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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 ihus I challenge it.

Strikes him. Flu. 'Sblood, an arrant traitor as any's in the uni: versal orld, in France or in England.

Gower. How now, Sir? you villain !
Will. Do


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 lraitor.

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

Enter Warwick and Gloucester
War. How now, how now, what's the matter??

Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is, praised be God for it, a most contagious treason come to light, look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Here is his Majesty

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 Majesty is take out of the helmet of Alanson.

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 strike 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 Majesty hear now, saving your Majesty's manhood, what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lowly, knave it is. I hope, your Majesty is pear me testimo


nies, and witnesses, and avouchments, that this is the glove of Alanson that your Majesty is give me, in your conscience now.

K. Henry. Give me thy glove, foldier; look, here is the fellow of it: 'twas me, indeed, thou promised'ft to strike, and thou hast 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 canst thou make me satisfaction?

Will. Al Offences, my lord, come from the heart; never came any from mine, that might offend your Majesty.

K. Henry. It was ourself thou didst abuse.

Will. Your Majesty came not like yourself; you appear’d to me, but as a common man; witness the night, your garments, your lowliness; and what your Highness fuffer'd under that shape, I beseech you, take it for your fault and not mine; for had

I took you for, I made no offence; therefore, I be-
feech your Highness, pardon me.
K. Henry. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with

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 for you; and I pray you to serve God, and keep you out of prawls and prabbles, and quarrels and dissenrions, and, I warrant you, it is the better for you.

Will. I will none of your money.

Flu. It is with a good will; I can tell you, it will serve you to mend your shoes; come, wherefore should you be fo pashful; your shoes is not so good ; 'tis a good filling, I warrant you, or I will change it.

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K. Henry. NoMer flere is the number of the

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slaughter'd French. Ed.

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 Bauchiq.alt:

Of other Lords, and Barons, Knights, and 'Squires, ufe . Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. K. Henry. This note doth tell me of ten thousand

Slain in the field of Princes in this number.
Eric And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead

One hundred twenty fix; added to these,
Of Knights, Esquires, and gallant Gentlemen,
Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which.
Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd Kuights ;
So that in these ten thousand they have lost,
There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries :
The rest are Princes, Barons, Lords, Knights, 'Squires,
And gentlemen of blood and quality.
The names of those their nobles, that lie dead,
Charles Ddabreth, high constable of France;
Jaques of Chatilion, admiral of France;
The maiter of the cross-bow's, lord Rambures;
Great master of France, the brave Sir Guichard Dauphin:
John Duke of Alanson, Anthony Duke of Brabant
The brother to the Duke of Burgundy,
And Edward Duke of Bar : Of lufty Earls,
Grandfree and Rouffie, Faulconbridge and Foyes,
Beaumont and Marle, Vaudeniont and Lejlrale.
Here was a royal fellowship of death!
Where is the number of our English dead?

Exe. Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Sofu?k,
Vor V.



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Sir Richard Ketley, Davy Gam Esquire ;
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,
Ascribe we all. When, without stratagem,
But in plain shock and ev'n play of battle,
Was ever known so great, and little loss,
On one part, and on th' other ? take it, God,
For it is only thine.

Exe. 'Tis wonderful !

K. Henry. Come, go we in procession to the village: And be it death proclaimed through our host, To boast of this, or take that praise from God, Which is his only.

Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your Majesty, to tell how many is kill'd? K. Henry. Yes, captain, but with this acknowledg

ment, That God fought for us.

Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great good.

K. Henry. Do we all holy rites;
Let ihere be sung 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.

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UCHS AFE, to those that have not read the

That I may prompt them; and to such 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


There must we bring him; and myself have in your

Be here presented. Now we bear the King
Tow'rd Calais : grant him there; and there being seen,
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, [lea;
Seems to prepare


so let him land,
And solemnly see him set on to London.
So swift a pace hath thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Black-heath :
Where that his lords desire him to have borne
His bruised helmet, and his bended sword,
Before him through the city, he forbids it;
Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride :
Giving full trophy, signal, and oftent,
Quite from himself to God. But now behold,
In the quick forge and working-house of thought,
How London doth pour out her citizens:
The Mayor and all his brethren in best fort,

Like to the senators of antique Rome,

With the Plebeians swarming at their heels,
Go forth and fetch the conqu’ring Cæfar in.
As by a low, but loving likelihood,
Weré now the General of our gracious Empress
(As in good time he may) from Ireland coming,
Bringing rebellion broached on his sword;
How many would the peaceful city quit,
To welcome hin? much more (and much more czuse)
Did they this Harry. Now in London place him ;
(As yet the lamentation of the French
Invites the King of England's itay 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 Irance :
The int rim, by remembring you, 'tis past.

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