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Henry V begins at the English court, where the young king is persuaded that he has a claim to the throne…

Prologue

The Chorus wishes for a far greater stage, actors, and audience. He apologizes for the scanty resources that are available…

Act 1, scene 1

The Bishop of Canterbury informs the Bishop of Ely of a bill threatening Church revenues and of a plan to…

Act 1, scene 2

At the King’s request, Canterbury provides an extensive interpretation of French law to support Henry’s claim to the French throne….

Act 2, chorus

The Chorus announces the enthusiastic support of English youth for Henry’s French campaign, but also advises that the French have…

Act 2, scene 1

King Henry’s former tavern companion Bardolph prevents Pistol and Nym from fighting over Hostess Quickly, Pistol’s wife. They are interrupted…

Act 2, scene 2

Henry, informed of the treachery of three of his friends, confronts them with their crimes. They throw themselves on his…

Act 2, scene 3

The tavern crew—Bardolph, Pistol, Nym, and the Boy—join the Hostess in mourning the dead Falstaff and, saying good-bye to the…

Act 2, scene 4

The King of France and his court plan their defense against Henry’s invasion. Exeter arrives to present the King with…

Act 3, chorus

The Chorus describes the embarkation of Henry’s fleet for France, Henry’s preparations to besiege the town of Harfleur, and the…

Act 3, scene 1

Henry delivers an oration to inspire his troops to take Harfleur.

Act 3, scene 2

Bardolph, Pistol, Nym, and the Boy withdraw from the assault on Harfleur. They are driven back to it by Captain…

Act 3, scene 3

Henry threatens the men of Harfleur with the destruction of the town and its population if they do not yield…

Act 3, scene 4

An old gentlewoman, Alice, begins to teach English to Katherine, Princess of France.

Act 3, scene 5

The French nobles speak of their shame at the success of Henry’s invasion. The French King plans to block Henry’s…

Act 3, scene 6

Captains Fluellen and Gower meet Pistol, who pleads for Bardolph, sentenced to die for robbery. Fluellen refuses to intervene and…

Act 3, scene 7

On the eve of battle, the French nobles, confident of their army’s superiority, engage in verbal competition.

Act 4, chorus

The Chorus describes the confident French and anxious English armies on the night before the battle of Agincourt, and portrays…

Act 4, scene 1

Henry borrows Erpingham’s cloak and, in this disguise, passes through his camp, meeting Pistol, overhearing a conversation between Fluellen and…

Act 4, scene 2

The French nobles, about to fight, lament that the English are so few and so weak.

Act 4, scene 3

Henry delivers an oration to his troops urging them on to win glory in the battle. Montjoy again comes to…

Act 4, scene 4

A French soldier surrenders to Pistol, who threatens him with death until the soldier promises to pay a ransom of…

Act 4, scene 5

The French nobles, shamed in their defeat, decide to die fighting.

Act 4, scene 6

Henry, in doubt about the outcome of the battle, hears of York’s and Suffolk’s deaths, and then, when a French…

Act 4, scene 7

Fluellen, in conversation with Gower, compares Henry to the classical world-conqueror Alexander the Great. Montjoy arrives to concede the French…

Act 4, scene 8

Williams and Fluellen are prevented from fighting by Warwick and Gloucester. Henry arrives and accuses Williams of promising to strike…

Act 5, chorus

The Chorus describes the great welcome accorded the English army when it returns home, the visit by the Holy Roman…

Act 5, scene 1

Fluellen avenges Pistol’s insults by making Pistol eat a leek. Pistol, humiliated, plans to return to England in the guise…

Act 5, scene 2

The Duke of Burgundy has brought about a meeting between French and English to sign a peace treaty. Henry delegates…

Act 5, epilogue

The Chorus reminds the audience that Henry died very young, leaving the kingdom to his infant son, during whose reign…

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PROLOGUE

Enter Chorus as Prologue.

CHORUS 
 O, for a muse of fire that would ascend
 The brightest heaven of invention!
 A kingdom for a stage, princes to act,
 And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
5 Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
 Assume the port of Mars, and at his heels,
 Leashed in like hounds, should famine, sword, and
 fire
 Crouch for employment. But pardon, gentles all,
10 The flat unraisèd spirits that hath dared
 On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
 So great an object. Can this cockpit hold
 The vasty fields of France? Or may we cram
 Within this wooden O the very casques
15 That did affright the air at Agincourt?
 O pardon, since a crookèd figure may
 Attest in little place a million,
 And let us, ciphers to this great account,
 On your imaginary forces work.
20 Suppose within the girdle of these walls
 Are now confined two mighty monarchies,
 Whose high uprearèd and abutting fronts
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 The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder.
 Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.
25 Into a thousand parts divide one man,
 And make imaginary puissance.
 Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them
 Printing their proud hoofs i’ th’ receiving earth,
 For ’tis your thoughts that now must deck our
30 kings,
 Carry them here and there, jumping o’er times,
 Turning th’ accomplishment of many years
 Into an hourglass; for the which supply,
 Admit me chorus to this history,
35 Who, prologue-like, your humble patience pray
 Gently to hear, kindly to judge our play.
He exits.
ACT 1
Scene 1
Enter the two Bishops of Canterbury and Ely.

BISHOP OF CANTERBURY 
 My lord, I’ll tell you that self bill is urged
 Which in th’ eleventh year of the last king’s reign
 Was like, and had indeed against us passed
 But that the scambling and unquiet time
5 Did push it out of farther question.
BISHOP OF ELY 
 But how, my lord, shall we resist it now?
BISHOP OF CANTERBURY 
 It must be thought on. If it pass against us,
 We lose the better half of our possession,
 For all the temporal lands which men devout
10 By testament have given to the Church
 Would they strip from us, being valued thus:
 “As much as would maintain, to the King’s honor,
 Full fifteen earls and fifteen hundred knights,
 Six thousand and two hundred good esquires;
15 And, to relief of lazars and weak age
 Of indigent faint souls past corporal toil,
 A hundred almshouses right well supplied;
 And to the coffers of the King besides,
 A thousand pounds by th’ year.” Thus runs the bill.
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BISHOP OF ELY 
20 This would drink deep.
BISHOP OF CANTERBURY  ’Twould drink the cup and
 all.
BISHOP OF ELY But what prevention?
BISHOP OF CANTERBURY 
 The King is full of grace and fair regard.
BISHOP OF ELY 
25 And a true lover of the holy Church.
BISHOP OF CANTERBURY 
 The courses of his youth promised it not.
 The breath no sooner left his father’s body
 But that his wildness, mortified in him,
 Seemed to die too. Yea, at that very moment
30 Consideration like an angel came
 And whipped th’ offending Adam out of him,
 Leaving his body as a paradise
 T’ envelop and contain celestial spirits.
 Never was such a sudden scholar made,
35 Never came reformation in a flood
 With such a heady currance scouring faults,
 Nor never Hydra-headed willfulness
 So soon did lose his seat, and all at once,
 As in this king.
BISHOP OF ELY 40 We are blessèd in the change.
BISHOP OF CANTERBURY 
 Hear him but reason in divinity
 And, all-admiring, with an inward wish
 You would desire the King were made a prelate;
 Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs,
45 You would say it hath been all in all his study;
 List his discourse of war, and you shall hear
 A fearful battle rendered you in music;
 Turn him to any cause of policy,
 The Gordian knot of it he will unloose
50 Familiar as his garter; that, when he speaks,

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 The air, a chartered libertine, is still,
 And the mute wonder lurketh in men’s ears
 To steal his sweet and honeyed sentences;
 So that the art and practic part of life
55 Must be the mistress to this theoric;
 Which is a wonder how his Grace should glean it,
 Since his addiction was to courses vain,
 His companies unlettered, rude, and shallow,
 His hours filled up with riots, banquets, sports,
60 And never noted in him any study,
 Any retirement, any sequestration
 From open haunts and popularity.
BISHOP OF ELY 
 The strawberry grows underneath the nettle,
 And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best
65 Neighbored by fruit of baser quality;
 And so the Prince obscured his contemplation
 Under the veil of wildness, which, no doubt,
 Grew like the summer grass, fastest by night,
 Unseen yet crescive in his faculty.
BISHOP OF CANTERBURY 
70 It must be so, for miracles are ceased,
 And therefore we must needs admit the means
 How things are perfected.
BISHOP OF ELY  But, my good lord,
 How now for mitigation of this bill
75 Urged by the Commons? Doth his Majesty
 Incline to it or no?
BISHOP OF CANTERBURY  He seems indifferent,
 Or rather swaying more upon our part
 Than cherishing th’ exhibitors against us;
80 For I have made an offer to his Majesty—
 Upon our spiritual convocation
 And in regard of causes now in hand,
 Which I have opened to his Grace at large,
 As touching France—to give a greater sum

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85 Than ever at one time the clergy yet
 Did to his predecessors part withal.
BISHOP OF ELY 
 How did this offer seem received, my lord?
BISHOP OF CANTERBURY 
 With good acceptance of his Majesty—
 Save that there was not time enough to hear,
90 As I perceived his Grace would fain have done,
 The severals and unhidden passages
 Of his true titles to some certain dukedoms,
 And generally to the crown and seat of France,
 Derived from Edward, his great-grandfather.
BISHOP OF ELY 
95 What was th’ impediment that broke this off?
BISHOP OF CANTERBURY 
 The French ambassador upon that instant
 Craved audience. And the hour, I think, is come
 To give him hearing. Is it four o’clock?
BISHOP OF ELY It is.
BISHOP OF CANTERBURY 
100 Then go we in to know his embassy,
 Which I could with a ready guess declare
 Before the Frenchman speak a word of it.
BISHOP OF ELY 
 I’ll wait upon you, and I long to hear it.
They exit.


Scene 2
Enter the King of England, Humphrey Duke of
Gloucester, Bedford, Clarence, Warwick, Westmoreland,
and Exeter, with other Attendants.


KING HENRY 
 Where is my gracious Lord of Canterbury?

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EXETER 
 Not here in presence.
KING HENRY  Send for him, good uncle.
WESTMORELAND 
 Shall we call in th’ Ambassador, my liege?
KING HENRY 
5 Not yet, my cousin. We would be resolved,
 Before we hear him, of some things of weight
 That task our thoughts concerning us and France.

Enter the two Bishops of Canterbury and Ely.

BISHOP OF CANTERBURY 
 God and his angels guard your sacred throne
 And make you long become it.
KING HENRY 10 Sure we thank you.
 My learnèd lord, we pray you to proceed
 And justly and religiously unfold
 Why the law Salic that they have in France
 Or should or should not bar us in our claim.
15 And God forbid, my dear and faithful lord,
 That you should fashion, wrest, or bow your
 reading,
 Or nicely charge your understanding soul
 With opening titles miscreate, whose right
20 Suits not in native colors with the truth;
 For God doth know how many now in health
 Shall drop their blood in approbation
 Of what your reverence shall incite us to.
 Therefore take heed how you impawn our person,
25 How you awake our sleeping sword of war.
 We charge you in the name of God, take heed,
 For never two such kingdoms did contend
 Without much fall of blood, whose guiltless drops
 Are every one a woe, a sore complaint
30 ’Gainst him whose wrongs gives edge unto the
 swords

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 That makes such waste in brief mortality.
 Under this conjuration, speak, my lord,
 For we will hear, note, and believe in heart
35 That what you speak is in your conscience washed
 As pure as sin with baptism.
BISHOP OF CANTERBURY 
 Then hear me, gracious sovereign, and you peers
 That owe yourselves, your lives, and services
 To this imperial throne. There is no bar
40 To make against your Highness’ claim to France
 But this, which they produce from Pharamond:
 “In terram Salicam mulieres ne succedant”
 (No woman shall succeed in Salic land),
 Which Salic land the French unjustly gloze
45 To be the realm of France, and Pharamond
 The founder of this law and female bar.
 Yet their own authors faithfully affirm
 That the land Salic is in Germany,
 Between the floods of Sala and of Elbe,
50 Where Charles the Great, having subdued the
 Saxons,
 There left behind and settled certain French,
 Who, holding in disdain the German women
 For some dishonest manners of their life,
55 Established then this law: to wit, no female
 Should be inheritrix in Salic land,
 Which “Salic,” as I said, ’twixt Elbe and Sala
 Is at this day in Germany called Meissen.
 Then doth it well appear the Salic law
60 Was not devisèd for the realm of France,
 Nor did the French possess the Salic land
 Until four hundred one and twenty years
 After defunction of King Pharamond,
 Idly supposed the founder of this law,
65 Who died within the year of our redemption
 Four hundred twenty-six; and Charles the Great

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 Subdued the Saxons and did seat the French
 Beyond the river Sala in the year
 Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say,
70 King Pepin, which deposèd Childeric,
 Did, as heir general, being descended
 Of Blithild, which was daughter to King Clothair,
 Make claim and title to the crown of France.
 Hugh Capet also, who usurped the crown
75 Of Charles the Duke of Lorraine, sole heir male
 Of the true line and stock of Charles the Great,
 To find his title with some shows of truth,
 Though in pure truth it was corrupt and naught,
 Conveyed himself as th’ heir to th’ Lady Lingare,
80 Daughter to Charlemagne, who was the son
 To Lewis the Emperor, and Lewis the son
 Of Charles the Great. Also King Lewis the Tenth,
 Who was sole heir to the usurper Capet,
 Could not keep quiet in his conscience,
85 Wearing the crown of France, till satisfied
 That fair Queen Isabel, his grandmother,
 Was lineal of the Lady Ermengare,
 Daughter to Charles the foresaid Duke of Lorraine:
 By the which marriage the line of Charles the Great
90 Was reunited to the crown of France.
 So that, as clear as is the summer’s sun,
 King Pepin’s title and Hugh Capet’s claim,
 King Lewis his satisfaction, all appear
 To hold in right and title of the female.
95 So do the kings of France unto this day,
 Howbeit they would hold up this Salic law
 To bar your Highness claiming from the female,
 And rather choose to hide them in a net
 Than amply to imbar their crooked titles
100 Usurped from you and your progenitors.
KING HENRY 
 May I with right and conscience make this claim?

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BISHOP OF CANTERBURY 
 The sin upon my head, dread sovereign,
 For in the Book of Numbers is it writ:
 “When the man dies, let the inheritance
105 Descend unto the daughter.” Gracious lord,
 Stand for your own, unwind your bloody flag,
 Look back into your mighty ancestors.
 Go, my dread lord, to your great-grandsire’s tomb,
 From whom you claim; invoke his warlike spirit
110 And your great-uncle’s, Edward the Black Prince,
 Who on the French ground played a tragedy,
 Making defeat on the full power of France
 Whiles his most mighty father on a hill
 Stood smiling to behold his lion’s whelp
115 Forage in blood of French nobility.
 O noble English, that could entertain
 With half their forces the full pride of France
 And let another half stand laughing by,
 All out of work and cold for action!
BISHOP OF ELY 
120 Awake remembrance of these valiant dead
 And with your puissant arm renew their feats.
 You are their heir, you sit upon their throne,
 The blood and courage that renownèd them
 Runs in your veins; and my thrice-puissant liege
125 Is in the very May-morn of his youth,
 Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises.
EXETER 
 Your brother kings and monarchs of the Earth
 Do all expect that you should rouse yourself
 As did the former lions of your blood.
WESTMORELAND 
130 They know your Grace hath cause and means and
 might;
 So hath your Highness. Never king of England
 Had nobles richer, and more loyal subjects,

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 Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England
135 And lie pavilioned in the fields of France.
BISHOP OF CANTERBURY 
 O, let their bodies follow, my dear liege,
 With blood and sword and fire to win your right,
 In aid whereof we of the spiritualty
 Will raise your Highness such a mighty sum
140 As never did the clergy at one time
 Bring in to any of your ancestors.
KING HENRY 
 We must not only arm t’ invade the French,
 But lay down our proportions to defend
 Against the Scot, who will make road upon us
145 With all advantages.
BISHOP OF CANTERBURY 
 They of those marches, gracious sovereign,
 Shall be a wall sufficient to defend
 Our inland from the pilfering borderers.
KING HENRY 
 We do not mean the coursing snatchers only,
150 But fear the main intendment of the Scot,
 Who hath been still a giddy neighbor to us.
 For you shall read that my great-grandfather
 Never went with his forces into France
 But that the Scot on his unfurnished kingdom
155 Came pouring like the tide into a breach
 With ample and brim fullness of his force,
 Galling the gleanèd land with hot assays,
 Girding with grievous siege castles and towns,
 That England, being empty of defense,
160 Hath shook and trembled at th’ ill neighborhood.
BISHOP OF CANTERBURY 
 She hath been then more feared than harmed, my
 liege,
 For hear her but exampled by herself:
 When all her chivalry hath been in France

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165 And she a mourning widow of her nobles,
 She hath herself not only well defended
 But taken and impounded as a stray
 The King of Scots, whom she did send to France
 To fill King Edward’s fame with prisoner kings
170 And make her chronicle as rich with praise
 As is the ooze and bottom of the sea
 With sunken wrack and sumless treasuries.
BISHOP OF ELY 
 But there’s a saying very old and true:
 “If that you will France win,
175 Then with Scotland first begin.”

 For once the eagle England being in prey,
 To her unguarded nest the weasel Scot
 Comes sneaking and so sucks her princely eggs,
 Playing the mouse in absence of the cat,
180 To ’tame and havoc more than she can eat.
EXETER 
 It follows, then, the cat must stay at home.
 Yet that is but a crushed necessity,
 Since we have locks to safeguard necessaries
 And pretty traps to catch the petty thieves.
185 While that the armèd hand doth fight abroad,
 Th’ advisèd head defends itself at home.
 For government, though high and low and lower,
 Put into parts, doth keep in one consent,
 Congreeing in a full and natural close,
190 Like music.
BISHOP OF CANTERBURY  Therefore doth heaven divide
 The state of man in divers functions,
 Setting endeavor in continual motion,
 To which is fixèd as an aim or butt
195 Obedience; for so work the honeybees,
 Creatures that by a rule in nature teach
 The act of order to a peopled kingdom.

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 They have a king and officers of sorts,
 Where some like magistrates correct at home,
200 Others like merchants venture trade abroad,
 Others like soldiers armèd in their stings
 Make boot upon the summer’s velvet buds,
 Which pillage they with merry march bring home
 To the tent royal of their emperor,
205 Who, busied in his majesty, surveys
 The singing masons building roofs of gold,
 The civil citizens kneading up the honey,
 The poor mechanic porters crowding in
 Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate,
210 The sad-eyed justice with his surly hum
 Delivering o’er to executors pale
 The lazy yawning drone. I this infer:
 That many things, having full reference
 To one consent, may work contrariously,
215 As many arrows loosèd several ways
 Come to one mark, as many ways meet in one town,
 As many fresh streams meet in one salt sea,
 As many lines close in the dial’s center,
 So may a thousand actions, once afoot,
220 End in one purpose and be all well borne
 Without defeat. Therefore to France, my liege!
 Divide your happy England into four,
 Whereof take you one quarter into France,
 And you withal shall make all Gallia shake.
225 If we, with thrice such powers left at home,
 Cannot defend our own doors from the dog,
 Let us be worried, and our nation lose
 The name of hardiness and policy.
KING HENRY 
 Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin.
Attendants exit.
230 Now are we well resolved, and by God’s help
 And yours, the noble sinews of our power,

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 France being ours, we’ll bend it to our awe
 Or break it all to pieces. Or there we’ll sit,
 Ruling in large and ample empery
235 O’er France and all her almost kingly dukedoms,
 Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn,
 Tombless, with no remembrance over them.
 Either our history shall with full mouth
 Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave,
240 Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth,
 Not worshiped with a waxen epitaph.

Enter Ambassadors of France, with Attendants.


 Now are we well prepared to know the pleasure
 Of our fair cousin Dauphin, for we hear
 Your greeting is from him, not from the King.
AMBASSADOR 
245 May ’t please your Majesty to give us leave
 Freely to render what we have in charge,
 Or shall we sparingly show you far off
 The Dauphin’s meaning and our embassy?
KING HENRY 
 We are no tyrant, but a Christian king,
250 Unto whose grace our passion is as subject
 As is our wretches fettered in our prisons.
 Therefore with frank and with uncurbèd plainness
 Tell us the Dauphin’s mind.
AMBASSADOR  Thus, then, in few:
255 Your Highness, lately sending into France,
 Did claim some certain dukedoms in the right
 Of your great predecessor, King Edward the Third;
 In answer of which claim, the Prince our master
 Says that you savor too much of your youth
260 And bids you be advised there’s naught in France
 That can be with a nimble galliard won;
 You cannot revel into dukedoms there.
 He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit,

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 This tun of treasure and, in lieu of this,
265 Desires you let the dukedoms that you claim
 Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin speaks.
KING HENRY 
 What treasure, uncle?
EXETER  Tennis balls,
 my liege.
KING HENRY 
270 We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us.
 His present and your pains we thank you for.
 When we have matched our rackets to these balls,
 We will in France, by God’s grace, play a set
 Shall strike his father’s crown into the hazard.
275 Tell him he hath made a match with such a
 wrangler
 That all the courts of France will be disturbed
 With chases. And we understand him well,
 How he comes o’er us with our wilder days,
280 Not measuring what use we made of them.
 We never valued this poor seat of England,
 And therefore, living hence, did give ourself
 To barbarous license, as ’tis ever common
 That men are merriest when they are from home.
285 But tell the Dauphin I will keep my state,
 Be like a king, and show my sail of greatness
 When I do rouse me in my throne of France,
 For that I have laid by my majesty
 And plodded like a man for working days;
290 But I will rise there with so full a glory
 That I will dazzle all the eyes of France,
 Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on us.
 And tell the pleasant prince this mock of his
 Hath turned his balls to gun-stones, and his soul
295 Shall stand sore chargèd for the wasteful vengeance
 That shall fly with them; for many a thousand
 widows
 Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands,

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 Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down;
300 And some are yet ungotten and unborn
 That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin’s scorn.
 But this lies all within the will of God,
 To whom I do appeal, and in whose name
 Tell you the Dauphin I am coming on,
305 To venge me as I may and to put forth
 My rightful hand in a well-hallowed cause.
 So get you hence in peace. And tell the Dauphin
 His jest will savor but of shallow wit
 When thousands weep more than did laugh at it.—
310 Convey them with safe conduct.—Fare you well.
Ambassadors exit, with Attendants.
EXETER This was a merry message.
KING HENRY 
 We hope to make the sender blush at it.
 Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour
 That may give furth’rance to our expedition;
315 For we have now no thought in us but France,
 Save those to God, that run before our business.
 Therefore let our proportions for these wars
 Be soon collected, and all things thought upon
 That may with reasonable swiftness add
320 More feathers to our wings. For, God before,
 We’ll chide this Dauphin at his father’s door.
 Therefore let every man now task his thought,
 That this fair action may on foot be brought.
Flourish. They exit.


ACT 2

Enter Chorus.

CHORUS 
 Now all the youth of England are on fire,
 And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies;
 Now thrive the armorers, and honor’s thought
 Reigns solely in the breast of every man.
5 They sell the pasture now to buy the horse,
 Following the mirror of all Christian kings
 With wingèd heels, as English Mercurys.
 For now sits Expectation in the air
 And hides a sword, from hilts unto the point,
10 With crowns imperial, crowns, and coronets
 Promised to Harry and his followers.
 The French, advised by good intelligence
 Of this most dreadful preparation,
 Shake in their fear, and with pale policy
15 Seek to divert the English purposes.
 O England, model to thy inward greatness,
 Like little body with a mighty heart,
 What might’st thou do, that honor would thee do,
 Were all thy children kind and natural!
20 But see, thy fault France hath in thee found out,
 A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills
 With treacherous crowns, and three corrupted men—
 One, Richard, Earl of Cambridge, and the second,
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 Henry, Lord Scroop of Masham, and the third,
25 Sir Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland—
 Have, for the gilt of France (O guilt indeed!),
 Confirmed conspiracy with fearful France,
 And by their hands this grace of kings must die,
 If hell and treason hold their promises,
30 Ere he take ship for France, and in Southampton.
 Linger your patience on, and we’ll digest
 Th’ abuse of distance, force a play.
 The sum is paid, the traitors are agreed,
 The King is set from London, and the scene
35 Is now transported, gentles, to Southampton.
 There is the playhouse now, there must you sit,
 And thence to France shall we convey you safe
 And bring you back, charming the narrow seas
 To give you gentle pass; for, if we may,
40 We’ll not offend one stomach with our play.
 But, till the King come forth, and not till then,
 Unto Southampton do we shift our scene.
He exits.


Scene 1
Enter Corporal Nym and Lieutenant Bardolph.

BARDOLPH Well met, Corporal Nym.
NYM Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph.
BARDOLPH What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends
 yet?
NYM 5For my part, I care not. I say little, but when time
 shall serve, there shall be smiles; but that shall be as
 it may. I dare not fight, but I will wink and hold out
 mine iron. It is a simple one, but what though? It
 will toast cheese, and it will endure cold as another
10 man’s sword will, and there’s an end.
BARDOLPH I will bestow a breakfast to make you

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 friends, and we’ll be all three sworn brothers to
 France. Let ’t be so, good Corporal Nym.
NYM Faith, I will live so long as I may, that’s the
15 certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I
 will do as I may. That is my rest, that is the
 rendezvous of it.
BARDOLPH It is certain, corporal, that he is married to
 Nell Quickly, and certainly she did you wrong, for
20 you were troth-plight to her.
NYM I cannot tell. Things must be as they may. Men
 may sleep, and they may have their throats about
 them at that time, and some say knives have edges.
 It must be as it may. Though patience be a tired
25 mare, yet she will plod. There must be conclusions.
 Well, I cannot tell.

Enter Pistol and Hostess Quickly.

BARDOLPH Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife.
 Good corporal, be patient here.—How now, mine
 host Pistol?
PISTOL 30Base tyke, call’st thou me host? Now, by this
 hand, I swear I scorn the term, nor shall my Nell
 keep lodgers.
HOSTESS No, by my troth, not long; for we cannot
 lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen
35 that live honestly by the prick of their needles but it
 will be thought we keep a bawdy house straight.
Nym and Pistol draw their swords.
 O well-a-day, Lady! If he be not hewn now, we shall
 see willful adultery and murder committed.
BARDOLPH Good lieutenant, good corporal, offer nothing
40 here.
NYM Pish!
PISTOL Pish for thee, Iceland dog, thou prick-eared
 cur of Iceland!

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HOSTESS Good Corporal Nym, show thy valor, and put
45 up your sword.
NYM Will you shog off? To Pistol. I would have you
 solus.
PISTOL “Solus,” egregious dog? O viper vile, the solus
 in thy most marvelous face, the solus in thy teeth
50 and in thy throat and in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy
 maw, perdy, and, which is worse, within thy nasty
 mouth! I do retort the solus in thy bowels, for I can
 take, and Pistol’s cock is up, and flashing fire will
 follow.
NYM 55I am not Barbason, you cannot conjure me. I
 have an humor to knock you indifferently well. If
 you grow foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with
 my rapier, as I may, in fair terms. If you would walk
 off, I would prick your guts a little in good terms, as
60 I may, and that’s the humor of it.
PISTOL 
 O braggart vile and damnèd furious wight,
 The grave doth gape, and doting death is near.
 Therefore exhale.
BARDOLPH Hear me, hear me what I say: he that strikes
65 the first stroke, I’ll run him up to the hilts, as I am a
 soldier.He draws.
PISTOL An oath of mickle might, and fury shall abate.
Pistol and Nym and then Bardolph
sheathe their swords.

 Give me thy fist, thy forefoot to me give. Thy spirits
 are most tall.
NYM, to Pistol 70I will cut thy throat one time or other
 in fair terms, that is the humor of it.
PISTOL Couple à gorge, that is the word. I defy thee
 again. O hound of Crete, think’st thou my spouse to
 get? No, to the spital go, and from the powd’ring tub
75 of infamy fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid’s kind,
 Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse. I

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 have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly for the
 only she: and pauca, there’s enough too! Go to.

Enter the Boy.

BOY Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master,
80 and your hostess. He is very sick and would to
 bed.—Good Bardolph, put thy face between his
 sheets, and do the office of a warming-pan. Faith,
 he’s very ill.
BARDOLPH Away, you rogue!
HOSTESS 85By my troth, he’ll yield the crow a pudding
 one of these days. The King has killed his heart.
 Good husband, come home presently.
She exits with the Boy.
BARDOLPH Come, shall I make you two friends? We
 must to France together. Why the devil should we
90 keep knives to cut one another’s throats?
PISTOL 
 Let floods o’erswell and fiends for food howl on!
NYM You’ll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at
 betting?
PISTOL Base is the slave that pays.
NYM 95That now I will have, that’s the humor of it.
PISTOL As manhood shall compound. Push home.
They draw.
BARDOLPH, drawing his sword By this sword, he that
 makes the first thrust, I’ll kill him. By this sword, I
 will.
PISTOL, sheathing his sword 100“Sword” is an oath, and
 oaths must have their course.
BARDOLPH Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be
 friends; an thou wilt not, why then be enemies with
 me too. Prithee, put up.
PISTOL, to Nym 105A noble shalt thou have, and present
 pay, and liquor likewise will I give to thee, and

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 friendship shall combine, and brotherhood. I’ll live
 by Nym, and Nym shall live by me. Is not this just?
 For I shall sutler be unto the camp, and profits will
110 accrue. Give me thy hand.
NYM I shall have my noble?
PISTOL In cash, most justly paid.
NYM Well, then, that’s the humor of ’t.
Nym and Bardolph sheathe their swords.

Enter Hostess.

HOSTESS As ever you come of women, come in quickly
115 to Sir John. Ah, poor heart, he is so shaked of a
 burning quotidian-tertian that it is most lamentable
 to behold. Sweet men, come to him.
NYM The King hath run bad humors on the knight,
 that’s the even of it.
PISTOL 120Nym, thou hast spoke the right. His heart is
 fracted and corroborate.
NYM The King is a good king, but it must be as it may;
 he passes some humors and careers.
PISTOL Let us condole the knight, for, lambkins, we
125 will live.
They exit.


Scene 2
Enter Exeter, Bedford, and Westmoreland.

BEDFORD 
 ’Fore God, his Grace is bold to trust these traitors.
EXETER 
 They shall be apprehended by and by.
WESTMORELAND 
 How smooth and even they do bear themselves,
 As if allegiance in their bosoms sat
5 Crownèd with faith and constant loyalty.

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BEDFORD 
 The King hath note of all that they intend,
 By interception which they dream not of.
EXETER 
 Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow,
 Whom he hath dulled and cloyed with gracious
10 favors—
 That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell
 His sovereign’s life to death and treachery!

Sound Trumpets. Enter the King of England,
Scroop, Cambridge, and Grey, with Attendants.


KING HENRY 
 Now sits the wind fair, and we will aboard.—
 My Lord of Cambridge, and my kind Lord of
15 Masham,
 And you, my gentle knight, give me your thoughts.
 Think you not that the powers we bear with us
 Will cut their passage through the force of France,
 Doing the execution and the act
20 For which we have in head assembled them?
SCROOP 
 No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best.
KING HENRY 
 I doubt not that, since we are well persuaded
 We carry not a heart with us from hence
 That grows not in a fair consent with ours,
25 Nor leave not one behind that doth not wish
 Success and conquest to attend on us.
CAMBRIDGE 
 Never was monarch better feared and loved
 Than is your Majesty. There’s not, I think, a subject
 That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness
30 Under the sweet shade of your government.
GREY 
 True. Those that were your father’s enemies

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 Have steeped their galls in honey, and do serve you
 With hearts create of duty and of zeal.
KING HENRY 
 We therefore have great cause of thankfulness,
35 And shall forget the office of our hand
 Sooner than quittance of desert and merit
 According to the weight and worthiness.
SCROOP 
 So service shall with steelèd sinews toil,
 And labor shall refresh itself with hope
40 To do your Grace incessant services.
KING HENRY 
 We judge no less.—Uncle of Exeter,
 Enlarge the man committed yesterday
 That railed against our person. We consider
 It was excess of wine that set him on,
45 And on his more advice we pardon him.
SCROOP 
 That’s mercy, but too much security.
 Let him be punished, sovereign, lest example
 Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind.
KING HENRY O, let us yet be merciful.
CAMBRIDGE 
50 So may your Highness, and yet punish too.
GREY 
 Sir, you show great mercy if you give him life
 After the taste of much correction.
KING HENRY 
 Alas, your too much love and care of me
 Are heavy orisons ’gainst this poor wretch.
55 If little faults proceeding on distemper
 Shall not be winked at, how shall we stretch our eye
 When capital crimes, chewed, swallowed, and
 digested,
 Appear before us? We’ll yet enlarge that man,

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60 Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey, in their dear
 care
 And tender preservation of our person,
 Would have him punished. And now to our French
 causes.
65 Who are the late commissioners?
CAMBRIDGE  I one, my lord.
 Your Highness bade me ask for it today.
SCROOP So did you me, my liege.
GREY And I, my royal sovereign.
KING HENRY, giving them papers 
70 Then Richard, Earl of Cambridge, there is yours—
 There yours, Lord Scroop of Masham.—And, sir
 knight,
 Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours.—
 Read them, and know I know your worthiness.—
75 My Lord of Westmoreland and uncle Exeter,
 We will aboard tonight.—Why how now, gentlemen?
 What see you in those papers, that you lose
 So much complexion?—Look you, how they change.
 Their cheeks are paper.—Why, what read you there
80 That have so cowarded and chased your blood
 Out of appearance?
CAMBRIDGE  I do confess my fault,
 And do submit me to your Highness’ mercy.
GREY/SCROOP To which we all appeal.
KING HENRY 
85 The mercy that was quick in us but late
 By your own counsel is suppressed and killed.
 You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy,
 For your own reasons turn into your bosoms
 As dogs upon their masters, worrying you.—
90 See you, my princes and my noble peers,
 These English monsters. My Lord of Cambridge
 here,
 You know how apt our love was to accord

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 To furnish him with all appurtenants
95 Belonging to his honor, and this man
 Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspired
 And sworn unto the practices of France
 To kill us here in Hampton; to the which
 This knight, no less for bounty bound to us
100 Than Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn.—But O,
 What shall I say to thee, Lord Scroop, thou cruel,
 Ingrateful, savage, and inhuman creature?
 Thou that didst bear the key of all my counsels,
 That knew’st the very bottom of my soul,
105 That almost mightst have coined me into gold,
 Wouldst thou have practiced on me for thy use—
 May it be possible that foreign hire
 Could out of thee extract one spark of evil
 That might annoy my finger? ’Tis so strange
110 That, though the truth of it stands off as gross
 As black and white, my eye will scarcely see it.
 Treason and murder ever kept together,
 As two yoke-devils sworn to either’s purpose,
 Working so grossly in a natural cause
115 That admiration did not whoop at them.
 But thou, ’gainst all proportion, didst bring in
 Wonder to wait on treason and on murder,
 And whatsoever cunning fiend it was
 That wrought upon thee so preposterously
120 Hath got the voice in hell for excellence.
 All other devils that suggest by treasons
 Do botch and bungle up damnation
 With patches, colors, and with forms being fetched
 From glist’ring semblances of piety;
125 But he that tempered thee bade thee stand up,
 Gave thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason,
 Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.
 If that same demon that hath gulled thee thus
 Should with his lion gait walk the whole world,

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130 He might return to vasty Tartar back
 And tell the legions “I can never win
 A soul so easy as that Englishman’s.”
 O, how hast thou with jealousy infected
 The sweetness of affiance! Show men dutiful?
135 Why, so didst thou. Seem they grave and learnèd?
 Why, so didst thou. Come they of noble family?
 Why, so didst thou. Seem they religious?
 Why, so didst thou. Or are they spare in diet,
 Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger,
140 Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood,
 Garnished and decked in modest complement,
 Not working with the eye without the ear,
 And but in purgèd judgment trusting neither?
 Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.
145 And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot
 To mark the full-fraught man and best endued
 With some suspicion. I will weep for thee,
 For this revolt of thine methinks is like
 Another fall of man.—Their faults are open.
150 Arrest them to the answer of the law,
 And God acquit them of their practices.
EXETER I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of
 Richard, Earl of Cambridge.—
 I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of
155 Henry, Lord Scroop of Masham.—
 I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of
 Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland.
SCROOP 
 Our purposes God justly hath discovered,
 And I repent my fault more than my death,
160 Which I beseech your Highness to forgive,
 Although my body pay the price of it.
CAMBRIDGE 
 For me, the gold of France did not seduce,
 Although I did admit it as a motive
 The sooner to effect what I intended;

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165 But God be thankèd for prevention,
 Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice,
 Beseeching God and you to pardon me.
GREY 
 Never did faithful subject more rejoice
 At the discovery of most dangerous treason
170 Than I do at this hour joy o’er myself,
 Prevented from a damnèd enterprise.
 My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign.
KING HENRY 
 God quit you in His mercy. Hear your sentence:
 You have conspired against our royal person,
175 Joined with an enemy proclaimed, and from his
 coffers
 Received the golden earnest of our death,
 Wherein you would have sold your king to
 slaughter,
180 His princes and his peers to servitude,
 His subjects to oppression and contempt,
 And his whole kingdom into desolation.
 Touching our person, seek we no revenge,
 But we our kingdom’s safety must so tender,
185 Whose ruin you have sought, that to her laws
 We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence,
 Poor miserable wretches, to your death,
 The taste whereof God of His mercy give
 You patience to endure, and true repentance
190 Of all your dear offenses.—Bear them hence.
They exit under guard.
 Now, lords, for France, the enterprise whereof
 Shall be to you as us, like glorious.
 We doubt not of a fair and lucky war,
 Since God so graciously hath brought to light
195 This dangerous treason lurking in our way
 To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now

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 But every rub is smoothèd on our way.
 Then forth, dear countrymen. Let us deliver
 Our puissance into the hand of God,
200 Putting it straight in expedition.
 Cheerly to sea. The signs of war advance.
 No king of England if not king of France.
Flourish. They exit.


Scene 3
Enter Pistol, Nym, Bardolph, Boy, and Hostess.

HOSTESS Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring
 thee to Staines.
PISTOL No; for my manly heart doth earn.—Bardolph,
 be blithe.—Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins.— Boy,
5 bristle thy courage up. For Falstaff, he is dead, and
 we must earn therefore.
BARDOLPH Would I were with him, wheresome’er he
 is, either in heaven or in hell.
HOSTESS Nay, sure, he’s not in hell! He’s in Arthur’s
10 bosom, if ever man went to Arthur’s bosom. He
 made a finer end, and went away an it had been any
 christom child. He parted ev’n just between twelve
 and one, ev’n at the turning o’ th’ tide; for after I saw
 him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers
15 and smile upon his finger’s end, I knew there was
 but one way, for his nose was as sharp as a pen and
 he talked of green fields. “How now, Sir John?”
 quoth I. “What, man, be o’ good cheer!” So he cried
 out “God, God, God!” three or four times. Now I, to
20 comfort him, bid him he should not think of God; I
 hoped there was no need to trouble himself with
 any such thoughts yet. So he bade me lay more
 clothes on his feet. I put my hand into the bed and
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25 felt to his knees, and so upward and upward, and
 all was as cold as any stone.
NYM They say he cried out of sack.
HOSTESS Ay, that he did.
BARDOLPH And of women.
HOSTESS 30Nay, that he did not.
BOY Yes, that he did, and said they were devils
 incarnate.
HOSTESS He could never abide carnation. ’Twas a
 color he never liked.
BOY 35He said once, the devil would have him about
 women.
HOSTESS He did in some sort, indeed, handle women,
 but then he was rheumatic and talked of the Whore
 of Babylon.
BOY 40Do you not remember he saw a flea stick upon
 Bardolph’s nose, and he said it was a black soul
 burning in hell?
BARDOLPH Well, the fuel is gone that maintained that
 fire. That’s all the riches I got in his service.
NYM 45Shall we shog? The King will be gone from
 Southampton.
PISTOL Come, let’s away.—My love, give me thy lips.
 They kiss. Look to my chattels and my movables.
 Let senses rule. The word is “Pitch and pay.” Trust
50 none, for oaths are straws, men’s faiths are wafer-cakes,
 and Holdfast is the only dog, my duck.
 Therefore, Caveto be thy counselor. Go, clear thy
 crystals.—Yoke-fellows in arms, let us to France,
 like horse-leeches, my boys, to suck, to suck, the
55 very blood to suck.
BOY And that’s but unwholesome food, they say.
PISTOL Touch her soft mouth, and march.
BARDOLPH, kissing the Hostess Farewell, hostess.
NYM I cannot kiss, that is the humor of it. But adieu.

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PISTOL, to the Hostess 60Let huswifery appear. Keep
 close, I thee command.
HOSTESS Farewell. Adieu.
They exit.


Scene 4
Flourish. Enter the French King, the Dauphin, the Dukes
 of Berri and Brittany, the Constable, and others.


KING OF FRANCE 
 Thus comes the English with full power upon us,
 And more than carefully it us concerns
 To answer royally in our defenses.
 Therefore the Dukes of Berri and of Brittany,
5 Of Brabant and of Orléans, shall make forth,
 And you, Prince Dauphin, with all swift dispatch,
 To line and new-repair our towns of war
 With men of courage and with means defendant.
 For England his approaches makes as fierce
10 As waters to the sucking of a gulf.
 It fits us then to be as provident
 As fear may teach us out of late examples
 Left by the fatal and neglected English
 Upon our fields.
DAUPHIN 15 My most redoubted father,
 It is most meet we arm us ’gainst the foe,
 For peace itself should not so dull a kingdom,
 Though war nor no known quarrel were in question
 But that defenses, musters, preparations
20 Should be maintained, assembled, and collected
 As were a war in expectation.
 Therefore I say ’tis meet we all go forth
 To view the sick and feeble parts of France.
 And let us do it with no show of fear,
25 No, with no more than if we heard that England

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 Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance.
 For, my good liege, she is so idly kinged,
 Her scepter so fantastically borne
 By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth,
30 That fear attends her not.
CONSTABLE  O peace, Prince Dauphin!
 You are too much mistaken in this king.
 Question your Grace the late ambassadors
 With what great state he heard their embassy,
35 How well supplied with noble councillors,
 How modest in exception, and withal
 How terrible in constant resolution,
 And you shall find his vanities forespent
 Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus,
40 Covering discretion with a coat of folly,
 As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots
 That shall first spring and be most delicate.
DAUPHIN 
 Well, ’tis not so, my Lord High Constable.
 But though we think it so, it is no matter.
45 In cases of defense, ’tis best to weigh
 The enemy more mighty than he seems.
 So the proportions of defense are filled,
 Which of a weak and niggardly projection
 Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat with scanting
50 A little cloth.
KING OF FRANCE  Think we King Harry strong,
 And, princes, look you strongly arm to meet him.
 The kindred of him hath been fleshed upon us,
 And he is bred out of that bloody strain
55 That haunted us in our familiar paths.
 Witness our too-much-memorable shame
 When Cressy battle fatally was struck
 And all our princes captived by the hand
 Of that black name, Edward, Black Prince of
60 Wales,

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 Whiles that his mountain sire, on mountain standing
 Up in the air, crowned with the golden sun,
 Saw his heroical seed and smiled to see him
 Mangle the work of nature and deface
65 The patterns that by God and by French fathers
 Had twenty years been made. This is a stem
 Of that victorious stock, and let us fear
 The native mightiness and fate of him.

Enter a Messenger.

MESSENGER 
 Ambassadors from Harry King of England
70 Do crave admittance to your Majesty.
KING OF FRANCE 
 We’ll give them present audience. Go, and bring
 them.Messenger exits.
 You see this chase is hotly followed, friends.
DAUPHIN 
 Turn head and stop pursuit, for coward dogs
75 Most spend their mouths when what they seem to
 threaten
 Runs far before them. Good my sovereign,
 Take up the English short, and let them know
 Of what a monarchy you are the head.
80 Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
 As self-neglecting.

Enter Exeter, with Lords and Attendants.

KING OF FRANCE From our brother of England?
EXETER 
 From him, and thus he greets your Majesty:
 He wills you, in the name of God almighty,
85 That you divest yourself and lay apart
 The borrowed glories that, by gift of heaven,
 By law of nature and of nations, ’longs
 To him and to his heirs—namely, the crown

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 And all wide-stretchèd honors that pertain
90 By custom and the ordinance of times
 Unto the crown of France. That you may know
 ’Tis no sinister nor no awkward claim
 Picked from the wormholes of long-vanished days
 Nor from the dust of old oblivion raked,
95 He sends you this most memorable line,
He offers a paper.
 In every branch truly demonstrative,
 Willing you overlook this pedigree,
 And when you find him evenly derived
 From his most famed of famous ancestors,
100 Edward the Third, he bids you then resign
 Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held
 From him, the native and true challenger.
KING OF FRANCE Or else what follows?
EXETER 
 Bloody constraint, for if you hide the crown
105 Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it.
 Therefore in fierce tempest is he coming,
 In thunder and in earthquake like a Jove,
 That, if requiring fail, he will compel,
 And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord,
110 Deliver up the crown and to take mercy
 On the poor souls for whom this hungry war
 Opens his vasty jaws, and on your head
 Turning the widows’ tears, the orphans’ cries,
 The dead men’s blood, the privèd maidens’
115 groans,
 For husbands, fathers, and betrothèd lovers
 That shall be swallowed in this controversy.
 This is his claim, his threat’ning, and my message—
 Unless the Dauphin be in presence here,
120 To whom expressly I bring greeting too.
KING OF FRANCE 
 For us, we will consider of this further.

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 Tomorrow shall you bear our full intent
 Back to our brother of England.
DAUPHIN, to Exeter  For the Dauphin,
125 I stand here for him. What to him from England?
EXETER 
 Scorn and defiance, slight regard, contempt,
 And anything that may not misbecome
 The mighty sender, doth he prize you at.
 Thus says my king: an if your father’s Highness
130 Do not, in grant of all demands at large,
 Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his Majesty,
 He’ll call you to so hot an answer of it
 That caves and womby vaultages of France
 Shall chide your trespass and return your mock
135 In second accent of his ordinance.
DAUPHIN 
 Say, if my father render fair return,
 It is against my will, for I desire
 Nothing but odds with England. To that end,
 As matching to his youth and vanity,
140 I did present him with the Paris balls.
EXETER 
 He’ll make your Paris Louvre shake for it,
 Were it the mistress court of mighty Europe.
 And be assured you’ll find a difference,
 As we his subjects have in wonder found,
145 Between the promise of his greener days
 And these he masters now. Now he weighs time
 Even to the utmost grain. That you shall read
 In your own losses, if he stay in France.
KING OF FRANCE 
 Tomorrow shall you know our mind at full.
Flourish.
EXETER 
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 Come here himself to question our delay,
 For he is footed in this land already.
KING OF FRANCE 
 You shall be soon dispatched with fair conditions.
 A night is but small breath and little pause
155 To answer matters of this consequence.
Flourish. They exit.


ACT 3

Enter Chorus.

CHORUS 
 Thus with imagined wing our swift scene flies
 In motion of no less celerity
 Than that of thought. Suppose that you have seen
 The well-appointed king at Dover pier
5 Embark his royalty, and his brave fleet
 With silken streamers the young Phoebus
 fanning.
 Play with your fancies and in them behold,
 Upon the hempen tackle, shipboys climbing.
10 Hear the shrill whistle, which doth order give
 To sounds confused. Behold the threaden sails,
 Borne with th’ invisible and creeping wind,
 Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea,
 Breasting the lofty surge. O, do but think
15 You stand upon the rivage and behold
 A city on th’ inconstant billows dancing,
 For so appears this fleet majestical,
 Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow!
 Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy,
20 And leave your England, as dead midnight still,
 Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old women,
 Either past or not arrived to pith and puissance,
 For who is he whose chin is but enriched
 With one appearing hair that will not follow
83

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25 These culled and choice-drawn cavaliers to France?
 Work, work your thoughts, and therein see a siege;
 Behold the ordnance on their carriages,
 With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.
 Suppose th’ Ambassador from the French comes
30 back,
 Tells Harry that the King doth offer him
 Katherine his daughter and with her, to dowry,
 Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms.
 The offer likes not, and the nimble gunner
35 With linstock now the devilish cannon touches,
Alarum, and chambers go off.
 And down goes all before them. Still be kind,
 And eke out our performance with your mind.
He exits.


Scene 1
Enter the King of England, Exeter, Bedford, and
Gloucester. Alarum. Enter Soldiers with scaling
ladders at Harfleur.


KING HENRY 
 Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once
 more,
 Or close the wall up with our English dead!
 In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
5 As modest stillness and humility,
 But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
 Then imitate the action of the tiger:
 Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
 Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage,
10 Then lend the eye a terrible aspect,
 Let it pry through the portage of the head
 Like the brass cannon, let the brow o’erwhelm it
 As fearfully as doth a gallèd rock

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 O’erhang and jutty his confounded base
15 Swilled with the wild and wasteful ocean.
 Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide,
 Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit
 To his full height. On, on, you noblest English,
 Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof,
20 Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
 Have in these parts from morn till even fought,
 And sheathed their swords for lack of argument.
 Dishonor not your mothers. Now attest
 That those whom you called fathers did beget you.
25 Be copy now to men of grosser blood
 And teach them how to war. And you, good
 yeomen,
 Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
 The mettle of your pasture. Let us swear
30 That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt
 not,
 For there is none of you so mean and base
 That hath not noble luster in your eyes.
 I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
35 Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot.
 Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
 Cry “God for Harry, England, and Saint George!”
Alarum, and chambers go off.
They exit.


Scene 2
Enter Nym, Bardolph, Pistol, and Boy.

BARDOLPH On, on, on, on, on! To the breach, to the
 breach!
NYM Pray thee, corporal, stay. The knocks are too hot,
 and, for mine own part, I have not a case of lives.
5 The humor of it is too hot; that is the very plainsong
 of it.

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PISTOL “The plainsong” is most just, for humors do
 abound.
 Knocks go and come. God’s vassals drop and die,
Sings10  And sword and shield,
  In bloody field,
 Doth win immortal fame.

BOY Would I were in an alehouse in London! I would
 give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety.
PISTOL 15And I.
Sings If wishes would prevail with me,
 My purpose should not fail with me,
  But thither would I hie.

BOY sings   As duly,
20  But not as truly,
 As bird doth sing on bough.


Enter Fluellen.

FLUELLEN 
 Up to the breach, you dogs! Avaunt, you cullions!
PISTOL Be merciful, great duke, to men of mold. Abate
 thy rage, abate thy manly rage, abate thy rage, great
25 duke. Good bawcock, ’bate thy rage. Use lenity,
 sweet chuck.
NYM, to Fluellen These be good humors. Your Honor
 wins bad humors.
All but the Boy exit.
BOY As young as I am, I have observed these three
30 swashers. I am boy to them all three, but all they
 three, though they would serve me, could not be
 man to me. For indeed three such antics do not
 amount to a man: for Bardolph, he is white-livered
 and red-faced, by the means whereof he faces it out
35 but fights not; for Pistol, he hath a killing tongue
 and a quiet sword, by the means whereof he breaks
 words and keeps whole weapons; for Nym, he hath
 heard that men of few words are the best men, and

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 therefore he scorns to say his prayers, lest he should
40 be thought a coward, but his few bad words are
 matched with as few good deeds, for he never broke
 any man’s head but his own, and that was against a
 post when he was drunk. They will steal anything
 and call it purchase. Bardolph stole a lute case, bore
45 it twelve leagues, and sold it for three halfpence.
 Nym and Bardolph are sworn brothers in filching,
 and in Calais they stole a fire shovel. I knew by that
 piece of service the men would carry coals. They
 would have me as familiar with men’s pockets as
50 their gloves or their handkerchers, which makes
 much against my manhood, if I should take from
 another’s pocket to put into mine, for it is plain
 pocketing up of wrongs. I must leave them and seek
 some better service. Their villainy goes against my
55 weak stomach, and therefore I must cast it up.
He exits.

Enter Fluellen and Gower.

GOWER Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to
 the mines; the Duke of Gloucester would speak
 with you.
FLUELLEN To the mines? Tell you the Duke it is not so
60 good to come to the mines, for, look you, the mines
 is not according to the disciplines of the war. The
 concavities of it is not sufficient, for, look you, th’
 athversary, you may discuss unto the Duke, look
 you, is digt himself four yard under the countermines.
65 By Cheshu, I think he will plow up all if
 there is not better directions.
GOWER The Duke of Gloucester, to whom the order of
 the siege is given, is altogether directed by an
 Irishman, a very valiant gentleman, i’ faith.
FLUELLEN 70It is Captain Macmorris, is it not?
GOWER I think it be.

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FLUELLEN By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the world. I
 will verify as much in his beard. He has no more
 directions in the true disciplines of the wars, look
75 you, of the Roman disciplines, than is a puppy dog.

Enter Captain Macmorris, and Captain Jamy.

GOWER Here he comes, and the Scots captain, Captain
 Jamy, with him.
FLUELLEN Captain Jamy is a marvelous falorous gentleman,
 that is certain, and of great expedition and
80 knowledge in th’ aunchient wars, upon my particular
 knowledge of his directions. By Cheshu, he will
 maintain his argument as well as any military man
 in the world in the disciplines of the pristine wars
 of the Romans.
JAMY 85I say gudday, Captain Fluellen.
FLUELLEN Godden to your Worship, good Captain
 James.
GOWER How now, Captain Macmorris, have you quit
 the mines? Have the pioners given o’er?
MACMORRIS 90By Chrish, la, ’tish ill done. The work ish
 give over. The trompet sound the retreat. By my
 hand I swear, and my father’s soul, the work ish ill
 done. It ish give over. I would have blowed up the
 town, so Chrish save me, la, in an hour. O, ’tish ill
95 done, ’tish ill done, by my hand, ’tish ill done.
FLUELLEN Captain Macmorris, I beseech you now,
 will you voutsafe me, look you, a few disputations
 with you as partly touching or concerning the
 disciplines of the war, the Roman wars? In the way
100 of argument, look you, and friendly communication,
 partly to satisfy my opinion, and partly for the
 satisfaction, look you, of my mind, as touching the
 direction of the military discipline, that is the point.
JAMY It sall be vary gud, gud feith, gud captens bath,

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105 and I sall quit you with gud leve, as I may pick
 occasion, that sall I, marry.
MACMORRIS It is no time to discourse, so Chrish save
 me. The day is hot, and the weather, and the wars,
 and the King, and the dukes. It is no time to
110 discourse. The town is beseeched. An the trumpet
 call us to the breach and we talk and, be Chrish, do
 nothing, ’tis shame for us all. So God sa’ me, ’tis
 shame to stand still. It is shame, by my hand. And
 there is throats to be cut, and works to be done,
115 and there ish nothing done, so Christ sa’ me, la.
JAMY By the Mess, ere theise eyes of mine take themselves
 to slomber, ay’ll de gud service, or I’ll lig i’
 th’ grund for it, ay, or go to death. And I’ll pay ’t as
 valorously as I may, that sall I suerly do, that is the
120 breff and the long. Marry, I wad full fain heard
 some question ’tween you tway.
FLUELLEN Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, under
 your correction, there is not many of your
 nation—
MACMORRIS 125Of my nation? What ish my nation? Ish a
 villain and a basterd and a knave and a rascal. What
 ish my nation? Who talks of my nation?
FLUELLEN Look you, if you take the matter otherwise
 than is meant, Captain Macmorris, peradventure I
130 shall think you do not use me with that affability as,
 in discretion, you ought to use me, look you, being
 as good a man as yourself, both in the disciplines of
 war and in the derivation of my birth, and in other
 particularities.
MACMORRIS 135I do not know you so good a man as
 myself. So Chrish save me, I will cut off your head.
GOWER Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.
JAMY Ah, that’s a foul fault.
A parley sounds.
GOWER The town sounds a parley.

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FLUELLEN 140Captain Macmorris, when there is more
 better opportunity to be required, look you, I will
 be so bold as to tell you I know the disciplines of
 war, and there is an end.
They exit.


Scene 3
Enter the King of England and all his train
before the gates.


KING HENRY, to the men of Harfleur 
 How yet resolves the Governor of the town?
 This is the latest parle we will admit.
 Therefore to our best mercy give yourselves
 Or, like to men proud of destruction,
5 Defy us to our worst. For, as I am a soldier,
 A name that in my thoughts becomes me best,
 If I begin the batt’ry once again,
 I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur
 Till in her ashes she lie burièd.
10 The gates of mercy shall be all shut up,
 And the fleshed soldier, rough and hard of heart,
 In liberty of bloody hand, shall range
 With conscience wide as hell, mowing like grass
 Your fresh fair virgins and your flow’ring infants.
15 What is it then to me if impious war,
 Arrayed in flames like to the prince of fiends,
 Do with his smirched complexion all fell feats
 Enlinked to waste and desolation?
 What is ’t to me, when you yourselves are cause,
20 If your pure maidens fall into the hand
 Of hot and forcing violation?
 What rein can hold licentious wickedness
 When down the hill he holds his fierce career?
 We may as bootless spend our vain command

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25 Upon th’ enragèd soldiers in their spoil
 As send precepts to the Leviathan
 To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur,
 Take pity of your town and of your people
 Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command,
30 Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace
 O’erblows the filthy and contagious clouds
 Of heady murder, spoil, and villainy.
 If not, why, in a moment look to see
 The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand
35 Desire the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters,
 Your fathers taken by the silver beards
 And their most reverend heads dashed to the walls,
 Your naked infants spitted upon pikes
 Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confused
40 Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry
 At Herod’s bloody-hunting slaughtermen.
 What say you? Will you yield and this avoid
 Or, guilty in defense, be thus destroyed?

Enter Governor.

GOVERNOR 
 Our expectation hath this day an end.
45 The Dauphin, whom of succors we entreated,
 Returns us that his powers are yet not ready
 To raise so great a siege. Therefore, great king,
 We yield our town and lives to thy soft mercy.
 Enter our gates, dispose of us and ours,
50 For we no longer are defensible.
KING HENRY 
 Open your gates.Governor exits.
 Come, uncle Exeter,
 Go you and enter Harfleur. There remain,
 And fortify it strongly ’gainst the French.
55 Use mercy to them all for us, dear uncle.

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 The winter coming on and sickness growing
 Upon our soldiers, we will retire to Calais.
 Tonight in Harfleur will we be your guest.
 Tomorrow for the march are we addressed.
Flourish, and enter the town.


Scene 4
Enter Katherine and Alice, an old Gentlewoman.

KATHERINE Alice, tu as été en Angleterre, et tu parles
 bien le langage.

ALICE Un peu, madame.
KATHERINE Je te prie, m’enseignez. Il faut que j’apprenne
5 à parler. Comment appelez-vous
 “la main” en
 anglais?

ALICE La main? Elle est appelée “de hand.”
KATHERINE De hand. Et “les doigts”?
ALICE Les doigts? Ma foi, j’oublie les doigts; mais je
10 me souviendrai. Les doigts? Je pense qu’ils sont
 appelés
 “de fingres”; oui, de fingres.
KATHERINE La main, de hand. Les doigts, le fingres.
 Je pense que je suis le bon écolier. J’ai gagné deux
 mots d’anglais vitement. Comment appelez-vous
 “les
15 ongles”
?
ALICE Les ongles? Nous les appelons “de nailes.”
KATHERINE De nailes. Écoutez. Dites-moi si je parle
 bien:
 de hand, de fingres, et de nailes.
ALICE C’est bien dit, madame. Il est fort bon anglais.
KATHERINE 20Dites-moi l’anglais pour “le bras.”
ALICE “De arme,” madame.
KATHERINE Et “le coude”?
ALICE “D’ elbow.”
KATHERINE D’ elbow. Je m’en fais la répétition de tous
25 les mots que vous m’avez appris dès à présent.

ALICE Il est trop difficile, madame, comme je pense.

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KATHERINE Excusez-moi, Alice. Écoutez: d’ hand, de
 fingre, de nailes, d’ arma, de bilbow.
ALICE D’ elbow, madame.
KATHERINE 30Ô Seigneur Dieu! Je m’en oublie; d’ elbow.
 Comment appelez-vous “le col”?
ALICE “De nick,” madame.
KATHERINE De nick. Et “le menton”?
ALICE “De chin.”
KATHERINE 35De sin. Le col, de nick; le menton, de sin.
ALICE Oui. Sauf votre honneur, en vérité vous prononcez
 les mots aussi droit que les natifs d’Angleterre.

KATHERINE Je ne doute point d’apprendre, par le grâce
 de Dieu, et en peu de temps.

ALICE 40N’avez-vous pas déjà oublié ce que je vous ai
 enseigné?

KATHERINE Non. Je réciterai à vous promptement: d’
 hand, de fingre, de mailes—
ALICE De nailes, madame.
KATHERINE 45De nailes, de arme, de ilbow—
ALICE Sauf votre honneur, d’ elbow.
KATHERINE Ainsi dis-je: d’ elbow, de nick, et de sin.
 Comment appelez-vous “le pied” et “la robe”?
ALICE “Le foot,” madame, et “le count.”
KATHERINE 50Le foot, et le count. Ô Seigneur Dieu! Ils
 sont les mots de son mauvais, corruptible, gros, et
 impudique, et non pour les dames d’honneur d’user.
 Je ne voudrais prononcer ces mots devant les seigneurs
 de France, pour tout le monde. Foh!
 Le foot et le
55 count! Néanmoins, je réciterai une autre fois ma
 leçon ensemble:
 d’ hand, de fingre, de nailes, d’
 arme, d’ elbow, de nick, de sin, de foot, le count.
ALICE Excellent, madame.
KATHERINE C’est assez pour une fois. Allons-nous à
60 dîner.

They exit.




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Scene 5
Enter the King of France, the Dauphin, the Duke of
Brittany, the Constable of France, and others.


KING OF FRANCE 
 ’Tis certain he hath passed the river Somme.
CONSTABLE 
 An if he be not fought withal, my lord,
 Let us not live in France. Let us quit all,
 And give our vineyards to a barbarous people.
DAUPHIN 
5 Ô Dieu vivant, shall a few sprays of us,
 The emptying of our fathers’ luxury,
 Our scions, put in wild and savage stock,
 Spurt up so suddenly into the clouds
 And overlook their grafters?
BRITTANY 
10 Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards!
 Mort de ma vie, if they march along
 Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom
 To buy a slobb’ry and a dirty farm
 In that nook-shotten isle of Albion.
CONSTABLE 
15 Dieu de batailles, where have they this mettle?
 Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull,
 On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale,
 Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden water,
 A drench for sur-reined jades, their barley broth,
20 Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?
 And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine,
 Seem frosty? O, for honor of our land,
 Let us not hang like roping icicles
 Upon our houses’ thatch, whiles a more frosty
25 people
 Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields!
 “Poor” we may call them in their native lords.

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DAUPHIN By faith and honor,
 Our madams mock at us and plainly say
30 Our mettle is bred out, and they will give
 Their bodies to the lust of English youth
 To new-store France with bastard warriors.
BRITTANY 
 They bid us to the English dancing-schools,
 And teach lavoltas high, and swift corantos,
35 Saying our grace is only in our heels
 And that we are most lofty runaways.
KING OF FRANCE 
 Where is Montjoy the herald? Speed him hence.
 Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.
 Up, princes, and, with spirit of honor edged
40 More sharper than your swords, hie to the field:
 Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France;
 You Dukes of Orléans, Bourbon, and of Berri,
 Alençon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy;
 Jacques Chatillon, Rambures, Vaudemont,
45 Beaumont, Grandpré, Roussi, and Faulconbridge,
 Foix, Lestrale, Bouciquault, and Charolois;
 High dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and
 knights,
 For your great seats now quit you of great shames.
50 Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land
 With pennons painted in the blood of Harfleur.
 Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow
 Upon the valleys, whose low vassal seat
 The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon.
55 Go down upon him—you have power enough—
 And in a captive chariot into Rouen
 Bring him our prisoner.
CONSTABLE  This becomes the great!
 Sorry am I his numbers are so few,
60 His soldiers sick and famished in their march,
 For, I am sure, when he shall see our army,

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 He’ll drop his heart into the sink of fear
 And for achievement offer us his ransom.
KING OF FRANCE 
 Therefore, Lord Constable, haste on Montjoy,
65 And let him say to England that we send
 To know what willing ransom he will give.—
 Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Rouen.
DAUPHIN 
 Not so, I do beseech your Majesty.
KING 
 Be patient, for you shall remain with us.—
70 Now forth, Lord Constable and princes all,
 And quickly bring us word of England’s fall.
They exit.


Scene 6
Enter Captains, English and Welsh, Gower and Fluellen.

GOWER How now, Captain Fluellen? Come you from
 the bridge?
FLUELLEN I assure you there is very excellent services
 committed at the bridge.
GOWER 5Is the Duke of Exeter safe?
FLUELLEN The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as
 Agamemnon, and a man that I love and honor with
 my soul and my heart and my duty and my life and
 my living and my uttermost power. He is not, God
10 be praised and blessed, any hurt in the world, but
 keeps the bridge most valiantly, with excellent
 discipline. There is an aunchient lieutenant there at
 the pridge; I think in my very conscience he is as
 valiant a man as Mark Antony, and he is a man of no
15 estimation in the world, but I did see him do as
 gallant service.
GOWER What do you call him?

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FLUELLEN He is called Aunchient Pistol.
GOWER I know him not.

Enter Pistol.

FLUELLEN 20Here is the man.
PISTOL Captain, I thee beseech to do me favors. The
 Duke of Exeter doth love thee well.
FLUELLEN Ay, I praise God, and I have merited some
 love at his hands.
PISTOL 25Bardolph, a soldier firm and sound of heart and
 of buxom valor, hath, by cruel Fate and giddy
 Fortune’s furious fickle wheel, that goddess blind,
 that stands upon the rolling restless stone—
FLUELLEN By your patience, Aunchient Pistol, Fortune
30 is painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes, to
 signify to you that Fortune is blind; and she is
 painted also with a wheel to signify to you, which is
 the moral of it, that she is turning and inconstant,
 and mutability and variation; and her foot, look you,
35 is fixed upon a spherical stone, which rolls and rolls
 and rolls. In good truth, the poet makes a most
 excellent description of it. Fortune is an excellent
 moral.
PISTOL Fortune is Bardolph’s foe and frowns on him,
40 for he hath stolen a pax and hangèd must he be. A
 damnèd death! Let gallows gape for dog, let man go
 free, and let not hemp his windpipe suffocate. But
 Exeter hath given the doom of death for pax of little
 price. Therefore go speak; the Duke will hear thy
45 voice, and let not Bardolph’s vital thread be cut
 with edge of penny cord and vile reproach. Speak,
 captain, for his life, and I will thee requite.
FLUELLEN Aunchient Pistol, I do partly understand
 your meaning.
PISTOL 50Why then, rejoice therefore.
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 rejoice at, for if, look you, he were my brother, I
 would desire the Duke to use his good pleasure and
 put him to execution, for discipline ought to be
55 used.
PISTOL Die and be damned, and figo for thy friendship!
FLUELLEN It is well.
PISTOL The fig of Spain!He exits.
FLUELLEN Very good.
GOWER 60Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal. I
 remember him now, a bawd, a cutpurse.
FLUELLEN I’ll assure you he uttered as prave words at
 the pridge as you shall see in a summer’s day. But it
 is very well; what he has spoke to me, that is well, I
65 warrant you, when time is serve.
GOWER Why, ’tis a gull, a fool, a rogue, that now and
 then goes to the wars to grace himself at his return
 into London under the form of a soldier; and such
 fellows are perfect in the great commanders’
70 names, and they will learn you by rote where
 services were done—at such and such a sconce, at
 such a breach, at such a convoy; who came off
 bravely, who was shot, who disgraced, what terms
 the enemy stood on; and this they con perfectly in
75 the phrase of war, which they trick up with new-tuned
 oaths; and what a beard of the general’s cut
 and a horrid suit of the camp will do among
 foaming bottles and ale-washed wits is wonderful to
 be thought on. But you must learn to know such
80 slanders of the age, or else you may be marvelously
 mistook.
FLUELLEN I tell you what, Captain Gower. I do perceive
 he is not the man that he would gladly make
 show to the world he is. If I find a hole in his coat, I
85 will tell him my mind.

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Drum and Colors. Enter the King of England and his
poor Soldiers, and Gloucester.


 Hark you, the King is coming, and I must speak
 with him from the pridge.—God pless your
 Majesty.
KING HENRY How now, Fluellen, cam’st thou from the
90 bridge?
FLUELLEN Ay, so please your Majesty. The Duke of
 Exeter has very gallantly maintained the pridge.
 The French is gone off, look you, and there is gallant
 and most prave passages. Marry, th’ athversary was
95 have possession of the pridge, but he is enforced
 to retire, and the Duke of Exeter is master of the
 pridge. I can tell your Majesty, the Duke is a prave
 man.
KING HENRY What men have you lost, Fluellen?
FLUELLEN 100The perdition of th’ athversary hath been
 very great, reasonable great. Marry, for my part, I
 think the Duke hath lost never a man but one that is
 like to be executed for robbing a church, one
 Bardolph, if your Majesty know the man. His face is
105 all bubukles and whelks and knobs and flames o’
 fire; and his lips blows at his nose, and it is like a
 coal of fire, sometimes plue and sometimes red, but
 his nose is executed, and his fire’s out.
KING HENRY We would have all such offenders so cut
110 off; and we give express charge that in our marches
 through the country there be nothing compelled
 from the villages, nothing taken but paid for,
 none of the French upbraided or abused in disdainful
 language; for when lenity and cruelty play
115 for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest
 winner.

Tucket. Enter Montjoy.


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MONTJOY You know me by my habit.
KING HENRY Well then, I know thee. What shall I know
 of thee?
MONTJOY 120My master’s mind.
KING HENRY Unfold it.
MONTJOY Thus says my king: “Say thou to Harry of
 England, though we seemed dead, we did but sleep.
 Advantage is a better soldier than rashness. Tell him
125 we could have rebuked him at Harfleur, but that we
 thought not good to bruise an injury till it were full
 ripe. Now we speak upon our cue, and our voice is
 imperial. England shall repent his folly, see his
 weakness, and admire our sufferance. Bid him
130 therefore consider of his ransom, which must proportion
 the losses we have borne, the subjects we
 have lost, the disgrace we have digested, which, in
 weight to reanswer, his pettiness would bow under.
 For our losses, his exchequer is too poor; for th’
135 effusion of our blood, the muster of his kingdom
 too faint a number; and for our disgrace, his own
 person kneeling at our feet but a weak and worthless
 satisfaction. To this, add defiance, and tell him,
 for conclusion, he hath betrayed his followers,
140 whose condemnation is pronounced.” So far my
 king and master; so much my office.
KING HENRY 
 What is thy name? I know thy quality.
MONTJOY Montjoy.
KING HENRY 
 Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee back,
145 And tell thy king I do not seek him now
 But could be willing to march on to Calais
 Without impeachment, for, to say the sooth,
 Though ’tis no wisdom to confess so much
 Unto an enemy of craft and vantage,
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 My numbers lessened, and those few I have
 Almost no better than so many French,
 Who when they were in health, I tell thee, herald,
 I thought upon one pair of English legs
155 Did march three Frenchmen. Yet forgive me, God,
 That I do brag thus. This your air of France
 Hath blown that vice in me. I must repent.
 Go therefore, tell thy master: here I am.
 My ransom is this frail and worthless trunk,
160 My army but a weak and sickly guard,
 Yet, God before, tell him we will come on
 Though France himself and such another neighbor
 Stand in our way. There’s for thy labor, Montjoy.
Gives money.
 Go bid thy master well advise himself:
165 If we may pass, we will; if we be hindered,
 We shall your tawny ground with your red blood
 Discolor. And so, Montjoy, fare you well.
 The sum of all our answer is but this:
 We would not seek a battle as we are,
170 Nor, as we are, we say we will not shun it.
 So tell your master.
MONTJOY 
 I shall deliver so. Thanks to your Highness.
He exits.
GLOUCESTER 
 I hope they will not come upon us now.
KING HENRY 
 We are in God’s hand, brother, not in theirs.
175 March to the bridge. It now draws toward night.
 Beyond the river we’ll encamp ourselves,
 And on tomorrow bid them march away.
They exit.




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Scene 7
Enter the Constable of France, the Lord Rambures,
Orléans, Dauphin, with others.


CONSTABLE Tut, I have the best armor of the world.
 Would it were day!
ORLÉANS You have an excellent armor, but let my
 horse have his due.
CONSTABLE 5It is the best horse of Europe.
ORLÉANS Will it never be morning?
DAUPHIN My Lord of Orléans and my Lord High Constable,
 you talk of horse and armor?
ORLÉANS You are as well provided of both as any
10 prince in the world.
DAUPHIN What a long night is this! I will not change
 my horse with any that treads but on four pasterns.
 Çà, ha! He bounds from the earth, as if his
 entrails were hairs, le cheval volant, the Pegasus, qui
15 a les narines de feu.
 When I bestride him, I soar; I
 am a hawk; he trots the air. The earth sings when he
 touches it. The basest horn of his hoof is more
 musical than the pipe of Hermes.
ORLÉANS He’s of the color of the nutmeg.
DAUPHIN 20And of the heat of the ginger. It is a beast for
 Perseus. He is pure air and fire, and the dull
 elements of earth and water never appear in him,
 but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts
 him. He is indeed a horse, and all other jades you
25 may call beasts.
CONSTABLE Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and
 excellent horse.
DAUPHIN It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is like
 the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance
30 enforces homage.
ORLÉANS No more, cousin.
DAUPHIN Nay, the man hath no wit that cannot, from

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 the rising of the lark to the lodging of the lamb,
 vary deserved praise on my palfrey. It is a theme as
35 fluent as the sea. Turn the sands into eloquent
 tongues, and my horse is argument for them all. ’Tis
 a subject for a sovereign to reason on, and for a
 sovereign’s sovereign to ride on, and for the world,
 familiar to us and unknown, to lay apart their
40 particular functions and wonder at him. I once writ
 a sonnet in his praise and began thus: “Wonder of
 nature—”
ORLÉANS I have heard a sonnet begin so to one’s
 mistress.
DAUPHIN 45Then did they imitate that which I composed
 to my courser, for my horse is my mistress.
ORLÉANS Your mistress bears well.
DAUPHIN Me well—which is the prescript praise and
 perfection of a good and particular mistress.
CONSTABLE 50Nay, for methought yesterday your mistress
 shrewdly shook your back.
DAUPHIN So perhaps did yours.
CONSTABLE Mine was not bridled.
DAUPHIN O, then belike she was old and gentle, and
55 you rode like a kern of Ireland, your French hose
 off, and in your strait strossers.
CONSTABLE You have good judgment in horsemanship.
DAUPHIN Be warned by me, then: they that ride so, and
 ride not warily, fall into foul bogs. I had rather have
60 my horse to my mistress.
CONSTABLE I had as lief have my mistress a jade.
DAUPHIN I tell thee, constable, my mistress wears his
 own hair.
CONSTABLE I could make as true a boast as that if I had
65 a sow to my mistress.
DAUPHIN “Le chien est retourné à son propre vomissement,
 et la truie lavée au bourbier.”
 Thou mak’st use
 of anything.

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CONSTABLE Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress,
70 or any such proverb so little kin to the purpose.
RAMBURES My Lord Constable, the armor that I saw in
 your tent tonight, are those stars or suns upon it?
CONSTABLE Stars, my lord.
DAUPHIN Some of them will fall tomorrow, I hope.
CONSTABLE 75And yet my sky shall not want.
DAUPHIN That may be, for you bear a many superfluously,
 and ’twere more honor some were away.
CONSTABLE Ev’n as your horse bears your praises—
 who would trot as well were some of your brags
80 dismounted.
DAUPHIN Would I were able to load him with his
 desert! Will it never be day? I will trot tomorrow a
 mile, and my way shall be paved with English faces.
CONSTABLE I will not say so for fear I should be faced
85 out of my way. But I would it were morning, for I
 would fain be about the ears of the English.
RAMBURES Who will go to hazard with me for twenty
 prisoners?
CONSTABLE You must first go yourself to hazard ere you
90 have them.
DAUPHIN ’Tis midnight. I’ll go arm myself.He exits.
ORLÉANS The Dauphin longs for morning.
RAMBURES He longs to eat the English.
CONSTABLE I think he will eat all he kills.
ORLÉANS 95By the white hand of my lady, he’s a gallant
 prince.
CONSTABLE Swear by her foot, that she may tread out
 the oath.
ORLÉANS He is simply the most active gentleman of
100 France.
CONSTABLE Doing is activity, and he will still be doing.
ORLÉANS He never did harm, that I heard of.
CONSTABLE Nor will do none tomorrow. He will keep
 that good name still.

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ORLÉANS 105I know him to be valiant.
CONSTABLE I was told that by one that knows him
 better than you.
ORLÉANS What’s he?
CONSTABLE Marry, he told me so himself, and he said
110 he cared not who knew it.
ORLÉANS He needs not. It is no hidden virtue in him.
CONSTABLE By my faith, sir, but it is; never anybody
 saw it but his lackey. ’Tis a hooded valor, and when
 it appears, it will bate.
ORLÉANS 115Ill will never said well.
CONSTABLE I will cap that proverb with “There is
 flattery in friendship.”
ORLÉANS And I will take up that with “Give the devil
 his due.”
CONSTABLE 120Well placed; there stands your friend for
 the devil. Have at the very eye of that proverb with
 “A pox of the devil.”
ORLÉANS You are the better at proverbs, by how much
 “A fool’s bolt is soon shot.”
CONSTABLE 125You have shot over.
ORLÉANS ’Tis not the first time you were overshot.

Enter a Messenger.

MESSENGER My Lord High Constable, the English lie
 within fifteen hundred paces of your tents.
CONSTABLE Who hath measured the ground?
MESSENGER 130The Lord Grandpré.
CONSTABLE A valiant and most expert gentleman.—
 Would it were day! Alas, poor Harry of England! He
 longs not for the dawning as we do.
ORLÉANS What a wretched and peevish fellow is this
135 King of England to mope with his fat-brained
 followers so far out of his knowledge.
CONSTABLE If the English had any apprehension, they
 would run away.

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ORLÉANS That they lack; for if their heads had any
140 intellectual armor, they could never wear such
 heavy headpieces.
RAMBURES That island of England breeds very valiant
 creatures. Their mastiffs are of unmatchable
 courage.
ORLÉANS 145Foolish curs, that run winking into the
 mouth of a Russian bear and have their heads
 crushed like rotten apples. You may as well say
 that’s a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the
 lip of a lion.
CONSTABLE 150Just, just; and the men do sympathize with
 the mastiffs in robustious and rough coming on,
 leaving their wits with their wives. And then give
 them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they
 will eat like wolves and fight like devils.
ORLÉANS 155Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of
 beef.
CONSTABLE Then shall we find tomorrow they have
 only stomachs to eat and none to fight. Now is it
 time to arm. Come, shall we about it?
ORLÉANS 
160 It is now two o’clock. But, let me see, by ten
 We shall have each a hundred Englishmen.
They exit.


ACT 4
Enter Chorus.

CHORUS 
 Now entertain conjecture of a time
 When creeping murmur and the poring dark
 Fills the wide vessel of the universe.
 From camp to camp, through the foul womb of
5 night,
 The hum of either army stilly sounds,
 That the fixed sentinels almost receive
 The secret whispers of each other’s watch.
 Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames
10 Each battle sees the other’s umbered face;
 Steed threatens steed in high and boastful neighs
 Piercing the night’s dull ear; and from the tents
 The armorers, accomplishing the knights,
 With busy hammers closing rivets up,
15 Give dreadful note of preparation.
 The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll,
 And, the third hour of drowsy morning named,
 Proud of their numbers and secure in soul,
 The confident and overlusty French
20 Do the low-rated English play at dice
 And chide the cripple, tardy-gaited night,
 Who like a foul and ugly witch doth limp
 So tediously away. The poor condemnèd English,
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 Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires
25 Sit patiently and inly ruminate
 The morning’s danger; and their gesture sad,
 Investing lank-lean cheeks and war-worn coats,
 Presenteth them unto the gazing moon
 So many horrid ghosts. O now, who will behold
30 The royal captain of this ruined 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,
 Bids them good morrow with a modest smile,
35 And calls them brothers, friends, and countrymen.
 Upon his royal face there is no note
 How dread an army hath enrounded him,
 Nor doth he dedicate one jot of color
 Unto the weary and all-watchèd night,
40 But freshly looks and overbears attaint
 With cheerful semblance and sweet majesty,
 That every wretch, pining and pale before,
 Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks.
 A largesse universal, like the sun,
45 His liberal eye doth give to everyone,
 Thawing cold fear, that mean and gentle all
 Behold, as may unworthiness define,
 A little touch of Harry in the night.
 And so our scene must to the battle fly,
50 Where, O for pity, we shall much disgrace,
 With four or five most vile and ragged foils
 Right ill-disposed in brawl ridiculous,
 The name of Agincourt. Yet sit and see,
 Minding true things by what their mock’ries be.
He exits.




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Scene 1
Enter the King of England, Bedford, and Gloucester.

KING HENRY 
 Gloucester, ’tis true that we are in great danger.
 The greater therefore should our courage be.—
 Good morrow, brother Bedford. God almighty,
 There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
5 Would men observingly distill it out.
 For our bad neighbor makes us early stirrers,
 Which is both healthful and good husbandry.
 Besides, they are our outward consciences
 And preachers to us all, admonishing
10 That we should dress us fairly for our end.
 Thus may we gather honey from the weed
 And make a moral of the devil himself.

Enter Erpingham.

 Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham.
 A good soft pillow for that good white head
15 Were better than a churlish turf of France.
ERPINGHAM 
 Not so, my liege, this lodging likes me better,
 Since I may say “Now lie I like a king.”
KING HENRY 
 ’Tis good for men to love their present pains
 Upon example. So the spirit is eased;
20 And when the mind is quickened, out of doubt,
 The organs, though defunct and dead before,
 Break up their drowsy grave and newly move
 With casted slough and fresh legerity.
 Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas.
He puts on Erpingham’s cloak.
25 Brothers both,
 Commend me to the princes in our camp,

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 Do my good morrow to them, and anon
 Desire them all to my pavilion.
GLOUCESTER We shall, my liege.
ERPINGHAM 30Shall I attend your Grace?
KING HENRY 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.
ERPINGHAM 
35 The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry.
All but the King exit.
KING HENRY 
 God-a-mercy, old heart, thou speak’st cheerfully.

Enter Pistol.

PISTOL Qui vous là?
KING HENRY A friend.
PISTOL Discuss unto me: art thou officer or art thou
40 base, common, and popular?
KING HENRY I am a gentleman of a company.
PISTOL Trail’st thou the puissant pike?
KING HENRY Even so. What are you?
PISTOL As good a gentleman as the Emperor.
KING HENRY 45Then you are a better than the King.
PISTOL The King’s a bawcock and a heart of gold, a lad
 of life, an imp of fame, of parents good, of fist most
 valiant. I kiss his dirty shoe, and from heartstring I
 love the lovely bully. What is thy name?
KING HENRY 50Harry le Roy.
PISTOL Le Roy? A Cornish name. Art thou of Cornish
 crew?
KING HENRY No, I am a Welshman.
PISTOL Know’st thou Fluellen?
KING HENRY 55Yes.
PISTOL Tell him I’ll knock his leek about his pate upon
 Saint Davy’s day.

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KING HENRY Do not you wear your dagger in your cap
 that day, lest he knock that about yours.
PISTOL 60Art thou his friend?
KING HENRY And his kinsman too.
PISTOL The figo for thee then!
KING HENRY I thank you. God be with you.
PISTOL My name is Pistol called.He exits.
KING HENRY 65It sorts well with your fierceness.
He steps aside.

Enter Fluellen and Gower.

GOWER Captain Fluellen.
FLUELLEN So. In the name of Jesu Christ, speak fewer.
 It is the greatest admiration in the universal world
 when the true and aunchient prerogatifes and
70 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 babble in Pompey’s
 camp. I warrant you, you shall find the ceremonies
75 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.
GOWER Why, the enemy is loud. You hear him all
 night.
FLUELLEN 80If 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?
GOWER I will speak lower.
FLUELLEN 85I pray you and beseech you that you will.
Gower and Fluellen exit.
KING HENRY 
 Though it appear a little out of fashion,
 There is much care and valor in this Welshman.

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Enter three Soldiers, John Bates, Alexander Court, and
Michael Williams.


COURT Brother John Bates, is not that the morning
 which breaks yonder?
BATES 90I think it be, but we have no great cause to desire
 the approach of day.
WILLIAMS We see yonder the beginning of the day, but
 I think we shall never see the end of it.—Who goes
 there?
KING HENRY 95A friend.
WILLIAMS Under what captain serve you?
KING HENRY Under Sir Thomas Erpingham.
WILLIAMS A good old commander and a most kind
 gentleman. I pray you, what thinks he of our
100 estate?
KING HENRY Even as men wracked upon a sand, that
 look to be washed off the next tide.
BATES He hath not told his thought to the King?
KING HENRY No. Nor it is not meet he should, for,
105 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,
110 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
115 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

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120 he were, and I by him, at all adventures, so we were
 quit here.
KING HENRY By my troth, I will speak my conscience
 of the King. I think he would not wish himself
 anywhere but where he is.
BATES 125Then I would he were here alone; so should he
 be sure to be ransomed, and a many poor men’s
 lives saved.
KING HENRY I dare say you love him not so ill to wish
 him here alone, howsoever you speak this to feel
130 other men’s minds. Methinks I could not die anywhere
 so contented as in the King’s company, his
 cause being just and his quarrel honorable.
WILLIAMS That’s more than we know.
BATES Ay, or more than we should seek after, for we
135 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.
WILLIAMS But if the cause be not good, the King
 himself hath a heavy reckoning to make, when all
140 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 left
 poor behind them, some upon the debts they owe,
145 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 anything when blood
 is their argument? Now, if these men do not die
 well, it will be a black matter for the king that led
150 them to it, who to disobey were against all proportion
 of subjection.
KING HENRY 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,
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 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
160 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, there is no king, be his cause
165 never so spotless, if it come to the arbitrament 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;
170 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.
175 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,
180 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
185 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
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 see His greatness and to teach others how they
 should prepare.
WILLIAMS ’Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill
 upon his own head; the King is not to answer it.
BATES 195I do not desire he should answer for me, and yet
 I determine to fight lustily for him.
KING HENRY I myself heard the King say he would not
 be ransomed.
WILLIAMS Ay, he said so to make us fight cheerfully,
200 but when our throats are cut, he may be ransomed
 and we ne’er the wiser.
KING HENRY If I live to see it, I will never trust his
 word after.
WILLIAMS You pay him then. That’s a perilous shot out
205 of an elder gun, that a poor and a 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.
KING HENRY 210Your reproof is something too round. I
 should be angry with you if the time were
 convenient.
WILLIAMS Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live.
KING HENRY I embrace it.
WILLIAMS 215How shall I know thee again?
KING HENRY Give me any gage of thine, and I will wear
 it in my bonnet. Then, if ever thou dar’st acknowledge
 it, I will make it my quarrel.
WILLIAMS Here’s my glove. Give me another of thine.
KING HENRY 220There.They exchange gloves.
WILLIAMS This will I also wear in my cap. If ever thou
 come to me and say, after tomorrow, “This is my
 glove,” by this hand I will take thee a box on the
 ear.
KING HENRY 225If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it.
WILLIAMS Thou dar’st as well be hanged.

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KING HENRY Well, I will do it, though I take thee in the
 King’s company.
WILLIAMS Keep thy word. Fare thee well.
BATES 230Be friends, you English fools, be friends. We
 have French quarrels enough, if you could tell how
 to reckon.
KING HENRY Indeed, the French may lay twenty
 French crowns to one they will beat us, for they
235 bear them on their shoulders. But it is no English
 treason to cut French crowns, and tomorrow the
 King himself will be a clipper.
Soldiers exit.
 Upon the King! Let us our lives, our souls, our
 debts, our careful wives, our children, and our sins,
240 lay on the King!
 We must bear all. O hard condition,
 Twin-born with greatness, subject to the breath
 Of every fool whose sense no more can feel
 But his own wringing. What infinite heart’s ease
245 Must kings neglect that private men enjoy?
 And what have kings that privates have not too,
 Save ceremony, save general ceremony?
 And what art thou, thou idol ceremony?
 What kind of god art thou that suffer’st more
250 Of mortal griefs than do thy worshipers?
 What are thy rents? What are thy comings-in?
 O ceremony, show me but thy worth!
 What is thy soul of adoration?
 Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form,
255 Creating awe and fear in other men,
 Wherein thou art less happy, being feared,
 Than they in fearing?
 What drink’st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,
 But poisoned flattery? O, be sick, great greatness,
260 And bid thy ceremony give thee cure!
 Think’st thou the fiery fever will go out

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 With titles blown from adulation?
 Will it give place to flexure and low bending?
 Canst thou, when thou command’st the beggar’s
265 knee,
 Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream,
 That play’st so subtly with a king’s repose.
 I am a king that find thee, and I know
 ’Tis not the balm, the scepter, and the ball,
270 The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,
 The intertissued robe of gold and pearl,
 The farcèd title running ’fore the King,
 The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp
 That beats upon the high shore of this world;
275 No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony,
 Not all these, laid in bed majestical,
 Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave
 Who, with a body filled and vacant mind,
 Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread;
280 Never sees horrid night, the child of hell,
 But, like a lackey, from the rise to set
 Sweats in the eye of Phoebus, and all night
 Sleeps in Elysium; next day after dawn
 Doth rise and help Hyperion to his horse,
285 And follows so the ever-running year
 With profitable labor to his grave.
 And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,
 Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep,
 Had the forehand and vantage of a king.
290 The slave, a member of the country’s peace,
 Enjoys it, but in gross brain little wots
 What watch the King keeps to maintain the peace,
 Whose hours the peasant best advantages.

Enter Erpingham.

ERPINGHAM 
 My lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence,

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295 Seek through your camp to find you.
KING HENRY  Good old knight,
 Collect them all together at my tent.
 I’ll be before thee.
ERPINGHAM  I shall do ’t, my lord.He exits.
KING HENRY 
300 O God of battles, steel my soldiers’ hearts.
 Possess them not with fear. Take from them now
 The sense of reck’ning or th’ opposèd numbers
 Pluck their hearts from them. Not today, O Lord,
 O, not today, think not upon the fault
305 My father made in compassing the crown.
 I Richard’s body have interrèd new
 And on it have bestowed more contrite tears
 Than from it issued forcèd drops of blood.
 Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay
310 Who twice a day their withered hands hold up
 Toward heaven to pardon blood. And I have built
 Two chantries where the sad and solemn priests
 Sing still for Richard’s soul. More will I do—
 Though all that I can do is nothing worth,
315 Since that my penitence comes after all,
 Imploring pardon.

Enter Gloucester.

GLOUCESTER My liege.
KING HENRY My brother Gloucester’s voice.—Ay,
 I know thy errand. I will go with thee.
320 The day, my friends, and all things stay for me.
They exit.




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Scene 2
Enter the Dauphin, Orléans, Rambures, and Beaumont.

ORLÉANS 
 The sun doth gild our armor. Up, my lords.
DAUPHIN 
 Montez à cheval! My horse, varlet! Lackey! Ha!
ORLÉANS O brave spirit!
DAUPHIN Via les eaux et terre.
ORLÉANS 5Rien puis? L’air et feu?
DAUPHIN Cieux, cousin Orléans.

Enter Constable.

 Now, my Lord Constable?
CONSTABLE 
 Hark how our steeds for present service neigh.
DAUPHIN 
 Mount them, and make incision in their hides,
10 That their hot blood may spin in English eyes
 And dout them with superfluous courage. Ha!
RAMBURES 
 What, will you have them weep our horses’ blood?
 How shall we then behold their natural tears?

Enter Messenger.

MESSENGER 
 The English are embattled, you French peers.
CONSTABLE 
15 To horse, you gallant princes, straight to horse.
 Do but behold yond poor and starvèd band,
 And your fair show shall suck away their souls,
 Leaving them but the shales and husks of men.
 There is not work enough for all our hands,
20 Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins
 To give each naked curtal ax a stain,
 That our French gallants shall today draw out

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 And sheathe for lack of sport. Let us but blow on
 them,
25 The vapor of our valor will o’erturn them.
 ’Tis positive against all exceptions, lords,
 That our superfluous lackeys and our peasants,
 Who in unnecessary action swarm
 About our squares of battle, were enough
30 To purge this field of such a hilding foe,
 Though we upon this mountain’s basis by
 Took stand for idle speculation,
 But that our honors must not. What’s to say?
 A very little little let us do,
35 And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound
 The tucket sonance and the note to mount,
 For our approach shall so much dare the field
 That England shall couch down in fear and yield.

Enter Grandpré.

GRANDPRÉ 
 Why do you stay so long, my lords of France?
40 Yond island carrions, desperate of their bones,
 Ill-favoredly become the morning field.
 Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose,
 And our air shakes them passing scornfully.
 Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggared host
45 And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps.
 The horsemen sit like fixèd candlesticks
 With torch staves in their hand, and their poor jades
 Lob down their heads, drooping the hides and hips,
 The gum down-roping from their pale dead eyes,
50 And in their pale dull mouths the gemeled bit
 Lies foul with chawed grass, still and motionless.
 And their executors, the knavish crows,
 Fly o’er them all, impatient for their hour.
 Description cannot suit itself in words
55 To demonstrate the life of such a battle
 In life so lifeless, as it shows itself.

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CONSTABLE 
 They have said their prayers, and they stay for death.
DAUPHIN 
 Shall we go send them dinners and fresh suits,
 And give their fasting horses provender,
60 And after fight with them?
CONSTABLE 
 I stay but for my guard. On, to the field!
 I will the banner from a trumpet take
 And use it for my haste. Come, come away.
 The sun is high, and we outwear the day.
They exit.


Scene 3
Enter Gloucester, Bedford, Exeter, Erpingham with all
his host, Salisbury, and Westmoreland.


GLOUCESTER Where is the King?
BEDFORD 
 The King himself is rode to view their battle.
WESTMORELAND 
 Of fighting men they have full threescore thousand.
EXETER 
 There’s five to one. Besides, they all are fresh.
SALISBURY 
5 God’s arm strike with us! ’Tis a fearful odds.
 God be wi’ you, princes all. I’ll to my charge.
 If we no more meet till we meet in heaven,
 Then joyfully, my noble Lord of Bedford,
 My dear Lord Gloucester, and my good Lord Exeter,
10 And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu.
BEDFORD 
 Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with
 thee.

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 And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it,
 For thou art framed of the firm truth of valor.
EXETER 
15 Farewell, kind lord. Fight valiantly today.
Salisbury exits.
BEDFORD 
 He is as full of valor as of kindness,
 Princely in both.

Enter the King of England.

WESTMORELAND  O, that we now had here
 But one ten thousand of those men in England
20 That do no work today.
KING HENRY What’s he that wishes so?
 My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin.
 If we are marked to die, we are enough
 To do our country loss; and if to live,
25 The fewer men, the greater share of honor.
 God’s will, I pray thee wish not one man more.
 By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
 Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
 It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
30 Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
 But if it be a sin to covet honor,
 I am the most offending soul alive.
 No, ’faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
 God’s peace, I would not lose so great an honor
35 As one man more, methinks, would share from me,
 For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
 Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
 That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
 Let him depart. His passport shall be made,
40 And crowns for convoy put into his purse.
 We would not die in that man’s company
 That fears his fellowship to die with us.
 This day is called the feast of Crispian.

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 He that outlives this day and comes safe home
45 Will stand o’ tiptoe when this day is named
 And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
 He that shall see this day, and live old age,
 Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors
 And say “Tomorrow is Saint Crispian.”
50 Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
 Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
 But he’ll remember with advantages
 What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
 Familiar in his mouth as household words,
55 Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
 Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
 Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
 This story shall the good man teach his son,
 And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
60 From this day to the ending of the world,
 But we in it shall be rememberèd—
 We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
 For he today that sheds his blood with me
 Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
65 This day shall gentle his condition;
 And gentlemen in England now abed
 Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
 And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
 That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.

Enter Salisbury.

SALISBURY 
70 My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed.
 The French are bravely in their battles set,
 And will with all expedience charge on us.
KING HENRY 
 All things are ready if our minds be so.
WESTMORELAND 
 Perish the man whose mind is backward now!

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KING HENRY 
75 Thou dost not wish more help from England, coz?
WESTMORELAND 
 God’s will, my liege, would you and I alone,
 Without more help, could fight this royal battle!
KING HENRY 
 Why, now thou hast unwished five thousand men,
 Which likes me better than to wish us one.—
80 You know your places. God be with you all.

Tucket. Enter Montjoy.

MONTJOY 
 Once more I come to know of thee, King Harry,
 If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,
 Before thy most assurèd overthrow.
 For certainly thou art so near the gulf
85 Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy,
 The Constable desires thee thou wilt mind
 Thy followers of repentance, that their souls
 May make a peaceful and a sweet retire
 From off these fields where, wretches, their poor
90 bodies
 Must lie and fester.
KING HENRY  Who hath sent thee now?
MONTJOY  The Constable of France.
KING HENRY 
 I pray thee bear my former answer back.
95 Bid them achieve me and then sell my bones.
 Good God, why should they mock poor fellows
 thus?
 The man that once did sell the lion’s skin
 While the beast lived was killed with hunting him.
100 A many of our bodies shall no doubt
 Find native graves, upon the which, I trust,
 Shall witness live in brass of this day’s work.

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 And those that leave their valiant bones in France,
 Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills,
105 They shall be famed; for there the sun shall greet
 them
 And draw their honors reeking up to heaven,
 Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime,
 The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France.
110 Mark, then, abounding valor in our English,
 That being dead, like to the bullet’s crazing,
 Break out into a second course of mischief,
 Killing in relapse of mortality.
 Let me speak proudly: tell the Constable
115 We are but warriors for the working day;
 Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirched
 With rainy marching in the painful field.
 There’s not a piece of feather in our host—
 Good argument, I hope, we will not fly—
120 And time hath worn us into slovenry.
 But, by the Mass, our hearts are in the trim,
 And my poor soldiers tell me, yet ere night
 They’ll be in fresher robes, or they will pluck
 The gay new coats o’er the French soldiers’ heads
125 And turn them out of service. If they do this,
 As, if God please, they shall, my ransom then
 Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labor.
 Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald.
 They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints,
130 Which, if they have, as I will leave ’em them,
 Shall yield them little, tell the Constable.
MONTJOY 
 I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well.
 Thou never shalt hear herald anymore.
KING HENRY I fear thou wilt once more come again
135 for a ransom.Montjoy exits.
Enter York.


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YORK, kneeling 
 My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg
 The leading of the vaward.
KING HENRY 
 Take it, brave York.York rises.
 Now, soldiers, march away,
140 And how Thou pleasest, God, dispose the day.
They exit.


Scene 4
Alarum. Excursions. Enter Pistol, French Soldier,
and Boy.


PISTOL Yield, cur.
FRENCH SOLDIER Je pense que vous êtes le gentilhomme
 de bonne qualité.

PISTOL Qualtitie calmie custure me. Art thou a gentleman?
5 What is thy name? Discuss.
FRENCH SOLDIER Ô Seigneur Dieu!
PISTOL O, Seigneur Dew should be a gentleman. Perpend
 my words, O Seigneur Dew, and mark: O
 Seigneur Dew, thou diest on point of fox, except, O
10 Seigneur, thou do give to me egregious ransom.
FRENCH SOLDIER Ô, prenez miséricorde! Ayez pitié de
 moi!

PISTOL Moy shall not serve. I will have forty moys, or
 I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat in drops of
15 crimson blood.
FRENCH SOLDIER Est-il impossible d’échapper la force
 de ton bras?

PISTOL Brass, cur? Thou damned and luxurious
 mountain goat, offer’st me brass?
FRENCH SOLDIER 20Ô, pardonnez-moi!
PISTOL Say’st thou me so? Is that a ton of moys?—

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 Come hither, boy. Ask me this slave in French what
 is his name.
BOY Écoutez. Comment êtes-vous appelé?
FRENCH SOLDIER 25Monsieur le Fer.
BOY He says his name is Master Fer.
PISTOL Master Fer. I’ll fer him, and firk him, and ferret
 him. Discuss the same in French unto him.
BOY I do not know the French for “fer,” and “ferret,”
30 and “firk.”
PISTOL Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat.
FRENCH SOLDIER, to the Boy Que dit-il, monsieur?
BOY Il me commande à vous dire que vous faites vous
 prêt, car ce soldat ici est disposé tout à cette heure de
35 couper votre gorge.

PISTOL Owy, cuppele gorge, permafoy, peasant, unless
 thou give me crowns, brave crowns, or mangled
 shalt thou be by this my sword.
FRENCH SOLDIER Ô, je vous supplie, pour l’amour de
40 Dieu, me pardonner. Je suis le gentilhomme de bonne
 maison. Gardez ma vie, et je vous donnerai deux
 cents écus.

PISTOL What are his words?
BOY He prays you to save his life. He is a gentleman of a
45 good house, and for his ransom he will give you two
 hundred crowns.
PISTOL Tell him my fury shall abate, and I the crowns
 will take.
FRENCH SOLDIER, to the Boy Petit monsieur, que dit-il?
BOY 50Encore qu’il est contre son jurement de pardonner
 aucun prisonnier; néanmoins, pour les écus que vous
 lui avez promis, il est content à vous donner la liberté,
 le franchisement.

French soldier kneels.
FRENCH SOLDIER  Sur mes genoux je vous donne mille
55 remercîments, et je m’estime heureux que j’ai tombé

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 entre les mains d’un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave,
 vaillant, et très distingué seigneur d’Angleterre.

PISTOL Expound unto me, boy.
BOY He gives you upon his knees a thousand thanks,
60 and he esteems himself happy that he hath fall’n
 into the hands of one, as he thinks, the most
 brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy seigneur of
 England.
PISTOL As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.
65 Follow me.
BOY Suivez-vous le grand capitaine.
The French Soldier stands up. He and Pistol exit.
 I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty
 a heart. But the saying is true: “The empty vessel
 makes the greatest sound.” Bardolph and Nym had
70 ten times more valor than this roaring devil i’ th’ old
 play, that everyone may pare his nails with a wooden
 dagger, and they are both hanged, and so would
 this be if he durst steal anything adventurously. I
 must stay with the lackeys with the luggage of our
75 camp. The French might have a good prey of us if he
 knew of it, for there is none to guard it but boys.
He exits.


Scene 5
Enter Constable, Orléans, Bourbon, Dauphin, and
Rambures.


CONSTABLE Ô diable!
ORLÉANS 
 Ô Seigneur! Le jour est perdu, tout est perdu!
DAUPHIN 
 Mort de ma vie, all is confounded, all!
 Reproach and everlasting shame
5 Sits mocking in our plumes.A short Alarum.

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 Ô méchante Fortune!
 Do not run away.
CONSTABLE Why, all our ranks are broke.
DAUPHIN 
 O perdurable shame! Let’s stab ourselves.
10 Be these the wretches that we played at dice for?
ORLÉANS 
 Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?
BOURBON 
 Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but shame!
 Let us die. In once more! Back again!
 And he that will not follow Bourbon now,
15 Let him go hence, and with his cap in hand
 Like a base pander hold the chamber door,
 Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog,
 His fairest daughter is contaminate.
CONSTABLE 
 Disorder, that hath spoiled us, friend us now.
20 Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.
ORLÉANS 
 We are enough yet living in the field
 To smother up the English in our throngs,
 If any order might be thought upon.
BOURBON 
 The devil take order now! I’ll to the throng.
25 Let life be short, else shame will be too long.
They exit.


Scene 6
Alarum. Enter the King of England and his train,
with prisoners.


KING HENRY 
 Well have we done, thrice-valiant countrymen,
 But all’s not done. Yet keep the French the field.

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Enter Exeter.

EXETER 
 The Duke of York commends him to your Majesty.
KING HENRY 
 Lives he, good uncle? Thrice within this hour
5 I saw him down, thrice up again and fighting.
 From helmet to the spur, all blood he was.
EXETER 
 In which array, brave soldier, doth he lie,
 Larding the plain, and by his bloody side,
 Yoke-fellow to his honor-owing wounds,
10 The noble Earl of Suffolk also lies.
 Suffolk first died, and York, all haggled over,
 Comes to him where in gore he lay insteeped,
 And takes him by the beard, kisses the gashes
 That bloodily did yawn upon his face.
15 He cries aloud “Tarry, my cousin Suffolk.
 My soul shall thine keep company to heaven.
 Tarry, sweet soul, for mine; then fly abreast,
 As in this glorious and well-foughten field
 We kept together in our chivalry.”
20 Upon these words I came and cheered him up.
 He smiled me in the face, raught me his hand,
 And with a feeble grip, says “Dear my lord,
 Commend my service to my sovereign.”
 So did he turn, and over Suffolk’s neck
25 He threw his wounded arm and kissed his lips,
 And so, espoused to death, with blood he sealed
 A testament of noble-ending love.
 The pretty and sweet manner of it forced
 Those waters from me which I would have stopped,
30 But I had not so much of man in me,
 And all my mother came into mine eyes
 And gave me up to tears.
KING HENRY  I blame you not,

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 For, hearing this, I must perforce compound
35 With my full eyes, or they will issue too.Alarum.
 But hark, what new alarum is this same?
 The French have reinforced their scattered men.
 Then every soldier kill his prisoners.
 Give the word through.
They exit.


Scene 7
Enter Fluellen and Gower.

FLUELLEN Kill the poys and the luggage! ’Tis expressly
 against the law of arms. ’Tis as arrant a piece of
 knavery, mark you now, as can be offert, in your
 conscience now, is it not?
GOWER 5’Tis certain there’s not a boy left alive, and
 the cowardly rascals that ran from the battle ha’
 done this slaughter. Besides, they have burned
 and carried away all that was in the King’s tent,
 wherefore the King, most worthily, hath caused
10 every soldier to cut his prisoner’s throat. O, ’tis a
 gallant king!
FLUELLEN Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, Captain
 Gower. What call you the town’s name where
 Alexander the Pig was born?
GOWER 15Alexander the Great.
FLUELLEN Why, I pray you, is not “pig” great? The pig,
 or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the
 magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the
 phrase is a little variations.
GOWER 20I think Alexander the Great was born in Macedon.
 His father was called Philip of Macedon, as I
 take it.
FLUELLEN I think it is in Macedon where Alexander is
 porn. I tell you, captain, if you look in the maps of

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25 the ’orld, I warrant you sall find, in the comparisons
 between Macedon and Monmouth, that the
 situations, look you, is both alike. There is a river in
 Macedon, and there is also, moreover, a river at
 Monmouth. It is called Wye at Monmouth, but it is
30 out of my prains what is the name of the other river.
 But ’tis all one; ’tis alike as my fingers is to my
 fingers, and there is salmons in both. If you mark
 Alexander’s life well, Harry of Monmouth’s life is
 come after it indifferent well, for there is figures in
35 all things. Alexander, God knows and you know, in
 his rages and his furies and his wraths and his
 cholers and his moods and his displeasures and his
 indignations, and also being a little intoxicates in
 his prains, did, in his ales and his angers, look you,
40 kill his best friend, Cleitus.
GOWER Our king is not like him in that. He never
 killed any of his friends.
FLUELLEN It is not well done, mark you now, to take
 the tales out of my mouth ere it is made and
45 finished. I speak but in the figures and comparisons
 of it. As Alexander killed his friend Cleitus, being in
 his ales and his cups, so also Harry Monmouth,
 being in his right wits and his good judgments,
 turned away the fat knight with the great-belly
50 doublet; he was full of jests and gipes and knaveries
 and mocks—I have forgot his name.
GOWER Sir John Falstaff.
FLUELLEN That is he. I’ll tell you, there is good men
 porn at Monmouth.
GOWER 55Here comes his Majesty.

Alarum. Enter King Harry, Exeter, Warwick, Gloucester,
Heralds and Bourbon with other prisoners. Flourish.


KING HENRY 
 I was not angry since I came to France

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 Until this instant. Take a trumpet, herald.
 Ride thou unto the horsemen on yond hill.
 If they will fight with us, bid them come down,
60 Or void the field. They do offend our sight.
 If they’ll do neither, we will come to them
 And make them skirr away as swift as stones
 Enforcèd from the old Assyrian slings.
 Besides, we’ll cut the throats of those we have,
65 And not a man of them that we shall take
 Shall taste our mercy. Go and tell them so.

Enter Montjoy.

EXETER 
 Here comes the herald of the French, my liege.
GLOUCESTER 
 His eyes are humbler than they used to be.
KING HENRY 
 How now, what means this, herald? Know’st thou
70 not
 That I have fined these bones of mine for ransom?
 Com’st thou again for ransom?
MONTJOY  No, great king.
 I come to thee for charitable license,
75 That we may wander o’er this bloody field
 To book our dead and then to bury them,
 To sort our nobles from our common men,
 For many of our princes—woe the while!—
 Lie drowned and soaked in mercenary blood.
80 So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs
 In blood of princes, and the wounded steeds
 Fret fetlock deep in gore, and with wild rage
 Yerk out their armèd heels at their dead masters,
 Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king,
85 To view the field in safety and dispose
 Of their dead bodies.
KING HENRY  I tell thee truly, herald,

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 I know not if the day be ours or no,
 For yet a many of your horsemen peer
90 And gallop o’er the field.
MONTJOY  The day is yours.
KING HENRY 
 Praised be God, and not our strength, for it!
 What is this castle called that stands hard by?
MONTJOY They call it Agincourt.
KING HENRY 
95 Then call we this the field of Agincourt,
 Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.
FLUELLEN Your grandfather of famous memory, an ’t
 please your Majesty, and your great-uncle Edward
 the Plack Prince of Wales, as I have read in the
100 chronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in
 France.
KING HENRY They did, Fluellen.
FLUELLEN Your Majesty says very true. If your Majesties
 is remembered of it, the Welshmen did good
105 service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing
 leeks in their Monmouth caps, which, your Majesty
 know, to this hour is an honorable badge of the
 service. And I do believe your Majesty takes no
 scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy’s day.
KING HENRY 
110 I wear it for a memorable honor,
 For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman.
FLUELLEN All the water in Wye cannot wash your
 Majesty’s Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell
 you that. God pless it and preserve it as long as it
115 pleases his Grace and his Majesty too.
KING HENRY Thanks, good my countryman.
FLUELLEN By Jeshu, I am your Majesty’s countryman,
 I care not who know it. I will confess it to all the
 ’orld. I need not to be ashamed of your Majesty,

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120 praised be God, so long as your Majesty is an
 honest man.
KING HENRY 
 God keep me so.—Our heralds, go with him.
 Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
 On both our parts.
Montjoy, English Heralds, and Gower exit.

Enter Williams.

125 Call yonder fellow hither.
EXETER Soldier, you must come to the King.
KING HENRY Soldier, why wear’st thou that glove in thy
 cap?
WILLIAMS An ’t please your Majesty, ’tis the gage of
130 one that I should fight withal, if he be alive.
KING HENRY An Englishman?
WILLIAMS An ’t please your Majesty, a rascal that
 swaggered with me last night, who, if alive and ever
 dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to take
135 him a box o’ th’ ear, or if I can see my glove in his
 cap, which he swore, as he was a soldier, he would
 wear if alive, I will strike it out soundly.
KING HENRY What think you, Captain Fluellen, is it fit
 this soldier keep his oath?
FLUELLEN 140He is a craven and a villain else, an ’t
 please your Majesty, in my conscience.
KING HENRY It may be his enemy is a gentleman of
 great sort, quite from the answer of his degree.
FLUELLEN Though he be as good a gentleman as the
145 devil is, as Lucifer and Beelzebub himself, it is
 necessary, look your Grace, that he keep his vow
 and his oath. If he be perjured, see you now, his
 reputation is as arrant a villain and a Jack Sauce as
 ever his black shoe trod upon God’s ground and His
150 earth, in my conscience, la.

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KING HENRY Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou
 meet’st the fellow.
WILLIAMS So I will, my liege, as I live.
KING HENRY Who serv’st thou under?
WILLIAMS 155Under Captain Gower, my liege.
FLUELLEN Gower is a good captain, and is good knowledge
 and literatured in the wars.
KING HENRY Call him hither to me, soldier.
WILLIAMS I will, my liege.He exits.
KING HENRY, giving Fluellen Williams’s glove 160Here,
 Fluellen, wear thou this favor for me, and stick it in
 thy cap. When Alençon and myself were down
 together, I plucked this glove from his helm. If any
 man challenge this, he is a friend to Alençon and an
165 enemy to our person. If thou encounter any such,
 apprehend him, an thou dost me love.
FLUELLEN, putting the glove in his cap Your Grace
 does me as great honors as can be desired in the
 hearts of his subjects. I would fain see the man that
170 has but two legs that shall find himself aggriefed at
 this glove, that is all; but I would fain see it once, an
 please God of His grace that I might see.
KING HENRY Know’st thou Gower?
FLUELLEN He is my dear friend, an please you.
KING HENRY 175Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to
 my tent.
FLUELLEN I will fetch him.He exits.
KING HENRY 
 My Lord of Warwick and my brother Gloucester,
 Follow Fluellen closely at the heels.
180 The glove which I have given him for a favor
 May haply purchase him a box o’ th’ ear.
 It is the soldier’s. I by bargain should
 Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick.
 If that the soldier strike him, as I judge
185 By his blunt bearing he will keep his word,

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 Some sudden mischief may arise of it,
 For I do know Fluellen valiant
 And, touched with choler, hot as gunpowder,
 And quickly will return an injury.
190 Follow, and see there be no harm between them.—
 Go you with me, uncle of Exeter.
They exit.


Scene 8
Enter Gower and Williams.

WILLIAMS I warrant it is to knight you, captain.

Enter Fluellen, wearing Williams’s glove.

FLUELLEN, to Gower God’s will and His pleasure,
 captain, I beseech you now, come apace to the
 King. There is more good toward you peradventure
5 than is in your knowledge to dream of.
WILLIAMS, to Fluellen, pointing to the glove in his own
 hat
 Sir, know you this glove?
FLUELLEN Know the glove? I know the glove is a glove.
WILLIAMS I know this, and thus I challenge it.
Strikes him.
FLUELLEN ’Sblood, an arrant traitor as any ’s in the
10 universal world, or in France, or in England!
GOWER, to Williams How now, sir? You villain!
WILLIAMS Do you think I’ll be forsworn?
FLUELLEN Stand away, Captain Gower. I will give treason
 his payment into plows, I warrant you.
WILLIAMS 15I am no traitor.
FLUELLEN That’s a lie in thy throat.—I charge you in
 his Majesty’s name, apprehend him. He’s a friend
 of the Duke Alençon’s.

Enter Warwick and Gloucester.


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WARWICK How now, how now, what’s the matter?
FLUELLEN 20My 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.

Enter King of England and Exeter.

 Here is his Majesty.
KING HENRY 25How now, what’s the matter?
FLUELLEN My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that,
 look your Grace, has struck the glove which your
 Majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon.
WILLIAMS My liege, this was my glove; here is the fellow
30 of it. And he that I gave it to in change promised to
 wear it in his cap. I promised 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.
FLUELLEN Your Majesty, hear now, saving your Majesty’s
35 manhood, what an arrant, rascally, beggarly,
 lousy knave it is. I hope your Majesty is pear me
 testimony and witness and will avouchment that
 this is the glove of Alençon that your Majesty is give
 me, in your conscience now.
KING HENRY, to Williams 40Give me thy glove, soldier.
 Look, here is the fellow of it.
 ’Twas I indeed thou promised’st to strike,
 And thou hast given me most bitter terms.
FLUELLEN An please your Majesty, let his neck answer
45 for it, if there is any martial law in the world.
KING HENRY, to Williams How canst thou make me
 satisfaction?
WILLIAMS All offenses, my lord, come from the heart.
 Never came any from mine that might offend your
50 Majesty.
KING HENRY It was ourself thou didst abuse.
WILLIAMS Your Majesty came not like yourself. You

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 appeared to me but as a common man; witness the
 night, your garments, your lowliness. And what
55 your Highness suffered under that shape, I beseech
 you take it for your own fault and not mine, for, had
 you been as I took you for, I made no offense.
 Therefore, I beseech your Highness pardon me.
KING HENRY 
 Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns
60 And give it to this fellow.—Keep it, fellow,
 And wear it for an honor in thy cap
 Till I do challenge it.—Give him the crowns.—
 And, captain, you must needs be friends with him.
FLUELLEN By this day and this light, the fellow has
65 mettle enough in his belly.—Hold, there is twelvepence
 for you, and I pray you to serve God and keep
 you out of prawls and prabbles and quarrels and
 dissensions, and I warrant you it is the better for
 you.
WILLIAMS 70I will none of your money.
FLUELLEN It is with a good will. I can tell you it will
 serve you to mend your shoes. Come, wherefore
 should you be so pashful? Your shoes is not so
 good. ’Tis a good silling, I warrant you, or I will
75 change it.

Enter an English Herald.

KING HENRY Now, herald, are the dead numbered?
HERALD, giving the King a paper 
 Here is the number of the slaughtered French.
KING HENRY, to Exeter 
 What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle?
EXETER 
 Charles, Duke of Orléans, nephew to the King;
80 John, Duke of Bourbon, and Lord Bouciqualt.
 Of other lords and barons, knights and squires,
 Full fifteen hundred, besides common men.

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KING HENRY 
 This note doth tell me of ten thousand French
 That in the field lie slain. Of princes in this number
85 And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
 One hundred twenty-six. Added to these,
 Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen,
 Eight thousand and four hundred, of the which
 Five hundred were but yesterday dubbed knights.
90 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:
95 Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France;
 Jacques of Chatillon, Admiral of France;
 The Master of the Crossbows, Lord Rambures;
 Great Master of France, the brave Sir Guichard
 Dauphin;
100 John, Duke of Alençon; Anthony, Duke of Brabant,
 The brother to the Duke of Burgundy;
 And Edward, Duke of Bar. Of lusty earls:
 Grandpré and Roussi, Faulconbridge and Foix,
 Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Lestrale.
105 Here was a royal fellowship of death.
 Where is the number of our English dead?
Herald gives him another paper.
 Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk,
 Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam, esquire;
 None else of name, and of all other men
110 But five and twenty. 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 even play of battle,
 Was ever known so great and little loss
115 On one part and on th’ other? Take it, God,
 For it is none but thine.

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EXETER  ’Tis wonderful.
KING HENRY 
 Come, go we in procession to the village,
 And be it death proclaimèd through our host
120 To boast of this or take that praise from God
 Which is His only.
FLUELLEN Is it not lawful, an please your Majesty, to
 tell how many is killed?
KING HENRY 
 Yes, captain, but with this acknowledgment:
125 That God fought for us.
FLUELLEN Yes, my conscience, He did us great good.
KING HENRY Do we all holy rites.
 Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum,
 The dead with charity enclosed in clay,
130 And then to Calais, and to England then,
 Where ne’er from France arrived more happy men.
They exit.


ACT 5
Enter Chorus.

CHORUS 
 Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story
 That I may prompt them; and of such as have,
 I humbly pray them to admit th’ excuse
 Of time, of numbers, and due course of things,
5 Which cannot in their huge and proper life
 Be here presented. Now we bear the King
 Toward Calais. Grant him there. There seen,
 Heave him away upon your wingèd thoughts
 Athwart the sea. Behold, the English beach
10 Pales in the flood with men, wives, and boys,
 Whose shouts and claps outvoice the deep-mouthed
 sea,
 Which, like a mighty whiffler ’fore the King
 Seems to prepare his way. So let him land,
15 And solemnly see him set on to London.
 So swift a pace hath thought that even now
 You may imagine him upon Blackheath,
 Where that his lords desire him to have borne
 His bruisèd helmet and his bended sword
20 Before him through the city. He forbids it,
 Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride,
 Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent
 Quite from himself, to God. But now behold,
205

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 In the quick forge and workinghouse of thought,
25 How London doth pour out her citizens.
 The Mayor and all his brethren in best sort,
 Like to the senators of th’ antique Rome,
 With the plebeians swarming at their heels,
 Go forth and fetch their conqu’ring Caesar in—
30 As, by a lower but by loving likelihood
 Were now the general of our gracious empress,
 As in good time he may, from Ireland coming,
 Bringing rebellion broachèd on his sword,
 How many would the peaceful city quit
35 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 stay at home;
40 The Emperor’s coming in behalf of France
 To order peace between them) and omit
 All the occurrences, whatever chanced,
 Till Harry’s back return again to France.
 There must we bring him, and myself have played
45 The interim, by remembering you ’tis past.
 Then brook abridgment, and your eyes advance
 After your thoughts, straight back again to France.
He exits.


Scene 1
Enter Fluellen and Gower.

GOWER Nay, that’s right. But why wear you your leek
 today? Saint Davy’s day is past.
FLUELLEN There is occasions and causes why and
 wherefore in all things. I will tell you ass my
5 friend, Captain Gower. The rascally, scald, beggarly,
 lousy, pragging knave Pistol, which you and

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 yourself and all the world know to be no petter than
 a fellow, look you now, of no merits, he is come to
 me and prings me pread and salt yesterday, look
10 you, and bid me eat my leek. It was in a place where
 I could not breed no contention with him, but I will
 be so bold as to wear it in my cap till I see him once
 again, and then I will tell him a little piece of my
 desires.

Enter Pistol.

GOWER 15Why here he comes, swelling like a
 turkey-cock.
FLUELLEN ’Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his
 turkey-cocks.—God pless you, Aunchient Pistol,
 you scurvy, lousy knave, God pless you.
PISTOL 20Ha, art thou bedlam? Dost thou thirst, base
 Trojan, to have me fold up Parca’s fatal web? Hence.
 I am qualmish at the smell of leek.
FLUELLEN I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lousy knave,
 at my desires and my requests and my petitions, to
25 eat, look you, this leek. Because, look you, you do
 not love it, nor your affections and your appetites
 and your disgestions does not agree with it, I would
 desire you to eat it.
PISTOL Not for Cadwallader and all his goats.
FLUELLEN 30There is one goat for you. (Strikes him
 with a cudgel.) 
Will you be so good, scald knave,
 as eat it?
PISTOL Base Trojan, thou shalt die.
FLUELLEN You say very true, scald knave, when God’s
35 will is. I will desire you to live in the meantime and
 eat your victuals. Come, there is sauce for it. Strikes
 him. 
You called me yesterday “mountain squire,”
 but I will make you today a squire of low degree. I
 pray you, fall to. If you can mock a leek, you can eat
40 a leek.

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GOWER Enough, captain. You have astonished him.
FLUELLEN I say I will make him eat some part of my
 leek, or I will peat his pate four days.—Bite, I pray
 you. It is good for your green wound and your
45 ploody coxcomb.
PISTOL Must I bite?
FLUELLEN Yes, certainly, and out of doubt and out of
 question, too, and ambiguities.
PISTOL By this leek, I will most horribly revenge.
50 Fluellen threatens him. I eat and eat, I swear—
FLUELLEN Eat, I pray you. Will you have some more
 sauce to your leek? There is not enough leek to
 swear by.
PISTOL Quiet thy cudgel. Thou dost see I eat.
FLUELLEN 55Much good do you, scald knave, heartily.
 Nay, pray you throw none away. The skin is good for
 your broken coxcomb. When you take occásions to
 see leeks hereafter, I pray you mock at ’em, that is
 all.
PISTOL 60Good.
FLUELLEN Ay, leeks is good. Hold you, there is a groat
 to heal your pate.
PISTOL Me, a groat?
FLUELLEN Yes, verily, and in truth you shall take it, or I
65 have another leek in my pocket, which you shall
 eat.
PISTOL I take thy groat in earnest of revenge.
FLUELLEN If I owe you anything, I will pay you in
 cudgels. You shall be a woodmonger and buy
70 nothing of me but cudgels. God be wi’ you and
 keep you and heal your pate.He exits.
PISTOL All hell shall stir for this.
GOWER Go, go. You are a counterfeit cowardly knave.
 Will you mock at an ancient tradition begun upon
75 an honorable respect and worn as a memorable
 trophy of predeceased valor, and dare not avouch in

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 your deeds any of your words? I have seen you
 gleeking and galling at this gentleman twice or
 thrice. You thought because he could not speak
80 English in the native garb, he could not therefore
 handle an English cudgel. You find it otherwise, and
 henceforth let a Welsh correction teach you a good
 English condition. Fare you well.He exits.
PISTOL Doth Fortune play the huswife with me now?
85 News have I that my Doll is dead i’ th’ spital of a
 malady of France, and there my rendezvous is quite
 cut off. Old I do wax, and from my weary limbs
 honor is cudgeled. Well, bawd I’ll turn, and something
 lean to cutpurse of quick hand. To England
90 will I steal, and there I’ll steal.
 And patches will I get unto these cudgeled scars,
 And swear I got them in the Gallia wars.
He exits.


Scene 2
Enter at one door, King Henry, Exeter, Bedford,
Warwick, Westmoreland, and other Lords. At another,
Queen Isabel of France, the King of France, the
Princess Katherine and Alice, the Duke of Burgundy,
and other French.


KING HENRY 
 Peace to this meeting wherefor we are met.
 Unto our brother France and to our sister,
 Health and fair time of day.—Joy and good wishes
 To our most fair and princely cousin Katherine.—
5 And, as a branch and member of this royalty,
 By whom this great assembly is contrived,
 We do salute you, Duke of Burgundy.—
 And princes French, and peers, health to you all.

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KING OF FRANCE 
 Right joyous are we to behold your face,
10 Most worthy brother England. Fairly met.—
 So are you, princes English, every one.
QUEEN OF FRANCE 
 So happy be the issue, brother Ireland,
 Of this good day and of this gracious meeting,
 As we are now glad to behold your eyes—
15 Your eyes which hitherto have borne in them
 Against the French that met them in their bent
 The fatal balls of murdering basilisks.
 The venom of such looks, we fairly hope,
 Have lost their quality, and that this day
20 Shall change all griefs and quarrels into love.
KING HENRY 
 To cry “Amen” to that, thus we appear.
QUEEN OF FRANCE 
 You English princes all, I do salute you.
BURGUNDY 
 My duty to you both, on equal love,
 Great kings of France and England. That I have
25 labored
 With all my wits, my pains, and strong endeavors
 To bring your most imperial Majesties
 Unto this bar and royal interview,
 Your Mightiness on both parts best can witness.
30 Since, then, my office hath so far prevailed
 That face to face and royal eye to eye
 You have congreeted, let it not disgrace me
 If I demand before this royal view
 What rub or what impediment there is
35 Why that the naked, poor, and mangled peace,
 Dear nurse of arts, plenties, and joyful births,
 Should not in this best garden of the world,
 Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage?
 Alas, she hath from France too long been chased,

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40 And all her husbandry doth lie on heaps,
 Corrupting in its own fertility.
 Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart,
 Unprunèd, dies. Her hedges, even-pleached,
 Like prisoners wildly overgrown with hair,
45 Put forth disordered twigs. Her fallow leas
 The darnel, hemlock, and rank fumitory
 Doth root upon, while that the coulter rusts
 That should deracinate such savagery.
 The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth
50 The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover,
 Wanting the scythe, withal uncorrected, rank,
 Conceives by idleness, and nothing teems
 But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burrs,
 Losing both beauty and utility.
55 And all our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges,
 Defective in their natures, grow to wildness.
 Even so our houses and ourselves and children
 Have lost, or do not learn for want of time,
 The sciences that should become our country,
60 But grow like savages, as soldiers will
 That nothing do but meditate on blood,
 To swearing and stern looks, diffused attire,
 And everything that seems unnatural.
 Which to reduce into our former favor
65 You are assembled, and my speech entreats
 That I may know the let why gentle peace
 Should not expel these inconveniences
 And bless us with her former qualities.
KING HENRY 
 If, Duke of Burgundy, you would the peace,
70 Whose want gives growth to th’ imperfections
 Which you have cited, you must buy that peace
 With full accord to all our just demands,
 Whose tenors and particular effects
 You have, enscheduled briefly, in your hands.

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BURGUNDY 
75 The King hath heard them, to the which as yet
 There is no answer made.
KING HENRY 
 Well then, the peace which you before so urged
 Lies in his answer.
KING OF FRANCE 
 I have but with a cursitory eye
80 O’erglanced the articles. Pleaseth your Grace
 To appoint some of your council presently
 To sit with us once more with better heed
 To resurvey them, we will suddenly
 Pass our accept and peremptory answer.
KING HENRY 
85 Brother, we shall.—Go, uncle Exeter,
 And brother Clarence, and you, brother Gloucester,
 Warwick, and Huntington, go with the King,
 And take with you free power to ratify,
 Augment, or alter, as your wisdoms best
90 Shall see advantageable for our dignity,
 Anything in or out of our demands,
 And we’ll consign thereto.—Will you, fair sister,
 Go with the princes or stay here with us?
QUEEN OF FRANCE 
 Our gracious brother, I will go with them.
95 Haply a woman’s voice may do some good
 When articles too nicely urged be stood on.
KING HENRY 
 Yet leave our cousin Katherine here with us.
 She is our capital demand, comprised
 Within the forerank of our articles.
QUEEN OF FRANCE 
100 She hath good leave.
All but Katherine, and the King of England,
and Alice exit.

KING HENRY  Fair Katherine, and most fair,

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 Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms
 Such as will enter at a lady’s ear
 And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?
KATHERINE 105Your Majesty shall mock at me. I cannot
 speak your England.
KING HENRY O fair Katherine, if you will love me
 soundly with your French heart, I will be glad to
 hear you confess it brokenly with your English
110 tongue. Do you like me, Kate?
KATHERINE Pardonnez-moi, I cannot tell wat is “like
 me.”
KING HENRY An angel is like you, Kate, and you are
 like an angel.
KATHERINE, to Alice 115Que dit-il? Que je suis semblable à
 les anges?

ALICE Oui, vraiment, sauf votre Grâce, ainsi dit-il.
KING HENRY I said so, dear Katherine, and I must not
 blush to affirm it.
KATHERINE 120Ô bon Dieu, les langues des hommes sont
 pleines de tromperies.

KING HENRY, to Alice What says she, fair one? That the
 tongues of men are full of deceits?
ALICE Oui, dat de tongues of de mans is be full of
125 deceits; dat is de Princess.
KING HENRY The Princess is the better Englishwoman.—
 I’ faith, Kate, my wooing is fit for thy
 understanding. I am glad thou canst speak no
 better English, for if thou couldst, thou wouldst
130 find me such a plain king that thou wouldst think I
 had sold my farm to buy my crown. I know no ways
 to mince it in love, but directly to say “I love you.”
 Then if you urge me farther than to say “Do you, in
 faith?” I wear out my suit. Give me your answer, i’
135 faith, do; and so clap hands and a bargain. How say
 you, lady?
KATHERINE Sauf votre honneur, me understand well.

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KING HENRY Marry, if you would put me to verses or
 to dance for your sake, Kate, why you undid me.
140 For the one, I have neither words nor measure; and
 for the other, I have no strength in measure, yet a
 reasonable measure in strength. If I could win a
 lady at leapfrog or by vaulting into my saddle with
 my armor on my back, under the correction of
145 bragging be it spoken, I should quickly leap into a
 wife. Or if I might buffet for my love, or bound my
 horse for her favors, I could lay on like a butcher
 and sit like a jackanapes, never off. But, before God,
 Kate, I cannot look greenly nor gasp out my eloquence,
150 nor I have no cunning in protestation, only
 downright oaths, which I never use till urged, nor
 never break for urging. If thou canst love a fellow of
 this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth sun-burning,
 that never looks in his glass for love of
155 anything he sees there, let thine eye be thy cook. I
 speak to thee plain soldier. If thou canst love me for
 this, take me. If not, to say to thee that I shall die is
 true, but for thy love, by the Lord, no. Yet I love thee
 too. And while thou liv’st, dear Kate, take a fellow of
160 plain and uncoined constancy, for he perforce must
 do thee right because he hath not the gift to woo in
 other places. For these fellows of infinite tongue,
 that can rhyme themselves into ladies’ favors, they
 do always reason themselves out again. What? A
165 speaker is but a prater, a rhyme is but a ballad, a
 good leg will fall, a straight back will stoop, a black
 beard will turn white, a curled pate will grow bald,
 a fair face will wither, a full eye will wax hollow, but
 a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon, or
170 rather the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright
 and never changes but keeps his course truly. If
 thou would have such a one, take me. And take me,
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 say’st thou then to my love? Speak, my fair, and
175 fairly, I pray thee.
KATHERINE Is it possible dat I sould love de enemy of
 France?
KING HENRY No, it is not possible you should love the
 enemy of France, Kate. But, in loving me, you
180 should love the friend of France, for I love France
 so well that I will not part with a village of it. I will
 have it all mine. And, Kate, when France is mine
 and I am yours, then yours is France and you are
 mine.
KATHERINE 185I cannot tell wat is dat.
KING HENRY No, Kate? I will tell thee in French,
 which I am sure will hang upon my tongue like a
 new-married wife about her husband’s neck, hardly
 to be shook off. Je quand sur le possession de
190 France, et quand vous avez le possession de moi
—let
 me see, what then? Saint Denis be my speed!—donc
 vôtre est France, et vous êtes mienne.
 It is as easy for
 me, Kate, to conquer the kingdom as to speak so
 much more French. I shall never move thee in
195 French, unless it be to laugh at me.
KATHERINE Sauf votre honneur, le français que vous
 parlez, il est meilleur que l’anglais lequel je parle.

KING HENRY No, faith, is ’t not, Kate, but thy speaking
 of my tongue, and I thine, most truly-falsely must
200 needs be granted to be much at one. But, Kate, dost
 thou understand thus much English? Canst thou
 love me?
KATHERINE I cannot tell.
KING HENRY Can any of your neighbors tell, Kate? I’ll
205 ask them. Come, I know thou lovest me; and at
 night, when you come into your closet, you’ll question
 this gentlewoman about me, and, I know, Kate,
 you will, to her, dispraise those parts in me that you
 love with your heart. But, good Kate, mock me

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210 mercifully, the rather, gentle princess, because I
 love thee cruelly. If ever thou beest mine, Kate, as I
 have a saving faith within me tells me thou shalt, I
 get thee with scambling, and thou must therefore
 needs prove a good soldier-breeder. Shall not thou
215 and I, between Saint Denis and Saint George, compound
 a boy, half French, half English, that shall go
 to Constantinople and take the Turk by the beard?
 Shall we not? What say’st thou, my fair flower de
 luce?
KATHERINE 220I do not know dat.
KING HENRY No, ’tis hereafter to know, but now to
 promise. Do but now promise, Kate, you will
 endeavor for your French part of such a boy; and
 for my English moiety, take the word of a king and
225 a bachelor. How answer you, la plus belle Katherine
 du monde, mon très cher et divin déesse?

KATHERINE Your Majesté ’ave fausse French enough to
 deceive de most sage demoiselle dat is en France.
KING HENRY Now fie upon my false French. By mine
230 honor, in true English, I love thee, Kate. By which
 honor I dare not swear thou lovest me, yet my blood
 begins to flatter me that thou dost, notwithstanding
 the poor and untempering effect of my visage. Now
 beshrew my father’s ambition! He was thinking of
235 civil wars when he got me; therefore was I created
 with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that
 when I come to woo ladies, I fright them. But, in
 faith, Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear.
 My comfort is that old age, that ill layer-up of
240 beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face. Thou
 hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst, and thou shalt
 wear me, if thou wear me, better and better. And
 therefore tell me, most fair Katherine, will you have
 me? Put off your maiden blushes, avouch the
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 take me by the hand, and say “Harry of England, I
 am thine,” which word thou shalt no sooner bless
 mine ear withal, but I will tell thee aloud “England
 is thine, Ireland is thine, France is thine, and Henry
250 Plantagenet is thine,” who, though I speak it before
 his face, if he be not fellow with the best king, thou
 shalt find the best king of good fellows. Come, your
 answer in broken music, for thy voice is music, and
 thy English broken. Therefore, queen of all, Katherine,
255 break thy mind to me in broken English. Wilt
 thou have me?
KATHERINE Dat is as it shall please de roi mon père.
KING HENRY Nay, it will please him well, Kate; it shall
 please him, Kate.
KATHERINE 260Den it sall also content me.
KING HENRY Upon that I kiss your hand, and I call you
 my queen.
KATHERINE Laissez, mon seigneur, laissez, laissez! Ma
 foi, je ne veux point que vous abaissiez votre grandeur,
265 en baisant la main d’ une—Notre Seigneur!—
 indigne serviteur. Excusez-moi, je vous supplie, mon
 très puissant seigneur.

KING HENRY Then I will kiss your lips, Kate.
KATHERINE Les dames et demoiselles, pour être baisées
270 devant leurs noces, il n’est pas la coutume de France.

KING HENRY Madam my interpreter, what says she?
ALICE Dat it is not be de fashion pour les ladies of
 France—I cannot tell wat is baiser en Anglish.
KING HENRY To kiss.
ALICE 275Your Majesté entendre bettre que moi.
KING HENRY It is not a fashion for the maids in France
 to kiss before they are married, would she say?
ALICE Oui, vraiment.
KING HENRY O Kate, nice customs curtsy to great
280 kings. Dear Kate, you and I cannot be confined
 within the weak list of a country’s fashion. We are

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 the makers of manners, Kate, and the liberty that
 follows our places stops the mouth of all find-faults,
 as I will do yours for upholding the nice fashion of
285 your country in denying me a kiss. Therefore,
 patiently and yielding. He kisses her. You have
 witchcraft in your lips, Kate. There is more eloquence
 in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues
 of the French council, and they should sooner
290 persuade Harry of England than a general petition
 of monarchs.

Enter the French power, the French King and Queen
and Burgundy, and the English Lords Westmoreland
and Exeter.

 Here comes your father.
BURGUNDY God save your Majesty. My royal cousin,
 teach you our princess English?
KING HENRY 295I would have her learn, my fair cousin,
 how perfectly I love her, and that is good English.
BURGUNDY Is she not apt?
KING HENRY Our tongue is rough, coz, and my condition
 is not smooth, so that, having neither the voice
300 nor the heart of flattery about me, I cannot so
 conjure up the spirit of love in her that he will
 appear in his true likeness.
BURGUNDY Pardon the frankness of my mirth if I
 answer you for that. If you would conjure in her,
305 you must make a circle; if conjure up Love in her in
 his true likeness, he must appear naked and blind.
 Can you blame her, then, being a maid yet rosed
 over with the virgin crimson of modesty, if she deny
 the appearance of a naked blind boy in her naked
310 seeing self? It were, my lord, a hard condition for a
 maid to consign to.
KING HENRY Yet they do wink and yield, as love is
 blind and enforces.

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BURGUNDY They are then excused, my lord, when they
315 see not what they do.
KING HENRY Then, good my lord, teach your cousin to
 consent winking.
BURGUNDY I will wink on her to consent, my lord, if
 you will teach her to know my meaning, for maids
320 well summered and warm kept are like flies at
 Bartholomew-tide: blind, though they have their
 eyes; and then they will endure handling, which
 before would not abide looking on.
KING HENRY This moral ties me over to time and a hot
325 summer. And so I shall catch the fly, your cousin,
 in the latter end, and she must be blind too.
BURGUNDY As love is, my lord, before it loves.
KING HENRY It is so. And you may, some of you, thank
 love for my blindness, who cannot see many a fair
330 French city for one fair French maid that stands in
 my way.
KING OF FRANCE Yes, my lord, you see them perspectively,
 the cities turned into a maid, for they are all
 girdled with maiden walls that war hath never
335 entered.
KING HENRY Shall Kate be my wife?
KING OF FRANCE So please you.
KING HENRY I am content, so the maiden cities you
 talk of may wait on her. So the maid that stood in
340 the way for my wish shall show me the way to my
 will.
KING OF FRANCE 
 We have consented to all terms of reason.
KING HENRY Is ’t so, my lords of England?
WESTMORELAND 
 The King hath granted every article,
345 His daughter first, and, in sequel, all,
 According to their firm proposèd natures.

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EXETER 
 Only he hath not yet subscribèd this:
 Where your Majesty demands that the King of
 France, having any occasion to write for matter of
350 grant, shall name your Highness in this form and
 with this addition, in French: Notre très cher fils
 Henri, roi d’ Angleterre, héritier de France;
 and thus
 in Latin: Praeclarissimus filius noster Henricus, rex
 Angliae et hœres Franciae.

KING OF FRANCE 
355 Nor this I have not, brother, so denied
 But your request shall make me let it pass.
KING HENRY 
 I pray you, then, in love and dear alliance,
 Let that one article rank with the rest,
 And thereupon give me your daughter.
KING OF FRANCE 
360 Take her, fair son, and from her blood raise up
 Issue to me, that the contending kingdoms
 Of France and England, whose very shores look pale
 With envy of each other’s happiness,
 May cease their hatred, and this dear conjunction
365 Plant neighborhood and Christian-like accord
 In their sweet bosoms, that never war advance
 His bleeding sword ’twixt England and fair France.
LORDS Amen.
KING HENRY 
 Now welcome, Kate, and bear me witness all
370 That here I kiss her as my sovereign queen.
He kisses her. Flourish.
QUEEN OF FRANCE 
 God, the best maker of all marriages,
 Combine your hearts in one, your realms in one.
 As man and wife, being two, are one in love,
 So be there ’twixt your kingdoms such a spousal
375 That never may ill office or fell jealousy,

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 Which troubles oft the bed of blessèd marriage,
 Thrust in between the paction of these kingdoms
 To make divorce of their incorporate league,
 That English may as French, French Englishmen,
380 Receive each other. God speak this Amen!
ALL Amen.
KING HENRY 
 Prepare we for our marriage; on which day,
 My Lord of Burgundy, we’ll take your oath,
 And all the peers’, for surety of our leagues.
385 Then shall I swear to Kate, and you to me,
 And may our oaths well kept and prosp’rous be.
Sennet. They exit.


Enter Chorus as Epilogue.

CHORUS 
 Thus far with rough and all-unable pen
 Our bending author hath pursued the story,
 In little room confining mighty men,
 Mangling by starts the full course of their glory.
5 Small time, but in that small most greatly lived
 This star of England. Fortune made his sword,
 By which the world’s best garden he achieved
 And of it left his son imperial lord.
 Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crowned King
10 Of France and England, did this king succeed,
 Whose state so many had the managing
 That they lost France and made his England bleed,
 Which oft our stage hath shown. And for their sake,
 In your fair minds let this acceptance take.
He exits.