If they will fight with us, bid them come down,
Or void the field; they do offend our fight.
If they'll do neither, we will come to them;
And make them fker away, as swift as stones
Inforced from the old Affyrian flings:

Befides, we'll cut the throats of those we have;
And not a man of them that we shall take,
Shall taste our mercy. Go and tell them fo.
Enter Mountjoy.

Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my Liege.
Glou. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be.
K. Henry. How now, what means their herald?
know'st thou not,

That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ranfom? Com'ft thou again for ranfom?

Mount. No, great King:

I come to thee for charitable licence,

That we may wander o'er this bloody field,
To book our dead, and then to bury them:
To fort our nobles from our common men;
For many of our princes (woe, the while!).
Lie drown'd, and foak'd in mercenary blood:
So do our vulgar drench their peasant-limbs
In blood of princes; while their wounded steeds
Fret fetlock deep in gore, and with wild rage
Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters,
Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great King,
To view the field in fafety, and difpofe

Of their dead bodies.

K. Henry. I tell thee truly, herald,
I know not if the day be ours or no ;
For yet a many of your horsemen peer,
And gallop o'er the field.

Mount. The day is your's.

K. Henry. Praifed be God, and not our ftrength, for What is this cafle call'd, that ftands hard by? [it! Mount. They call it Agincourt.

K. Henry. Then call we this the field of Agincourt, Fought on the day of Crifpin Crifpianus.

Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't please your Majefty, and your great uncle Edward the Plack

Prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles, fought a most prave battle here in France.

K. Henry. They did, Fluellen.

Flu. Your Majefty fays very true: if your Majefties is remember'd of it, the Welchmen did good fervice in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps, which your Majesty knows to this hour is an honourable padge of the fervice; and I do believe your Majefty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon St. Tavie's day.

K. Henry. I wear it for a memorable honour ; For I am Welch, you know, good countryman.

Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your Majefty's Welch plood out of your pody, I can tell you that; God plefs and preferve it, as long as it pleafes his Grace and his Majesty too.

K. Henry. Thanks, good my countryman.

Flu. By Chefhu, I am your Majesty's countryman, I care not who know it: I will confefs it to all the orld; I need not to be ashamed of your Majefty, praised be God, fo long as your Majefty is an honest man. K. Henry. God keep me fo!

Enter Williams.

Our heralds go

with him:

[Exeunt Heralds with Mountjoy.

Bring me juft notice of the numbers dead

On both our parts.

Call yonder fellow hither.

SCEN E XV.

Exe. Soldier, you must come to the King. K. Henry. Soldier, why weareft thou that glove in thy cap?

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

K. Henry. An Englishman?

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

Rr 2

K. Henry.

K. Henry. What think you, Captain Fluellen, is it fit this foldier keep his oath?

Flu He is a craven and a villain else, an't please your Majefty, in my confcience.

K. Henry. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman of great fort, quite from the anfwer of his degree.

Flu. Though he be as good a gentleman as the tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look your Grace, that he keep his vow and his oath : if he be perjur'd see you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain and a jackfawce, as ever his black fhoe trod upon God's ground and his earth, in my confcience law.

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

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

K. Henry. Who ferv'ft thou under?

Will. Under Captain Gower, my Liege.

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

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

[Exit.

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

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

K. Henry. Know'st thou Gower?

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

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

my tent.

Flu. I will fetch him.

[Exit.

K. Henry. My Lord of Warwick, and my brother

Gio'fter,

Follow Fluellen clofely at the heels.

The

The glove which I have given him for a favour,
May, haply, purchase him a box o' th' ear.
It is the foldier's; I by bargain fhould
Wear it myself. Follow, good coufin Warwick:
If that the foldier strike him, as I judge
By his blunt bearing he will keep his word,
Some fudden mischief may arise of it:
For I do know Fluellen valiant,

And, touch'd with choler, hot as gun-powder;
And quickly he'll return an injury.

Follow; and fee there be no harm between them.
Come you with me, uncle of Exeter.

[Exeunt.

SCENE XVI. Before King Henry's pavilion.
Enter Gower and Williams.

Will. I warrant it is to knight you, Captain.·
Enter Fluellen.

Flu. God's will and his pleafure, Captain, I pefeech you now come apace to the King: there is more good toward you, peradventure, than is in your knowledge tp dream of.

Will. Sir, know you this glove?

Flu. Know the glove! I know the glove is a glove. Will. I know this, and thus I challenge it. [Strikes him. Flu. 'Sblud, an arrant traitor as any's in the univerfal orld, in France or in England.

Gower. How now, Sir? you villain !
Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn?

Flu. Stand away, Captain Gower, I will give treason his payment into plows, I warrant you.

Will. I am no traitor.

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

Enter Warwick and Gloucefter.

War. How now, how now, what's the matter? Flu. My Lord of Warwick, here is, praifed be God for it, a molt contagious treafon come to light, look

you,

you, as you fhall defire in a fummer's day.

his Majesty

Enter King Henry, and Exeter.

K. Henry. How now, what's the matter?

Here is

Flu. My Liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, look your Grace, has ftruck the glove which your Majefty is take out of the helmet of Alanfon.

Will. My Liege, this was my glove, here is the fellow of it; and he that I gave it to in change, promis'd to wear it in his cap. I promis'd to ftrike him, if he did. I met this man with my glove in his cap, and I have been as good as my word.

Flu. Your Majefty hear now, faving your Majefty's manhood, what an arrant, rafcally, peggarly, lowfy knave it is. I hope your Majefty is pear me teftimonies, and witneffes, and avouchments, that this is the glove of Alanfon that your Majefty is give me, in your confcience now.

K. Henry. Give me thy glove, foldier; look, hère is the fellow of it: 'twas me, indeed, thou promifedft to frike, and thou haft given me most bitter terms.

Flu. An' please your Majesty, let his neck anfwer for it, if there is any martial law in the orld.

K. Henry. How canft thou make me fatisfaction? Will. All offences, my Lord, come from the heart; never came any from mine that might offend your Majesty.

K. Henry. It was ourfelf thou didst abufe.

Will. Your Majefty came not like yourself; you ap pear'd to me but as a common man; witness the night, your garments, your lowlinefs: and what your Highnefs fuffer'd under that fhape, I beseech you take it for your fault, and not mine; for had you been as I took you for, I made no offence: therefore I befeech your Highness, pardon me.

K. Henry. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with And give it to this fellow. Keep it, fellow; [crowns, And wear it for an honour in thy cap, Till I do challenge it. Give him the crowns; And, Captain, you must needs be friends with him. Fla. By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle

enough