Now entertain conjecture of a time From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, a Stilly sounds,-] That is, gently, softly sounds. The word recals an illustration of "still music," which properly belonged to note (e), p. 370, Vol. I. but was there accidentally omitted, taken from "A true reportarie of the most triumphant and royal accomplishment of the Baptisme of the most excellent, right high and mightie Prince, Frederik Henry," &c. &c. And the third hour of drowsy morning name." The morning's danger; and their gesture sad, So many horrid ghosts. O, now, who will behold The royal captain of this ruin'd band, Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, Let him cry, Praise and glory on his head! For forth he goes, and visits all his host; How dread an army hath enrounded him ; His liberal eye doth give to every one, A little touch of Harry in the night;b [Exit. SCENE I.-The English Camp at Agincourt. Enter KING HENRY, BEDFORD, and GLOUCESTER. Good morrow, brother Bedford. God Almighty! K. HEN. Gloster, 'tis true, that we are in great Besides, they are our outward consciences, danger, The greater therefore should our courage be. Then, mean and gentle all,-] This is the reading adopted by Theobald; the folio having, that mean and gentle all," which, as mean and gentle all" clearly refers to the audience, and not to the soldiers, must be an error. And preachers to us all; admonishing, b In the night;] Is it not more than probable the poet wrote, "in the fight?" We have already seen" a touch of Harry in the night." e Dress us-] That is, prepare us. K. HEN. Harry le Roy. Thus may we gather honey from the weed, And make a moral of the devil himself. Enter ERPINGHAM. Good morrow, old sir Thomas Erpingham: ERP. Not so, my liege; this lodging likes me better, Since I may say-Now lie I like a king. K. HEN. 'Tis good for men to love their present pains; Upon example so, the spirit is eased: And, when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt, GLO. We shall, my liege. [Exeunt GLOUCESTER and Bedford. ERP. Shall I attend your grace? K. HEN. No, my good knight; Go with my brothers to my lords of England: I and my bosom must debate awhile, And then I would no other company. ERP. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry! [Exit ERPINGHAM. K. HEN. God-a-mercy, old heart! thou speak'st cheerfully. Gow. Captain Fluellen! FLU. So in the name of Cheshu Christ, speak lower. It is the greatest admiration in the universal 'orld, when the true and auncient prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not kept: if you would take the pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the great, you shall find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle-taddle, nor pibble-pabble, in Pompey's camp; I warrant you, you shall find the ceremonies of the wars, and the cares of it, and the forms of it, and the sobriety of it, and the modesty of it, to be otherwise. Gow. Why, the enemy is loud; you hear him all night. FLU. If the enemy is an ass and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an ass, and a fool, and a prating coxcomb; in your own conscience now? Gow. I will speak lower. that will. you FLU. I pray you, and peseech you, [Exeunt GoWER and FLUELLEN. K. HEN. Though it appear a little out of fashion, There is much care and valour in this Welshman. WILL. Under what captain serve you? K. HEN. Under sir Thomas* Erpingham. WILL. A good old commander, and a most kind gentleman: I pray you, what thinks he of our estate? K. HEN. Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that look to be washed off the next tide. BATES. He hath not told his thought to the king? K. HEN. No; nor it is not meet he should. For, though I speak it to you, I think the king is but a man, as I am the violet smells to him, as it doth to me; the element shows to him, as it doth to me; all his senses have but human conditions; his ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and though his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing; therefore when he sees reason of fears, as we do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish as ours are: yet, in reason, no man should possess him with any appearance of fear, lest he, by showing it, should dishearten his army. BATES. He may show what outward courage he will; but, I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could wish himself in Thames up to the neck; and so I would he were, and I by him, at all adventures, so we were quit here. K. HEN. By my troth, I will speak my conscience of the king; I think he would not wish himself any where but where he is. BATES. Then I would he were here alone; so should he be sure to be ransomed, and a many poor men's lives saved. K. HEN. I dare say, you love him not so ill, to wish him here alone, howsoever you speak this, to feel other men's minds: methinks, I could not die any where so contented, as in the king's company; his cause being just, and his quarrel honourable. WILL. That's more than we know. BATES. Ay, or more than we should seek after; for we know enough, if we know we are the king's subjects: if his cause be wrong, our obedience to the king wipes the crime of it out of us. WILL. But if the cause be not good, the king himself hath a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs, and arms, and heads, chopped off in a battle, shall join together at the latter day, and cry all-We died at such a place; some swearing, some crying for a surgeon, some, upon their wives (*) Old copy, John. Contrived murder;] Plotted, preconcerted murder. Thus, in left poor behind them; some, upon the debts they owe; some, upon their children rawly left. I am afeard there are few die well, that die in a battle; for how can they charitably dispose of any thing, when blood is their argument? Now, if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for the king that led them to it; who to disobey, were against all proportion of subjection. K. HEN. So, if a son, that is by his father sent about merchandise, do sinfully miscarry upon the sea, the imputation of his wickedness, by your rule, should be imposed upon his father that sent him: or if a servant, under his master's command, transporting a sum of money, be assailed by robbers, and die in many irreconciled iniquities, you may call the business of the master the author of the servant's damnation. But this is not so: the king is not bound to answer the particular endings of his soldiers, the father of his son, nor the master of his servant; for they purpose not their death, when they purpose their services. Besides, thero is no king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to the arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all unspotted soldiers: some, peradventure, have on them the guilt of premeditated and contrived murder; some, of beguiling virgins with the broken seals of perjury; some, making the wars their bulwark, that have before gored the gentle bosom of peace with pillage and robbery. Now, if these men have defeated the law, and outrun native punishment, though they can outstrip men, they have no wings to fly from God: war is his beadle; war is his vengeance; so that here men are punished, for before-breach of the king's laws, in now the king's quarrel where they feared the death, they have borne life away, and where they would be safe, they perish: then if they die unprovided, no more is the king guilty of their damnation, than he was before guilty of those impieties for the which they are now visited. Every subject's duty is the king's, but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore should every soldier in the wars do as every sick man in his bed,-wash every mote out of his conscience; and dying so, death is to him advantage; or not dying, the time was blessedly lost, wherein such preparation was gained: and in him that escapes, it were not sin to think, that making God so free an offer, he let him outlive that day to see his greatness, and to teach others how they should prepare. WILL. 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill upon his own head, the king is not to an * WILL. 'Mass, you pay him then! That's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun, that a poor and private displeasure can do against a monarch! you may as well go about to turn the sun to ice with fanning in his face with a peacock's feather. You'll never trust his word after! come, 'tis a foolish saying. K. HEN. Your reproof is something too round; I should be angry with you, if the time were convenient. WILL. Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live. K. HEN. I embrace it. WILL. How shall I know thee again? K. HEN. Give me any gage of thine, and I will wear it in my bonnet; then, if ever thou darest acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel. WILL. Here's my glove; give me another of thine. K. HEN. There. WILL. This will I also wear in my cap; if ever thou come to me and say, after to-morrow, This is my glove, by this hand, I will take thee a box on the ear. K. HEN. If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it. WILL. Thou darest as well be hanged. K. HEN. Well, I will do it, though I take thee in the king's company. WILL. Keep thy word: fare thee well. BATES. Be friends, you English fools, be friends; we have French quarrels enow, if you could tell how to reckon. K. HEN. Indeed, the French may lay twenty French crowns to one, they will beat us; for they bear them on their shoulders: but it is no English treason, to cut French crowns, and, to-morrow, the king himself will be a clipper. [Exeunt Soldiers. Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls, Our debts, our careful wives, Our children, and our sins, lay on the king;- O hard condition! twin-born with greatness, (*) First folio omits, 'Mass. Ceremony?] See note (c), p. 23. b What is thy soul, O adoration?] The folio reads, "What? is thy Soule of Odoration?" We adopt the easy emendation, proposed by Dr. Johnson, which No more can feel, but his own wringing! And what have kings, that privates have not too, Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form, What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, Will it give place to flexure and low bending? Can'st thou, when thou command'st the beggar's knee, Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream, That play'st so subtly with a king's repose; gives a clear and forcible meaning to what, in the original, is inexplicable. e Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread;] Mr. Collier's remorseless annotator substitutes, "distasteful bread." If any change were needed, "disrestful bread" would be more in Shakespeare's manner; but "distressful bread," the hard fare of poverty, is strikingly expressive, and better than anything suggested in its stead. |