be no better direction.
Enter the King and his Lords alarum.
Sp132King.
How yet resolues the Gouernour of the Towne?
This is the latest parley weele admit:
Therefore to our best mercie giue your selues,
Or like to men proud of destruction, defie vs to our worst,
For as I am a souldier, a name that in my thoughts
Becomes me best, if we begin the battery once againe
I will not leaue the halfe atchieued Harflew,
Till in her ashes she be buried,
The gates of mercie are all shut vp.
What say you, will you yeeld and this auoyd,
Or guiltie in defence be thus destroyd?
This is the latest parley weele admit:
Therefore to our best mercie giue your selues,
Or like to men proud of destruction, defie vs to our worst,
For as I am a souldier, a name that in my thoughts
Becomes me best, if we begin the battery once againe
I will not leaue the halfe atchieued Harflew,
Till in her ashes she be buried,
The gates of mercie are all shut vp.
What say you, will you yeeld and this auoyd,
Or guiltie in defence be thus destroyd?
Enter Gouernour.
Sp133Gouer.
Our expectation hath this day an end:
The Dolphin whom of succour we entreated,
Returnes vs word, his powers are not yet ready,
To raise so great a siege: therefore dread King,
We yeeld our towne and liues to thy soft mercie:
Enter our gates, dispose of vs and ours,
For we no longer are defensiue now.
The Dolphin whom of succour we entreated,
Returnes vs word, his powers are not yet ready,
To raise so great a siege: therefore dread King,
We yeeld our towne and liues to thy soft mercie:
Enter our gates, dispose of vs and ours,
For we no longer are defensiue now.
Enter Katherine, Allice.
Sp134Kate.
C3
Allice. La
Allice venecia, vous aues cates en,
Vou parte fort bon Angloys englatara,
Coman sae palla vou la main en francoy.
Vou parte fort bon Angloys englatara,
Coman sae palla vou la main en francoy.
Sp144Kate.
Ecowte Ie rehersera, towt cella que Iac apoandre,
De han, de arma, de neck, du cin, e de bilbo.
De han, de arma, de neck, du cin, e de bilbo.
Sp146Kate.
O Iesu, Iea obloye ma foy, ecoute Ie recontera
De han, de arma, de neck, de cin, e de elbo, e ca bon.
De han, de arma, de neck, de cin, e de elbo, e ca bon.
Sp148Kate.
Par la grace de deu an pettie tanes, Ie parle milleur
Coman se pella vou le peid e le robe.
Coman se pella vou le peid e le robe.
Sp150Kate.
Le fot, e le con, ô Iesu! Ie ne vew poinct parle,
Sie plus deuant le che cheualires de franca,
Pur one million ma foy.
Sie plus deuant le che cheualires de franca,
Pur one million ma foy.
Exit omnes.
Enter King of France Lord Constable, the Dolphin,
and Burbon.
The
The emptying of our fathers luxerie,
Outgrow their grafters.
Sp157Bur.
Normanes, basterd Normanes, mor du
And if they passe vnfought withall,
Ile sell my Dukedome for a foggy farme
In that short nooke Ile of England.
And if they passe vnfought withall,
Ile sell my Dukedome for a foggy farme
In that short nooke Ile of England.
Sp158Const.
Why whence haue they this mettall?
Is not their clymate raw, foggy and colde.
On whom as in disdaine, the Sunne lookes pale?
Can barley broath, a drench for swolne Iades
Their sodden water decockt such liuely blood?
And shall our quick blood spirited with wine
Seeme frosty? O for honour of our names,
Let vs not hang like frozen Iicesickles
Vpon our houses tops, while they a more frosty clymate
Sweate drops of youthfull blood.
Is not their clymate raw, foggy and colde.
On whom as in disdaine, the Sunne lookes pale?
Can barley broath, a drench for swolne Iades
Their sodden water decockt such liuely blood?
And shall our quick blood spirited with wine
Seeme frosty? O for honour of our names,
Let vs not hang like frozen Iicesickles
Vpon our houses tops, while they a more frosty clymate
Sweate drops of youthfull blood.
Sp159King.
Constable dispatch, send Montioy forth,
To know what willing raunsome he will giue?
Sonne Dolphin you shall stay in Rone with me.
To know what willing raunsome he will giue?
Sonne Dolphin you shall stay in Rone with me.
Exeunt omnes.
Enter Gower.
Sp165Flew.
There,
The duke of Exeter is a māman whom I loue, & I honor,
And I worship, with my soule, and my heart, and my life,
And my lands and my liuings,
And my vttermost powers.
The Duke is looke you,
God be praised and pleased for it, no harme in the worell.
He is maintain the bridge very gallently: there is an Ensigne
And I worship, with my soule, and my heart, and my life,
And my lands and my liuings,
And my vttermost powers.
The Duke is looke you,
God be praised and pleased for it, no harme in the worell.
He is maintain the bridge very gallently: there is an Ensigne
There, I do not know how you call him, but by Iesus I think
He is as valient a man as Marke Anthonie, he doth maintain
the bridge most gallantly: yet he is a man of no reckoning:
But I did see him do gallant seruice.
Enter Ancient Pistoll.
Sp172Pist.
Bardolfe a souldier, one of buxsome valour,
Hath by furious fate
And giddy Fortunes fickle wheele,
That Godes blinde that stands vpon the rowling restlesse (stone.
Hath by furious fate
And giddy Fortunes fickle wheele,
That Godes blinde that stands vpon the rowling restlesse (stone.
Sp173Flew.
By your patience ancient Pistoll,
Fortune, looke you is painted,
Plind with a mufler before her eyes,
To signifie to you, that Fortune is plind:
And she is moreouer painted with a wheele,
Which is the morall that Fortune is turning,
And inconstant, and variation; and mutabilities:
And her fate is fixed at a sphericall stone
Which roules, and roules, and roules:
Surely the Poet is make an excellētexcellent descriptiōdescription of Fortune.
Fortune looke you is and excellent morall.
Fortune, looke you is painted,
Plind with a mufler before her eyes,
To signifie to you, that Fortune is plind:
And she is moreouer painted with a wheele,
Which is the morall that Fortune is turning,
And inconstant, and variation; and mutabilities:
And her fate is fixed at a sphericall stone
Which roules, and roules, and roules:
Surely the Poet is make an excellētexcellent descriptiōdescription of Fortune.
Fortune looke you is and excellent morall.
Sp174Pist.
But
Fortune is Bardolfes foe, and frownes on him,
For he hath stolne a packs, and hanged must he be:
A damned death, let gallowes gape for dogs,
Let man go free, and let not death his windpipe stop.
For he hath stolne a packs, and hanged must he be:
A damned death, let gallowes gape for dogs,
Let man go free, and let not death his windpipe stop.
But Exeter hath giuen the doome of death,
For packs of pettie price:
Therefore go speake, the Duke will heare thy voyce,
And let not Bardolfes vitall threed be cut,
With edge of penny cord, and vile approach.
Speake Captaine for his life, and I will thee requite.
Sp177Flew.
Certainly Antient Pistol, tis not a thing to reioyce at,
For if he were my owne brother, I would wish the Duke
To do his pleasure, and put him to executions: for look you,
Disciplines ought to be kept, they ought to be kept.
For if he were my owne brother, I would wish the Duke
To do his pleasure, and put him to executions: for look you,
Disciplines ought to be kept, they ought to be kept.
Exit Pistoll.
Sp185Flew.
By Iesus hee is vtter as praue words vpon the bridge
As you shall desire to see in a sommers day, but its all one,
What he hath sed to me, looke you, is all one.
As you shall desire to see in a sommers day, but its all one,
What he hath sed to me, looke you, is all one.
Sp186Go.
D
Will
Why this is a gull, a foole, a rogue that goes to the wars
Only to grace himselfe at his returne to London:
And such fellowes as he,
Are perfect in great Commaunders names.
They will learne by rote where seruices were done,
At such and such a sconce, at such a breach,
At such a conuoy: who came off brauely, who was shot,
Who disgraced, what termes the enemie stood on.
And this they con perfectly in phrase of warre,
Which they trick vp with new tuned oathes, & what a berd
Of the Generalls cut, and a horid shout of the campe
Only to grace himselfe at his returne to London:
And such fellowes as he,
Are perfect in great Commaunders names.
They will learne by rote where seruices were done,
At such and such a sconce, at such a breach,
At such a conuoy: who came off brauely, who was shot,
Who disgraced, what termes the enemie stood on.
And this they con perfectly in phrase of warre,
Which they trick vp with new tuned oathes, & what a berd
Of the Generalls cut, and a horid shout of the campe
Will do among the foming bottles and alewasht wits
Is wonderfull to be thought on: but you must learne
To know such slaunders of this age,
Or else you may maruellously be mistooke.
Sp187Flew.
Certain captain Gower, it is not the man, looke you,
That I did take him to be: but when time shall serue,
I shall tell him a litle of my desires: here comes his Maiestie.
That I did take him to be: but when time shall serue,
I shall tell him a litle of my desires: here comes his Maiestie.
Fnter King, Clarence, Gloster and others.
Sp191Flew.
And it shall please your Maiestie,
The partition of the aduersarie hath bene great,
Very reasonably great: but for our own parts, like you now,
I thinke we haue lost neuer a man, vnlesse it be one
For robbing of a church, one Bardolfe, if your Maiestie
Know the man, his face is full of whelkes and knubs,
And pumples, and his breath blowes at his nose
Like a cole, sometimes red, sometimes plew:
But god be praised, now his nose is executed, & his fire out.
The partition of the aduersarie hath bene great,
Very reasonably great: but for our own parts, like you now,
I thinke we haue lost neuer a man, vnlesse it be one
For robbing of a church, one Bardolfe, if your Maiestie
Know the man, his face is full of whelkes and knubs,
And pumples, and his breath blowes at his nose
Like a cole, sometimes red, sometimes plew:
But god be praised, now his nose is executed, & his fire out.
Sp192King.
We would haue all offenders so cut off,
And we here giue expresse commaundment,
That there be nothing taken from the villages but paid for,
None of the French abused,
Or abraided with disdainfull language:
For when cruelty and lenitie play for a Kingdome,
The gentlest gamester is the sooner winner.
And we here giue expresse commaundment,
That there be nothing taken from the villages but paid for,
None of the French abused,
Or abraided with disdainfull language:
For when cruelty and lenitie play for a Kingdome,
The gentlest gamester is the sooner winner.
Enter French Herauld.
Sp197Heral.
Altho
Go thee vnto Harry of England, and tell him,
Aduantage is a better souldier then rashnesse:
Aduantage is a better souldier then rashnesse:
Altho we did seeme dead, we did but slumber.
Now we speake vpon our kue, and our voyce is imperiall,
England shall repent her folly: see her rashnesse,
And admire our sufferance. Which to raunsome,
His pettinesse would bow vnder:
For the effusion of our blood, his army is too weake:
For the disgrace we have borne, himselfe
Kneeling at our feete, a weake and worthlesse satisfaction.
To this, adde defyance. So much from the king my maister.
Sp200King.
D2
Nor
Thou dost thy office faire, returne thee backe,
And tell thy King, I do not seeke him now:
But could be well content, without impeach,
To march on to Callis: for to say the sooth,
Though tis no wisdome to confesse so much
Vnto an enemie of craft and vantage.
My souldiers are with sicknesse much infeebled,
My Army lessoned, and those fewe I haue,
Almost no better then so many French:
Who when they were in heart, I tell thee Herauld,
I thought vpon one paire of English legges,
Did march three French mens.
Yet forgiue me God, that I do brag thus:
This your heire of France hath blowne this vice in me.
I must repent, go tell thy maister here I am,
My raunsome is this frayle and worthlesse body,
My Army but a weake and sickly guarde.
Yet God before, we will come on,
If France and such an other neighbour stood in our way:
If we may passe, we will: if we be hindered,
We shal your tawny ground with your red blood discolour.
So Montioy get you gone, there is for your paines:
The sum of all our answere is but this,
We would not seeke a battle as we are:
And tell thy King, I do not seeke him now:
But could be well content, without impeach,
To march on to Callis: for to say the sooth,
Though tis no wisdome to confesse so much
Vnto an enemie of craft and vantage.
My souldiers are with sicknesse much infeebled,
My Army lessoned, and those fewe I haue,
Almost no better then so many French:
Who when they were in heart, I tell thee Herauld,
I thought vpon one paire of English legges,
Did march three French mens.
Yet forgiue me God, that I do brag thus:
This your heire of France hath blowne this vice in me.
I must repent, go tell thy maister here I am,
My raunsome is this frayle and worthlesse body,
My Army but a weake and sickly guarde.
Yet God before, we will come on,
If France and such an other neighbour stood in our way:
If we may passe, we will: if we be hindered,
We shal your tawny ground with your red blood discolour.
So Montioy get you gone, there is for your paines:
The sum of all our answere is but this,
We would not seeke a battle as we are:
Nor as we are, we say we will not shun it.
Sp203King.
We are in Gods hand brother, not in theirs:
To night we will encampe beyond the bridge,
And on to morrow bid them march away.
To night we will encampe beyond the bridge,
And on to morrow bid them march away.
Enter Burbon, Constable, Orleance, Gebon.
Sp206Burbon.
Now you talke of a horse, I haue a steed like the
Palfrey of the sun, nothing but pure ayre and fire,
And hath none of this dull element of earth within him.
Palfrey of the sun, nothing but pure ayre and fire,
And hath none of this dull element of earth within him.
Sp208Bur.
And of the heate, a the Ginger.
Turne all the sands into eloquent tongues,
And my horse is argument for them all:
I once writ a Sonnet in the praise of my horse,
And began thus. Wonder of nature.
Turne all the sands into eloquent tongues,
And my horse is argument for them all:
I once writ a Sonnet in the praise of my horse,
And began thus. Wonder of nature.
Sp210Burb.
Why then did they immitate that
Which I writ in praise of my horse,
For my horse is my mistresse.
Which I writ in praise of my horse,
For my horse is my mistresse.
Sp216Bur.
Con. By
Will it neuer be morning?
Ile ride too morrow a mile,
And my way shalbe paued with English faces.
Ile ride too morrow a mile,
And my way shalbe paued with English faces.
Enter a Messenger.
Sp239Con.
Exit omnes.
D3
Enter
A valiant man, a. an expert Gentleman.
Come, come away:
The Sun is hie, and we weare out the day.
Come, come away:
The Sun is hie, and we weare out the day.
Enter the King disguised. to him Pistoll.
Sp249Pist.
A lad of life, an impe of fame:
Of parents good, of fist most valiant:
I kis his durtie shoe: and from my hart strings
I love the louely bully. What is thy name?
Of parents good, of fist most valiant:
I kis his durtie shoe: and from my hart strings
I love the louely bully. What is thy name?
Exit Pistoll.
Enter Gower and Flewellen.
Sp261Flew.
But
In the name of Iesu speake lewer.
It is the greatest folly in the worell, when the auncient
Prerogatiues of the warres be not kept.
I warrant you, if you looke into the warres of the Romanes,
You shall finde no tittle tattle, nor bible bable there:
It is the greatest folly in the worell, when the auncient
Prerogatiues of the warres be not kept.
I warrant you, if you looke into the warres of the Romanes,
You shall finde no tittle tattle, nor bible bable there:
But you shall finde the cares, and the feares,
And the ceremonies, to be otherwise.
Sp263Flew.
Godes sollud, if the enemy be an Asse & a Foole,
And a prating cocks-come, is it meet that we be also a foole,
And a prating cocks-come, in your conscience now?
And a prating cocks-come, is it meet that we be also a foole,
And a prating cocks-come, in your conscience now?
Exit Gower, and Flewellen.
Enter three Souldiers.
Sp2693. Soul.
Well I thinke the king could wish himselfe
Vp to the necke in the middle of the Thames,
And so I would he were, at all aduentures, and I with him.
Vp to the necke in the middle of the Thames,
And so I would he were, at all aduentures, and I with him.
Sp274Kin.
Nay say not so, he is a man as we are.
The Violet smels to him as to vs:
Therefore if he see reasons, he feares as we do.
The Violet smels to him as to vs:
Therefore if he see reasons, he feares as we do.
Sp2752. Sol.
Now
But the king hath a heauy reckoning to make,
If his cause be not good: when all those soules
Whose bodies shall be slaughtered here,
Shall ioyne together at the latter day,
And say I dyed at such a place. Some swearing:
Some their wiues rawly left:
Some leauing their children poore behind them.
If his cause be not good: when all those soules
Whose bodies shall be slaughtered here,
Shall ioyne together at the latter day,
And say I dyed at such a place. Some swearing:
Some their wiues rawly left:
Some leauing their children poore behind them.
Now if his cause be bad, I think it will be a greeuous matter (to him.
Sp276King.
Why so you may say, if a man send his seruant
As Factor into another Countrey,
And he by any meanes miscarry,
You may say the businesse of the maister,
Was the author of his seruants misfortune.
Or if a sonne be imployd by his father,
And he fall into any leaud action, you may say the father
Was the author of his sonnes damnation.
But the master is not to answere for his seruants,
The father for his sonne, nor the king for his subiects:
For they purpose not their deaths, whēwhen they craue their ser- (uices:
Some there are that haue the gift of premeditated
Murder on them:
Others the broken seale of Forgery, in beguiling maydens.
Now if these outstrip the lawe,
Yet they cannot excape Gods punishment.
War is Gods Beadel. War is Gods vengeance:
Euery mans seruice is the kings:
But euery mans soule is his owne.
Therfore I would haue euery soldier examine himselfe,
And wash euery moath out of his conscience:
That in so doing, he may be the readier for death:
Or not dying, why the time was well spent,
Wherein such preparation was made.
As Factor into another Countrey,
And he by any meanes miscarry,
You may say the businesse of the maister,
Was the author of his seruants misfortune.
Or if a sonne be imployd by his father,
And he fall into any leaud action, you may say the father
Was the author of his sonnes damnation.
But the master is not to answere for his seruants,
The father for his sonne, nor the king for his subiects:
For they purpose not their deaths, whēwhen they craue their ser- (uices:
Some there are that haue the gift of premeditated
Murder on them:
Others the broken seale of Forgery, in beguiling maydens.
Now if these outstrip the lawe,
Yet they cannot excape Gods punishment.
War is Gods Beadel. War is Gods vengeance:
Euery mans seruice is the kings:
But euery mans soule is his owne.
Therfore I would haue euery soldier examine himselfe,
And wash euery moath out of his conscience:
That in so doing, he may be the readier for death:
Or not dying, why the time was well spent,
Wherein such preparation was made.
Sp2773. Lord.
Yfaith he saies true:
Euery mans fault on his owne head,
I would not haue the king answere for me.
Yet I intend to fight lustily for him.
Euery mans fault on his owne head,
I would not haue the king answere for me.
Yet I intend to fight lustily for him.
Sp2792. L.
I he said so, to make vs fight:
But when our throates be cut, he may be ransomde,
And we neuer the wiser.
But when our throates be cut, he may be ransomde,
And we neuer the wiser.
2. Lord.
Sp2812. Sol.
Mas youle pay him then, tis a great displeasure
That an elder gun, can do against a cannon,
Or a subiect against a monarke.
Youle nere take his word again, your a nasse goe.
That an elder gun, can do against a cannon,
Or a subiect against a monarke.
Youle nere take his word again, your a nasse goe.
Sp2883. Sol.
Be friends you fooles,
We haue French quarrels anow in hand:
We haue no need of English broyles.
We haue French quarrels anow in hand:
We haue no need of English broyles.
Exit the souldiers.
Enter the King, Gloster, Epingam, and
Attendants.
Sp290K.
E
Which
O God of battels steele my souldiers harts,
Take from them now the sence of rekconing,
That the apposed multitudes which stand before them,
May not appall their courage.
O not to day, not to day ô God,
Thinke on the fault my father made,
In compassing the crowne.
I Richards bodie haue interred new,
And on it hath bestowd more contrite teares,
Then from it issued forced drops of blood:
A hundred men haue I in yearly pay,
Take from them now the sence of rekconing,
That the apposed multitudes which stand before them,
May not appall their courage.
O not to day, not to day ô God,
Thinke on the fault my father made,
In compassing the crowne.
I Richards bodie haue interred new,
And on it hath bestowd more contrite teares,
Then from it issued forced drops of blood:
A hundred men haue I in yearly pay,
Which euery day their withered hands hold vp
To heauen to pardon blood,
And I haue built two chanceries, more wil I do:
Tho all that I can do, is all too litle.
Enter Gloster.
Sp294King.
Stay Gloster, stay, and I will go with thee,
The day my friends, and all things stayes for me.
The day my friends, and all things stayes for me.
Enter Clarence, Gloster, Exeter, and Salisburie.
Sp298Sal.
The oddes is all too great. Farewell kind Lords:
Braue Clarence, and my Lord of Gloster,
My Lord of Warwicke, and to all farewell.
Braue Clarence, and my Lord of Gloster,
My Lord of Warwicke, and to all farewell.
Sp299Clar.
Farewell kind Lord, fight valiantly to day,
And yet in truth, I do thee wrong,
For thou art made on the rrue sparkes of honour.
And yet in truth, I do thee wrong,
For thou art made on the rrue sparkes of honour.
Enter King.
Sp301King.
We
Whose that, that wishes so, my Cousen Warwick?
Gods will, I would not loose the honour
One man would share from me,
Not for my Kingdome.
No faith my Cousen, wish not one man more,
Rather proclaime it presently through our campe,
That he that hath no stomacke to this feast,
Let him depart, his pasport shall bee drawne,
And crownes for conuoy put into his purse,
Gods will, I would not loose the honour
One man would share from me,
Not for my Kingdome.
No faith my Cousen, wish not one man more,
Rather proclaime it presently through our campe,
That he that hath no stomacke to this feast,
Let him depart, his pasport shall bee drawne,
And crownes for conuoy put into his purse,
We would not die in that mans company,
That feares his fellowship to die with vs.
This day is called the day of Cryspin,
He that outliues this day, and sees old age,
Shall stand a tiptoe when this day is named,
And rowse him at the name of Cryspin.
He that outliues this day, and comes safe home,
Shall yearely on the vygill feast his friends,
And say, to morrow is S. Cryspines day:
Then shall we in their flowing bowles
Be newly remembred. Harry the King,
Bedford and Exeter, Clarence and Gloster,
Warwick and Yorke.
Familiar in their mouthes as houshold words.
This story shall the good man tell his sonne,
And from this day, vnto the generall doome:
But we in it shall be remembred.
We fewe, we happie fewe, we bond of brothers,
For he to day that sheads his blood by mine,
Shalbe my brother: be he nere so base,
This day shall gentle his condition.
Then shall he strip his sleeues, and shew his skars
And say, these wounds I had on Crispines day:
And Gentlemen in England now a bed,
Shall thinke themselues accurst,
And hold their manhood cheape,
While any speake that fought with vs
Vpon Saint Crispines day.
Sp306War.
E2
King. Why
Gods will my Liege, would you and I alone,
Without more helpe, might fight this battle out.
Without more helpe, might fight this battle out.
Sp307
Why well said. That doth please me better,
Then to wish me one. You know your charge,
God be with you all.
Then to wish me one. You know your charge,
God be with you all.
Enter the Herald from the French.
Sp311Kin.
Saue
I prethy beare my former answer backe:
Bid them atchieue me, and then sell my bones.
Good God, why should they mock good fellows (thus?
The man that once did sell the Lions skin,
While the beast liued, was kild with hunting him.
A many of our bodies shall no doubt
Finde graues within your realme of France:
Tho buried in your dunghils, we shalbe famed,
For there the Sun shall greete them,
And draw vp their honors reaking vp to heauen,
Leauing their earthly parts to choke your clyme:
The smel wherof, shall breed a plague in France:
Marke then abundant valour in our English,
That being dead, like to the bullets crasing,
Breakes forth into a second course of mischiefe,
Killing in relaps of mortalitie:
Let me speake proudly,
Ther’s not a peece of feather in our campe,
Good argument I hope we shall not flye:
And time hath worne vs into slouendry.
But by the mas, our hearts are in the trim,
And my poore souldiers tel me, yet ere night
Thayle be in fresher robes, or they will plucke
The gay new cloathes ore your French souldiers eares,
And turne them out of seruice. If they do this,
As if it please God they shall,
Then shall our ransome soone be leuied.
Bid them atchieue me, and then sell my bones.
Good God, why should they mock good fellows (thus?
The man that once did sell the Lions skin,
While the beast liued, was kild with hunting him.
A many of our bodies shall no doubt
Finde graues within your realme of France:
Tho buried in your dunghils, we shalbe famed,
For there the Sun shall greete them,
And draw vp their honors reaking vp to heauen,
Leauing their earthly parts to choke your clyme:
The smel wherof, shall breed a plague in France:
Marke then abundant valour in our English,
That being dead, like to the bullets crasing,
Breakes forth into a second course of mischiefe,
Killing in relaps of mortalitie:
Let me speake proudly,
Ther’s not a peece of feather in our campe,
Good argument I hope we shall not flye:
And time hath worne vs into slouendry.
But by the mas, our hearts are in the trim,
And my poore souldiers tel me, yet ere night
Thayle be in fresher robes, or they will plucke
The gay new cloathes ore your French souldiers eares,
And turne them out of seruice. If they do this,
As if it please God they shall,
Then shall our ransome soone be leuied.
Saue thou thy labour Herauld:
Come thou no more for ransom, gentle Herauld.
They shal haue nought I sweare, but these my bones:
Which if they haue, as I wil leave am them,
Will yeeld them litle, tell the Constable.
Exit Herauld.
Exit.
Enter the foure French Lords.
Sp319Con.
We are inough yet liuing in the field,
To smother vp the English,
If any order might be thought vpon.
To smother vp the English,
If any order might be thought vpon.
Sp320Bur.
A plague of order, once more to the field,
And he that will not follow Burbon now,
Let him go home, and with his cap in hand,
Like a bace leno hold the chamber doore,
Why least by a slaue no gentler then my dog,
His fairest daughter is contamuracke.
And he that will not follow Burbon now,
Let him go home, and with his cap in hand,
Like a bace leno hold the chamber doore,
Why least by a slaue no gentler then my dog,
His fairest daughter is contamuracke.
Sp321Con.
Disorder that hath spoyld vs, right vs now,
Come we in heapes, weele offer vp our liues
Vnto these English, or else die with fame.
Come, come along,
Lets dye with honour, our shame doth last too long.
Come we in heapes, weele offer vp our liues
Vnto these English, or else die with fame.
Come, come along,
Lets dye with honour, our shame doth last too long.
Exit omnes. E3 Enter
Enter Pistoll, the French man, and the Boy.
Sp332Pist.
Ony e ma foy couple la gorge.
Vnlesse thou giue to me egregious raunsome, dye.
One poynt of a foxe.
Vnlesse thou giue to me egregious raunsome, dye.
One poynt of a foxe.
Sp334
Ill ditye si vou ny vouly pa domy luy.
Sp336French.
O Iee vous en pri pettit gentelhome, parle
A cee, gran capataine, pour auez mercie
A moy, ey Iee donerees pour mon ransome
Cinquante ocios. Ie suyes vn gentelhome de France.
A cee, gran capataine, pour auez mercie
A moy, ey Iee donerees pour mon ransome
Cinquante ocios. Ie suyes vn gentelhome de France.
Sp338Boy.
Marry sir he sayes, he is a Gentleman of a great
House, of France: and for his ransome,
He will giue you 500. crownes.
House, of France: and for his ransome,
He will giue you 500. crownes.
Sp339Pist.
My fury shall abate,
And I the Crownes will take.
And as I suck blood, I will some mercie shew.
Follow me cur.
And I the Crownes will take.
And as I suck blood, I will some mercie shew.
Follow me cur.
Exit omnes.
Enter the King and his Nobles, Pistoll.
Yet
Yet all is not done, yet keepe the French the field.
Sp342King.
Liues he good Vncle, twise I sawe him downe,
Twise vp againe:
From helmet to the spurre, all bleeding ore.
Twise vp againe:
From helmet to the spurre, all bleeding ore.
Sp343Exe.
In which aray, braue souldier doth he lye,
Larding the plaines and by his bloody side,
Yoake fellow to his honour dying wounds,
The noble Earle of Suffolke also lyes.
Suffolke first dyde, and Yorke all hasted ore,
Comes to him where in blood he lay steept,
And takes him by the beard, kisses the gashes
That bloodily did yane vpon his face,
And cryde aloud, tary deare cousin Suffolke:
My soule shall thine keep company in heauen:
Tary deare soule awhile, then flie to rest:
And in this glorious and well foughten field,
We kept togither in our chiualdry.
Vpon these words I came and cheerd them vp,
He tooke me by the hand, said deare my Lord,
Commend my seruice to my soueraigne.
So did he turne, and ouer Suffolkes necke
He threw his wounded arme, and so espoused to death,
With blood he sealed. An argument
Of neuer ending loue. The pretie and sweet maner of it,
Forst those waters from me, which I would haue stopt,
But I not so much of man in me,
But all my mother came into my eyes,
And gaue me vp to teares.
Larding the plaines and by his bloody side,
Yoake fellow to his honour dying wounds,
The noble Earle of Suffolke also lyes.
Suffolke first dyde, and Yorke all hasted ore,
Comes to him where in blood he lay steept,
And takes him by the beard, kisses the gashes
That bloodily did yane vpon his face,
And cryde aloud, tary deare cousin Suffolke:
My soule shall thine keep company in heauen:
Tary deare soule awhile, then flie to rest:
And in this glorious and well foughten field,
We kept togither in our chiualdry.
Vpon these words I came and cheerd them vp,
He tooke me by the hand, said deare my Lord,
Commend my seruice to my soueraigne.
So did he turne, and ouer Suffolkes necke
He threw his wounded arme, and so espoused to death,
With blood he sealed. An argument
Of neuer ending loue. The pretie and sweet maner of it,
Forst those waters from me, which I would haue stopt,
But I not so much of man in me,
But all my mother came into my eyes,
And gaue me vp to teares.
Sp344Kin.
I blame you not: for hearing you,
I must conuert to teares.
Alarum soundes.
What new alarum is this?
Bid euery souldier kill his prisoner.
I must conuert to teares.
Alarum soundes.
What new alarum is this?
Bid euery souldier kill his prisoner.
Exit omnes. Enter
Enter Flewellen, and Captaine Gower.
Sp346Flew.
Godes plud kil the boyes and the lugyge,
Tis the arrants peece of knauery as can be desired,
In the worell now, in your conscience now.
Tis the arrants peece of knauery as can be desired,
In the worell now, in your conscience now.
Sp347Gour.
Tis certaine, there is not a Boy left aliue,
And the cowerdly rascals that ran from the battell,
Themselues haue done this slaughter:
Beside, they haue carried away and burnt,
All that was in the kings Tent:
Whervpon the king caused euery prisoners
Throat to be cut. O he is a worthy king.
And the cowerdly rascals that ran from the battell,
Themselues haue done this slaughter:
Beside, they haue carried away and burnt,
All that was in the kings Tent:
Whervpon the king caused euery prisoners
Throat to be cut. O he is a worthy king.
Sp348Flew.
I he was born at Monmorth.
Captain Gower, what call you the place where
Alexander the big was borne?
Captain Gower, what call you the place where
Alexander the big was borne?
Sp350Flew.
Why I pray, is nat big great?
As if I say, big or great, or magnanimous,
I hope it is all one reconing,
Saue the frase is a litle varation.
As if I say, big or great, or magnanimous,
I hope it is all one reconing,
Saue the frase is a litle varation.
Sp351Gour.
I thinke Alexander the great
Was borne at Macedon.
His father was called Philip of Macedon,
As I take it.
Was borne at Macedon.
His father was called Philip of Macedon,
As I take it.
Sp352Flew.
You
I thinke it was Macedon indeed where Alexander
Was borne: looke you captaine Gower,
And if you looke into the mappes of the worell well,
You shall finde litle difference betweene
Macedon and Monmorth. Looke you, there is
A Riuer in Macedon, and there is also a Riuer
In Monmorth, the Riuers name at Monmorth,
Is called Wye.
But tis out of my braine, what is the name of the other:
But tis all one, tis so like, as my fingers is to my fingers,
And there is Samons in both.
Looke you captaine Gower, and you marke it,
Was borne: looke you captaine Gower,
And if you looke into the mappes of the worell well,
You shall finde litle difference betweene
Macedon and Monmorth. Looke you, there is
A Riuer in Macedon, and there is also a Riuer
In Monmorth, the Riuers name at Monmorth,
Is called Wye.
But tis out of my braine, what is the name of the other:
But tis all one, tis so like, as my fingers is to my fingers,
And there is Samons in both.
Looke you captaine Gower, and you marke it,
You shall finde our King is come after Alexander.
God knowes, and you know, that Alexander in his
Bowles, and his alles, and his wrath, and his displeasures,
And indignations, was kill his friend Clitus.
Sp354Flew.
Looke you, tis not well done to take the tale out
Of a mans mouth, ere it is made an end and finished:
I speake in the comparisons, as Alexander is kill
His friend Clitus: so our King being in his ripe
Wits and iudgements, is turne away, the fat knite
With the great belly doublet: I am forget his name.
Of a mans mouth, ere it is made an end and finished:
I speake in the comparisons, as Alexander is kill
His friend Clitus: so our King being in his ripe
Wits and iudgements, is turne away, the fat knite
With the great belly doublet: I am forget his name.
Sp356Flew.
I, I thinke it is Sir Iohn Falstaffe indeed,
I can tell you, theres good men borne at Monmorth.
I can tell you, theres good men borne at Monmorth.
Enter King and the Lords.
Sp357King.
I was not angry since I came into France,
Vntill this houre.
Take a trumpet Herauld,
And ride vnto the horsmen on yon hill:
If they will fight with vs bid them come downe,
Or leaue the field, they do offend our sight:
Will they do neither, we will come to them,
And make them skyr away, as fast
As stones enforst from the old Assirian slings.
Besides, weele cut the throats of those we haue,
And not one aliue shall taste our mercy.
Enter the Herauld.
Gods will what meanes this? knowst thou not
That we haue fined these bones of ours for ransome?
Vntill this houre.
Take a trumpet Herauld,
And ride vnto the horsmen on yon hill:
If they will fight with vs bid them come downe,
Or leaue the field, they do offend our sight:
Will they do neither, we will come to them,
And make them skyr away, as fast
As stones enforst from the old Assirian slings.
Besides, weele cut the throats of those we haue,
And not one aliue shall taste our mercy.
Enter the Herauld.
Gods will what meanes this? knowst thou not
That we haue fined these bones of ours for ransome?
Sp358Herald.
I come great king for charitable fauour,
To sort our Nobles from our common men,
We may haue leaue to bury all our dead,
Which in the field lye spoyled and troden on.
To sort our Nobles from our common men,
We may haue leaue to bury all our dead,
Which in the field lye spoyled and troden on.
F The
The day be ours or no:
For yet a many of your French do keep the field.
Sp364Flew.
Your grandfather of famous memorie,
If your grace be remembred,
Is do good seruice in France.
If your grace be remembred,
Is do good seruice in France.
Sp366Flew.
Your Maiestie sayes verie true.
And it please your Maiestie,
The Wealchmen there was do good seruice,
In a garden where Leekes did grow.
And I thinke your Maiestie wil take no scorne,
To weare a Leake in your cap vpon S. Dauies day.
And it please your Maiestie,
The Wealchmen there was do good seruice,
In a garden where Leekes did grow.
And I thinke your Maiestie wil take no scorne,
To weare a Leake in your cap vpon S. Dauies day.
Sp368Flew.
All the water in Wye wil not wash your wealch
Blood out of you, God keep it, and preserue it,
To his graces will and pleasure.
Blood out of you, God keep it, and preserue it,
To his graces will and pleasure.
Sp370Flew.
By Iesus I am your Maiesties countryman:
I care not who know it, so long as your maiesty is an honest (man.
I care not who know it, so long as your maiesty is an honest (man.
Sp371K.
God keep me so. Our Herald go with him,
And bring vs the number of the scattred French.
Exit Heralds.
Call yonder souldier hither.
And bring vs the number of the scattred French.
Exit Heralds.
Call yonder souldier hither.
Sp374Soul.
So
And please your maiestie, tis a rascals that swagard
With me the other day: and he hath one of mine,
Which if euer I see, I haue sworne to strike him.
With me the other day: and he hath one of mine,
Which if euer I see, I haue sworne to strike him.
So hath he sworne the like to me.
Sp376Fl.
And it please your majesty, tis lawful he keep his vow.
If he be periur’d once, he is as arrant a beggerly knaue,
As treads vpon too blacke shues.
If he be periur’d once, he is as arrant a beggerly knaue,
As treads vpon too blacke shues.
Sp378Flew.
And if he be as good a gentleman as Lucifer
And Belzebub, and the diuel himselfe,
Tis meete he keepe his vowe.
And Belzebub, and the diuel himselfe,
Tis meete he keepe his vowe.
Exit souldier.
Sp384Kin.
Captain Flewellen, when Alonson and I was
Downe together, I tooke this gloue off from his helmet,
Here Flewellen, weare it. If any do challenge it,
He is a friend of Alonsons,
And an enemy to mee.
Downe together, I tooke this gloue off from his helmet,
Here Flewellen, weare it. If any do challenge it,
He is a friend of Alonsons,
And an enemy to mee.
Sp385Fle.
Your maiestie doth me as great a fauour
As can be desired in the harts of his subiects.
I would see that man now that should chalenge this gloue:
And it please God of his grace. I would but see him,
That is all.
As can be desired in the harts of his subiects.
I would see that man now that should chalenge this gloue:
And it please God of his grace. I would but see him,
That is all.
F2 It
It may be there will be harme betweene them,
For I do know Flewellen valiant,
And being toucht, as hot as gunpowder:
And quickly will returne an iniury.
Go see there be no harme betweene them.
Enter Gower, Flewellen, and the Souldier.
Sp391Flew.
Captain Gower, in the name of Iesu,
Come to his Maiestie, there is more good toward you,
Then you can dreame off.
Come to his Maiestie, there is more good toward you,
Then you can dreame off.
He strikes him.
Enter the King, Warwicke, Clarence, and Exeter.
Sp397Flew.
And it shall please your Maiestie,
Here is the notablest peece of treason come to light,
As you shall desire to see in a sommers day.
Here is a rascall, beggerly rascall, is strike the gloue,
Which your Maiestie tooke out of the helmet of Alonson:
And your Maiestie will beare me witnes, and testimony,
And auouchments, that this is the gloue.
Here is the notablest peece of treason come to light,
As you shall desire to see in a sommers day.
Here is a rascall, beggerly rascall, is strike the gloue,
Which your Maiestie tooke out of the helmet of Alonson:
And your Maiestie will beare me witnes, and testimony,
And auouchments, that this is the gloue.
Sp398Soul.
And it please your Maiestie, that was my gloue.
He that I gaue it too in the night,
Promised me to weare it in his hat:
I promised to strike him if he did.
I met that Gentleman, with my gloue in his hat,
And I thinke I haue bene as good as my word.
He that I gaue it too in the night,
Promised me to weare it in his hat:
I promised to strike him if he did.
I met that Gentleman, with my gloue in his hat,
And I thinke I haue bene as good as my word.
Sp400Kin.
And
Let me see thy gloue. Looke you,
This is the fellow of it.
It was I indeed you promised to strike.
This is the fellow of it.
It was I indeed you promised to strike.
And thou thou hast giuen me most bitter words.
How canst thou make vs amends?
Sp402Soul.
My Liege, all offences come from the heart:
Neuer came any from mine to offend your Maiestie.
You appeard to me as a common man:
Witnesse the night, your garments, your lowlinesse,
And whatsoeuer you receiued vnder that habit,
I beseech your Maiestie impute it to your owne fault
And not mine. For your selfe came not like your selfe:
Had you bene as you seemed, I had made no offence.
Therefore I beseech your grace to pardon me.
Neuer came any from mine to offend your Maiestie.
You appeard to me as a common man:
Witnesse the night, your garments, your lowlinesse,
And whatsoeuer you receiued vnder that habit,
I beseech your Maiestie impute it to your owne fault
And not mine. For your selfe came not like your selfe:
Had you bene as you seemed, I had made no offence.
Therefore I beseech your grace to pardon me.
Sp403Kin.
Vnckle, fill the gloue with crownes,
And giue it to the souldier. Weare it fellow,
As an honour in thy cap, till I do challenge it.
Giue him the crownes. Come Captaine Flewellen,
I must needs haue you friends.
And giue it to the souldier. Weare it fellow,
As an honour in thy cap, till I do challenge it.
Giue him the crownes. Come Captaine Flewellen,
I must needs haue you friends.
Sp404Flew.
By Iesus, the fellow hath mettall enough
In his belly. Harke you souldier, there is a shilling for you,
And keep your selfe out of brawles & brables, & dissentiōsdissentions,
And looke you, it shall be the better for you.
In his belly. Harke you souldier, there is a shilling for you,
And keep your selfe out of brawles & brables, & dissentiōsdissentions,
And looke you, it shall be the better for you.
Sp406Flew.
Why tis a good shilling man.
Why should you be queamish? Your shoes are not so good:
It will serue you to mend your shoes.
Why should you be queamish? Your shoes are not so good:
It will serue you to mend your shoes.
Sp408Exe.
F3
Charles
Charles Duke of Orleance, Nephew to the King.
Iohn Duke of Burbon, and Lord Bowchquall.
Of other Lords and Barrons, Knights and Squiers,
Full fifteene hundred, besides common men.
This note doth tell me of ten thousand
French, that in the field lyes slaine.
Of Nobles bearing banners in the field,
Iohn Duke of Burbon, and Lord Bowchquall.
Of other Lords and Barrons, Knights and Squiers,
Full fifteene hundred, besides common men.
This note doth tell me of ten thousand
French, that in the field lyes slaine.
Of Nobles bearing banners in the field,
Charles de le Brute, hie Constable of France.
Iaques of Chattillian, Admirall of France.
The Maister of the crosbows, Iohn Duke AlōsonAlonson.
Lord Ranbieres, hie Maister of France.
The braue sir Gwigzard, Dolphin. Of Nobelle Charillas,
Gran Prie, and Rosse, Fawconbridge and Foy.
Gerard and Verton. Vandemant and Lestra.
Here was a royall fellowship of death.
Where is the number of our English dead?
Edward the Duke of Yorke, the Earle of Suffolke,
Sir Richard Ketly, Dauy Gam Esquier:
And of all other, but fiue and twentie.
O God thy arme was here,
And vnto thee alone, ascribe we praise.
When without strategem,
And in euen shock of battle, was euer heard
So great, and litle losse, on one part and an other.
Take it God, for it is onely thine.
Sp410King.
Come let vs go on procession through the camp:
Let it be death proclaimed to any man,
To boast hereof, or take the praise from God,
Which is his due.
Let it be death proclaimed to any man,
To boast hereof, or take the praise from God,
Which is his due.
Sp414King.
Let there be sung, NououesNonoues and te Deum.
The dead with charitie enterred in clay:
Weele then to Calice, and to England then,
Where nere from France, arriude more happier men.
The dead with charitie enterred in clay:
Weele then to Calice, and to England then,
Where nere from France, arriude more happier men.
Exit omnes.
Enter Gower, and Flewellen.
Saint
Saint Dauies day is past?
Sp416Flew.
There is occasion Captaine Gower,
Looke you why, and wherefore,
The other day looke you, Pistolles
Which you know is a man of no merites
In the worell, is come where I was the other day,
And brings bread and sault, and bids me
Eate my Leeke: twas in a place, looke you,
Where I could moue no discentions:
But if I can see him, I shall tell him,
A litle of my desires.
Looke you why, and wherefore,
The other day looke you, Pistolles
Which you know is a man of no merites
In the worell, is come where I was the other day,
And brings bread and sault, and bids me
Eate my Leeke: twas in a place, looke you,
Where I could moue no discentions:
But if I can see him, I shall tell him,
A litle of my desires.
Enter Pistoll.
Sp418Flew.
Tis no matter for his swelling, and his turkecocks,
God plesse you Antient Pistoll, you scall,
Beggerly, lowsie knaue, God plesse you.
God plesse you Antient Pistoll, you scall,
Beggerly, lowsie knaue, God plesse you.
Sp419Pist.
Ha, art thou bedlem?
Dost thou thurst base Troyan,
To haue me folde vp Parcas fatall web?
Hence, I am qualmish at the smell of Leeke.
Dost thou thurst base Troyan,
To haue me folde vp Parcas fatall web?
Hence, I am qualmish at the smell of Leeke.
Sp420Flew.
Antient Pistoll. I would desire you because
It doth not agree with your stomacke, and your appetite,
And your digestions, to eate this Leeke.
It doth not agree with your stomacke, and your appetite,
And your digestions, to eate this Leeke.
He strikes him.
Sp426Flew.
Astonisht him, by Iesu, Ile beate his head
Foure dayes, and foure nights, but Ile
Make him eate some part of my Leeke.
Foure dayes, and foure nights, but Ile
Make him eate some part of my Leeke.
Flew. I
Sp430Flew.
I Leekes are good, Antient Pistoll.
There is a shilling for you to heale your bloody coxkome.
There is a shilling for you to heale your bloody coxkome.
Sp434Flew.
If I owe you any thing, ile pay you in cudgels,
You shalbe a woodmonger,
And by cudgels, God bwy you,
Antient Pistoll, God blesse you,
And heale your broken pate.
Antient Pistoll, if you see Leekes an other time,
Mocke at them, that is all: God bwy you.
You shalbe a woodmonger,
And by cudgels, God bwy you,
Antient Pistoll, God blesse you,
And heale your broken pate.
Antient Pistoll, if you see Leekes an other time,
Mocke at them, that is all: God bwy you.
Exit Flewellen.
Sp435Pist.
All hell shall stir for this.
Doth Fortune play the huswye with me now?
Is honour cudgeld from my warlike lines?
Well France farwell, newes haue I certainly
That Doll is sicke. One mallydie of France,
The warres affordeth nought, home will I trug.
Bawd will I turne, and vse the slyte of hand:
To England will I steale,
And there Ile steale.
And patches will I get vnto these skarres,
And sweare I gat them in the Gallia warres.
Doth Fortune play the huswye with me now?
Is honour cudgeld from my warlike lines?
Well France farwell, newes haue I certainly
That Doll is sicke. One mallydie of France,
The warres affordeth nought, home will I trug.
Bawd will I turne, and vse the slyte of hand:
To England will I steale,
And there Ile steale.
And patches will I get vnto these skarres,
And sweare I gat them in the Gallia warres.
Exit Pistoll.
Enter at one doore, the King of England and his Lords. And at
the other doore, the King of France, Queene Katherine, the
Duke of Burbon, and others.
And
And to our brorher France, Faire time of day.
Faire health vnto our louely cousen Katherine.
And as a branch, and member of this stock:
We do salute you Duke of Burgondie.
Sp437Fran.
Brother of England, right ioyous are we to behold
Your face, so are we Princes English euery one.
Your face, so are we Princes English euery one.
Sp438Duk.
With pardon vnto both your mightines.
Let it not displease you, if I demaund
What rub or bar hath thus far hindred you,
To keepe you from the gentle speech of peace?
Let it not displease you, if I demaund
What rub or bar hath thus far hindred you,
To keepe you from the gentle speech of peace?
Sp439Har.
If Duke of Burgondy, you wold haue peace,
You must buy that peace,
According as we haue drawne our articles.
You must buy that peace,
According as we haue drawne our articles.
Sp440Fran.
We haue but with a cursenary eye,
Oreviewd them pleaseth your Grace,
To let some of your Counsell sit with vs,
We shall returne our peremptory answere.
Oreviewd them pleaseth your Grace,
To let some of your Counsell sit with vs,
We shall returne our peremptory answere.
Sp441Har.
Go Lords, and sit with them,
And bring vs answere backe.
Yet leaue our cousen Katherine here behind.
And bring vs answere backe.
Yet leaue our cousen Katherine here behind.
Exit King and the Lords. Manet, Hrry, Kathe-
rine, and the Gentlewoman.
Sp443Hate.
G
And
Now Kate, you haue a blunt wooer here
Left with you.
If I could win thee at leapfrog,
Or with vawting with my armour on my backe,
Into my saddle,
Without brag be it spoken,
Ide make compare with any.
But leauing that Kate,
If thou takest me now,
Thou shalt haue me at the worst:
Left with you.
If I could win thee at leapfrog,
Or with vawting with my armour on my backe,
Into my saddle,
Without brag be it spoken,
Ide make compare with any.
But leauing that Kate,
If thou takest me now,
Thou shalt haue me at the worst:
And in wearing, thou shalt haue me better and better,
Thou shalt haue a face that is not worth sun-burning.
But doost thou thinke, that thou and I,
Betweene Saint Denis,
And Saint George, shall get a boy,
That shall goe to Constantinople,
And take the great Turke by the beard, ha Kate?
Sp445Harry.
No Kate, tis vnpossible
You should loue the enemie of France:
For Kate, I loue France so well,
That Ile not leaue a Village,
Ile haue it all mine: then Kate,
When France is mine,
And I am yours,
Then France is yours,
And you are mine.
You should loue the enemie of France:
For Kate, I loue France so well,
That Ile not leaue a Village,
Ile haue it all mine: then Kate,
When France is mine,
And I am yours,
Then France is yours,
And you are mine.
Sp447Harry.
No Kate,
Why Ile tell it you in French.
Which will hang vpon my tongue, like a bride
On her new married Husband.
Let me see, Saint Dennis be my speed.
Quan France et mon.
Why Ile tell it you in French.
Which will hang vpon my tongue, like a bride
On her new married Husband.
Let me see, Saint Dennis be my speed.
Quan France et mon.
Sp455Har.
A
Wilt beleeue me Kate? tis easier for me
To conquer the kingdome, thēthen to speak so much
More French.
To conquer the kingdome, thēthen to speak so much
More French.
Sp459Harry.
No, can any of your neighbours tell?
Ile aske them.
Come Kate, I know you loue me.
And soone when you are in your closset,
Youle question this Lady of me.
But I pray thee sweete Kate, vse me mercifully,
Because I loue thee cruelly.
That I shall dye Kate, is sure:
But for thy loue, by the Lord neuer.
What Wench,
A straight backe will growe crooked.
A round eye will growe hollowe.
A great leg will waxe small,
A curld pate proue balde:
But a good heart Kate, is the sun and the moone,
And rather the Sun and not the Moone:
And therefore Kate take me,
Take a souldier: take a souldier,
Take a King.
Therefore tell me Kate, wilt thou haue me?
Ile aske them.
Come Kate, I know you loue me.
And soone when you are in your closset,
Youle question this Lady of me.
But I pray thee sweete Kate, vse me mercifully,
Because I loue thee cruelly.
That I shall dye Kate, is sure:
But for thy loue, by the Lord neuer.
What Wench,
A straight backe will growe crooked.
A round eye will growe hollowe.
A great leg will waxe small,
A curld pate proue balde:
But a good heart Kate, is the sun and the moone,
And rather the Sun and not the Moone:
And therefore Kate take me,
Take a souldier: take a souldier,
Take a King.
Therefore tell me Kate, wilt thou haue me?
Sp461Harry.
Nay it will please him:
Nay it shall please him Kate.
And vpon that condition Kate Ile kisse you.
Nay it shall please him Kate.
And vpon that condition Kate Ile kisse you.
Sp462Ka.
O mon du Ie ne voudroy faire quelke chosse
Pour toute le monde,
Ce ne poynt votree fachion en fouor.
Pour toute le monde,
Ce ne poynt votree fachion en fouor.
G3 Ma
May foy ie oblye, what is to bassie?
Sp465Har.
To kis, to kis. O that tis not the
Fashion in Frannce, for the maydes to kis
Before they are married.
Fashion in Frannce, for the maydes to kis
Before they are married.
Sp467Har.
Well, weele breake that custome.
Therefore Kate patience perforce and yeeld.
Before God Kate, you haue witchcraft
In your kisses:
And may perswade with me more,
Then all the French Councell.
Your father is returned.
Enter the King of France, and
the Lordes.
How now my Lords?
Therefore Kate patience perforce and yeeld.
Before God Kate, you haue witchcraft
In your kisses:
And may perswade with me more,
Then all the French Councell.
Your father is returned.
Enter the King of France, and
the Lordes.
How now my Lords?
Sp468France.
Brother of England,
We haue orered the Articles,
And haue agreed to all that we in sedule had.
We haue orered the Articles,
And haue agreed to all that we in sedule had.
Sp469Exe.
Only he hath not subscribed this,
Where your maiestie demaunds,
That the king of France hauing any occasion
To write for matter of graunt,
Shall name your highnesse, in this forme:
And with this addition in French.
Nostre tresher filz, Henry Roy D’anglaterre,
E heare de France. And thus in Latin:
Preclarissimus filius noster Henricus Rex Anglie,
Et heres Francie.
Where your maiestie demaunds,
That the king of France hauing any occasion
To write for matter of graunt,
Shall name your highnesse, in this forme:
And with this addition in French.
Nostre tresher filz, Henry Roy D’anglaterre,
E heare de France. And thus in Latin:
Preclarissimus filius noster Henricus Rex Anglie,
Et heres Francie.
Sp471Har.
France.
Why then let this among the rest,
Haue his full course: And withall,
Your daughter Katherine in mariage.
Haue his full course: And withall,
Your daughter Katherine in mariage.
Sp472Fran.
This and what else,
Your maiestie shall craue.
God that disposeth all, giue you much ioy.
Your maiestie shall craue.
God that disposeth all, giue you much ioy.
Sp473Har.
Why then faire Katherine,
Come giue me thy hand:
Our mariage will we present solemnise,
And end our hatred by a bond of loue.
Then will I sweare to Kate, and Kate to mee:
And may our vowes once made, vnbroken bee.
Come giue me thy hand:
Our mariage will we present solemnise,
And end our hatred by a bond of loue.
Then will I sweare to Kate, and Kate to mee:
And may our vowes once made, vnbroken bee.
FINIS.
Prosopography
Chris Horne
Donald Bailey
Eric Rasmussen
Eric Rasmussen is Regents Teaching Professor and Foundation Professor of English at
the University of Nevada. He is co-editor with Sir Jonathan Bate of the RSC William Shakespeare Complete Works and general editor, with Paul Werstine, of the New Variorum Shakespeare. He has received the Falstaff Award from PlayShakespeare.com for Best Shakespearean Book of the Year in 2007, 2012, and 2013.
James D. Mardock
James Mardock is Associate Professor of English at the University of Nevada, Associate
General Editor for the Internet Shakespeare Editions, and a dramaturge for the Lake
Tahoe Shakespeare Festival and Reno Little Theater. In addition to editing quarto
and folio Henry V for the ISE, he has published essays on Shakespeare, Ben Jonson, and other Renaissance
literature in The Seventeenth Century, Ben Jonson Journal, Borrowers and Lenders, and contributed to the collections Representing the Plague in Early Modern England (Routledge 2010) and Shakespeare Beyond Doubt (Cambridge 2013). His book Our Scene is London (Routledge 2008) examines Jonsonʼs representation of urban space as an element in
his strategy of self-definition. With Kathryn McPherson, he edited Stages of Engagement (Duquesne 2013), a collection of essays on drama in post-Reformation England, and
he is currently at work on a monograph on Calvinism and metatheatrical awareness in
early modern English drama.
Janelle Jenstad
Janelle Jenstad is a Professor of English at the University of Victoria, Director
of The Map of Early Modern London, and Director of Linked Early Modern Drama Online. With Jennifer Roberts-Smith and Mark Kaethler, she co-edited Shakespeare’s Language in Digital Media: Old Words, New Tools (Routledge). She has edited John Stow’s A Survey of London (1598 text) for MoEML and is currently editing The Merchant of Venice (with Stephen Wittek) and Heywood’s 2 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody for DRE. Her articles have appeared in Digital Humanities Quarterly, Elizabethan Theatre, Early Modern Literary Studies, Shakespeare Bulletin, Renaissance and Reformation, and The Journal of Medieval and Early Modern Studies. She contributed chapters to Approaches to Teaching Othello (MLA); Teaching Early Modern Literature from the Archives (MLA); Institutional Culture in Early Modern England (Brill); Shakespeare, Language, and the Stage (Arden); Performing Maternity in Early Modern England (Ashgate); New Directions in the Geohumanities (Routledge); Early Modern Studies and the Digital Turn (Iter); Placing Names: Enriching and Integrating Gazetteers (Indiana); Making Things and Drawing Boundaries (Minnesota); Rethinking Shakespeare Source Study: Audiences, Authors, and Digital Technologies (Routledge); and Civic Performance: Pageantry and Entertainments in Early Modern London (Routledge). For more details, see janellejenstad.com.
Joey Takeda
Joey Takeda is LEMDO’s Consulting Programmer and Designer, a role he assumed in 2020
after three years as the Lead Developer on LEMDO.
Martin Holmes
Martin Holmes has worked as a developer in the UVicʼs Humanities Computing and Media
Centre for over two decades, and has been involved with dozens of Digital Humanities
projects. He has served on the TEI Technical Council and as Managing Editor of the
Journal of the TEI. He took over from Joey Takeda as lead developer on LEMDO in 2020.
He is a collaborator on the SSHRC Partnership Grant led by Janelle Jenstad.
Michael Best
Michael Best is Professor Emeritus at the University of Victoria, BC. He is the Founding
Editor of the Internet Shakespeare Editions, of which he was the Coordinating Editor
until 2017. In print, he has published editions of works of Elizabethan magic and
huswifery, a collection of letters from the Australian goldfields, and Shakespeare on the Art of Love (2008). He contributed regular columns for the Shakespeare Newsletter on
Electronic Shakespeares,and has written many articles and chapters for both print and online books and journals, principally on questions raised by the new medium in the editing and publication of texts. He has delivered papers and plenary lectures on electronic media and the Internet Shakespeare Editions at conferences in Canada, the USA, the UK, Spain, Australia, and Japan.
Navarra Houldin
Project manager 2022–present. Textual remediator 2021–present. Navarra Houldin (they/them)
completed their BA in History and Spanish at the University of Victoria in 2022. During
their degree, they worked as a teaching assistant with the University of Victoriaʼs
Department of Hispanic and Italian Studies. Their primary research was on gender and
sexuality in early modern Europe and Latin America.
Nicole Vatcher
Technical Documentation Writer, 2020–2022. Nicole Vatcher completed her BA (Hons.)
in English at the University of Victoria in 2021. Her primary research focus was womenʼs
writing in the modernist period.
Rylyn Christensen
Rylyn Christensen is an English major at the University of Victoria.
Thomas Creede
Tracey El Hajj
Junior Programmer 2019–2020. Research Associate 2020–2021. Tracey received her PhD
from the Department of English at the University of Victoria in the field of Science
and Technology Studies. Her research focuses on the algorhythmics of networked communications. She was a 2019–2020 President’s Fellow in Research-Enriched
Teaching at UVic, where she taught an advanced course on
Artificial Intelligence and Everyday Life.Tracey was also a member of the Map of Early Modern London team, between 2018 and 2021. Between 2020 and 2021, she was a fellow in residence at the Praxis Studio for Comparative Media Studies, where she investigated the relationships between artificial intelligence, creativity, health, and justice. As of July 2021, Tracey has moved into the alt-ac world for a term position, while also teaching in the English Department at the University of Victoria.
William Shakespeare
Orgography
Internet Shakespeare Editions (ISE1)
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by Emeritus Professor Michael Best at the University of Victoria. The ISE server was retired in 2018 but a final staticized HTML version of the Internet Shakespeare Editions project is still hosted at UVic.
LEMDO Team (LEMD1)
The LEMDO Team is based at the University of Victoria and normally comprises the project
director, the lead developer, project manager, junior developers(s), remediators,
encoders, and remediating editors.
University of Victoria (UVIC1)
https://www.uvic.ca/Metadata
| Authority title | Henry V, Quarto 1 |
| Type of text | Primary Source Text |
| Publisher | University of Victoria on the Linked Early Modern Drama Online Platform |
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| Source |
Quarto 1, 1600
Old URI: https://internetshakespeare.uvic.ca/doc/H5_Q1/complete
Yale URI: https://orbis.library.yale.edu/vwebv/holdingsInfo?searchId=1615&recCount=50&recPointer=2&bibId=3618031
Facsimile from Beinecke Rare Books and Manuscripts Library, Yale University.
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| Editorial declaration | |
| Edition | Released with LEMDO Editions for Peer Review 0.1.5 |
| Sponsor(s) |
New Internet Shakespeare EditionsThe Coordinating Editors of the NISE are Brett Greatley-Hirsch, Janelle Jenstad, James
Mardock, and Sarah Neville.
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| Encoding description | |
| Document status | draft, peer-reviewed |
| Funder(s) | Social Sciences and Humanities Research Council of Canada Friends of the ISE |
| License/availability |
Intellectual copyright in this edition is held by the editor, James Mardock. The XML files of the semi-diplomatic and modern texts are licensed for reuse under
a CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 license, which means that they are freely downloadable without permission under the following
conditions: (1) credit must be given to the editor, NISE, and LEMDO in any subsequent
use of the files and/or data; (2) derivatives (e.g., adapted scripts for performance)
must be shared under the same CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 license; and (3) commercial uses are
not permitted without the knowledge and consent of the editor, NISE, and LEMDO.
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