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Title: King Henry the Fifth

Author: William Shakespeare

Editor: Charles John Kean

Release date: September 28, 2007 [eBook #22791]

Language: English

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[Transcriber's Note:

This is not the text of _Henry V_ as written by Shakespeare. It is an
acting version produced by Charles Kean in 1859. Approximate scene
correspondences are listed at the end of the e-text.

The original book had three types of notes. Footnotes, marked with
asterisks or numbers, were printed at the bottom of the page. Longer
notes, marked with letters, were printed at the end of each Act as
"Historical Notes". For this e-text the asterisked notes are printed
immediately after their paragraph, while numbered footnotes are
collected at the end of each scene. The Historical Notes remain in
their original location, as does the Interlude between Acts IV and V
(printed as a very long asterisked footnote). The original numbering
has been retained.]


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             Shakespeare's Play Of

             KING HENRY THE FIFTH,

        Arranged for Representation at
            the Princess's Theatre,

                      with
       HISTORICAL AND EXPLANATORY NOTES,

                       by
             CHARLES KEAN, F.S.A.,

              As First Performed
          On MONDAY, MARCH 28th, 1859.




  Entered At Stationers' Hall.

  London:
  Printed by John K. Chapman and Co.,
  5, Shoe Lane, and Peterborough Court, Fleet Street.

  PRICE ONE SHILLING.
  TO BE HAD IN THE THEATRE.




DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

  [Transcriber's Note:
  "Mrs. Charles Kean" was otherwise known as Ellen Tree. Throughout the
  play, the Hostess is called by her Henry IV name, Mrs. Quickly.]

  KING HENRY THE FIFTH,                       Mr. CHARLES KEAN.
  DUKE OF BEDFORD,    }                     { Mr. DALY.
  DUKE OF GLOUCESTER, }                     { Miss DALY.
    (_Brothers to the King_)
  DUKE OF EXETER (_Uncle to the King_)        Mr. COOPER.
  DUKE OF YORK (_Cousin to the King_)         Mr. FLEMING.
  EARL OF SALISBURY,                          Mr. WILSON.
  EARL OF WESTMORELAND,                       Mr. COLLETT.
  EARL OF WARWICK,                            Mr. WARREN.
  ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY,                   Mr. H. MELLON.
  BISHOP OF ELY,                              Mr. F. COOKE.
  EARL OF CAMBRIDGE, }                      { Mr. T. W. EDMONDS.
  LORD SCROOP,       }                      { Mr. CORMACK.
  SIR THOMAS GREY,   }                      { Mr. STOAKES.
    (_Conspirators against the King_)
  SIR THOMAS ERPINGHAM, }                   { Mr. GRAHAM.
  GOWER,                }                   { Mr. G. EVERETT.
  FLUELLEN,             }                   { Mr. MEADOWS.
    (_Officers in King Henry's Army_)
  BATES,    }                               { Mr. DODSWORTH.
  WILLIAMS, }                               { Mr. RYDER.
    (_Soldiers in the same_)
  NYM,      }                               { Mr. J. MORRIS.
  BARDOLPH, }                               { Mr. H. SAKER.
  PISTOL,   }                               { Mr. FRANK MATTHEWS.
    (_formerly Servants to Falstaff,
    now Soldiers in the same_)
  BOY (_Servant to them_)                     Miss KATE TERRY.
  ENGLISH HERALD,                             Mr. COLLIER.

  CHORUS,                                     Mrs. CHARLES KEAN.

  CHARLES THE SIXTH (_King of France_)        Mr. TERRY.
  LEWIS (_the Dauphin_)                       Mr. J. F. CATHCART.
  DUKE OF BURGUNDY,                           Mr. ROLLESTON.
  DUKE OF ORLEANS,                            Mr. BRAZIER.
  DUKE OF BOURBON,                            Mr. JAMES.
  THE CONSTABLE OF FRANCE,                    Mr. RAYMOND.
  RAMBURES, }                               { Mr. WALTERS.
  GRANDPRÈ, }                               { Mr. RICHARDSON.
    (_French Lords_)
  GOVERNOR OF HARFLEUR,                       Mr. PAULO.
  MONTJOY (_French Herald_)                   Mr. BARSBY.

  ISABEL (_Queen of France_)                  Miss MURRAY.
  KATHARINE                                   Miss CHAPMAN.
    (_Daughter of Charles and Isabel_)
  QUICKLY (_Pistol's Wife, a Hostess_)        Mrs. W. DALY.

_Lords, Ladies, Officers, French and English Soldiers, Messengers,
and Attendants._


The SCENE, at the Beginning of the Play, lies in England;
but afterwards in France.




STAGE DIRECTIONS.

R.H. means Right Hand; L.H. Left Hand; U.E. Upper Entrance. R.H.C.
Enters through the centre from the Right Hand; L.H.C. Enters through
the centre from the Left Hand.


RELATIVE POSITIONS OF THE PERFORMERS WHEN ON THE STAGE.

R. means on the Right Side of the Stage; L. on the Left Side of the
Stage; C. Centre of the Stage; R.C. Right Centre of the Stage; L.C.
Left Centre of the Stage.

--> The reader is supposed _to be on the Stage_, facing the Audience.

  THE SCENERY Painted by Mr. GRIEVE and Mr. TELBIN,
  Assisted by Mr. W. GORDON, Mr. F. LLOYDS,
  Mr. CUTHBERT, Mr. DAYES, Mr. MORRIS, &c., &c.
  THE MUSIC under the direction of Mr. ISAACSON.
  THE DANCE IN THE EPISODE by Mr. CORMACK.
  THE DECORATIONS AND APPOINTMENTS by Mr. E. W. BRADWELL.
  THE DRESSES by Mrs. and Miss HOGGINS.
  THE MACHINERY by Mr. G. HODSDON.
  PERRUQUIER, Mr. ASPLIN, of No. 13, New Bond Street.

--> _For reference to Historical Authorities indicated by Letters, see
end of each Act._




PREFACE.


In the selection of my last Shakespearean revival at the Princess's
Theatre, I have been actuated by a desire to present some of the finest
poetry of our great dramatic master, interwoven with a subject
illustrating a most memorable era in English history. No play appears
to be better adapted for this two-fold purpose than that which treats
of Shakespeare's favorite hero, and England's favorite king--Henry the
Fifth.

The period thus recalled is flattering to our national pride; and
however much the general feeling of the present day may be opposed to
the evils of war, there are few amongst us who can be reminded of the
military renown achieved by our ancestors on the fields of Crecy,
Poitiers, and Agincourt, without a glow of patriotic enthusiasm.

The political motives which induced the invasion of France in the year
1415 must be sought for in the warlike spirit of the times, and in the
martial character of the English sovereign. It is sufficient for
dramatic purposes that a few thousands of our countrymen, in their march
through a foreign land, enfeebled by sickness and encompassed by foes,
were able to subdue and scatter to the winds the multitudinous hosts of
France, on whose blood-stained soil ten thousand of her bravest sons lay
slain, mingled with scarcely one hundred Englishmen![*] Such a
marvellous disparity might well draw forth the pious acknowledgment of
King Henry,--

  "O God, thy arm was here;--
  And not to us, but to thy arm alone,
  Ascribe we all.--When, without stratagem,
  But in plain shock and even play of battle,
  Was ever known so great and little loss
  On one part and on the other?--Take it, God,
  For it is only thine!"

    [Footnote *: The English authorities vary in their statements
    from seventeen to one hundred killed. The French historian,
    Monstrelet, estimates the loss of his countrymen at ten thousand
    men.]

Shakespeare in this, as in other of his dramatic histories, has closely
followed Holinshed; but the light of his genius irradiates the dry pages
of the chronicler. The play of Henry the Fifth is not only a poetical
record of the past, but it is, as it were, "a song of triumph," a lay of
the minstrel pouring forth a pæan of victory. The gallant feats of our
forefathers are brought vividly before our eyes, inspiring sentiments
not to be excited by the mere perusal of books, reminding us of the
prowess of Englishmen in earlier days, and conveying an assurance of
what they will ever be in the hour of peril.

The descriptive poetry assigned to the "Chorus" between the acts is
retained as a peculiar feature, connecting and explaining the action as
it proceeds. This singular personage, so different from the Chorus of
antiquity, I have endeavoured to render instrumental to the general
effect of the play; the whole being planned with a view to realise, as
far as the appliances of a theatre can be exercised, the events of the
extraordinary campaign so decisively closed by the great conflict of
Agincourt, which ultimately placed two crowns on the brow of the
conqueror, and resulted in his marriage with Katharine, the daughter of
Charles the Sixth, King of France. Shakespeare does not in this
instance, as in _Pericles_ and the _Winter's Tale_, assign a distinct
individuality to the Chorus. For the figure of Time, under the semblance
of an aged man, which has been heretofore presented, will now be
substituted Clio, the muse of History. Thus, without violating
consistency, an opportunity is afforded to Mrs. Charles Kean, which the
play does not otherwise supply, of participating in this, the concluding
revival of her husband's management.

Between the fourth and fifth acts I have ventured to introduce, as in
the case of _Richard the Second_, a historical episode of action,
exhibiting the reception of King Henry on returning to his capital,
after the French expedition.

It would be impossible to include the manifold incidents of the royal
progress in one scene: neither could all the sites on which they
actually took place be successively exhibited. The most prominent are,
therefore, selected, and thrown into one locality--the approach to old
London bridge. Our audiences have previously witnessed the procession of
Bolingbroke, followed in silence by his deposed and captive predecessor.
An endeavor will now be made to exhibit the heroic son of that very
Bolingbroke, in his own hour of more lawful triumph, returning to the
same city; while thousands gazed upon him with mingled devotion and
delight, many of whom, perhaps, participated in the earlier reception of
his father, sixteen years before, under such different and painful
circumstances. The Victor of Agincourt is hailed, not as a successful
usurper, but as a conqueror; the adored sovereign of his people; the
pride of the nation; and apparently the chosen instrument of heaven,
crowned with imperishable glory. The portrait of this great man is drawn
throughout the play with the pencil of a master-hand. The pleasantry of
the prince occasionally peeps through the dignified reserve of the
monarch, as instanced in his conversations with Fluellen, and in the
exchange of gloves with the soldier Williams. His bearing is invariably
gallant, chivalrous, and truly devout; surmounting every obstacle by his
indomitable courage; and ever in the true feeling of a christian
warrior, placing his trust in the one Supreme Power, the only Giver of
victory! The introductions made throughout the play are presented less
with a view to spectacular effect, than from a desire to render the
stage a medium of historical knowledge, as well as an illustration of
dramatic poetry. _Accuracy_, not _show_, has been my object; and where
the two coalesce, it is because the one is inseparable from the other.
The entire scene of the episode has been modelled upon the facts related
by the late Sir Harris Nicholas, in his translated copy of a highly
interesting Latin MS., accidentally discovered in the British Museum,
written by a Priest, who accompanied the English army; and giving a
detailed account of every incident, from the embarkation at Southampton
to the return to London. The author tells us himself, that he was
present at Agincourt, and "_sat on horseback with the other priests,
among the baggage, in the rear of the battle_." We have, therefore, the
evidence of an eyewitness; and by that testimony I have regulated the
general representation of this noble play, but more especially the
introductory episode.

The music, under the direction of Mr. Isaacson, has been, in part,
selected from such ancient airs as remain to us of, or anterior to, the
date of Henry the Fifth, and, in part, composed to accord with the same
period. The "Song on the Victory of Agincourt," published at the end of
Sir Harris Nicholas's interesting narrative, and introduced in the
admirable work entitled "Popular Music of the Olden Time," by
W. Chappell, F.S.A., is sung by the boy choristers in the Episode. The
"Chanson Roland," to be found in the above-named work, is also given by
the entire chorus in the same scene. The Hymn of Thanksgiving, at the
end of the fourth act, is supposed to be as old as A.D. 1310. To give
effect to the music, fifty singers have been engaged.

As the term of my management is now drawing to a close, I may, perhaps,
be permitted, in a few words, to express my thanks for the support and
encouragement I have received. While endeavouring, to the best of my
ability and judgment, to uphold the interests of the drama in its most
exalted form, I may conscientiously assert, that I have been animated by
no selfish or commercial spirit. An enthusiast in the art to which my
life has been devoted, I have always entertained a deeply-rooted
conviction that the plan I have pursued for many seasons, might, in due
time, under fostering care, render the Stage productive of much benefit
to society at large. Impressed with a belief that the genius of
Shakespeare soars above all rivalry, that he is the most marvellous
writer the world has ever known, and that his works contain stores of
wisdom, intellectual and moral, I cannot but hope that one who has
toiled for so many years, in admiring sincerity, to spread abroad
amongst the multitude these invaluable gems, may, at least, be
considered as an honest labourer, adding his mite to the great cause of
civilisation and educational progress.

After nine years of unremitting exertion as actor and director, the
constant strain of mind and body warns me to retreat from a combined
duty which I find beyond my strength, and in the exercise of which,
neither zeal, nor devotion, nor consequent success, can continue to
beguile me into a belief that the end will compensate for the many
attendant troubles and anxieties. It would have been impossible, on my
part, to gratify my enthusiastic wishes, in the illustration of
Shakespeare, had not my previous career as an actor placed me in a
position of comparative independence with regard to speculative
disappointment. Wonderful as have been the yearly receipts, yet the vast
sums expended--sums, I have every reason to believe, not to be
paralleled in any theatre of the same capability throughout the
world--make it advisable that I should now retire from the self-imposed
responsibility of management, involving such a perilous outlay; and the
more especially, as a building so restricted in size as the Princess's,
renders any adequate return utterly hopeless.

My earnest aim has been to promote the well-being of my Profession; and
if, in any degree, I have attained so desirable an object, I trust I may
not be deemed presumptuous in cherishing the belief, that my arduous
struggle has won for me the honourable reward of--Public Approval.

CHARLES KEAN.




KING HENRY THE FIFTH.


    _Enter CHORUS._

  O for a muse of fire, that would ascend
  The brightest heaven of invention,[1]
  A kingdom for a stage, princes to act,
  And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
  Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
  Assume the port of Mars;[2] and, at his heels,
  Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire,
  Crouch for employment.(A) But pardon, gentles all,
  The flat unraised spirit that hath dar'd
  On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
  So great an object: Can this cockpit hold[3]
  The vasty fields of France? or may we cram
  Upon this little stage[4] the very casques[5]
  That did affright the air at Agincourt?
  O, pardon! since a crooked figure may
  Attest in little place, a million;
  And let us, cyphers to this great accompt,
  On your imaginary forces[6] work.
  Suppose within the girdle of these walls
  Are now confined two mighty monarchies,
  Whose high upreared and abutting fronts
  The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder:[7]
  Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts;
  Into a thousand parts divide one man,[8]
  And make imaginary puissance;[9]
  For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings,
  Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times,
  Turning the accomplishment of many years
  Into an hour-glass: For the which supply,
  Admit me Chorus to this history;
  Who, prologue-like, your humble patience pray,
  Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.

    [_Exit._


    [Footnote Ic.1: _O, for a muse of fire, &c._] This goes, says
    Warburton, upon the notion of the Peripatetic system, which
    imagines several heavens one above another, the last and highest
    of which was one of fire. It alludes, likewise, to the aspiring
    nature of fire, which, by its levity, at the separation of the
    chaos, took the highest seat of all the elements.]

    [Footnote Ic.2: _Assume the port of Mars;_] i.e., the demeanour,
    the carriage, air of Mars. From portée, French.]

    [Footnote Ic.3: _Can this cockpit hold_] Shakespeare probably
    calls the stage a cockpit, as the most diminutive enclosure
    present to his mind.]

    [Footnote Ic.4: _Upon this little stage_] The original text is
    "within this wooden O," in allusion, probably, to the theatre
    where this history was exhibited, being, from its _circular_ form,
    called _The Globe_.]

    [Footnote Ic.5: _----the very +casques+_] Even the helmets, much
    less the men by whom they were worn.]

    [Footnote Ic.6: _----+imaginary+ forces_] _Imaginary_ for
    _imaginative_, or your powers of fancy. Active and passive words
    are by Shakespeare frequently confounded.]

    [Footnote Ic.7: _The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder._]
    _Perilous narrow_ means no more than _very narrow_. In old books
    this mode of expression frequently occurs.]

    [Footnote Ic.8: _Into a thousand parts divide one man,_] i.e.,
    suppose every man to represent a thousand.]

    [Footnote Ic.9: _----make imaginary puissance:_] i.e., imagine you
    see an enemy.]




ACT I.


SCENE I.--THE PAINTED CHAMBER IN THE ROYAL PALACE AT WESTMINSTER.

    [Frequent reference is made in the Chronicles to the Painted
    Chamber, as the room wherein Henry V. held his councils.]

  _Trumpets sound._

    _KING HENRY(B) discovered on his throne (CENTRE)[*], BEDFORD,(C)
    GLOSTER,(D) EXETER,(E) WARWICK, WESTMORELAND, and others in
    attendance._

    [Footnote *: The throne is powdered with the letter S. This
    decoration made its appearance in the reign of Henry IV., and
    has been differently accounted for. The late Sir Samuel Meyrick
    supposes it to be the initial letter of Henry's motto,
    "Souveraine." The King's costume is copied from Strutt's "Regal
    Antiquities." The dresses of the English throughout the play are
    taken from the works of Strutt, Meyrick, Shaw, and Hamilton Smith.
    The heraldry has been kindly supplied by Thomas Willement, Esq.,
    F.S.A. The Lord Great Chamberlain carrying the sword of state is
    De Vere, Earl of Oxford.]

  _K. Hen._ Where is my gracious Lord of Canterbury?

  _Exe._ (L.) Not here in presence.

  _K. Hen._ Send for him, good uncle.

    [_EXETER beckons to a HERALD, who goes off, L.H._

  _West._ (L.) Shall we call in the ambassador, my liege?

  _K. Hen._ Not yet, my cousin: we would be resolv'd,
  Before we hear him, of some things of weight,
  That task[1] our thoughts, concerning us and France.

    _Re-enter HERALD with the Archbishop of CANTERBURY,(F)[2] and
    Bishop of ELY,[3] L.H. The Bishops cross to R.C._

  _Cant._ (R.C.) Heaven and its angels guard your sacred throne,
  And make you long become it!

  _K. Hen._                  Sure, we thank you.
  My learned lord, we pray you to proceed,
  And justly and religiously unfold,
  Why the law Salique,(G) that they have in France,
  Or should, or should not, bar us in our claim:
  And Heaven forbid, my dear and faithful lord,
  That you should fashion, wrest,[4] or bow your reading,[5]
  Or nicely charge your understanding soul[6]
  With opening titles miscreate,[7] whose right
  Suits not in native colours with the truth.
  For Heaven doth know how many, now in health,
  Shall drop their blood in approbation[8]
  Of what your reverence shall incite us to.
  Therefore take heed how you impawn our person,[9]
  How you awake the sleeping sword of war:
  We charge you, in the name of Heaven, take heed:
  Under this conjuration, speak, my lord.

  _Cant._ (R.C.) Then hear me, gracious sovereign, and you peers,
  That owe your lives, your faith, and services,
  To this imperial throne.--There is no bar
  To make against your highness' claim to France
  But this, which they produce from Pharamond,--
  _No woman shall succeed in Salique land_:
  Which Salique land the French unjustly gloze[10]
  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 Salique lies in Germany,
  Between the floods of Sala and of Elbe;
  Where Charles the Great, having subdued the Saxons,
  There left behind and settled certain French:
  Nor did the French possess the Salique land
  Until four hundred one and twenty years
  After defunction of King Pharamond,
  Idly supposed the founder of this law.
  Besides, their writers say,
  King Pepin, which deposed Childerick,
  Did hold in right and title of the female:
  So do the kings of France unto this day;
  Howbeit they would hold up this Salique law
  To bar your highness claiming from the female;
  And rather choose to hide them in a net
  Than amply to imbare their crooked titles[11]
  Usurp'd from you and your progenitors.

  _K. Hen._ May I with right and conscience make this claim?

  _Cant._ (R.C.) The sin upon my head, dread sovereign!
  For in the book of Numbers is it writ,--
  When the son dies, let the inheritance
  Descend unto the daughter. Gracious lord,
  Stand for your own; unwind your bloody flag;
  Look back unto your mighty ancestors:
  Go, my dread lord, to your great grandsire's tomb,
  From whom you claim; invoke his warlike spirit,
  And your great uncle's, Edward the black prince,
  Who on the French ground play'd 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
  Forage in blood of French nobility.[12]

  _Ely._ (R.C.) 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 renowned them,
  Runs in your veins; and my thrice-puissant liege
  Is in the very May-morn of his youth,
  Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises.

  _Exe._ (L.) Your brother kings and monarchs of the earth
  Do all expect that you should rouse yourself,
  As did the former lions of your blood.

  _West._ (L.) They know your grace hath cause, and means and might:
  So hath your highness;[13] never king of England
  Had nobles richer and more loyal subjects,
  Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England,
  And lie pavilion'd in the fields of France.

  _Cant._ 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,
  As never did the clergy at one time
  Bring in to any of your ancestors.

  _K. Hen._ We must not only arm to invade the French,
  But lay down our proportions to defend
  Against the Scot, who will make road upon us
  With all advantages.

  _Cant._ (R.C.) They of those marches,[14] gracious sovereign,
  Shall be a wall sufficient to defend
  Our inland from the pilfering borderers.
  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.
  If we, with thrice that power left at home,
  Cannot defend our own door from the dog,
  Let us be worried, and our nation lose
  The name of hardiness and policy.

  _K. Hen._ Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin.

    [_Exit HERALD with LORDS, L.H._

  Now are we well resolv'd; and by Heaven's help,
  And yours, the noble sinews of our power,--
  France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe,
  Or break it all to pieces.

    _Re-enter HERALD and Lords, L.H., with the AMBASSADOR of FRANCE,
    French Bishops, Gentlemen, and Attendants carrying a treasure
    chest, L.H._

  Now are we well prepar'd to know the pleasure
  Of our fair cousin Dauphin; for we hear
  Your greeting is from him, not from the king.

  _Amb._ (L.C.) May it 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?

  _K. Hen._ We are no tyrant, but a Christian king;
  Therefore with frank and with uncurbed plainness
  Tell us the Dauphin's mind.

  _Amb._                    Thus, then, in few.[15]
  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 savour too much of your youth;
  And bids you be advis'd, there's nought in France
  That can be with a nimble galliard won;[16]
  You cannot revel into dukedoms there.
  He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit,
  This tun of treasure; and, in lieu of this,
  Desires you let the dukedoms that you claim
  Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin speaks.

  _K. Hen._ What treasure, uncle?

  _Exe._ (_Opening the chest._)

                                Tennis-balls, my liege.(H)

  _K. Hen._ We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us;
  His present and your pains we thank you for:
  When we have match'd our rackets to these balls,
  We will, in France, by Heaven's grace, play a set
  Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard.
  And we understand him well,
  How he comes o'er us with our wilder days,
  Not measuring what use we made of them.
  But tell the Dauphin,--I will keep my state;
  Be like a king, and show my soul of greatness,
  When I do rouse me in my throne of France:
  For 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.
  But this lies all within the will of Heaven,
  To whom I do appeal; And in whose name,
  Tell you the Dauphin, I am coming on,
  To venge me as I may, and to put forth
  My rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause.
  So, get you hence in peace; and tell the Dauphin,
  His jest will savour but of shallow wit,
  When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it.--
  Convey them with safe conduct.--Fare you well.

    [_Exeunt AMBASSADOR, and Attendants, L.H._

  _Exe._ This was a merry message.

  _K. Hen._ We hope to make the sender blush at it.

    [_The KING rises._

  Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour
  That may give furtherance to our expedition;
  For we have now no thought in us but France,
  Save those to Heaven, 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
  More feathers to our wings; for, Heaven before,
  We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door.

    [_The characters group round the KING._

    _Trumpets sound._


    [Footnote I.1: _----task_] Keep busied with scruples and
    disquisitions.]

    [Footnote I.2: _Archbishop of Canterbury,_] Henry Chichely,
    a Carthusian monk, recently promoted to the see of Canterbury.]

    [Footnote I.3: _Bishop of Ely._] John Fordham, consecrated 1388;
    died, 1426.]

    [Footnote I.4: _----wrest_,] i.e., distort.]

    [Footnote I.5: _----or bow your reading_,] i.e., bend your
    interpretation.]

    [Footnote I.6: _Or nicely charge your understanding soul_] Take
    heed, lest by nice and subtle sophistry you burthen your knowing
    soul, or _knowingly burthen your soul_, with the guilt of
    advancing a false title, or of maintaining, by specious fallacies,
    a claim which, if shown in its native and true colours, would
    appear to be false. --JOHNSON.]

    [Footnote I.7: _----miscreate_,] Ill-begotten, illegitimate,
    spurious.]

    [Footnote I.8: _----in approbation_] i.e., in proving and
    supporting that title which shall be now set up.]

    [Footnote I.9: _----impawn our person_,] To engage and to pawn
    were in our author's time synonymous.]

    [Footnote I.10: _----gloze_] Expound, explain.]

    [Footnote I.11: _----+imbare+ their crooked titles_] i.e., to lay
    open, to display to view.]

    [Footnote I.12: In allusion to the battle of Crecy, fought 25th
    August, 1346.]

    [Footnote I.13: _So hath your highness;_] i.e., your highness hath
    indeed what they think and know you have.]

    [Footnote I.14: _They of those +marches+,_] The _marches_ are the
    borders, the confines. Hence the _Lords Marchers_, i.e., the lords
    presidents of the _marches_, &c.]

    [Footnote I.15: _----in few._] i.e., in short, brief.]

    [Footnote I.16: _----a nimble +galliard+ won;_] A _galliard_ was
    an ancient dance. The word is now obsolete.]


SCENE II.--EASTCHEAP, LONDON.

    _Enter BARDOLPH,(I) NYM, PISTOL, MRS. QUICKLY, and BOY, L.2 E._

_Quick._ (L.C.) Pr'ythee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to
Staines.[17]

  _Pist._ (C.) No; for my manly heart doth yearn.--
  Bardolph, be blithe;--Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins;
  Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead,
  And we must yearn therefore.

_Bard._ (R.) 'Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is!

_Quick._ (C.) Sure, he's in Arthur's bosom,[18] if ever man went to
Arthur's bosom. 'A made a finer end,[19] and went away, an it had been
any christom child;[20] 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en
at turning o' the tide:[21] for after I saw him fumble with the
sheets,[22] and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends,
I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a'
babbled of green fields. How now, Sir John! quoth I: what, man! be of
good cheer. So a' cried out--Heaven, Heaven, Heaven! three or four
times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him 'a should not think of Heaven;
I hoped, there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts
yet. So 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the
bed and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone.

_Nym._ (R.C.) They say he cried out of sack.

_Quick._ Ay, that 'a did.

_Bard._ And of women.

_Quick._ Nay, that 'a did not.

_Boy._ (L.) Yes, that 'a did, and said they were devils incarnate.

_Quick._ (_crosses L.C._) 'A could never abide carnation;[23] 'twas a
colour he never liked.

_Boy._ Do you not remember, 'a saw a flea stick upon Bardolph's nose,
and 'a said it was a black soul burning in hell-fire?

_Bard._ Well, the fuel is gone that maintained that fire: that's all the
riches I got in his service.

_Nym._ Shall we shog off?[24] the king will be gone from Southampton.

  _Pist._ Come, let's away.--My love, give me thy lips.
  Look to my chattels and my moveables:
  Let senses rule;[25] the word is, _Pitch and pay_;[26]
  Trust none;
  For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,
  And hold-fast is the only dog,[27] my duck:
  Therefore, _caveto_ be thy counsellor.[28]
  Go, clear thy crystals.[29]--Yoke-fellows in arms,

    [_Crosses L.H._

  Let us to France; like horse-leeches, my boys,
  To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!

    [_Crosses R.H._

_Boy._ And that is but unwholesome food, they say.

_Pitt._ Touch her soft mouth, and march.

_Bard._ Farewell, hostess.

    [_Kissing her._

_Nym._ I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but adieu.

_Pist._ Let housewifery appear: keep close, I thee command.

_Quick._ Farewell; adieu.

    [_Exeunt BARDOLPH, PISTOL, NYM, R.H., and DAME QUICKLY, L.H._

_Boy._ As young as I am, I have observed these three swashers. I am boy
to them all three: but all they three, though they would serve me, could
not be a man to me; for, indeed, three such anticks do not amount to a
man. For Bardolph,--he is white-livered and red-faced; by the means
whereof 'a faces it out, but fights not. For Pistol,--he hath a killing
tongue and a quiet sword; by the means whereof 'a breaks words, and
keeps whole weapons. For Nym,--he hath heard that men of few words are
the best men; and therefore he scorns to say his prayers, lest 'a should
be thought a coward: but his few bad words are match'd with as few good
deeds; for 'a never broke any man's head but his own, and that was
against a post when he was drunk. They will steal any thing, and call
it--purchase. They would have me as familiar with men's pockets as their
gloves or their handkerchiefs: 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 weak stomach, and therefore I must cast
it up.

    [_Distant March heard. Exit BOY, R.H._


END OF FIRST ACT.


    [Footnote I.17: _----let me bring thee to Staines._] i.e., let me
    attend, or accompany thee.]

    [Footnote I.18: _----Arthur's bosom,_] Dame Quickly, in her usual
    blundering way, mistakes Arthur for Abraham.]

    [Footnote I.19: _'A made a finer end,_] To make a fine end is not
    an uncommon expression for making a good end. The Hostess means
    that Falstaff died with becoming resignation and patient
    submission to the will of Heaven.]

    [Footnote I.20: _----an it had been any christom child;_] i.e.,
    child that has wore the _chrysom_, or white cloth put on a new
    baptized child.]

    [Footnote I.21: _----turning o' the tide:_] It has been a very old
    opinion, which Mead, _de imperio solis_, quotes, as if he believed
    it, that nobody dies but in the time of ebb: half the deaths in
    London confute the notion; but we find that it was common among
    the women of the poet's time. --JOHNSON.]

    [Footnote I.22: _----I saw him fumble with the sheets,_] Pliny, in
    his chapter on _the signs of death_, makes mention of "_a fumbling
    and pleiting of the bed-clothes._" The same indication of
    approaching death is enumerated by Celsus, Lommius, Hippocrates,
    and Galen.]

    [Footnote I.23: _'A could never abide carnation;_] Mrs. Quickly
    blunders, mistaking the word _incarnate_ for a colour. _In
    questions of Love_, published 1566, we have "_yelowe, pale, redde,
    blue, whyte, gray, and incarnate._"]

    [Footnote I.24: _Shall we shog off?_] i.e., shall we move off--jog
    off?]

    [Footnote I.25: _Let senses rule;_] i.e., let prudence govern
    you--conduct yourself sensibly.]

    [Footnote I.26: _----Pitch and pay;_] A familiar expression,
    meaning pay down at once, pay ready money; probably throw down
    your money and pay.]

    [Footnote I.27: _----hold-fast is the only dog,_] Alluding to
    the proverbial saying-- "Brag is a good dog, but Holdfast is a
    better."]

    [Footnote I.28: _----caveto be thy counsellor._] i.e., let
    _prudence_ be thy counsellor.]

    [Footnote I.29: _----clear thy crystals._] Dry thine eyes.]




HISTORICAL NOTE TO CHORUS--ACT FIRST

  (A) _----should famine, sword, and fire,
  Crouch for employment._]

Holinshed states that when the people of Rouen petitioned Henry V., the
king replied "that the goddess of battle, called Bellona, had three
handmaidens, ever of necessity attending upon her, as blood, fire, and
famine." These are probably the _dogs of war_ mentioned in Julius Cæsar.


HISTORICAL NOTES TO ACT FIRST.

(B) KING HENRY _on his throne,_] King Henry V. was born at Monmouth,
August 9th, 1388, from which place he took his surname. He was the
eldest son of Henry Bolingbroke, Earl of Derby, afterwards Duke of
Hereford, who was banished by King Richard the Second, and, after that
monarch's deposition, was made king of England, A.D. 1399. At eleven
years of age Henry V. was a student at Queen's College, Oxford, under
the tuition of his half-uncle, Henry Beaufort, Chancellor of that
university. Richard II. took the young Henry with him in his expedition
to Ireland, and caused him to be imprisoned in the castle of Trym, but,
when his father, the Duke of Hereford, deposed the king and obtained the
crown, he was created Prince of Wales and Duke of Cornwall.

In 1403 the Prince was engaged at the battle of Shrewsbury, where the
famous Hotspur was slain, and there wounded in the face by an arrow.
History states that Prince Henry became the companion of rioters and
disorderly persons, and indulged in a course of life quite unworthy of
his high station. There is a tradition that, under the influence of
wine, he assisted his associates in robbing passengers on the highway.
His being confined in prison for striking the Chief Justice, Sir William
Gascoigne, is well known.

These excesses gave great uneasiness and annoyance to the king, his
father, who dismissed the Prince from the office of President of his
Privy Council, and appointed in his stead his second son, Thomas, Duke
of Clarence. Henry was crowned King of England on the 9th April, 1413.
We read in Stowe-- "After his coronation King Henry called unto him all
those young lords and gentlemen who were the followers of his young
acts, to every one of whom he gave rich gifts, and then commanded that
as many as would change their manners, as he intended to do, should
abide with him at court; and to all that would persevere in their former
like conversation, he gave express commandment, upon pain of their
heads, never after that day to come in his presence."

This heroic king fought and won the celebrated battle of Agincourt, on
the 25th October, 1415; married the Princess Katherine, daughter of
Charles VI. of France and Isabella of Bavaria, his queen, in the year
1420; and died at Vincennes, near Paris, in the midst of his military
glory, August 31st, 1422, in the thirty-fourth year of his age, and the
tenth of his reign, leaving an infant son, who succeeded to the throne
under the title of Henry VI.

The famous Whittington was for the third time Lord Mayor of London in
this reign, A.D. 1419. Thomas Chaucer, son of the great poet, was
speaker of the House of Commons, which granted the supplies to the king
for his invasion of France.

(C) _Bedford,_] John, Duke of Bedford, was the third son of King Henry
IV., and his brother, Henry V., left to him the Regency of France. He
died in the year 1435. This duke was accounted one of the best generals
of the royal race of Plantaganet.

King Lewis XI. being counselled by certain envious persons to deface his
tomb, used these, indeed, princely words:-- _"What honor shall it be to
us, or you, to break this monument, and to pull out of the ground the
bones of him, whom, in his life time, neither my father nor your
progenitors, with all their puissance, were once able to make fly a foot
backward? Who by his strength, policy, and wit, kept them all out of the
principal dominions of France, and out of this noble Dutchy of Normandy?
Wherefore I say first, God save his soul, and let his body now lie in
rest, which, when he was alive, would have disquieted the proudest of us
all; and for his tomb, I assure you, it is not so worthy or convenient
as his honor and acts have deserved." --Vide Sandford's History of the
Kings of England._

(D) _Gloster,_] Humphrey, Duke of Gloster, was the fourth son of King
Henry IV., and on the death of his brother, Henry V., became Regent of
England. It is generally supposed he was strangled. His death took place
in the year 1446.

(E) _Exeter,_] Shakespeare is a little too early in giving Thomas
Beaufort the title of Duke of Exeter; for when Harfleur was taken, and
he was appointed governor of the town, he was only Earl of Dorset. He
was not made Duke of Exeter till the year after the battle of Agincourt,
November 14, 1416. Exeter was half brother to King Henry IV., being one
of the sons of John of Gaunt, by Catherine Swynford.

(F) _Archbishop of Canterbury,_] The Archbishop's speech in this scene,
explaining King Henry's title to the crown of France, is closely copied
from Holinshed's chronicle, page 545.

"About the middle of the year 1414, Henry V., influenced by the
persuasions of Chichely, Archbishop of Canterbury, by the dying
injunction of his royal father, not to allow the kingdom to remain long
at peace, or more probably by those feelings of ambition, which were no
less natural to his age and character, than consonant with the manners
of the time in which he lived, resolved to assert that claim to the
crown of France which his great grandfather, King Edward the Third, had
urged with such confidence and success." --_Nicolas's History of the
Battle of Agincourt._

(G) _----the law Salique,_] According to this law no woman was permitted
to govern or be a Queen in her own right. The title only was allowed to
the wife of the monarch. This law was imported from Germany by the
warlike Franks.

(H) _Tennis-balls, my liege._] Some contemporary historians affirm that
the Dauphin sent Henry the contemptuous present, which has been imputed
to him, intimating that such implements of play were better adapted to
his dissolute character than the instruments of war, while others are
silent on the subject. The circumstance of Henry's offering to meet his
enemy in single combat, affords some support to the statement that he
was influenced by those personal feelings of revenge to which the
Dauphin's conduct would undoubtedly have given birth.

(I) _Enter BARDOLPH, NYM, PISTOL, Mrs. QUICKLY, and BOY._] These
followers of Falstaff figured conspicuously through the two parts of
Shakespeare's Henry IV. Pistol is a swaggering, pompous braggadocio; Nym
a boaster and a coward; and Bardolph a liar, thief, and coward, who has
no wit but in his nose.




    _Enter CHORUS._


  _Cho._ Now all the youth of England are on fire,
  And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies:
  Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought
  Reigns solely in the breast of every man:
  They sell the pasture now to buy the horse;
  Following the mirror of all Christian kings,
  With wingéd heels, as English Mercuries;
  For now sits expectation in the air.
  O England!--model to thy inward greatness,
  Like little body with a mighty heart,--
  What might'st thou do, that honour would thee do,
  Were all thy children kind and natural!
  But see thy fault! France hath in thee found out
  A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills[1]
  With treacherous crowns; and three corrupted men,--
  One, Richard earl of Cambridge;[2] and the second,
  Henry lord Scroop of Masham,[3] and the third,
  Sir Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland,--
  Have, for the gilt of France[4] (O guilt, indeed!),
  Confirm'd conspiracy with fearful France;(A)
  And by their hands this grace of kings[5] must die,
  (If hell and treason hold their promises,)
  Ere he take ship for France, and in Southampton.

    _The back scene opens and discovers a tableau, representing the
    three conspirators receiving the bribe from the emissaries of
    France._

  Linger your patience on; and well digest
  The abuse of distance, while we force a play.[6]
  The sum is paid; the traitors are agreed;
  The king is set from London; and the scene
  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,
  We'll not offend one stomach[7] with our play.
  But, till the king come forth, and not till then,[8]
  Unto Southampton do we shift our scene.

    [_Exit._


    [Footnote IIc.1: _----which +he+ fills_] i.e., the King of
    France.]

    [Footnote IIc.2: _----Richard, earl of Cambridge;_] Was Richard de
    Coninsbury, younger son of Edmund of Langley, Duke of York. He was
    father of Richard, Duke of York, father of Edward the Fourth.]

    [Footnote IIc.3: _Henry lord Scroop of Masham,_] Was third husband
    of Joan Duchess of York (she had four), mother-in-law of Richard,
    Earl of Cambridge.]

    [Footnote IIc.4: _----the +gilt+ of France,_] i.e., _golden
    money_.]

    [Footnote IIc.5: _----this grace of kings_] i.e., he who does the
    greatest honor to the title. By the same phraseology the usurper
    in _Hamlet_ is called the _vice of kings_, i.e., the opprobrium of
    them.]

    [Footnote IIc.6: _----while we +force a play+._] To _force a play_
    is to produce a play by compelling many circumstances into a
    narrow compass.]

    [Footnote IIc.7: _We'll not offend one stomach_] That is, you
    shall pass the sea without the qualms of sea-sickness.]

    [Footnote IIc.8: _But, till the king come forth, and not till
    then,_] The meaning is, "We will not shift our scene unto
    Southampton till the king makes his appearance on the stage, and
    the scene will be at Southampton _only_ for the short time while
    he does appear on the stage; for, soon after his appearance, it
    will change to France." --MALONE.]




ACT II.


SCENE I.--COUNCIL CHAMBER IN SOUTHAMPTON CASTLE.

    _EXETER, BEDFORD, and WESTMORELAND, discovered._

  _Bed._ 'Fore Heaven, his grace is bold, to trust these traitors.

  _Exe._ They shall be apprehended by and by.

  _West._ How smooth and even they do bear themselves!
  As if allegiance in their bosoms sat,
  Crowned with faith and constant loyalty.

  _Bed._ The king hath note of all that they intend,
  By interception which they dream not of.

  _Exe._ Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow,(A)
  Whom he hath cloy'd and grac'd with princely favours,--
  That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell
  His sovereign's life to death and treachery!

    _Distant Trumpets sound. Enter King HENRY, SCROOP, CAMBRIDGE,
    GREY, Lords and Attendants, U.E.L.H._

  _K. Hen._ Now sits the wind fair, and we will aboard.
  My lord of Cambridge,--and my kind lord of 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?

  _Scroop._ No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best.

  _K. Hen._ 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,[1]
  Nor leave not one behind that doth not wish
  Success and conquest to attend on us.

  _Cam._ (R.) Never was monarch better fear'd and lov'd
  Than is your majesty: there's not, I think, a subject
  That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness
  Under the sweet shade of your government.

  _Grey._ (R.) Even those that were your father's enemies
  Have steep'd their galls in honey, and do serve you
  With hearts create[2] of duty and of zeal.

  _K.Hen._ (C.) We therefore have great cause of thankfulness;
  And shall forget the office of our hand,
  Sooner than quittance of desert and merit
  According to the weight and worthiness.
  Uncle of Exeter, R.
  Enlarge the man committed yesterday,
  That rail'd against our person: we consider
  It was excess of wine that set him on;
  And, on his more advice,[3] we pardon him.

  _Scroop._ (R.) That's mercy, but too much security:
  Let him be punish'd, sovereign; lest example
  Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind.

  _K. Hen._ O, let us yet be merciful.

  _Cam._ 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.

  _K. Hen._ Alas, your too much love and care of me
  Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch![4]
  If little faults, proceeding on distemper,[5]
  Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye[6]
  When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and digested,
  Appear before us?--We'll yet enlarge that man,
  Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey,--in their dear care
  And tender preservation of our person,--
  Would have him punish'd. And now to our French causes:

    [_All take their places at Council table._

  Who are the late Commissioners?[7]

  _Cam._ (_R. of table._)       I one, my lord:
  Your highness bade me ask for it to-day.

  _Scroop._ (_R. of table._) So did you me, my liege.

  _Grey._ (_R. of table._) And me, my royal sovereign.

  _K. Hen._ 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.--
  My lord of Westmoreland,--and uncle Exeter,--

    [_L. of table._

  We will aboard to-night.

    (_Conspirators start from their places._)

                          Why, how now, gentlemen!
  What see you in those papers, that you lose
  So much complexion?--look ye, how they change!
  Their cheeks are paper.--Why, what read you there,
  That hath so cowarded and chas'd your blood
  Out of appearance?

  _Cam._           I do confess my fault;
  And do submit me to your highness' mercy.

    [_Falling on his knees._

  _Grey._   } To which we all appeal.    [_Kneeling._
  _Scroop._ }

  _K. Hen._ (_rising; all the LORDS rise with the KING._)
  The mercy that was quick[8] in us but late,
  By your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd:
  You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy.
  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
  To furnish him with all appertinents
  Belonging to his honour; and this man
  Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspir'd,
  And sworn unto the practises of France,
  To kill us here in Hampton: to the which
  This knight, no less for bounty bound to us
  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 did'st bear the key of all my counsels,
  That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
  That almost might'st have coin'd me into gold,
  May it be possible, that foreign hire
  Could out of thee extract one spark of evil
  That might annoy my finger? 'Tis so strange,
  That, though the truth of it stands off as gross[9]
  As black from white,[10] my eye will scarcely see it;
  For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
  Another fall of man.--Their faults are open:
  Arrest them to the answer of the law;--

    [_EXETER goes to door U.E.L.H, and calls on the Guard._

  And Heaven acquit them of their practises!

_Exe._ (_comes down, R.C._) I arrest thee of high treason, by the name
of Richard earl of Cambridge.

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Henry lord Scroop of
Masham.

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Thomas Grey, knight, of
Northumberland.

  _Scroop._ (_R., kneeling._)
  Our purposes Heaven justly hath discover'd;
  And I repent my fault more than my death.

  _Cam._ (_R., kneeling._)
  For me,--the gold of France did not seduce;(B)
  Although I did admit it as a motive
  The sooner to effect what I intended:
  But Heaven be thanked for prevention;
  Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice,[11]
  Beseeching Heaven and you to pardon me.

  _Grey._ (_R. kneeling._) Never did faithful subject more rejoice
  At the discovery of most dangerous treason
  Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself,
  Prevented from a damned enterprize:
  My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign.

  _K. Hen._ (C.) Heaven quit you in its mercy! Hear your sentence.
  You have conspir'd against our royal person,
  Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his coffers
  Receiv'd the golden earnest of our death;
  Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter,
  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;(C)
  But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,[12]
  Whose ruin you three sought, that to her laws
  We do deliver you. Get you, therefore, hence,
  Poor miserable wretches, to your death:
  The taste whereof, Heaven of its mercy give you
  Patience to endure, and true repentance
  Of all your dear offences![13]--Bear them hence.

    [_Conspirators rise and exeunt guarded, with EXETER._

  Now, Lords, for France; the enterprize whereof
  Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.
  We doubt not of a fair and lucky war,
  Since Heaven so graciously hath brought to light
  This dangerous treason, lurking in our way.
  Then, forth, dear countrymen: let us deliver
  Our puissance[14] into the hand of Heaven,
  Putting it straight in expedition.
  Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance:(D)
  No king of England, if not king of France.

    [_Exeunt, U.E.L.H._

    [Footnote II.1: _----in a fair consent with ours,_] i.e., in
    friendly concord; in unison with ours.]

    [Footnote II.2: _----hearts +create+_] Hearts _compounded_ or
    _made up_ of duty and zeal.]

    [Footnote II.3: _----more advice,_] On his return to more
    _coolness of mind_.]

    [Footnote II.4: _Are heavy orisons 'gainst, &c._] i.e., are
    weighty supplications against this poor wretch.]

    [Footnote II.5: _----proceeding on +distemper+,_] _Distemper'd in
    liquor_ was a common expression. We read in Holinshed, vol. iii.,
    page 626:-- "gave him wine and strong drink in such excessive
    sort, that he was therewith _distempered_, and reeled as he
    went."]

    [Footnote II.6: _----how shall we stretch our eye_] If we may not
    _wink_ at small faults, _how wide must we open our eyes_ at
    great.]

    [Footnote II.7: _Who are the late commissioners?_] That is, who
    are the persons lately appointed commissioners.]

    [Footnote II.8: _----quick_] That is, _living_.]

    [Footnote II.9: _----as gross_] As palpable.]

    [Footnote II.10:
      _----though the truth of it stands off as gross
      As black from white,_]
    Though the truth be as apparent and visible as black and white
    contiguous to each other. To _stand off_ is _être relevè_, to be
    prominent to the eye, as the strong parts of a picture.
    --JOHNSON.]

    [Footnote II.11: _Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice,_]
    Cambridge means to say, _at_ which prevention, or, which intended
    scheme that it was prevented, I shall rejoice. Shakespeare has
    many such elliptical expressions. The intended scheme that he
    alludes to was the taking off Henry, to make room for his
    brother-in-law. --MALONE.]

    [Footnote II.12: _----our kingdom's safety must so tender,_] i.e.,
    must so regard.]

    [Footnote II.13: _----dear offences!----_] _To dere_, in ancient
    language, was _to hurt_; the meaning, therefore, is hurtful--
    pernicious offences.]

    [Footnote II.14: _Our puissance_] i.e., our power, our force.]


SCENE II.--FRANCE. A ROOM IN THE FRENCH KING'S PALACE.

  _Trumpets sound._

    _Enter the FRENCH KING,[15] attended; the DAUPHIN, the DUKE OF
    BURGUNDY, the CONSTABLE, and Others,(E) L.H._

  _Fr. King._ (C.) Thus come the English with full power upon us;
  And more than carefully it us concerns[16]
  To answer royally in our defences.
  Therefore the Dukes of Berry and of Bretagne,
  Of Brabant and of Orleans, shall make forth,--
  And you, Prince Dauphin,--with all swift despatch,
  To line and new repair our towns of war
  With men of courage and with means defendant.

  _Dau._ (R.C.) My most redoubted father,
  It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe:
  And let us do it with no show of fear;
  No, with no more than if we heard that England
  Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance:
  For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd,
  Her sceptre so fantastically borne
  By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth,
  That fear attends her not.

  _Con._ (L.C.) O peace, prince Dauphin
  You are too much mistaken in this king:
  With what great state he heard our embassy,
  How well supplied with noble counsellors,
  How modest in exception,[17] and withal
  How terrible in constant resolution,
  And you shall find his vanities fore-spent
  Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus,
  Covering discretion with a coat of folly.

  _Dau._ Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable;
  But though we think it so, it is no matter:
  In cases of defence 'tis best to weigh
  The enemy more mighty than he seems:
  So the proportions of defence are fill'd.

  _Fr. King._ Think we King Harry strong;
  And, princes, look you strongly arm to meet him.
  The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us;
  And he is bred out of that bloody strain[18]
  That haunted us[19] in our familiar paths:
  Witness our too much memorable shame
  When Cressy battle fatally was struck,
  And all our princes captiv'd by the hand
  Of that black name, Edward, black prince of Wales;
  Whiles that his mountain sire,--on mountain standing,
  Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,--[20]
  Saw his heroical seed, and smil'd to see him
  Mangle the work of nature, and deface
  The patterns that by Heaven 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.[21]

    _Enter MONTJOY,[22] L.H., and kneels C. to the KING._

  _Mont._ Ambassadors from Henry King of England
  Do crave admittance to your majesty.

  _Fr. King._ We'll give them present audience.

    (_MONTJOY rises from his knee._)

                                              Go, and bring them.

    [_Exeunt MONTJOY, and certain LORDS, L.H._

  You see this chase is hotly follow'd, friends.

  _Dau._ Turn head, and stop pursuit; for coward dogs
  Most spend their mouths,[23] 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:
  Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
  As self-neglecting.

    [_FRENCH KING takes his seat on Throne, R._

    _Re-enter MONTJOY, LORDS, with EXETER and Train, L.H._

  _Fr. King._       From our brother England?

  _Exe._ (L.C.) From him; and thus he greets your majesty.
  He wills you, in the awful name of Heaven,
  That you divest yourself, and lay apart
  The borrow'd glories, that, by gift of heaven,
  By law of nature and of nations, 'long
  To him and to his heirs; namely, the crown,
  And all wide-stretched honours that pertain,
  By custom and the ordinance of times
  Unto the crown of France. That you may know
  'Tis no sinister nor no awkward claim,
  Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days,
  Nor from the dust of old oblivion rak'd,
  He sends you this most memorable line,[24]

    [_Gives a paper to MONTJOY, who delivers it kneeling to the KING._

  In every branch truly demonstrative;
  Willing you overlook this pedigree:
  And when you find him evenly deriv'd
  From his most fam'd of famous ancestors,
  Edward the Third, he bids you then resign
  Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held
  From him the native and true challenger.

  _Fr. King._ Or else what follows?

  _Exe._ Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crown
  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):
  This is his claim, his threat'ning, and my message;
  Unless the Dauphin be in presence here,
  To whom expressly I bring greeting too.

  _Fr. King._ For us, we will consider of this further:
  To-morrow shall you bear our full intent
  Back to our brother England.

    [_MONTJOY rises, and retires to R._

  _Dau._ (_R. of throne._)   For the Dauphin,
  I stand here for him: What to him from England?

  _Exe._ Scorn and defiance; slight regard, contempt,
  And any thing that may not misbecome
  The mighty sender, doth he prize you at.
  Thus says my king: an if your father's highness
  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 for it,
  That caves and womby vaultages of France
  Shall chide your trespass,[25] and return your mock
  In second accent of his ordnance.

  _Dau._ Say, if my father render fair reply,
  It is against my will; for I desire
  Nothing but odds with England: to that end,
  As matching to his youth and vanity,
  I did present him with those Paris balls.

  _Exe._ He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it:
  And, be assur'd, you'll find a difference
  Between the promise of his greener days
  And these he masters now: now he weighs time,
  Even to the utmost grain: which you shall read[26]
  In your own losses, if he stay in France.

  _Fr. King._ To-morrow shall you know our mind at full.

  _Exe._ Despatch us with all speed, lest that our king
  Come here himself to question our delay;
  For he is footed in this land already.

  _Fr. King._ You shall be soon despatch'd with fair conditions:

    [_MONTJOY crosses to the English party._

  A night is but small breath and little pause
  To answer matters of this consequence.

    [_English party exit, with MONTJOY and others, L.H.
    French Lords group round the KING._

    _Trumpets sound._


    [Footnote II.15: ----FRENCH KING,] The costume of Charles VI. is
    copied from Willemin, Monuments Français. The dresses of the other
    Lords are selected from Montfaucon Monarchie Françoise.]

    [Footnote II.16: _----more than carefully it us concerns,_] _More
    than carefully_ is _with more than common care_; a phrase of the
    same kind with _better than well_. --JOHNSON.]

    [Footnote II.17: _How modest in exception,_] How diffident and
    decent in making objections.]

    [Footnote II.18: _----strain_] _lineage_.]

    [Footnote II.19: _That +haunted+ us_] To _haunt_ is a word of the
    utmost horror, which shows that they dreaded the English as
    goblins and spirits.]

    [Footnote II.20: _----crown'd with the golden sun,--_]
    Shakespeare's meaning (divested of its poetical fancy) probably
    is, that the king stood upon an eminence, with the sun shining
    over his head. --STEEVENS.]

    [Footnote II.21: _----+fate+ of him._] His _fate_ is what is
    allotted him by destiny, or what he is fated to perform.]

    [Footnote II.22: _Montjoy,_] Mont-joie is the title of the
    principal king-at-arms in France, as Garter is in our country.]

    [Footnote II.23: _----spend their mouths,_] That is, bark; the
    sportsman's term.]

    [Footnote II.24: _----memorable +line+,_] This genealogy; this
    deduction of his _lineage_.]

    [Footnote II.25: _Shall +chide+ your trespass,_] To _chide_ is to
    _resound_, to _echo_.]

    [Footnote II.26: _----you shall read_] i.e., shall _find_.]


END OF ACT SECOND.




HISTORICAL NOTES TO CHORUS--ACT SECOND.

  (A) _These corrupted men,----
  One, Richard earl of Cambridge; and the second,
  Henry lord Scroop of Masham; and the third,
  Sir Thomas Grey knight of Northumberland,--
  Have for the guilt of France (O, guilt, indeed!)
  Confirm'd conspiracy with fearful France._

About the end of July, Henry's ambitious designs received a momentary
check from the discovery of a treasonable conspiracy against his person
and government, by Richard, Earl of Cambridge, brother of the Duke of
York; Henry, Lord Scroop of Masham, the Lord Treasurer; and Sir Thomas
Grey, of Heton, knight. The king's command for the investigation of the
affair, was dated on the 21st of that month, and a writ was issued to
the Sheriff of Southampton, to assemble a jury for their trial; and
which on Friday, the 2nd of August, found that on the 20th of July,
Richard, Earl of Cambridge, and Thomas Grey, of Heton, in the County of
Northumberland, knight, had falsely and traitorously conspired to
collect a body of armed men, to conduct Edmund, Earl of March,[*] to the
frontiers of Wales, and to proclaim him the rightful heir to the crown,
in case Richard II. was actually dead; but they had solicited Thomas
Frumpyngton, who personated King Richard, Henry Percy, and many others
from Scotland to invade the realm, that they had intended to destroy the
King, the Duke of Clarence, the Duke of Bedford, the Duke of Gloucester,
with other lords and great men; and that Henry, Lord Scroop, of Masham,
consented to the said treasonable purposes, and concealed the knowledge
of them from the king. On the same day the accused were reported by Sir
John Popham, Constable of the Castle of Southampton, to whose custody
they had been committed, to have confessed the justice of the charges
brought against them, and that they threw themselves on the king's
mercy; but Scroop endeavoured to extenuate his conduct, by asserting
that his intentions were innocent, and that he appeared only to
acquiesce in their designs to be enabled to defeat them. The Earl and
Lord Scroop having claimed the privilege of being tried by the peers,
were remanded to prison, but sentence of death in the usual manner was
pronounced against Grey, and he was immediately executed; though, in
consequence of Henry having dispensed with his being drawn and hung, he
was allowed to walk from the Watergate to the Northgate of the town of
Southampton, where he was beheaded. A commission was soon afterwards
issued, addressed to the Duke of Clarence, for the trial of the Earl of
Cambridge and Lord Scroop: this court unanimously declared the prisoners
guilty, and sentence of death having been denounced against them, they
paid the forfeit of their lives on Monday, the 5th of August. In
consideration of the earl being of the blood royal, he was merely
beheaded; but to mark the perfidy and ingratitude of Scroop, who had
enjoyed the king's utmost confidence and friendship, and had even shared
his bed, he commanded that he should be drawn to the place of execution,
and that his head should be affixed on one of the gates of the city of
York. --_Nicolas's History of the Battle of Agincourt_.

    [Footnote *: At that moment the Earl of March was the lawful
    heir to the crown, he being the heir general of Lionel, Duke of
    Clarence, _third_ son of Edward III, whilst Henry V. was but the
    heir of John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster, King Edward's _fourth_
    son.]


HISTORICAL NOTES TO ACT SECOND.

(A) _----the man that was his bedfellow,_] So, Holinshed: "The said Lord
Scroop was in such favour with the king, that he admitted him sometimes
to be his _bedfellow_." The familiar appellation, of _bedfellow_, which
appears strange to us, was common among the ancient nobility. There is a
letter from the sixth Earl of Northumberland (still preserved in the
collection of the present duke), addressed "To his beloved cousin,
Thomas Arundel," &c., which begins "_Bedfellow_, after my most hasté
recommendation." --_Steevens_.

This unseemly custom continued common till the middle of the last
century, if not later. Cromwell obtained much of his intelligence,
during the civil wars, from the mean men with whom he slept. --_Malone_.

After the battle of Dreux, 1562, the Prince of Condé slept in the same
bed with the Duke of Guise; an anecdote frequently cited, to show the
magnanimity of the latter, who slept soundly, though so near his
greatest enemy, then his prisoner. --_Nares._

(B) _For me,--the gold of France did not seduce;_] Holinshed observes,
"that Richard, Earl of Cambridge, did not conspire with the Lord Scroop
and Thomas Grey, for the murdering of King Henry to please the French
king, but only to the intent to exalt to the crown his brother-in-law
Edmund, Earl of March, as heir to Lionel, Duke of Clarence; after the
death of which Earl of March, for divers secret impediments not able to
have issue, the Earl of Cambridge was sure that the crown should come to
him by his wife, and to his children of her begotten; and therefore (as
was thought), he rather confessed himself for need of money to be
corrupted by the French king, than he would declare his inward mind,
&c., which if it were espied, he saw plainly that the Earl of March
should have tasted of the same cup that he had drunk, and what should
have come to his own children he merely doubted, &c."

A million of gold is stated to have been given by France to the
conspirators.

Historians have, however, generally expressed their utter inability to
explain upon what grounds the conspirators built their expectation of
success; and unless they had been promised powerful assistance from
France, the design seems to have been one of the most absurd and
hopeless upon record. The confession of the Earl of Cambridge, and his
supplication for mercy in his own hand writing, is in the British
Museum.

(C) _Touching our person, seek we no revenge;_] This speech is taken
from Holinshed:--

"Revenge herein touching my person, though I seek not; yet for the
safeguard of my dear friends, and for due preservation of all sorts,
I am by office to cause example to be showed: Get ye hence, therefore,
you poor miserable wretches, to the receiving of your just reward,
wherein God's majesty give you grace of his mercy, and repentance of
your heinous offences."

(D) _Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance:_] "The king went from his
castle of Porchester in a small vessel to the sea, and embarking on
board his ship, called The Trinity, between the ports of Southampton and
Portsmouth, he immediately ordered that the sail should be set, to
signify his readiness to depart." "There were about fifteen hundred
vessels, including about a hundred which were left behind. After having
passed the Isle of Wight, swans were seen swimming in the midst of the
fleet, which, in the opinion of all, were said to be happy auspices of
the undertaking. On the next day, the king entered the mouth of the
Seine, and cast anchor before a place called Kidecaus, about three miles
from Harfleur, where he proposed landing." --_Nicolas's History of
Agincourt_.

The departure of Henry's army on this occasion, and the separation
between those who composed it and their relatives and friends, is thus
described by Drayton, who was born in 1563, and died in 1631:--

  There might a man have seen in every street,
    The father bidding farewell to his son;
  Small children kneeling at their father's feet:
    The wife with her dear husband ne'er had done:
  Brother, his brother, with adieu to greet:
    One friend to take leave of another, run;
  The maiden with her best belov'd to part,
  Gave him her hand who took away her heart.

  The nobler youth the common rank above,
    On their curveting coursers mounted fair:
  One wore his mistress' garter, one her glove;
    And he a lock of his dear lady's hair:
  And he her colours, whom he did most love;
    There was not one but did some favour wear:
  And each one took it, on his happy speed,
  To make it famous by some knightly deed.

(E) Enter the FRENCH KING, _the DAUPHIN, the_ DUKE OF BURGUNDY, _the
CONSTABLE, and others._] Charles VI., surnamed the Well Beloved, was
King of France during the most disastrous period of its history. He
ascended the throne in 1380, when only thirteen years of age. In 1385 he
married Isabella of Bavaria, who was equally remarkable for her beauty
and her depravity. The unfortunate king was subject to fits of insanity,
which lasted for several months at a time. On the 21st October, 1422,
seven years after the battle of Agincourt, Charles VI. ended his unhappy
life at the age of 55, having reigned 42 years. Lewis the Dauphin was
the eldest son of Charles VI. He was born 22nd January, 1396, and died
before his father, December 18th, 1415, in his twentieth year. History
says, "Shortly after the battle of Agincourt, either for melancholy that
he had for the loss, or by some sudden disease, Lewis, Dovphin of
Viennois, heir apparent to the French king, departed this life without
issue."

John, Duke of Burgundy, surnamed the Fearless, succeeded to the dukedom
in 1403. He caused the Duke of Orleans to be assassinated in the streets
of Paris, and was himself murdered August 28, 1419, on the bridge of
Montereau, at an interview with the Dauphin, afterwards Charles VII.
John was succeeded by his only son, who bore the title of Philip the
Good, Duke of Burgundy.

The Constable, Charles D'Albret, commanded the French army at the Battle
of Agincourt, and was slain on the field.




    _Enter CHORUS._


  _Chor._ Thus with imagin'd wing our swift scene flies,
  In motion of no less celerity
  Than that of thought. Suppose that you have seen
  The well-appointed king[1] at Hampton pier
  Embark his royalty;[2] and his brave fleet
  With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning:
  Play with your fancies; and in them behold
  Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing;
  Hear the shrill whistle, which doth order give
  To sounds confus'd; behold the threaden sails,
  Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
  Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea,
  Breasting the lofty surge: O, do but think
  You stand upon the rivage,[3] and behold
  A city on the inconstant billows dancing;
  For so appears this fleet majestical,
  Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow!
  Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy;[4]
  And leave your England, as dead midnight still,
  Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old women,
  Either past, or not arriv'd to, pith and puissance;
  For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd
  With one appearing hair, that will not follow
  These cull'd 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 the ambassador from the French comes back;
  Tells Harry--that the king doth offer him
  Katharine his daughter; and with her, to dowry,
  Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms.
  The offer likes not: and the nimble gunner
  With linstock[5] now the devilish cannon touches,

    [_Alarums, and cannon shot off._

  And down goes all before them. Still be kind,
  And eke out our performance with your mind.

    [_Exit._

    [Footnote IIIc.1: _The well-appointed king_] i.e., well furnished
    with all the necessaries of war.]

    [Footnote IIIc.2: _Embark his royalty;_] The place where Henry's
    army was encamped, at Southampton, is now entirely covered with
    the sea, and called Westport.]

    [Footnote IIIc.3: _----rivage,_] The _bank_ or shore.]

    [Footnote IIIc.4: _----to +sternage+ of this navy;_] The stern
    being the hinder part of the ship, the meaning is, let your minds
    follow close after the navy. _Stern_, however, appears to have
    been anciently synonymous to _rudder_.]




  Scene Changes to
  THE SIEGE OF HARFLEUR.

  THE WALLS ARE MANNED BY THE FRENCH.

  The English Are Repulsed from
  an Attack on the Breach.


    _Alarums. Enter KING HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOSTER, and
    Soldiers, R.H._

  _K. Hen._ Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
  Or close the wall up with our English dead![6]
  In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
  As modest stillness and humility:
  But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
  Then imitate the action of the tiger!
  On, on, you noble English,
  Whose blood is fet[7] from fathers of war-proof!
  And you, good yeomen,
  Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
  The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
  That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt not;
  For there is none of you so mean and base,
  That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
  I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,[8]
  Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
  Follow your spirit; and, upon this charge,
  Cry--God for Harry! England! and Saint George!

    [_The English charge upon the breach, headed by the KING.
    Alarums. The GOVERNOR of the Town appears on the walls
    with a flag of truce._

  _K. Hen._ How yet resolves the governour 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,
  Defy us to our worst: for, as I am a soldier
  (A name that, in my thoughts, becomes me best,)
  If I begin the battery once again,
  I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur
  Till in her ashes she lie buried.
  The gates of mercy shall be all shut up.
  What say you? will you yield, and this avoid?
  Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd?

  _Gov._ Our expectation hath this day an end:
  The Dauphin, whom of succour we entreated,[9]
  Returns us--that his powers are not yet ready
  To raise so great a siege. Therefore, dread king,
  We yield our town and lives to thy soft mercy.
  Enter our town; dispose of us and ours;
  For we no longer are defensible.

    [_Soldiers shout._

    [_The GOVERNOR and others come from the town, and kneeling,
    present to KING HENRY the keys of the city._

  _K. Hen._ Come, uncle Exeter, R.
  Go you and enter Harfleur; there remain,
  And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French:
  Use mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle,--
  The winter coming on, and sickness growing
  Upon our soldiers,--we'll retire to Calais.
  To-night in Harfleur[*] will we be your guest;
  To-morrow for the march are we addrest.[10]

    [_March. English army enter the town through the breach._


    [Footnote *: Extracts from the Account of the Siege of Harfleur,
    selected from the pages of the anonymous Chronicler who was an
    eyewitness of the event.

    "Our King, who sought peace, not war, in order that he might
    further arm the cause in which he was engaged with the shield of
    justice offered peace to the besieged, if they would open the
    gates to him, and restore, as was their duty, freely, without
    compulsion, that town, the noble hereditary portion of his Crown
    of England, and of his Dukedom of Normandy.

    "But as they, despising and setting at nought this offer, strove
    to keep possession of, and to defend the town against him, our
    King summoned to fight, as it were, against his will, called upon
    God to witness his just cause * * * he (King Henry) gave himself
    no rest by day or night, until having fitted and fixed his engines
    and guns under the walls, he had planted them within shot of the
    enemy, against the front of the town, and against the walls,
    gates, and towers, of the same * * * so that taking aim at the
    place to be battered, the guns from beneath blew forth stones by
    the force of ignited powers, * * * and in the mean time our King,
    with his guns and engines, so battered the said bulwark, and the
    walls and towers on every side, that within a few days, by the
    impetuosity and fury of the stones, the same bulwark was in a
    great part broken down; and the walls and towers from which the
    enemy had sent forth their weapons, the bastions falling in ruins,
    were rendered defenceless; and very fine edifices, even in the
    middle of the city, either lay altogether in ruins, or threatened
    an inevitable fall; or at least were so shaken as to be
    exceedingly damaged. * * * And although our guns had disarmed the
    bulwark, walls, and towers during the day, the besieged by night,
    with logs, faggots, and tubs on vessels full of earth, mud, and
    sand or stones, piled up within the shattered walls, and with
    other barricadoes, refortified the streets. * * * The King had
    caused towers and wooden bulwarks to the height of the walls, and
    ladders and other instruments, besides those which he had brought
    with him for the assault." --We are then told that the enemy
    contrived to set these engines on fire 'by means of powders, and
    combustibles prepared on the walls.'

    The History then states that "a fire broke out where the strength
    of the French was greater, and the French themselves were overcome
    with resisting, and in endeavouring to extinguish the fire, until
    at length by force of arms, darts, and flames, their strength was
    destroyed. Leaving the place therefore to our party, they fled and
    retreated beneath the walls for protection; most carefully
    blocking up the entrance with timber, stones, earth, and mud, lest
    our people should rush in upon them through the same passage."

    "On the following day a conference was held with the Lord de
    Gaucort, who acted as Captain, and with the more powerful leaders,
    whether it was the determination of the inhabitants to surrender
    the town without suffering further rigour of death or war. * * *
    On that night they entered into a treaty with the King, that if
    the French King, or the Dauphin, his first-born, being informed,
    should not raise the seige, and deliver them by force of arms
    within the first hour after morn on the Sunday following, they
    would surrender to him the town, and themselves, and their
    property."

    "And neither at the aforesaid hour on the following Sunday, nor
    within the time, the French King, the Dauphin, nor any one else,
    coming forward to raise the siege. * * * The aforesaid Lord de
    Gaucort came from the town into the king's presence, accompanied
    by those persons who before had sworn to keep the articles, and
    surrendering to him the keys of the Corporation, submitted
    themselves, together with the citizens, to his grace. * * * Then
    the banners of St. George and the King were fixed upon the gates
    of the town, and the King advanced his illustrious uncle, the Lord
    Thomas Beaufort, Earl of Dorset (afterwards Duke of Exeter) to be
    keeper and captain of the town, having delivered to him the keys."

    Thus, after a vigorous siege of about thirty-six days, one of the
    most important towns of Normandy fell into the hands of the
    invaders. The Chronicler in the text informs us, that the
    dysentery had carried off infinitely more of the English army than
    were slain in the siege; that about five thousand men were then so
    dreadfully debilitated by that disease, that they were unable to
    proceed, and were therefore sent to England; that three hundred
    men-at-arms and nine hundred archers were left to garrison
    Harfleur; that great numbers had cowardly deserted the King, and
    returned home by stealth; and that after all these deductions, not
    more than nine hundred lances and five thousand archers remained
    fit for service.

    Hume, in his History of England, relates that "King Henry landed
    near Harfleur, at the head of an army of 6,000 men-at-arms, and
    24,000 foot, mostly archers. He immediately began the siege of
    that place, which was valiantly defended by d'Estoüleville, and
    under him by de Guitri, de Gaucourt, and others of the French
    nobility; but as the garrison was weak, and the fortifications in
    bad repair, the governor was at last obliged to capitulate, and he
    promised to surrender the place if he received no succour before
    the 18th of September. The day came, and there was no appearance
    of a French army to relieve him. Henry, taking possession of the
    town, placed a garrison in it, and expelled all the French
    inhabitants, with an intention of peopling it anew with English.
    The fatigues of this siege, and the unusual heat of the season,
    had so wasted the English army, that Henry could enter on no
    farther enterprise, and was obliged to think of returning to
    England. He had dismissed his transports, which could not anchor
    in an open road upon the enemy's coasts, and he lay under a
    necessity of marching by land to Calais before he could reach a
    place of safety. A numerous French army of 14,000 men at-arms, and
    40,000 foot, was by this time assembled in Normandy, under the
    constable d'Albret, a force which, if prudently conducted, was
    sufficient either to trample down the English in the open field,
    or to harass and reduce to nothing their small army before they
    could finish so long and difficult a march. Henry, therefore,
    cautiously offered to sacrifice his conquest of Harfleur for a
    safe passage to Calais; but his proposal being rejected, he
    determined to make his way by valour and conduct through all the
    opposition of the enemy."]


    [Footnote IIIc.5: _----linstock_] The staff to which the match is
    fixed when ordnance is fired.]

    [Footnote IIIc.6: _Or close the wall up with our English dead!_]
    i.e. re-enter the breach you have made, or fill it up with your
    own dead bodies.]

    [Footnote IIIc.7: _Whose blood is +fet+_] To fet is an obsolete
    word meaning _to fetch_. That is, "whose blood is derived," &c.
    The word is used by Spencer and Ben Jonson.]

    [Footnote IIIc.8: _----like greyhounds in the +slips+,_] _Slips_
    are a contrivance of leather, to start two dogs at the same time.]

    [Footnote IIIc.9: _----whom of succour we entreated,_] This
    phraseology was not uncommon in Shakespeare's time.]

    [Footnote IIIc.10: _----are we +addrest+._] i.e., prepared.]




ACT III.


SCENE I.--FRANCE. ROOM IN THE FRENCH KING'S PALACE.

  _Trumpets sound._

    _Enter the FRENCH KING, the DAUPHIN, DUKE OF BOURBON, the
    CONSTABLE OF FRANCE, and others, L.H._

  _Fr. King._ (C.) 'Tis certain he hath pass'd the river Somme.

  _Con._ (R.C.) And 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.

  _Dau._ (R.) By faith and honour,
  Our madams mock at us;
  They bid us--to the English dancing-schools,
  And teach lavoltas high[1] and swift corantos;[2]
  Saying our grace is only in our heels,
  And that we are most lofty runaways.

  _Fr. King._ Where is Montjoy the herald? speed him hence:
  Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.--
  Up, princes! and, with spirit of honour edg'd
  More sharper than your swords, hie to the field:
  Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land
  With pennons[3] painted in the blood of Harfleur:
  Go down upon him,--you have power enough,--
  And in a captive chariot into Rouen
  Bring him our prisoner.

  _Con._              This becomes the great.
  Sorry am I his numbers are so few,
  His soldiers sick, and famish'd in their march;
  For, I am sure, when he shall see our army,
  He'll drop his heart into the sink of fear,
  And, for achievement offer us his ransom.[4]

  _Fr. King._ Therefore, lord constable, haste on Montjoy;

    [_CONSTABLE crosses to L._

  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.

  _Dau._ Not so, I do beseech your majesty.

  _Fr. King._ Be patient; for you shall remain with us.--
  Now, forth, lord constable (_Exit CONSTABLE, L.H._), and princes all,
  And quickly bring us word of England's fall.

    [_Exeunt L.H._

    _Trumpets sound._


    [Footnote III.1: _----lavoltas high_] A dance in which there was
    much turning, and much capering.]

    [Footnote III.2: _----swift corantos;_] A corant is a sprightly
    dance.]

    [Footnote III.3: _With +pennons+_] _Pennons_ armorial were small
    flags, on which the arms, device, and motto of a knight were
    painted.]


SCENE II.--A VIEW IN PICARDY.

  _Distant Battle heard._

    _Enter GOWER, L.U.E., meeting FLUELLEN, R.H._

_Gow._ (C.) How now, Captain Fluellen! come you from the bridge?(A)

_Flu._ (R.C.) I assure you, there is very excellent service committed at
the pridge.

_Gow._ Is the Duke of Exeter safe?

_Flu._ The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Agamemnon; and a man that
I love and honour with my soul, and my heart, and my duty, and my life,
and my livings, and my uttermost powers: he is not (Heaven be praised
and plessed!) any hurt in the 'orld; but keeps the pridge most
valiantly, with excellent discipline. There is an ensign there at the
pridge,--I think in my very conscience he is as valiant as Mark Antony;
and he is a man of no estimation in the 'orld; but I did see him do
gallant service.

_Gow._ What do you call him?

_Flu._ He is called--ancient Pistol.[5]

_Gow._ I know him not.

    _Enter PISTOL, R.H._

_Flu._ Do you not know him? Here comes the man.

  _Pist._ Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours:
  The Duke of Exeter doth love thee well.

_Flu._ Ay, I praise Heaven; and I have merited some love at his hands.

  _Pist._ Bardolph, a soldier, firm and sound of heart,
  Of buxom valour,[6] hath,--by cruel fate,
  And giddy fortune's furious fickle wheel,
  That goddess blind.
  That stands upon the rolling restless stone,--[7]

_Flu._ By your patience, ancient Pistol. Fortune is painted plind, with
a muffler before her eyes,[8] to signify to you that fortune is plind;
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 variations, and
mutabilities: and her foot, look you, is fixed upon a spherical stone,
which rolls, and rolls, and rolls:--In good truth, the poet makes a most
excellent description of fortune: fortune, look you, is an excellent
moral.

  _Pist._ Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him;
  For he has stolen a _pix_,[9] and hang'd must 'a be.(B)
  A damned death!
  Let gallows gape for dog; let man go free,

    [_Crosses to L.H._

  But Exeter hath given the doom of death,
  For _pix_ of little price.
  Therefore, go speak, the duke will hear thy 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.

    [_Crosses to R.H._

  _Flu._ Ancient Pistol, I do partly understand your meaning.

  _Pist._ Why, then, rejoice therefore.

_Flu._ Certainly, ancient, it is not a thing to rejoice at: for if,
look you, he were my prother, I would desire the duke to use his goot
pleasure, and put him to executions; for disciplines ought to be used.

_Pist._ _Fico_ for thy friendship![10]

_Flu._ It is well.

_Pist._ The fig of Spain![11]

    [_Exit PISTOL, R.H._

_Flu._ Very goot.

_Gow._ Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal; a cut-purse;
I remember him now.

_Flu._ I'll assure you, 'a utter'd as prave 'ords at the pridge as you
shall see in a summer's day.

_Gow._ 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. You must learn to know such slanders of the age,[12] or else
you may be marvellously mistook.

_Flu._ I tell you what, Captain Gower;--I do perceive, he is not the man
that he would gladly make show to the 'orld he is: if I find a hole in
his coat, I will tell him my mind.  [_March heard._]  Hark you, the king
is coming; and I must speak with him from the pridge.[13]

    _Enter KING HENRY, BEDFORD, GLOSTER, WESTMORELAND, Lords,
    and Soldiers, L.H.U.E._

_Flu._ (R.) Heaven pless your majesty!

_K. Hen._ (C.) How now, Fluellen! cam'st thou from the bridge?

_Flu._ Ay, so please your majesty. The duke of Exeter has very gallantly
maintained the pridge: the French has gone off, look you; and there is
gallant and most prave passages: Marry, th'athversary was 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.

_K. Hen._ What men have you lost, Fluellen?

_Flu._ The perdition of th'athversary hath been very great, very
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 knows the man: his face is all bubukles,[14]
and whelks,[15] and knobs, and flames of fire: and his lips plows 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.[16]

_K. Hen._ We would have all such offenders so cut off.

    [_Trumpet sounds without, R._

    _Enter MONTJOY and Attendants, R.H._

_Mont._ (_uncovers and kneels._) You know me by my habit.[17]

_K. Hen._ Well, then, I know thee: What shall I know of thee?

_Mont._ My master's mind.

_K. Hen._ Unfold it.

_Mont._ Thus says my king:--Say thou to Harry of England: Though we
seemed dead, we did but sleep. Tell him, he shall repent his folly, see
his weakness, and admire our sufferance.[18] Bid him, therefore,
consider of his ransom; which must proportion the losses we have borne,
the subjects we have lost, the disgrace we have digested. For our
losses, his exchequer is too poor; for the 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, whose condemnation is pronounced. So far my king and master;
so much my office.

  _K. Hen._What is thy name? I know thy quality.

_Mont._ Montjoy.

  _K. Hen._ Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee back,
  And tell thy king,--I do not seek him now;
  But could be willing to march on to Calais
  Without impeachment:[19] for, to say the sooth
  (Though 'tis no wisdom to confess so much
  Unto an enemy of craft and vantage),
  My people are with sickness much enfeebled;
  My numbers lessen'd; 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,
  Did march three Frenchmen.--Forgive me, Heaven,
  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;
  My army but a weak and sickly guard:
  Yet, Heaven before,[20] tell him we will come on,
  Though France himself,[21] and such another neighbour,
  Stand in our way. There's for thy labour, Montjoy.
  Go, bid thy master well advise himself:
  If we may pass, we will; if we be hinder'd,
  We shall your tawny ground with your red blood
  Discolour:(C) and so, Montjoy, fare you well.
  The sum of all our answer is but this:
  We would not seek a battle, as we are;
  Nor, as we are, we say, we will not shun it:
  So tell your master.

  _Mont._            I shall deliver so.

    (_MONTJOY rises from his knee._)

  Thanks to your highness.

    [_Exit MONTJOY with Attendants, R.H._

  _Glo._ I hope they will not come upon us now.

  _K. Hen._ We are in Heaven's hand, brother, not in theirs.
  March to the bridge; it now draws toward night:
  Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves;
  And on to-morrow bid them march away.

    [_Exeunt, R.H._

    _March._


    [Footnote III.4: _And, for achievement, offer up his ransom._]
    i.e., instead of fighting, he will offer to pay ransom.]

    [Footnote III.5: _----ancient Pistol._] Ancient, a standard or
    flag; also the ensign bearer, or officer, now called an ensign.]

    [Footnote III.6: _Of buxom valour,_] i.e., valour under good
    command, obedient to its superiors. The word is used by Spencer.]

    [Footnote III.7: _----upon the rolling restless stone,--_] Fortune
    is described by several ancient authors in the same words.]

    [Footnote III.8: _----with a muffler before her eyes,_] A muffler
    was a sort of veil, or wrapper, worn by ladies in Shakespeare's
    time, chiefly covering the chin and throat.]

    [Footnote III.9: _For he hath stolen a pix,_] A _pix_, or little
    chest (from the Latin _pixis_, a box), in which the consecrated
    _host_ was used to be kept.]

    [Footnote III.10: _Fico for thy friendship!_] Fico is fig--it was
    a term of reproach.]

    [Footnote III.11: _The fig of Spain!_] An expression of contempt
    or insult, which consisted in thrusting the thumb between two of
    the closed fingers, or into the mouth; whence _Bite the thumb_.
    The custom is generally regarded as being originally Spanish.
    --NARES.]

    [Footnote III.12: _----such slanders of the age,_] Cowardly
    braggarts were not uncommon characters with the old dramatic
    writers.]

    [Footnote III.13: _----I must speak with him from the pridge._]
    _From_ for _about_--concerning the fight that had taken place
    there.]

    [Footnote III.14: _----bubukles,_] A corrupt word for carbuncles,
    or something like them.]

    [Footnote III.15: _----and whelks,_] i.e., stripes, marks,
    discolorations.]

    [Footnote III.16: _----his fire's out._] This is the last time
    that any sport can be made with the red face of Bardolph.]

    [Footnote III.17: _----by my habit,_] That is, by his herald's
    coat. The person of a herald being inviolable, was distinguished
    in those times of formality by a peculiar dress, which is likewise
    yet worn on particular occasions.]

    [Footnote III.18: _----admire our sufferance._] i.e., our
    patience, moderation.]

    [Footnote III.19: _Without impeachment:_] i.e., hindrance.
    _Empechement_, French.]

    [Footnote III.20: _Yet, Heaven before,_] In the acting edition,
    the name of God is changed to Heaven. This was an expression in
    Shakespeare's time for _God being my guide_.]

    [Footnote III.21: _Though France himself,_] i.e., though _the King
    of France_ himself.]


END OF ACT THIRD.




HISTORICAL NOTES TO ACT THIRD.

(A) _Come you from the bridge?_] After Henry had passed the Somme, Titus
Livius asserts, that the King having been informed of a river which must
be crossed, over which was a bridge, and that his progress depended in a
great degree upon securing possession of it, despatched some part of his
forces to defend it from any attack, or from being destroyed. They found
many of the enemy ready to receive them, to whom they gave battle, and
after a severe conflict, they captured the bridge, and kept it.

  (B) _Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him;
  For he hath stol'n a pix, and hanged must 'a be._

It will be seen by the following extract from the anonymous Chronicler
how minutely Shakespeare has adhered to history-- "There was brought to
the King in that plain a certain English robber, who, contrary to the
laws of God and the Royal Proclamation, had stolen from a church a pix
of copper gilt, found in his sleeve, which he happened to mistake for
gold, in which the Lord's body was kept; and in the next village where
he passed the night, by decree of the King, he was put to death on the
gallows." Titus Livius relates that Henry commanded his army to halt
until the sacrilege was expiated. He first caused the pix to be restored
to the Church, and the offender was then led, bound as a thief, through
the army, and afterwards hung upon a tree, that every man might behold
him.

  (C) _Go, bid thy master well advise himself:
  If we may pass, we will; if we be hinder'd,
  We shall your tawny ground with your red blood
  Discolour:_]

My desire is, that none of you be so _unadvised_, as to be the occasion
that I in my defence shall _colour_ and make _red your tawny ground_
with the effusion of Christian blood. When he (Henry) had thus answered
the Herald, he gave him a great reward, and licensed him to depart.
--_Holinshed_.




    _Enter CHORUS._


  _Cho._ 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 night
  The hum of either army stilly sounds,[1]
  That the fix'd sentinels almost receive
  The secret whispers of each other's watch:[2]
  Fire answers fire;[3] and through their paly flames
  Each battle sees the other's umber'd face:[4]
  Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
  Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents,
  The armourers, accomplishing the knights,
  With busy hammers closing rivets up,
  Give dreadful note of preparation.
  Proud of their numbers, and secure in soul,
  The confident and over-lusty[5] French
  Do the low-rated English play at dice;[6]
  And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night,
  Who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp
  So tediously away.


    _Scene opens and discovers the interior of a French tent, with the
    DAUPHIN, the CONSTABLE, ORLEANS, and others, playing at dice._

_Dau._ Will it never be day?

_Con._ I would it were morning; for I would fain be about the ears of
the English.

_Dau._ Who will go to hazard with me for twenty English prisoners?

_Orl._ The prince longs to eat the English.

_Con._ Would it were day! Alas, poor Harry of England! he longs not for
the dawning, as we do.

_Dau._ If the English had any apprehension, they would run away.

_Con._ That island of England breeds very valiant creatures; their
mastiffs are of unmatchable courage.

_Dau._ Foolish 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.

_Con._ Just, just: give them great meals of beef, and iron and steel,
they will eat like wolves, and fight like devils.

_Orl._ Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of beef.

_Con._ Then we shall find to-morrow--they have only stomachs to eat, and
none to fight. Now is it time to arm: Come, shall we about it?

_Dau._ It is now two o'clock: but, let me see,--by ten We shall have
each a hundred Englishmen.


SCENE CLOSES IN.

  _Cho._ The poor condemned English,
  Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires
  Sit patiently, and inly ruminate
  The morning's danger; and their gestures sad,
  Investing lank-lean cheeks, and war-worn coats,
  Presenteth them unto the gazing moon
  So many horrid ghosts.

    [_Scene re-opens, discovering the English camp, with group
    of soldiery praying. After a pause the scene closes._

  O, now, who will behold
  The royal captain of this ruin'd band
  Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent,
  Let him cry--Praise and glory on his head!
  For forth he goes and visits all his host;
  Bids them good-morrow with a modest smile,
  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 colour
  Unto the weary and all-watched night;
  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:
  Then, 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;
  The field of Agincourt. Yet, sit and see;
  Minding true things[7] by what their mockeries be.

    [_Exit._


    [Footnote IVc.1: _----+stilly+ sounds,_] i.e., gently, lowly.]

    [Footnote IVc.2: _The secret whispers of each other's watch:_]
    Holinshed says, that the distance between the two armies was but
    250 paces.]

    [Footnote IVc.3: _Fire answers fire;_] This circumstance is also
    taken from Holinshed. "But at their coming into the village,
    _fires_ were made by the English to give light on every side, as
    there likewise were in the French hoste."]

    [Footnote IVc.4: _----the other's +umber'd+ face:_] _Umber'd_
    means here _discoloured_ by the gleam of the fires. _Umber_ is a
    dark yellow earth, brought from Umbria, in Italy, which, being
    mixed with water, produces such a dusky yellow colour as the
    gleam of fire by night gives to the countenance. Shakespeare's
    theatrical profession probably furnished him with the epithet,
    as burnt umber is occasionally used by actors for colouring the
    face.]

    [Footnote IVc.5: _----over-+lusty+_] i.e., over-_saucy._]

    [Footnote IVc.6: _Do the low-rated English play at dice;_] i.e.,
    do play them away at dice. Holinshed says-- "The Frenchmen, in the
    meanwhile, as though they had been sure of victory, made great
    triumph; for the captains had determined before how to divide the
    spoil, and _the soldiers the night before had played the
    Englishmen at dice_."]

    [Footnote IVc.7: _Minding true things_] To _mind_ is the same as
    to _call to remembrance_.]




ACT IV.


SCENE I.--THE ENGLISH CAMP AT AGINCOURT.(A) NIGHT.

    _Enter KING HENRY and GLOSTER, U.E.L.H._

  _K. Hen._ Gloster, 'tis true that we are in great danger;
  The greater therefore should our courage be.

    _Enter BEDFORD, R.H._

  Good morrow, brother Bedford.--Gracious Heaven!
  There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
  Would men observingly distil it out;
  For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers,
  Which is both healthful and good husbandry.
  Thus may we gather honey from the weed,
  And make a moral of the devil himself.

    _Enter ERPINGHAM.(B) L.H._

  Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham:
  A good soft pillow for that good white head
  Were better than a churlish turf of France.

  _Erp._ Not so, my liege: this lodging likes me better,
  Since I may say--now lie I like a king.

  _K. Hen._ Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas.--Brothers both,
  Commend me to the princes in our camp;
  Do my good morrow to them; and anon
  Desire them all to my pavilion.

_Glo._ We shall, my liege.

    [_Exeunt GLOSTER and BEDFORD, R.H._

  _Erp._ Shall I attend your grace?

  _K. Hen._                       No, my good knight;
  Go with my brothers to my lords of England:

    [_ERPINGHAM crosses to R._

  I and my bosom must debate a while,
  And then I would no other company.

_Erp._ Heaven bless thee, noble Harry!

    [_Exit ERPINGHAM, R.H._

_K. Hen._ Gad-a-mercy, old heart! thou speakest cheerfully.

    _Enter PISTOL, L.H._

_Pist._ _Qui va là?_

_K. Hen._ A friend.

  _Pist._ Discuss unto me; Art thou officer?
  Or art thou base, common, and popular?[1]

  _K. Hen._ I am a gentleman of a company.

  _Pist._ Trail'st thou the puissant pike?

  _K. Hen._ Even so. What are you?

  _Pist._ As good a gentleman as the emperor.

  _K. Hen._ Then you are a better than the king.[2]

  _Pist._ The king's a bawcock,[3] and a heart of gold,
  A lad of life, an imp of fame;[4]
  Of parents good, of fist most valiant:
  I kiss his dirty shoe, and from my heart-strings
  I love the lovely bully. What's thy name?

_K. Hen._ Harry _le Roi_.

_Pist._ _Le Roi!_ a Cornish name: art thou of Cornish crew?

_K. Hen._ No, I am a Welshman.

_Pist._ Knowest thou Fluellen?

_K. Hen._ Yes.

  _Pist._ Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate,
  Upon Saint Davy's day.

    [_Crosses to R._

_K. Hen._ Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, lest he
knock that about yours.

_Pist._ Art thou his friend?

_K. Hen._ And his kinsman too.

_Pist._ The _figo_ for thee, then!

_K. Hen._ I thank you: Heaven be with you!

_Pist._ My name is Pistol call'd.

    [_Exit, R.H._

_K. Hen._ It sorts[5] well with your fierceness.

    _Enter FLUELLEN, L.H., and crosses to R., and GOWER, U.E.R.H.,
    following hastily._

_Gow._ Captain Fluellen!

_Flu._ (R.C.) So! in the name of Heaven, speak lower.[6] It is the
greatest admiration in the universal 'orld, when the true and auncient
prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not kept: if you would take the
pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the Great, you shall find,
I warrant you, that there is no tiddle taddle, or pibble pabble in
Pompey's camp.

_Gow._ (L.C.) Why, the enemy is loud; you heard him all night.

_Flu._ If the enemy is an ass, and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, is it
meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an ass, and a fool,
and a prating coxcomb, in your own conscience, now?

_Gow._ I will speak lower.

_Flu._ I pray you, and beseech you, that you will.

    [_Exeunt GOWER and FLUELLEN, R.H._

_K. Hen._ Though it appear a little out of fashion, there is much care
and valour in this Welshman.

    _Enter BATES and WILLIAMS, L.H._

_Will._ Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks yonder?

_Bates._ I think it be: but we have no great cause to desire the
approach of day.

_Will._ We see yonder the beginning of the day, but, I think, we shall
never see the end of it.--Who goes there?

_K. Hen._ A friend.

    [_Comes down, R._

_Will._ Under what captain serve you?

_K. Hen._ Under Sir Thomas Erpingham.

_Will._ A good old commander, and a most kind gentleman: I pray you,
what thinks he of our estate?

_K. Hen._ Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that look to be washed off
the next tide.

_Bates._ (L.) He hath not told his thought to the king?

_K. Hen._ No; nor it is not meet he should. (_Crosses to centre._) For,
though I speak it to you, I think the king is but a man, as I am: the
violet smells to him as it doth to me; the element shows to him as it
doth to me; all his senses have but human conditions:[7] therefore when
he sees reason of fears, as we do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the
same relish as ours are: Yet, in reason, no man should possess him with
any appearance of fear, lest he, by showing it, should dishearten his
army.

_Bates._ He may show what outward courage he will; but I believe, as
cold a night as 'tis, he could wish himself in the Thames up to the
neck; and so I would he were, and I by him, at all adventures, so we
were quit here.

_K. Hen._ (C.) By my troth, I will speak my conscience of the king:
I think he would not wish himself any where but where he is.

_Bates._ (L.) Then 'would he were here alone; so should he be sure to be
ransomed, and a many poor men's lives saved.

_K. Hen._ I dare say you love him not so ill, to wish him here alone,
howsoever you speak this, to feel other men's minds: Methinks I could
not die any where so contented as in the king's company; his cause being
just, and his quarrel honourable.[8]

_Will._ (R.) That's more than we know.

_Bates._ Ay, or more than we should seek after; for we know enough, if
we know we are the king's subjects: if his cause be wrong, our obedience
to the king wipes the crime of it out of us.

_Will._ But if the cause be not good, the king himself hath a heavy
rekoning to make, when all those legs and arms and heads, chopped off in
battle, shall join together at the latter day,[9] and cry all--We died
at such place; some swearing; some crying for a surgeon; some, upon
their wives left poor behind them; some, upon the debts they owe; some,
upon their children rawly left.[10] I am afeard there are few die well
that die in battle; for how can they charitably dispose of any thing,
when blood is their argument? Now, if these men do not die well, it will
be a black matter for the king that led them to it; whom to disobey were
against all proportion of subjection.

_K. Hen._ So, if a son, that is by his father sent about merchandise, do
sinfully miscarry upon the sea, the imputation of his wickedness, by
your rule, should be imposed upon his father that sent him:--But this is
not so: the king is not bound to answer the particular endings of his
soldiers, nor the father of his son, for they purpose not their death,
when they purpose their services. Every subject's duty is the king's;
but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore should every soldier in
the wars do as every sick man in his bed, wash every mote out of his
conscience: and dying so, death is to him advantage; or not dying, the
time was blessedly lost wherein such preparation was gained.

_Will._ 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill is upon his own
head; the king is not to answer for it.

_Bates._ I do not desire he should answer for me; and yet I determine to
fight lustily for him.

_K. Hen._ I myself heard the king say he would not be ransomed.

_Will._ Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheerfully: but, when our
throats are cut, he may be ransomed, and we ne'er the wiser.

_K. Hen._ If I live to see it, I will never trust his word after.

_Will._ That's a perilous shot out of an elder gun, that a poor and
private displeasure can do against a monarch! you may as well go about
to turn the sun to ice with fanning in his face with a peacock's
feather. You'll never trust his word after! come, 'tis a foolish saying.

_K. Hen._ Your reproof is something too round:[11] I should be angry
with you, if the time were convenient.

_Will._ Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live.

_K. Hen._ I embrace it.

_Will._ How shall I know thee again?

_K. Hen._ Give me any gage of thine, and I will wear it in my bonnet:
then, if ever thou darest acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel.

_Will._ Here's my glove: give me another of thine.

_K. Hen._ There.

_Will._ This will I also wear in my cap: if ever thou come to me and
say, after to-morrow. _This is my glove_, by this hand, I will take thee
a box on the ear.

_K. Hen._ If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it.

_Will._ Thou darest as well be hanged.

_K. Hen._ Well, I will do it, though I take thee in the king's company.

_Will._ Keep thy word: fare thee well.

_Bates._ Be friends, you English fools, be friends: (_Crosses to_
WILLIAMS, R.) we have French quarrels enough, if you could tell how to
reckon.

    [_Exeunt Soldiers, R.H._

  _K. Hen._ Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls,
  Our sins, lay on the king!--we must bear all.
  O hard condition, twin-born with greatness,
  Subjected to the breath of every fool.
  What infinite heart's ease must king's 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?
  Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form,
  Creating awe and fear in other men?
  Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd
  Than they in fearing.
  What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,
  But poison'd flattery? O, be sick, great greatness,
  And bid thy ceremony give thee cure!
  Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's knee,
  Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream,
  That play'st so subtly with a king's repose:
  I am a king that find thee; and I know,
  'Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball,
  The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,
  The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp
  That beats upon the high shore of this world,
  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 fill'd and vacant mind,
  Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread;
  And but for ceremony, such a wretch,
  Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep,
  Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king.

    _Enter ERPINGHAM, R.H._

  _Erp._ My lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence,
  Seek through your camp to find you.

  _K. Hen._                         Good old knight,
  Collect them all together at my tent:
  I'll be before thee.

    [_Gives back the Cloak to ERPINGHAM._

  _Erp._             I shall do't, my lord. _[Exit, R.H._

  _K. Hen._ O God of battles! steel my soldier's hearts;
  Possess them not with fear; take from them now
  The sense of reckoning, lest the opposed numbers
  Pluck their hearts from them!--Not to-day, O Lord,
  O, not to-day, think not upon the fault
  My father made in compassing the crown!
  I Richard's body have interred new;(C)
  And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears,
  Than from it issu'd forced drops of blood:
  Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,
  Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up
  Toward heaven, to pardon blood:
                                More will I do--

    [_Trumpet sounds without, R._

  The day, my friends, and all things stay for me.

    [_Exit, R.H._


    [Footnote IV.1: _----popular_] i.e., one of the people.]

    [Footnote IV.2: _----you are a better than the king._] i.e.,
    a better _man_ than the king.]

    [Footnote IV.3: _The king's a bawcock,_] A burlesque term of
    endearment, supposed to be derived from _beau coq_.]

    [Footnote IV.4: _----an imp of fame;_] An _imp_ is a young shoot,
    but means a _son_ in Shakespeare. In this sense the word has
    become obsolete, and is now only understood as a small or inferior
    devil.

    In Holingshed, p. 951, the last words of Lord Cromwell are
    preserved, who says:-- "----and after him, that his son Prince
    Edward, that goodly _imp_, may long reign over you."]

    [Footnote IV.5: _It sorts_] i.e., it agrees.]

    [Footnote IV.6: _----speak lower._] Shakespeare has here, as
    usual, followed Holinshead: "Order was taken by commandement from
    the king, after the army was first set in battle array, that _no
    noise or clamor should be made in the host_."]

    [Footnote IV.7: _----conditions:_] i.e., _qualities_. The meaning
    is, that objects are represented by his senses to him, as to other
    men by theirs. What is danger to another is danger likewise to him;
    and, when he feels fear, it is like the fear of meaner mortals.
    --JOHNSON.]

    [Footnote IV.8: _----his cause being just, and his quarrel
    honourable._] In his address to the army, King Henry called upon
    them all to remember _the just cause and quarrel_ for which they
    fought. --HOLINSHED.]

    [Footnote V.9: _----the latter day,_] i.e., the last day, the day
    of Judgment. Shakespeare frequently uses the _comparative_ for the
    _superlative_.]

    [Footnote V.10: _----their children +rawly+ left._] i.e., _left
    young and helpless_.]

    [Footnote IV.11: _----too +round+:_] i.e., too rough, too
    unceremonious.]


SCENE II.--THE FRENCH CAMP--SUNRISE.

  _Flourish of trumpets._

    _Enter DAUPHIN, GRANDPRÈ, RAMBURES,[12] and Others._

  _Dau._ The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords!
  My horse! _varlet! lacquay!_ ha!

    [_Servants exeunt hastily._

  _Grand._ O brave spirit!

  _Dau._ Cousin Orleans.--

    _Enter CONSTABLE, L.H._

  Now, my lord Constable!

  _Con._ Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh!

  _Dau._ Mount them, and make incision in their hides,
  That their hot blood may spin in English eyes,
  And dout them[13] with superfluous courage, Ha!

  _Con._ What, will you have them weep our horses' blood?
  How shall we, then, behold their natural tears?

    _Enter MONTJOY, R.H._

  _Mont._ The English are embattled, you French peers.

    [_Exit R.H._

  _Con._ To horse, you gallant princes! straight to horse!
  Do but behold yon poor and starved band.
  There is not work enough for all our hands;
  Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins,
  To give each naked curtle-ax a stain.
  'Tis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords,
  That our superfluous lackeys, are enough
  To purge this field of such a hilding foe.[14]
  A very little little let us do,
  And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound:
  For our approach shall so much dare the field,
  That England shall couch down in fear, and yield.

    _Enter ORLEANS,(D) hastily, R.H._

  _Orl._ Why do you stay so long, my lords of France?
  Yon island carrions,[15] desperate of their bones,
  Ill-favour'dly become the morning field:
  Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose,[16]
  And our air shakes them passing scornfully:
  Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd host,
  And their executors, the knavish crows,
  Fly o'er them, all impatient for their hour.
  Description cannot suit itself in words
  To demonstrate the life of such a battle
  In life so lifeless as it shows itself.

  _Dau._ Shall we go send them dinners and fresh suits,
  And give their fasting horses provender,
  And after fight with them?

  _Con._                   On, to the field!
  Come, come, away!
  The sun is high, and we outwear the day.

    [_Exeunt, R.H._

    _Flourish of trumpets._


    [Footnote IV.12: _Rambures_,] The Lord of Rambures was commander
    of the cross-bows in the French army at Agincourt.]

    [Footnote IV.13: _And dout them_] _Dout_, is a word still used in
    Warwickshire, and signifies to _do out_, or _extinguish_.]

    [Footnote IV.14: _----a hilding foe._] _Hilding_, or _hinderling_,
    is a _low wretch_.]

    [Footnote IV.15: _Yon island carrion,_] This description of the
    English is founded on the melancholy account given by our
    historians of Henry's army, immediately before the battle of
    Agincourt.]

    [Footnote IV.16: _Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose,_] By
    their _ragged curtains_, are meant their colours.]


SCENE III.--THE ENGLISH POSITION AT AGINCOURT.

    _The English Army drawn up for battle;(E) GLOSTER, BEDFORD,
    EXETER, SALISBURY, ERPINGHAM, and WESTMORELAND._

  _Glo._ (R.C.) Where is the king?

  _Bed._ (L.C.) The king himself is rode to view their battle.[17]

  _West._ (L.) Of fighting men they have full threescore thousand.

  _Exe._ (L.C.) There's five to one; besides, they all are fresh.

  _Erp._ It is fearful odds.
  If we no more meet till we meet in heaven,
  Then, joyfully,--my noble lord of Bedford,--

    [_Crosses to L._

  My dear lord Gloster,--and my good lord Exeter,--
  Warriors all, adieu!

    [_Crosses back to R._

  _West._            O that we now had here
  But one ten thousand of those men in England
  That do no work to-day!(F)

    _Enter KING HENRY, attended.(G) U.E.L.H._

  _K. Hen._ (C.)        What's he that wishes so?
  My cousin Westmoreland?--No, my fair cousin:
  If we are mark'd to die, we are enough
  To do our country loss; and if to live,
  The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
  I pray thee, wish not one man more.
  Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
  That he who hath no stomach to this fight.
  Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
  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 call'd--the feast of Crispian:(H)
  He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
  Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
  And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
  He that shall live this day, and see old age,
  Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends,[18]
  And say--to-morrow is Saint Crispian:
  Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
  And say, those wounds I had on Crispin's day.
  Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
  But he'll remember with advantages[19]
  What feats he did that day: Then shall our names,
  Familiar in their mouths as household words,--
  Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
  Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,--(I)
  Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
  This story shall the good man teach his son;
  And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
  From this day to the ending[20] of the world,
  But we in it shall be remembered.
  We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
  For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
  Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
  This day shall gentle his condition:[21]
  And gentlemen in England, now a-bed,
  Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here;
  And hold their manhoods cheap while any speaks
  That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

    _Enter GOWER, hastily, U.E.L.H._

  _Gow._ (R.C.) My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed:
  The French are bravely in their battles set,[22]
  And will with all expedience charge on us.

  _K. Hen._ (C.) All things are ready, if our minds be so.

  _West._ Perish the man whose mind is backward now!

  _K. Hen._ Thou dost not wish more help from England, cousin?

  _West._ (L.) Would you and I alone, my liege,
  Without more help, might fight this battle out!

    _Trumpet sounds without, L.H._

    _Enter MONTJOY, and attendants, U.E.L.H._

  _Mont._ (_uncovers and kneels._)
  Once more I come to know of thee, King Harry,
  If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,
  Before thy most assured overthrow.

_K. Hen._ (C.) Who hath sent thee now?

_Mont._ The Constable of France.

  _K. Hen._ I pray thee, bear my former answer back:
  Bid them achieve me,[23] and then sell my bones.
  Good Heaven! Why should they mock poor fellows thus?
  The man, that once did sell the lion's skin
  While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him.
  Let me speak proudly:--Tell the Constable,
  We are but warriors for the working-day:[24]
  Our gayness and our guilt[25] are all besmirch'd
  With rainy marching in the painful field,
  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,
  And turn them out of service.
  Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald:
  They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints,
  Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them,
  Shall yield them little, tell the Constable.

  _Mont._ I shall, King Harry.

    (_Rises from his knee._)

                             And so, fare thee well:
  Thou never shalt hear herald any more.

    [_Exit with Attendants, U.E.L.H._

  _K. Hen._ Now, soldiers, march away:--
  And how thou pleasest, Heaven, dispose the day!(K)

    _Trumpet March._

    [_Exeunt L.H._


    [Footnote IV.17: _The king himself is rode to view their battle._]
    The king is reported to have dismounted before the battle
    commenced, and to have fought on foot.]

    [Footnote IV.18: _----on the vigil feast his friends_,] i.e., the
    evening before the festival.]

    [Footnote IV.19: _----with advantages_,] Old men, notwithstanding
    the natural forgetfulness of age, shall remember _their feats of
    this day_, and remember to tell them _with advantage_. Age is
    commonly boastful, and inclined to magnify past acts and past
    times. --JOHNSON.]

    [Footnote IV.20: _From this day to the ending_] It may be observed
    that we are apt to promise to ourselves a more lasting memory than
    the changing state of human things admits. This prediction is not
    verified; the feast of Crispin passes by without any mention of
    Agincourt. Late events obliterate the former: the civil wars have
    left in this nation scarcely any tradition of more ancient
    history. --JOHNSON.]

    [Footnote IV.21: _----gentle his condition:_] This day shall
    advance him to the rank of a gentleman.

    King Henry V. inhibited any person but such as had a right by
    inheritance, or grant, to assume coats of arms, except those who
    fought with him at the battle of Agincourt; and, I think, these
    last were allowed the chief seats of honour at all feasts and
    publick meetings. --TOLLET.]

    [Footnote IV.22: _----bravely in their battles set._] Bravely, for
    gallantly.]

    [Footnote IV.23: _Bid them achieve me,_] i.e., gain, or obtain
    me.]

    [Footnote IV.24: _----warriors for the +working-day+:_] We are
    soldiers but coarsely dressed; we have not on our holiday
    apparel.]

    [Footnote IV.25: _----our +guilt+_] i.e., golden show, superficial
    gilding. The word is obsolete.]




SCENE IV.--ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD OF BATTLE.

    _Alarums. Enter DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, BOURBON, CONSTABLE, RAMBURES,
    and Others, hastily, and in confusion, L.H._

  _Dau._ (C.) All is confounded, all!
  Reproach and everlasting shame
  Sits mocking in our plumes.

    [_Alarums, L._

  _Con._ Why, all our ranks are broke.

  _Dau._ O perdurable shame![26]--let's stab ourselves.
  Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for?

  _Orl._ (L.C.) Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?

  _Dau._ Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but shame!
  Let us die in honor: Once more back again.

  _Con._ (C.) Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now!
  Let us in heaps go offer up our lives
  Unto these English, or else die with fame.

  _Dau._ (R.C.) We are enough, yet living in the field,
  To smother up the English in our throngs,
  If any order might be thought upon.

  _Con._ The devil take order now! I'll to the throng:
  Let life be short; else shame will be too long.

    _Alarums._

    [_Exeunt L.H._


    [Footnote IV.26: _O +perdurable+ shame!_] _Perdurable_ is
    lasting.]


SCENE V.--THE FIELD OF AGINCOURT AFTER THE BATTLE.

  [_The bodies of the DUKE OF YORK(L) and EARL OF SUFFOLK are borne
  across the stage by soldiers._

  _Trumpets sound._

    _Enter KING HENRY with a part of the English forces; WARWICK,
    BEDFORD, GLOSTER, EXETER, and others, L.H._

  _K. Hen._ (C.) I was not angry since I came to France,
  Until this instant.--Take a trumpet, herald;
  Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill:(M)
  If they will fight with us, bid them come down,
  Or void the field;[27] they do offend our sight:
  If they'll do neither, we will come to them;
  And make them skirr away, as swift as stones
  Enforced from the old Assyrian slings.
  Go, and tell them so.

    [_Exit HERALD with Trumpeter, R.H._

  _Exe._ The Duke of York commends him to your majesty.

  _K. Hen._ Lives he, good uncle? thrice within this hour,
  I saw him down; thrice up again and fighting;
  From helmet to the spur, all blood he was.

  _Exe._ In which array, (brave soldier), did he lie,
  Larding the plain; and by his bloody side,
  (Yoke fellow to his honour-owing wounds),
  The noble Earl of Suffolk also lay.
  Suffolk first died: and York, all haggled over,
  Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd,
  And takes him by the hand; kisses the gashes,
  That bloodily did yarn upon his face;
  And cries aloud:--_Tarry, dear 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 keep together in our chivalry!_
  Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up:
  He smil'd me in the face, raught me his hand,[28]
  And with a feeble gripe, says,--_Dear, my lord,
  Commend my service to my sovereign._
  So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck
  He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips;
  And so espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd
  A testament of noble-ending love.
  The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd
  Those waters from me, which I would have stopp'd;
  But I had not so much of man in me,
  But all my mother came into mine eyes,
  And gave me up to tears.

    [_Re-enter ENGLISH HERALD and Trumpeter, R.H._

  _K. Hen._              I blame you not:
  For, hearing this, I must perforce compound
  With mistful eyes, or they will issue too.

    [_Trumpet without, R._

  _Exe._ Here comes the herald of the French, my liege.

  _Glo._ His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be.

    _Enter MONTJOY,(N) and attendants, R.H. MONTJOY uncovers
    and kneels._

  _K. Hen._ How now! what means this, herald?
  Com'st thou again for ransom?

  _Mont._                     No, great king:
  I come to thee for charitable licence,
  That we may wander o'er this bloody field
  To book our dead, and then to bury them;
  To sort our nobles from our common men,
  For many of our princes (woe the while!)
  Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood;
  (So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs
  In blood of princes;) and their wounded steeds
  Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild rage
  Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters,
  Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king,
  To view the field in safety, and dispose
  Of their dead bodies!

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

  _Mont._                  The day is yours.

  _K. Hen._ Praised be Heaven, and not our strength, for it!--
  What is this castle call'd that stands hard by?

  _Mont._ They call it--Agincourt.

  _K. Hen._ Then call we this--the field of Agincourt,
  Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.

    [_Loud flourish of Trumpets, and shouts of the soldiers.
    MONTJOY rises from his knee, and stands R._

_Flu._ (L.) 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 chronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in France.

_K. Hen._ (C.) They did, Fluellen.

_Flu._ Your majesty says very true: if your majesties is remembered of
it, the Welshman did goot service in a garden where leeks did grow,
wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps;[29] which, your majesty knows, to
this hour is an honourable padge of the service; and I do believe, your
majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's day.

  _K. Hen._ I wear it for a memorable honour;
  For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman.

_Flu._ All the water in Wye cannot wash your majesty's Welsh plood out
of your pody, I can tell you that: Heaven pless it, and preserve it, as
long as it pleases his grace, and his majesty too!

_K. Hen._ Thanks, good my countryman.

_Flu._ 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,
praised be Heaven, so long as your majesty is an honest man.

  _K. Hen._ Heaven keep me so!--Our herald go with him:
  Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
  On both our parts.--

    [_Exeunt MONTJOY and attendants, with English Herald, R.H._

                    Call yonder fellow hither.

    [_Points to WILLIAMS, who is standing in the ranks up the stage, L._

_Exe._ Soldier, you must come to the king.

_K. Hen._ (C.) Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove in thy cap?

_Will._ (_kneels R._) An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of one
that I should fight withal, if he be alive.

    [_Rises from his knee._

_K. Hen._ An Englishman?

_Will._ An't please your majesty, a rascal that swaggered with me last
night; who, if 'a live, and ever dare to challenge this glove, I have
sworn to take him a box o' the 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.

_K. Hen._ What think you, Captain Fluellen? is it fit this soldier keep
his oath?

_Flu._ (L.) He is a craven and a villain else, an't please your majesty,
in my conscience.

_K. Hen._ It may be his enemy is a gentleman of great sort,[30] quite
from the answer of his degree.[31]

_Flu._ Though he be as goot a gentleman as the tevil is, as Lucifer and
Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow
and his oath.

_K. Hen._ Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meet'st the fellow.

_Will._ So I will, my liege, as I live.

_K. Hen._ Who servest thou under?

_Will._ Under Captain Gower, my liege.

_Flu._ Gower is a goot captain, and is good knowledge and literature in
the wars.

_K. Hen._ Call him hither to me, soldier.

_Will._ I will, my liege.

    [_Exit, R.H._

_K. Hen._ Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for me, and stick it in
thy cap: When Alençon and myself were down together,(O) I plucked this
glove from his helm: if any man challenge this, he is a friend to
Alençon and an enemy to our person; if thou encounter any such,
apprehend him, an thou dost love me.

_Flu._ Your grace does me as great honours as can be desired in the
hearts of his subjects: I would fain see the man, that has but two legs,
that shall find himself aggriefed at this glove, that is all.

_K. Hen._ Knowest thou Gower?

_Flu._ He is my dear friend, an please you.

_K. Hen._ Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to my tent.

_Flu._ (L.) I will fetch him.

    [_Crosses to R., and exit R.H._

  _K. Hen._ (L.C.) My lord of Warwick,--and my brother Gloster,

    [_Both advance to the KING._

  Follow Fluellen closely at the heels:
  The glove which I have given him for a favour
  May haply purchase him a box o' the ear;
  It is the soldier's; I, by bargain, should
  Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick:

    [_WARWICK crosses to R._

  If that the soldier strike him (as, I judge,
  By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word,)
  Some sudden mischief may arise of it;
  For I do know Fluellen valiant,
  And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder,
  And quickly will return an injury:
  Follow,

    (_GLOSTER crosses to R._)

        and see there be no harm between them.--

    [_WARWICK and GLOSTER exeunt R.H._

  Go you with me, Uncle of Exeter.

    [_Exeunt Omnes, L.H._

    _Trumpets sound._


    [Footnote IV.27: _Or void the field;_] i.e., avoid, withdraw from
    the field.]

    [Footnote IV.28: _----+raught+ me his hand,_] _Raught_ is the old
    preterite of the verb _to reach_.]

    [Footnote IV.29: _----Monmouth caps;_] Monmouth caps were formerly
    much worn, and Fuller, in his "Worthies of Wales," says the best
    caps were formerly made at Monmouth.]

    [Footnote IV.30: _----great sort,_] High rank.]

    [Footnote IV.31: _----quite from the answer of his degree._] A man
    of such station as is not bound to hazard his person to _answer_
    to a challenge from one of the soldier's _low degree_.]


SCENE VI.--BEFORE KING HENRY'S PAVILION.

    _Enter GOWER and WILLIAMS, R.H._

_Will._ I warrant it is to knight you, captain.

    _Enter FLUELLEN, R.H._

_Flu._ Heaven's will and pleasure, captain, I peseech you now, come
apace to the king: there is more goot toward you peradventure than is in
your knowledge to dream of.

_Will._ Sir, know you this glove?

_Flu._ (C.) Know the glove! I know, the glove is a glove.

_Will._ (R.C.) I know this; and thus I challenge it.

    [_Strikes him._

_Flu._ 'Sblud, an arrant traitor as any's in the universal 'orld, or in
France, or in England!

_Gow._ (L.C.) How now, sir! you villain!

_Will._ Do you think I'll be forsworn?

_Flu._ Stand away, Captain Gower; I will give treason his payment in
plows, I warrant you.

_Will._ I am no traitor.

_Flu._ That's a lie in thy throat.--I charge you in his majesty's name,
apprehend him: he's a friend of the duke Alençon's.

    _Enter WARWICK and GLOSTER,(P) R.H._

_Glos._ (_crosses to C._) How now, how now! what's the matter?

_Flu._ My lord of Gloster, here is (praised be Heaven for it!) a most
contagious treason come to light, look you, as you shall desire in a
summer's day. Here is his majesty.

    _Enter KING HENRY, EXETER, and others, U.E.L.H._

_K. Hen._ (_coming down centre._) How now! what's the matter?

_Flu._ (L.H.) 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.

_Will._ (R.C.) My liege, this was my glove; here is the fellow 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.

_Flu._ Your majesty hear now (saving your majesty's manhood) what an
arrant, rascally, beggarly, lowsy knave it is: I hope, your majesty is
pear me testimony, and witness, and avouchments, that this is the glove
of Alençon, that your majesty is give me, in your conscience, now.

_K. Hen._ Give 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.

    [_WILLIAMS falls on his knee._

_Flu._ An please your majesty, let his neck answer for it, if there is
any martial law in the 'orld.

_K. Hen._ How can'st thou make me satisfaction?

_Will._ All offences, my liege, come from the heart: never came any from
mine, that might offend your majesty.

_K. Hen._ It was ourself thou didst abuse.

_Will._ Your majesty came not like yourself: you appeared to me but as a
common man; witness the night, your garments, your lowliness; and what
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
offence; therefore, I beseech your highness, pardon me.

  _K. Hen._ Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns,
  And give it to this fellow.-- (_WILLIAMS rises._) Keep it, fellow;
  And wear it for an honour in thy cap
  Till I do challenge it.--Give him the crowns:--
  And, captain, you must needs be friends with him.

    [_The KING goes up the stage with EXETER, BEDFORD, and GLOSTER._

_Flu._ By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in his
pelly.--Hold, there is twelve pence for you; and I pray you to serve
Heaven, and keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, and
dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the petter for you.

_Will._ I will none of your money.

_Flu._ It is with a goot 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 goot: 'tis a goot silling, I warrant you, or I will change it.

    [_Exit WILLIAMS, R.H._

    [_Enter ENGLISH HERALD, R.H._

_K. Hen._ (_coming down C._) Now, herald, are the dead number'd?

    [_HERALD uncovers, kneels, and delivers papers.
    The KING gives one paper to EXETER._

  _K. Hen._ (C.) What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle?

  _Exe._ (L.C.) Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the king;
  John duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt:
  Of other lords and barons, knights and 'squires,
  Full fifteen hundred, besides common men.

  _K. Hen._ (C.) This note doth tell me of ten thousand French
  That in the field lie slain: of princes, in this number,
  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 dubb'd knights:[32]
  So that, in these ten thousand they have lost,
  There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries:[33]
  The rest are--princes, barons, lords, knights, 'squires,
  And gentlemen of blood and quality.
  Here was a royal fellowship of death!----(Q)
  What is the number of our English dead?

  _Exe._ (L.C.) Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk,
  Sir Richard Ketley, Davy Gam, esquire:
  None else of name; and of all other men
  But five and twenty.

  _K. Hen._          O Heaven, 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
  On one part and on the other?--Take it, Heaven,
  For it is only thine!

    [_Returns papers to HERALD, who rises and stands L._

  _Exe._              'Tis wonderful!

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

_Flu._ (R.C.) Is it not lawful, and please your majesty, to tell how
many is killed?

  _K. Hen._ (_up the stage C._)
  Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgment,
  That Heaven fought for us.

_Flu._ Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot.

_K. Hen._ Do we all holy rites:(R)

    [_The curtains of the Royal Pavilion are drawn aside,
    and discover an Altar and Priests._

  Let there be sung _Non nobis_ and _Te Deum_;
  The dead with charity enclos'd in clay:
  We'll then to Calais; and to England then;
  Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men.

    [_Organ music; all kneel, and join in Song of Thanksgiving._


END OF ACT FOUR.


    [Footnote IV.32: _Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd
    knights:_] In ancient times, the distribution of this honor
    appears to have been customary on the eve of a battle.]

    [Footnote IV.33: _Sixteen hundred mercenaries;_] i.e., common
    soldiers, hired soldiers.]




HISTORICAL NOTES TO ACT FOURTH.

(A) _The English Camp at Agincourt._] The French were about a quarter of
a mile from them at Agincourt and Ruisseauville, and both armies
proceeded to light their fires, and to make the usual arrangements for a
bivouack. The night was very rainy, and much inconvenience is said to
have been experienced in each camp from wet and cold, accompanied, among
the English, by hunger and fatigue. It was passed in a manner strictly
consistent with their relative situations. The French, confident in
their numbers, occupied the hours not appropriated to sleep in
calculating upon their success; and in full security of a complete
victory, played at dice with each other for the disposal of their
prisoners, an archer being valued at a blank, and the more important
persons in proportion; whilst the English were engaged in preparing
their weapons, and in the most solemn acts of religion.  *  *  *  The
Chronicler in the text states, that from the great stillness which
prevailed throughout the English camp, the enemy imagined they were
panic-struck, and intended to decamp. Monstrelet relates that the
English "were much fatigued and oppressed by cold, hunger, and other
annoyances; that they made their peace with God, by confessing their
sins with tears, and numbers of them taking the sacrament; for, as it
was related by some prisoners, they looked for certain death on the
morrow."

(B) _Enter Erpingham._] Sir Thomas Erpingham came over with Bolingbroke
from Bretagne, and was one of the commissioners to receive King
Richard's abdication. In Henry the Fifth's time Sir Thomas was warden of
Dover Castle, and at the battle of Agincourt, was commander of the
Archers. This venerable knight is described by Monstrelet to have grown
grey with age and honour; and when orders were given for the English
army to march toward the enemy, by Henry crying aloud, "Advance
banners," Sir Thomas threw his truncheon in the air as a signal to the
whole field, exclaiming, "Now strike;" and loud and repeated shouts
testified the readiness with which they obeyed the command.

(C) _I Richard's body have interred new;_] Henry was anxious not only to
repair his own misconduct, but also to make amends for those iniquities
into which policy or the necessity of affairs had betrayed his father.
He expressed the deepest sorrow for the fate of the unhappy Richard, did
justice to the memory of that unfortunate prince, even performed his
funeral obsequies with pomp and solemnity, and cherished all those who
had distinguished themselves by their loyalty and attachment towards
him. --_Hume's History of England._

(D) _Enter Orleans._] Charles Duke of Orleans was wounded and taken
prisoner at Agincourt. Henry refused all ransom for him, and he remained
in captivity twenty-three years.

This prince was a celebrated poet, and some of his most beautiful verses
were composed during his confinement in the Tower of London. He married
Isabella of Valois, daughter of Charles VI. and Isabeau of Bavaria,
eldest sister to the Princess Katharine, Queen of Henry V.

Isabella was the widow of our Richard the Second when she married the
Duke of Orleans.

After the victory of Agincourt, the following anecdote is related by
Remy:-- "During their journey to Calais, at a place where they rested,
Henry caused bread and wine to be brought to him, which he sent to the
Duke of Orleans; but the French Prince would neither eat nor drink. This
being reported to the King, he imagined that it arose from
dissatisfaction, and, therefore, went to the duke. 'Noble cousin,' said
Henry, 'how are you?' 'Well, my lord,' answered the duke. 'Why, then, is
it,' added the King, 'that you will neither eat nor drink?' To which
Orleans replied, 'that truly he had no inclination for food.' 'Noble
cousin,' rejoined Henry, 'be of good heart. I know that God gave me the
victory over the French, not that I deserved it, but I fully believe
that he wished to punish them; and if what I have heard is true, it is
not to be wondered at, for never were there greater disorder,
sensuality, sins, and vices seen than now prevail in France; which it is
horrible to hear described; and if God is provoked, it is not a subject
of surprise, and no one can be astonished.' Many more conversations are
said to have passed between the King and the Duke of Orleans, and the
commisseration and courtesy of the former to his prisoners is mentioned
by every writer in terms of just praise."

(E) _The English army, drawn up for battle;_] The victory gained at
Agincourt, in the year 1415, is, in a great measure, ascribed to the
English Archers, and that there might be no want of arrows, Henry V.
ordered the sheriffs of several counties to procure feathers from the
wings of geese, plucking six from each goose. An archer of this time was
clad in a cuirass, or a hauberk of chain-mail, with a salade on his
head, which was a kind of bacinet. Every man had a good bow, a sheaf of
arrows, and a sword. Fabian describes the archer's dress at the battle
of Agincourt. "The yeomen had their limbs at liberty, for their hose was
fastened with one point, and their jackets were easy to shoot in, so
that they might draw bows of great strength, and shoot arrows a yard
long." Some are described as without hats or caps, others with caps of
boiled leather, or wicker work, crossed over with iron; some without
shoes, and all in a very dilapidated condition. Each bore on his
shoulder a long stake, sharpened at both extremities, which he was
instructed to fix obliquely before him in the ground, and thus oppose a
rampart of pikes to the charge of the French Cavalry.

  (F) _O that we now had here
  But one ten thousand of those men in England
  That do no work to day!_]

A certain lord Walter Hungerford, knight, was regretting in the king's
presence that he had not, in addition to the small retinue which he had
there, ten thousand of the best English Archers, who would be desirous
of being with him; when the King said, Thou speaketh foolishly, for, by
the God of Heaven, on whose grace I have relied, and in whom I have a
firm hope of victory, I would not, even if I could, increase my number
by one; for those whom I have are the people of God, whom He thinks me
worthy to have at this time. Dost thou not believe the Almighty, with
these his humble few, is able to conquer the haughty opposition of the
French, who pride themselves on their numbers, and their own strength,
as if it might be said they would do as they liked? And in my opinion,
God, of his true justice, would not bring any disaster upon one of so
great confidence, as neither fell out to Judas Maccabeus until he became
distrustful, and thence deservedly fell into ruin. --_Nicolas's History
of Agincourt._

(G) _Enter King Henry, attended._] Henry rose with the earliest dawn,
and immediately heard three masses. He was habited in his "_cote
d'armes_," containing the arms of France and England quarterly, and wore
on his bacinet a very rich crown of gold and jewels, circled like an
imperial crown, that is, arched over. The earliest instance of an arched
crown worn by an English monarch. --_Vide Planché's History of British
Costume._

King Henry had at Agincourt for his person five banners; that is, the
banner of the Trinity, the banner of St. George, the banner of St.
Edward, the banner of St. Edmund, and the banner of his own arms. "When
the King of England had drawn up his order of battle he made a fine
address to his troops, exhorting them to act well; saying, that he was
come into France to recover his lawful inheritance, and that he had good
and just cause to claim it; that in that quarrel they might freely and
surely fight; that they should remember that they were born in the
kingdom where their fathers and mothers, wives and children, now dwelt,
and therefore they ought to strive to return there with great glory and
fame; that the kings of England, his predecessors, had gained many noble
battles and successes over the French; that on that day every one should
endeavour to preserve his own person and the honor of the crown of the
King of England. He moreover reminded them that the French boasted they
would cut off three fingers from the right hand of every archer they
should take, so that their shot should never again kill man nor horse.
The army cried out loudly, saying, 'Sir, we pray God give you a good
life, and the victory over your enemies.'" --_Nicolas's History of
Agincourt._

The banner of the Oriflamme is said to have been unfurled by the French
for the last time at Agincourt.

(H) _The feast of Crispian._] The battle of Agincourt was fought upon
the 25th of October, 1415, St. Crispin's day. The legend upon which this
is founded, is as follows:-- "Crispinus and Crispianus were brethren,
born at Rome; from whence they travelled to Soissons in France, about
the year 303, to propagate the Christian religion; but because they
would not be chargeable to others for their maintenance, they exercised
the trade of shoemakers; but the Governor of the town, discovering them
to be Christians, ordered them to be beheaded about the year 303. From
which time, the shoemakers made choice of them for their tutelar
saints." --_See Hall's Chronicle._

(I) _Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster._]
Although Shakespeare has adhered very closely to history in many parts
of Henry V., he has deviated very much from it in the _Dramatis
Personæ_. He makes the Duke of Bedford accompany Henry to Harfleur and
Agincourt when he was Regent of England. The Earl of Exeter, or, more
properly speaking, the Earl of Dorset, was left to command Harfleur; the
Earl of Westmoreland, so far from quitting England, was appointed to
defend the marches of Scotland, nor does it appear that the Earl of
Salisbury was either at Harfleur or Agincourt. The Earl of Warwick[*]
had returned to England ill from Harfleur. The characters introduced in
the play who really were at Agincourt, are the Dukes of Gloucester and
York, and Sir Thomas Erpingham.

Holinshed states that the English army consisted of 15,000, and the
French of 60,000 horse and 40,000 infantry--in all, 100,000. Walsingham
and Harding represent the English as but 9,000, and other authors say
that the number of French amounted to 150,000. Fabian says the French
were 40,000, and the English only 7,000. The battle lasted only three
hours.

    [Footnote *: Richard Beauchamp, Earl of Warwick. He did not obtain
    that title till 1417, two years after the era of this play.]

(K) _How thou pleasest, Heaven, dispose the day._] At the battle of
Agincourt, having chosen a convenient spot on which to martial his men,
the king sent privately two hundred archers into a low meadow, which was
on one of his flanks, where they were so well secured by a deep ditch
and a marsh, that the enemy could not come near them. Then he divided
his infantry into three squadrons, or battles; the van-warde, or
avant-guard, composed entirely of archers; the middle-warde, of bill-men
only; and the rerewarde, of bill-men and archers mixed together; the
horse-men, as wings, went on the flanks of each of the battles. He also
caused stakes to be made of wood about five or six feet long, headed
with sharp iron; these were fixed in the ground, and the archers so
placed before them that they were entirely hid from the sight of the
enemy. When, therefore, the heavy cavalry of the French charged, which
was done with the utmost impetuosity, under the idea of cutting down and
riding over the archers, they shrunk at once behind the stakes, and the
Frenchmen, unable to stop their horses, rode full upon them, so that
they overthrew their riders, and caused the utmost confusion. The
infantry, who were to follow up and support this charge, were so struck
with amazement that they hesitated, and by this were lost, for during
the panic the English archers threw back their bows, and with axes,
bills, glaives, and swords, slew the French, till they met the
middle-warde. The king himself, according to Speed, rode in the main
battle completely armed, his shield quartering the achievements of
France and England; upon his helm he wore a coronet encircled with
pearls and precious stones, and after the victory, although it had been
cut and bruised, he would not suffer it to be ostentatiously exhibited
to the people, but ordered all his men to give the glory to God alone.
His horse was one of fierce courage, and had a bridle and furniture of
goldsmiths' work, and the caparisons were most richly embroidered with
the victorious ensigns of the English monarchy. Thus is he represented
on his great seal, with the substitution of a knights' cap, and the
crest, for the chaplet. Elmham's account, from which this is amplified,
is more particular in some of the details; he relates, that the king
appeared on a palfrey, followed by a train of led horses, ornamented
with the most gorgeous trappings; his helmet was of polished steel,
surmounted with a coronet sparkling with jewels, and on his surcoat, or
rather jupon, were emblazoned the arms of France and England, azure,
three fleurs-de-lis or, and gules, three lion's passant guardant or. The
nobles, in like manner, were decorated with their proper armorial
bearings. Before him was borne the royal standard, which was ornamented
with gold and splendid colours. An account of the memorable battle of
Azincourt, or Agincourt, fought on the 25th of October, 1415, is thus
related by Mr. Turner:-- "At dawn the King of England had matins and the
mass chaunted in his army. He stationed all the horses and baggage in
the village, under such small guard as he could spare, having resolved
to fight the battle on foot. He sagaciously perceived that his only
chance of victory rested in the superiority of the personal fortitude
and activity of his countrymen, and to bring them face to face, and arm
to arm, with their opponents, was the simple object of his tactical
dispositions. He formed his troops into three divisions, with two wings.
The centre, in which he stationed himself, he planted to act against the
main body of the French, and he placed the right and left divisions,
with their wings, at a small distance only from himself. He so chose his
ground that the village protected his rear, and hedges and briars
defended his flanks. Determined to shun no danger, but to be a
conspicuous example to his troops on a day when no individual exertions
could be spared, he put on a neat and shining armour, with a large and
brilliant helmet, and on this he placed a crown, radiant with its
jewels, and he put over him a tunic adorned with the arms of France and
England. He mounted his horse, and proceeded to address his troops. The
French were commanded by the Constable of France, and with him were the
Dukes of Orleans, Burgundy, Berry, and Alençon, the Marshal and Admiral
of France, and a great assemblage of French nobility. Their force was
divided into three great battalions, and continued formed till ten
o'clock, not advancing to the attack. They were so numerous as to be
able to draw up thirty deep, the English but four. A thousand speared
horsemen skirmished from each of the horns of the enemy's line, and it
appeared crowded with balistae for the projection of stones of all sizes
on Henry's little army. Henry sent a part of his force behind the
village of Agincourt, where the French had placed no men at arms. He
moved from the rear of his army, unperceived, two hundred archers, to
hide themselves in a meadow on the flank of the French advanced line. An
old and experienced knight, Sir Thomas Erpingham, formed the rest into
battle array for an attack, putting the archers in front, and the men at
arms behind. The archers had each a sharp stake pointed at both ends, to
use against the French horse. Sir Thomas having completed his formation,
threw up his truncheon in the air, and dismounted. The English began the
attack, which the French had awaited, not choosing to give the advantage
as at Poictiers; but when they saw them advance, they put themselves in
motion, and their cavalry charged; these were destroyed by the English
archers. The French, frightened by the effect of the arrows, bent their
heads to prevent them from entering the vizors of their helmets, and,
pressing forward, became so wedged together as to be unable to strike.
The archers threw back their bows, and, grasping their swords,
battle-axes, and other weapons, cut their way to the second line. At
this period the ambushed archers rushed out, and poured their impetuous
and irresistable arrows into the centre of the assailed force, which
fell in like manner with the first line. In short, every part
successively gave way, and the English had only to kill and take
prisoners."

(L) The Duke of York commanded the van guard of the English army, and
was slain in the battle.

This personage is the same who appears in Shakespeare's play of King
Richard the Second by the title of Duke of Aumerle. His Christian name
was Edward. He was the eldest son of Edmund Langley, Duke of York, who
is introduced in the same play, and who was the fifth son of King Edward
III. Richard, Earl of Cambridge, who appears in the second act of this
play, was younger brother to this Edward, Duke of York.

(M) _Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill:_] After the battle,
"there were small bodies of the French on different parts of the plain,
but they were soon routed, slain, or taken."

(N) _Enter MONTJOY._] He (the king) asked Montjoye to whom the victory
belonged, to him or to the King of France? Montjoye replied that the
victory was his, and could not be claimed by the King of France. The
king said to the French and English heralds, "It is not we who have made
this great slaughter, but the omnipotent God, as we believe, for a
punishment of the sins of the French. The king then asked the name of
the castle he saw near him. He was told it was Agincourt. Well, then,
said he, since all battles should bear the name of the fortress nearest
to the spot where they were fought, this battle shall from henceforth
bear the ever durable name of Agincourt." --_Nicolas's History of
Agincourt._

(O) _When Alençon and myself were down together._] During the battle,
the Duke of Alençon most valiantly broke through the English line, and
advanced, fighting, near to the king, insomuch that he wounded and
struck down the Duke of York. King Henry, seeing this, stepped forth to
his aid, and as he was leaning down to raise him, the Duke of Alençon
gave him a blow on the helmet that struck off part of his crown. The
king's guard on this surrounded him, when, seeing he could no way escape
death but by surrendering, he lifted up his arm, and said to the king,
"_I am the Duke of Alençon, and yield myself to you;_" but as the king
was holding out his hand to receive his pledge, he was put to death by
the guards. --_Nicolas's History of Agincourt._

(P) _Enter WARWICK and GLOSTER._] The noble Duke of Gloucester, the
king's brother, pushing himself too vigorously on his horse into the
conflict, was grievously wounded, and cast down to the earth by the
blows of the French, for whose protection the king being interested, he
bravely leapt against his enemies in defence of his brother, defended
him with his own body, and plucked and guarded him from the raging
malice of the enemy's, sustaining perils of war scarcely possible to be
borne. --_Nicolas's History of Agincourt._

(Q) _Here was a royal fellowship of death!--_] There is not much
difficulty in forming a correct estimate of the numbers of the French
slain at Agincourt, for if those writers who only state that from three
to five thousand were killed, merely meant the men-at-arms and persons
of superior rank, and which is exceedingly probable, we may at once
adopt the calculation of Monstrelet, Elmham, &c., and estimate the whole
loss on the field at from ten to eleven thousand men. It is worthy of
remark how very nearly the different statements on the subject approach
to each other, and which can only be explained by the fact that the dead
had been carefully numbered.

Among the most illustrious persons slain were the Dukes of Brabant,
Barré, and Alençon, five counts, and a still greater proportion of
distinguished knights; and the Duke of Orleans, the Count of Vendôsme,
who was taken by Sir John Cornwall, the Marshall Bouciqualt, and
numerous other individuals of distinction, whose names are minutely
recorded by Monstrelet, were made prisoners. The loss of the English
army has been variously estimated. The discrepancies respecting the
number slain on the part of the victors, form a striking contrast to the
accuracy of the account of the loss of their enemies. The English
writers vary in their statements from seventeen to one hundred, whilst
the French chroniclers assert that from three hundred to sixteen hundred
individuals fell on that occasion. St. Remy and Monstrelet assert that
sixteen hundred were slain. --_Nicolas's History of Agincourt._

(R) _Do we all holy rites:_] Holinshed says, that when the king saw no
appearance of enemies, he caused the retreat to be blown, and gathering
his army together, gave thanks to Almighty God for so happy a victory,
causing his prelates and chaplains to sing this psalm--_In exitu Israel
de Egypto_; and commanding every man to kneel down on the ground at this
verse--_Non nobis domine, non nobis, sed nomini tuo da gloriam_; which,
done, he caused _Te Deum_ and certain anthems to be sung, giving laud
and praise to God, and not boasting of his own force, or any human
power.




    _Enter CHORUS._


  _Chor._ Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story,
  That I may prompt them.
  Now we bear the king
  Towards Calais: grant him there; there seen,
  Heave him away upon your winged thoughts
  Athwart the sea. Behold, the English beach
  Pales in the flood with men, with wives, and boys,
  Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouth'd sea,
  Which, like a mighty whiffler[1] 'fore the king
  Seems to prepare his way: so let him land;
  And solemnly, see him set on to London.
  So swift a pace hath thought, that even now
  You may imagine him upon Blackheath.
  How London doth pour out her citizens!
  The mayor, and all his brethren, in best sort,--
  Like to the senators of the antique Rome,
  With the plebeians swarming at their heels,--
  Go forth, and fetch their conquering Cæsar in.
  Now in London place him. There must we bring him;
  Show the occurrences, whatever chanc'd,
  Till Harry's back-return again to France.

    [_Exit._


    [Footnote Vc.1: _----a mighty +whiffler+_] An officer who walks
    first in processions, or before persons in high stations, on
    occasions of ceremony. The name is still retained in London, and
    there is an officer so called that walks before their companies at
    times of publick solemnity. It seems a corruption from the French
    word _huissier_. --HANMER.]




  HISTORICAL EPISODE.

  OLD LONDON BRIDGE
  From the Surrey Side of the River.

  RECEPTION OF KING HENRY THE FIFTH
  On Entering London,
  AFTER THE BATTLE OF AGINCOURT.[*]

    [Note *: Extracts of King Henry's reception into London, from
    the anonymous Chronicler, who was an eye-witness of the events he
    describes:--

    "And when the wished-for Saturday dawned, the citizens went forth
    to meet the king. *   *   *   viz., the Mayor[{~DAGGER~}] and Aldermen in
    scarlet, and the rest of the inferior citizens in red suits, with
    party-coloured hoods, red and white. *   *   *   When they had
    come to the Tower at the approach to the bridge, as it were at the
    entrance to the authorities to the city. *   *   *   Banners of
    the Royal arms adorned the Tower, elevated on its turrets; and
    trumpets, clarions, and horns, sounded in various melody; and in
    front there was this elegant and suitable inscription upon the
    wall, 'Civitas Regis justicie'--('The city to the King's
    righteousness.') *   *   *   And behind the Tower were innumerable
    boys, representing angels, arrayed in white, and with countenances
    shining with gold, and glittering wings, and virgin locks set with
    precious sprigs of laurel, who, at the King's approach, sang with
    melodious voices, and with organs, an English anthem.

      [[Footnote {~DAGGER~}: The Lord Mayor of London, A.D. 1415, was Nicholas
      Wotton.]]

       *   *   *   *   *
    "A company of Prophets, of venerable hoariness, dressed in golden
    coats and mantles, with their heads covered and wrapped in gold
    and crimson, sang with sweet harmony, bowing to the ground,
    a psalm of thanksgiving.
       *   *   *   *   *
    "Beneath the covering were the twelve kings, martyrs and
    confessors of the succession of England, their loins girded with
    golden girdles, sceptres in their hands, and crowns on their
    heads, who chaunted with one accord at the King's approach in a
    sweet tune.
       *   *   *   *   *
    "And they sent forth upon him round leaves of silver mixed with
    wafers, equally thin and round. And there proceeded out to meet
    the King a chorus of most beautiful virgin girls, elegantly
    attired in white, singing with timbrol and dance; and then
    innumerable boys, as it were an angelic multitude, decked with
    celestial gracefulness, white apparel, shining feathers, virgin
    locks, studded with gems and other resplendent and most elegant
    array, who sent forth upon the head of the King passing beneath
    minæ of gold, with bows of laurel; round about angels shone with
    celestial gracefulness, chaunting sweetly, and with all sorts of
    music.

    "And besides the pressure in the standing places, and of men
    crowding through the streets, and the multitude of both sexes
    along the way from the bridge, from one end to the other, that
    scarcely the horsemen could ride through them. A greater assembly,
    or a nobler spectacle, was not recollected to have been ever
    before in London."]




ACT V.


SCENE I.--FRANCE IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD OF TROYES.

    _Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER, L.H._

_Gow._ Nay, that's right; but why wear you your leek today? Saint Davy's
day is past.

_Flu._ There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things:
I will tell you, as my friend, Captain Gower: the rascally, scald,
beggarly, lowsy, pragging knave, Pistol,--he is come to me, and prings
me pread and salt yesterday, look you, and pid me eat my leek: it was in
a place where I could not preed no contentions with him; but I will be
so pold 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, R.H._

_Gow._ Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock.

_Flu._ 'Tis no matter for his swellings nor his turkey-cocks.--Heaven
pless you, ancient Pistol! you scurvy, lowsy knave, Heaven pless you!

  _Pist._ Ha! art thou Bedlam? dost thou thirst, base Trojan,
  To have me fold up Parca's fatal web?[1]
  Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek.

    [_Crosses to L.H._

_Flu._ I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lowsy knave, at my desires, and
my requests, and my petitions, to eat, look you, this leek: because,
look you, you do not love it, nor your affections, and your appetites,
and your digestions, does not agree with it, I would desire you to
eat it.

_Pist._ (_crosses to R.H._) Not for Cadwallader and all his goats.

_Flu._ There is one goat for you.

    [_Strikes him._

Will you be so goot, scald knave, as eat it?

_Pist._ Base Trojan, thou shalt die.

_Flu._ You say very true, scald knave, when Heaven's will is: I will
desire you to live in the mean time, and eat your victuals: come, there
is sauce for it. (_Striking him again._) You called me yesterday
mountain-squire; but I will make you to-day a squire of low degree.[2]
I pray you, fall to: if you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek.

_Gow._ Enough, captain: you have astonished him.[3]

_Flu._ I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or I will peat
his pate four days.--Pite, I pray you; it is goot for you.

_Pist._ Must I bite?

_Flu._ Yes, certainly, and out of doubt, and out of questions too, and
ambiguities.

_Pist._ By this leek, I will most horribly revenge: I eat, and eke I
swear----

_Flu._ Eat, I pray you: Will you have some more sauce to your leek?
there is not enough leek to swear by.

_Pist._ Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see I eat.

_Flu._ Much goot do you, scald knave, heartily. Nay, 'pray you, throw
none away; the skin is goot for your proken coxcomb. When you take
occasions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock at them; that is all.

_Pist._ Good.

_Flu._ Ay, leeks is goot:--Hold you, there is a groat to heal your pate.

_Pist._ Me a groat!

_Flu._ Yes, verily and in truth, you shall take it; or I have another
leek in my pocket, which you shall eat.

_Pist._ I take thy groat in earnest of revenge.

_Flu._ If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cudgels. Heaven be wi'
you, and keep you, and heal your pate.

    [_Exit L.H._

_Pist._ (_crosses to L.H.) All hell shall stir for this.

    [_Crosses to R.H._

_Gow._ Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly knave. Will you mock at an
ancient tradition,--begun upon an honourable respect, and worn as a
memorable trophy of predeceased valour,--and dare not avouch in your
deeds any of your words? I have seen you gleeking[4] and galling at this
gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, because he could not speak
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.[5] Fare ye well.

    [_Exit, L.H._

  _Pist._ Doth fortune play the huswife[6] with me now?
  Old I do wax; and from my weary limbs
  Honour is cudgell'd.
                     To England will I steal:
  And patches will I get unto these scars,
  And swear, I got them in the Gallia wars.

    [_Exit, R.H._


    [Footnote V.1: _To have me fold up, &c._] Dost thou desire to have
    me put thee to death.]

    [Footnote V.2: _----a squire of low degree._] That is, _I will
    bring thee to the ground._]

    [Footnote V.3: _----astonished him._] That is, you have stunned
    him with the blow.]


SCENE II.--INTERIOR OF THE CATHEDRAL AT TROYES IN CHAMPAGNE.

    _Trumpets sound. Enter, at one door, U.E.L.H., KING HENRY,(A)
    BEDFORD, GLOSTER, EXETER, WARWICK, WESTMORELAND, and other Lords;
    at another, U.E.R.H., the FRENCH KING, QUEEN ISABEL, the PRINCESS
    KATHARINE,[7](B) Lords, Ladies, &c., the Duke of BURGUNDY, and
    his Train. The two parties, French and English, are divided by
    barriers._

  _K. Hen._ (L.C.) Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met![8]
  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 Katharine;
  And (as a branch and member of this royalty,
  By whom this great assembly is contriv'd,)
  We do salute you, duke of Burgundy;--
  And, princes French, and peers, health to you all!

    [_All the French party bow to KING HENRY._

  _Fr. King._ (R.C.) Right joyous are we to behold your face,
  Most worthy brother England; fairly met:--
  So are you, princes English, every one.

  _Q. Isa._ (_R. of F. KING._) So happy be the issue, brother England,
  Of this good day, and of this gracious meeting,
  As we are now glad to behold your eyes;
  Your eyes, which hitherto have borne in them
  Against the French, that met them in their bent,
  The fatal balls of murdering basilisks:[9]
  The venom of such looks, we fairly hope,
  Have lost their quality; and that this day
  Shall change all griefs and quarrels into love.

  _K. Hen._ To cry amen to that, thus we appear.

  _Q.Isa._ You English princes all, I do salute you.

    [_All the English party bow to QUEEN ISABELLA._

  _Bur._ (R.) My duty to you both, on equal love,
  Great kings of France and England!
  Let it not disgrace me,
  If I demand, before this royal view,
  What rub or what impediment there is,
  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?

  _K. Hen._ If, duke of Burgundy, you would the peace,
  Which you have cited, you must buy that peace
  With full accord to all our just demands;
  Whose tenours and particular effects
  You have, enschedul'd briefly, in your hands.

  _Fr. King._ I have but with a cursorary eye
  O'er-glanc'd the articles: pleaseth your grace
  To appoint some of your council presently
  To sit with us once more, with better heed
  To re-survey them, we will suddenly
  Pass our accept and peremptory answer.[10]

  _K. Hen._ Brother, we shall.--Go, uncle Exeter,--
  And brother Bedford,--and you, brother Gloster,--
  Warwick,--and Huntingdon,--go with the king;
  And take with you free power, to ratify,
  Augment, or alter, as your wisdoms best
  Shall see advantageable for our dignity,
  And we'll consign thereto.--

    [_Barriers removed. The English Lords, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOSTER,
    WARWICK, and HUNTINGDON, cross to the KING OF FRANCE, and exeunt
    afterwards with him._

  Will you, fair sister,
  Go with the princes, or stay here with us?

  _Q. Isa._ Our gracious brother, I will go with them:
  Haply a woman's voice may do some good,
  When articles too nicely urg'd be stood on.

  _K. Hen._ Yet leave our cousin Katharine here with us:
  She is our capital demand, compris'd
  Within the fore rank of our articles.

  _Q. Isa._ She hath good leave.

    [_Trumpets sound._

    [_Exeunt all through gates, L.E.R. and L., but HENRY, KATHARINE,
    and her Gentlewomen._

  _K. Hen._ (L.C.)    Fair Katharine, and most fair!
  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?

_Kath._ (R.C.) Votre majesté shall mock at me; I cannot speak votre
Anglais.

_K. Hen._ O fair Katharine, if you will love me soundly with your French
heart, I will be glad to hear you confess it brokenly with your English
tongue. Do you like me, Kate?

_Kath._ _Pardonnez moi,_ I cannot tell vat is--like me.

_K. Hen._ An angel is like you, Kate, and you are like an angel.

_Kath._ _Que dit-il? que je suis semblable aux anges?_

_K. Hen._ I said so, dear Katharine; and I must not blush to affirm it.

_Kath._ _O bon Dieu! les langues des hommes sont pleines de tromperies._

_K. Hen._ What say you, fair one?

_Kath._ Dat de tongues of de mans is be full of deceits.

_K. Hen._ I'faith, Kate. I know no ways to mince it in love, but
directly to say--I love you: then, if you urge me further than to
say--Do you in faith? I wear out my suit. Give me your answer; i'faith,
do; and so clap hands and a bargain: How say you, lady?

_Kath._ Me understand well.

_K. Hen._ Marry, if you would put me to verses or to dance for your
sake, Kate, why you undid me. If I could win a lady at leap-frog, or by
vaulting into my saddle with my armour on my back, under the correction
of bragging, be it spoken, I should quickly leap into a wife. But,
before Heaven, I cannot look greenly,[11] nor gasp out my eloquence, 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 any thing 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 livest, dear
Kate, take a fellow of plain and uncoined constancy;[12] for a good leg
will fall;[13] 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 moon; or,
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, take a soldier; take a soldier, take a king: And what
sayest thou, then, to my love? speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.

_Kath._ Est il possible dat I should love de enemy de la France?

_K. Hen._ No; it is not possible you should love the enemy of France,
Kate: but, in loving me, you 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.

_Kath._ Vat is dat?

_K. Hen._ Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou
love me?

_Kath._ I cannot tell.

_K. Hen._ Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll 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. If ever
thou be'st mine, Kate, (as I have a saving faith within me, tells
me,--thou shalt,) shall there not be a boy compounded between Saint
Dennis and Saint George, half French, half English, that shall go to
Constantinople[14] and take the Turk by the beard? shall he not? what
sayest thou, my fair flower-de-luce? How answer you, _la plus belle
Katharine du monde, mon très chère et divine déesse?_

_Kath._ _Votre majesté_ 'ave _fausse_ French enough to deceive _la plus
sage damoiselle_ dat is _en France._

_K. Hen._ Now, fie upon my false French! By mine honour, in true
English, I love thee, Kate: by which honour I dare not swear thou lovest
me; yet my blood begins to flatter me that thou dost, notwithstanding
the poor and untempting effect of my visage. But, in faith, Kate, the
elder I wax, the better I shall appear: my comfort is, that old age,
that ill layer-up of 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 Katharine,
will you have me? Put off your maiden blushes; avouch the thoughts of
your heart with the looks of an empress; 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 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
musick, for thy voice is musick, and thy English broken; therefore,
queen of all, Katharine, break thy mind to me in broken English, Wilt
thou have me?

_Kath._ Dat is as it shall please _le roi mon père_.

_K. Hen._ Nay, it will please him well, Kate; it shall please him, Kate.

_Kath._ Den it shall also content me.

_K. Hen._ Upon that I will kiss your hand, and I call you--my queen.

_Kath._ _Laissez, mon seigneur, laissez, laissez._

_K. Hen._ Then I will kiss your lips, Kate.

_Kath._ Dat is not be de fashion _pour les_ dames _de la_ France.

_K. Hen._ O Kate, nice customs curt'sy to great kings. We are the makers
of manners, Kate; therefore, patiently, and yielding. (_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 persuade Harry of England than a general petition of
monarchs. (_Trumpets sound._) Here comes your father.

    [_The centre gates are thrown open, and_

    _Re-enter the FRENCH KING and QUEEN, BURGUNDY, BEDFORD, GLOSTER,
    EXETER, WESTMORELAND. The other French and English Lords as
    before, U.E.R. and L._

_Bur._ (R.) My royal cousin, teach you our princess English?

_K. Hen._ (C.) I would have her learn, my fair cousin, how perfectly I
love her; and that is good English.

_Bur._ Is she not apt?

_K. Hen._ Our tongue is rough, coz, and my condition is not smooth;[15]
so that, having neither the voice 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. Shall Kate be my wife?

_Fr. King._ (L.C.) So please you.

  _Exe._ The king hath granted every article:
  His daughter, first; and then, in sequel, all,
  According to their firm proposèd natures.

  _Fr. King._ Take her, fair son;
  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
  Plant neighbourhood and christian-like accord
  In their sweet bosoms, that never war advance
  His bleeding sword 'twixt England and fair France.

  _K. Hen._ Now, welcome, Kate:--and bear me witness all,
  That here I take her as my sovereign queen.

    [_The KING places a ring on KATHARINE'S finger._

  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.--
  Then shall I swear to Kate, and you to me;
  And may our oaths well kept and prosp'rous be!(C)

    [_Flourish of Trumpets. Curtain descends._


    [Footnote V.4: _----gleeking_] i.e., scoffing, sneering. _Gleek_
    was a game at cards.]

    [Footnote V.5: _----English +condition+._] _Condition_ is temper,
    disposition of mind.]

    [Footnote V.6: _----Doth fortune play the +huswife+_] That is, the
    _jilt_.]

    [Footnote V.7: The dresses of Queen Isabella, her ladies, and the
    Princess Katharine, are taken from Montfaucon Monarchie
    Françoise.]

    [Footnote V.8: _----wherefore we are met!_] i.e., Peace, for which
    we are here met, be to this meeting.]

    [Footnote V.9: _The fatal balls of murdering basilisks:_] It was
    anciently supposed that this serpent could destroy the object of
    its vengeance by merely looking at it.]

    [Footnote V.10:
      _----we will, suddenly,
      Pass our accept, and peremptory answer._]
    i.e., our answer shall be such as to leave no room for further
    questioning in the matter. "_We will peremptorily make answer._"]

    [Footnote V.11: _----look +greenly+,_] i.e., like a young lover,
    awkwardly.]

    [Footnote V.12: _----take a good fellow of plain and +uncoined+
    constancy;_] _Uncoined_ constancy signifies _real_ and _true_
    constancy, _unrefined_ and _unadorned_.]

    [Footnote V.13: _----a good leg will fall,_] i.e., shrink--fall
    away.]

    [Footnote V.14: _----shall go to Constantinople_] Shakespeare has
    here committed an anachronism. The Turks were not possessed of
    Constantinople before the year 1463, when Henry the Fifth had been
    dead thirty-one years.]

    [Footnote V.15: _----my +condition+ is not smooth;_] i.e.,
    manners, appearance.]




THE END.




HISTORICAL NOTES TO ACT FIFTH.

(A) _Enter_ KING HENRY,] At this interview, which is described as taking
place in the Church of Notre Dame, at Troyes, King Henry was attired in
his armour, and accompanied by sixteen hundred warriors. Henry is
related to have placed a ring of "inestimable value" on the finger of
Katharine, "supposed to be the same worn by our English queen-consorts
at their coronation," at the moment when he received the promise of the
princess.

(B) _The PRINCESS KATHARINE_,] Katharine of Valois was the youngest
child of Charles VI., King of France, and his Queen, Isabella of
Bavaria. She was born in Paris, October 27th, 1401. Monstrelet relates,
that on Trinity Sunday, June 3rd, the King of England wedded the lady
Katharine in the church at Troyes, and that great pomp and magnificence
were displayed by him and his princess, as if he had been king of the
whole world. Katharine was crowned Queen of England February 24, 1421;
and shortly after the death of her heroic husband, which event took
place August 31st, 1422, the queen married a Welch gentleman of the name
of Owen Tudor, by whom she had three sons and one daughter. The eldest
son, Edmund, married Margaret Beaufort, the heiress of the house of
Somerset. His half-brother, Henry VI., created him Earl of Richmond. He
died before he reached twenty years of age, leaving an infant son,
afterwards Henry VII., the first king of the Tudor line. Katharine died
January 3rd, 1437, in the thirty-sixth year of her age, and was buried
at Westminster Abbey.

(C) _----may our oaths well kept and prosp'rous be;_] The principal
articles of the treaty were, that Henry should espouse the Princess
Catherine: That King Charles, during his life time, should enjoy the
title and dignity of King of France: That Henry should be declared and
acknowledged heir of the monarchy, and be entrusted with the present
administration of the government: That that kingdom should pass to his
heirs general: That France and England should for ever be united under
one king; but should still retain their several usages, customs, and
privileges: That all the princes, peers, vassals, and communities of
France, should swear, that they would both adhere to the future
succession of Henry, and pay him present obedience as regent: That this
prince should unite his arms to those of King Charles and the Duke of
Burgundy, in order to subdue the adherents of Charles, the pretended
dauphin; and that these three princes should make no peace or truce with
him but by common consent and agreement. Such was the tenour of this
famous treaty; a treaty which, as nothing but the most violent animosity
could dictate it, so nothing but the power of the sword could carry it
into execution. It is hard to say whether its consequences, had it taken
effect, would have proved more pernicious to England or France. It must
have reduced the former kingdom to the rank of a province: It would have
entirely disjointed the succession of the latter, and have brought on
the destruction of the royal family; as the houses of Orleans, Anjou,
Alençon, Britanny, Bourbon, and of Burgundy itself, whose titles were
preferable to that of the English princes, would, on that account, have
been exposed to perpetual jealousy and persecution from the sovereign.
There was even a palpable deficiency in Henry's claim, which no art
could palliate. For, besides the insuperable objections to which Edward
the Third's pretensions were exposed, _he_ was not heir to that monarch:
If female succession were admitted, the right had devolved on the house
of Mortimer: Allowing that Richard the Second was a tyrant, and that
Henry the Fourth's merits in deposing him were so great towards the
English, as to justify that nation in placing him on the throne, Richard
had nowise offended France, and his rival had merited nothing of that
kingdom: It could not possibly be pretended that the crown of France was
become an appendage to that of England; and that a prince who by any
means got possession of the latter, was, without farther question,
entitled to the former. So that, on the whole, it must be allowed that
Henry's claim to France was, if possible, still more unintelligible than
the title by which his father had mounted the throne of England.
--_Hume's History of England._




  JOHN K. CHAPMAN AND COMPANY, PRINTERS, 5, SHOE LANE,
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Errata Noted by Transcriber

  a pæan of victory  [poean]
  within this wooden O  [wooden, O]
  suppose every man to represent  [first "r" in "represent" invisible]
  [Historical Notes to Act II]
    [endnote labeling, with (A) reused, unchanged]
  Lewis, Dovphin of Viennois  [spelling unchanged]
  should not raise the seige  [spelling unchanged]
  ... had played the Englishmen at dice."  [missing close quote]]
  I remember him now.  [; for .]
  _Non nobis domine, non nobis, sed nomini tuo_  [_seel nomini_]
  yet I love thee too  [I I love thee]


Scenes

_Correspondences are approximate; all Scenes have been significantly
edited. Chorus speeches are fairly close to their original form._

Kean edition (this text): Shakespeare

  I.1 : I.2
  I.2 : II.3, with Boy's speech from III.2
  II.1 : II.2
  II.2 : II.4
  III (unnumbered scene after Chorus) : III.1
  III.1 : III.5
  III.2 : III.6
  IV (unnumbered scene interrupting Chorus) : III.7
  IV.1 : IV.1
  IV.2 : IV.2
  IV.3 : IV.3
  IV.4 : IV.5
  IV.5 : IV.6 and IV.7 (intermingled)
  IV.6 : IV.8
  Interlude added by Kean : _no equivalent_
  V.1 : V.1
  V.2 : V.2

_Shakespeare's Epilogue (spoken by Chorus) is absent._





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