you now come apace to the King: there is more good toward you, peradventure, than is in your knowledge to dream of.

Will. Sir, know you this glove?

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

Strikes him.

Flu. 'Sblood, an arrant traitor as any's in the uni verfal orld, in France or in England.

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

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

Will. I am no traitor.

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

Enter Warwick and Gloucester

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

Enter King Henry, and Exeter.

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

Flu. My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, look your Grace, has ftruck the glove, which your 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, beggarly, lowly, knave it is. I hope, your Majefty is pear me teftimo

nies, and witnesses, 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, here is the fellow of it: 'twas me, indeed, thou promised'ft to ftrike, and thou haft given me most bitter terms. Flu. An please your Majesty, let his neck answer 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 Majefty.

K. Henry. It was ourself thou didst abuse.

Will. Your Majefty came not like yourself; you appear'd to me, but as a common man; witnefs the night, your garments, your lowlinefs; and what your Highness fuffer'd under that shape, I befeech 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

crowns,

And give it to this fellow. Keep it, fellow; 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. Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in his pelly; hold, there is twelve-pence you; and I pray you to ferve God, and keep you out of prawls and prabbles, and quarrels and diffentions, and, I warrant you, it is the better for you. Will. I will none of your money.

for

Flu. It is with a good will; I can tell you, it will ferve you to mend your shoes; come, wherefore fhould you be fo pafhful; your fhoes is not fo good; 'tis a good filling, I warrant you, or I will change it.

SCENE

K. Henry. NOW, Herald, are the dead number'd?

Her. Here is the number of the

flaughter'd French.

K. Henry. What prisoners of good fort are taken,

uncle?

Exe. Charles Duke of Orleans, nephew to the King;
John Duke of Bourbon, and lord Bauchiqualt :
Of other Lords, and Barons, Knights, and 'Squires,
Full fifteen hundred, befides common men.

K. Henry. This note doth tell me of ten thoufand
French

Slain in the field; of Princes in this number.
And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
One hundred twenty fix; added to these,
Of Knights, Efquires, and gallant Gentlemen,
Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which.
Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd Knights;
So that in these ten thousand they have loft,
There are but fixteen hundred mercenaries:
The reft are Princes, Barons, Lords, Knights, 'Squires,
And gentlemen of blood and quality.

The names of thofe their nobles, that lie dead,
Charles Delabreth, high conftable of France;

Jaques of Chatilion, admiral of France;

The mafter of the cross-bows, lord Rambures;
Great mafter of France, the brave Sir Guichard Dauphin:
John Duke of Alanfon, Anthony Duke of Brabant
The brother to the Duke of Burgundy,
And Edward Duke of Bar: Of lufty Earls,
Grandpree and Rouffie, Faulconbridge and Foyes,
Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Leftrale.
Here was a royal fellowship of death!
Where is the number of our English dead?

Exe. Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk,
VOL V.

Sir

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

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

Exe. 'Tis wonderful!

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

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

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

ment,

That God fought for us.

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

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

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

[Exeunt.

ACT V. SCENE I.

Enter CHORUS.

TOUCHSAFE, to those that have not read the

VOUCHSAFE, flory,

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

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

Be

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

Pales in the flood with men, with wives and boys,
Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep mouth'd
Which, like a mighty whiffler 'fore the King, [[ea;'
Seems to prepare his way; fo let him land,
And folemnly fee him fet on to London.

So fwift a pace hath thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Black-heath :
Where that his lords defire him to have borne
His bruifed helmet, and his bended fword,
Before him through the city, he forbids it;
Being free from vainnefs and felf-glorious pride:
Giving full trophy, fignal, and oftent,

Quite from himself to God.

But now behold,

In the quick forge and working-houfe of thought,

How London doth pour out her citizens:

The Mayor and all his brethren in beft fort,

Like to the fenators of antique Rome,
With the Plebeians fwarming at their heels,
Go forth and fetch the conqu'ring Cæfar in.
As by a low, but loving likelihood,

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

To welcome him? much more (and much more cause)
Did they this Harry. Now in London place him;
(As yet the lamentation of the French
Invites the King of England's ftay at home:
The Emperor's coming in behalf of France,
To order peace between them;) and omit
All the occurrences, whatever chanc'd,
'Till Harry's back return again to France:
There muft we bring him; and myself have play'd
The intrim, by remembring you, 'tis paft.

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