not who know it: I will confefs it to all the orld, I need not to be ashamed of your Majefty, praised be Got, fo long as your Majefty is an honeft man.

K. Henry. God keep me fo!

Enter Williams.

Our heralds go with him,

Bring me juft notice of the numbers dead

[Exit Mountjoy.

On both our parts. Call yonder fellow hither.
SCENE XIV.

Exe. Soldier, you must come to the King.

K. Henry. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove in thy cap?

Will. An't pleafe your Majefty, 'tis the gage of one that I fhould fight with 1, if he be alive.

K. Henry. An Englishman?

Will. An't please your Majefty, a rafcal that swagger'd with me last night, who if alive, and if ever he dare to challenge this glove, I have fworn to take him a box o'th? ear; or if I can see my glove in his cap, which he fwore as he was a foldier he would wear, (if alive) I will frike it out foundly.

K. Henry. What think you, captain Fluellen, is it fit this foldier keep his cath?

Flu. He is a craven and a villain else, an't please your Majefty, in my conscience.

K. Henry. It may be his enemy is a gentleman of great fort, quite from the answer of his degree.

Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is neceffary, look your Grace, that he keep his vow and his oath: if he be perjur'd, fee you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain and a jackfawce, as ever his plack fhoe trod upon Got's ground and his earth, in my conscience bw.

K. Henry. Then keep thy vow, firrah, when thou meet'ft the fellow.

Will. So I will, my Liege, as I live.

K. Henry. Who ferv'st thou under?
Will. Under captain Gower, my Liege.

Flu. Gower is a goot captain, and is goot knowledge and iterature in the wars.

K. Henry,

K. Henry. Call him hither to me, foldier.

[Exit.

Will. I will, my Liege.

K. Henry. Here, Fluellen, wear thou this favour for me, and stick it in thy cap; when Alanfon and my felf were down together, I pluck'd this glove from his helm; if any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alanfon and an enemy to our perfon; if thou encounter any such, apprehend him if thou doft love me.

Flu. Your Grace does me as great honours as can be defir'd in the hearts of his fubjects: I would fain see the man that has but two legs that shall find himself agriev'd at this glove that is all; but I would fain fee it once, an pleafe Got of his Grace that I might fee.

K. Henry. Know'st thou Gower?

Flu. He is my dear friend, an please you.

K. Henry. Pray thee, go feek him and bring him to my

tent.

Flu. I will fetch him.

[Exit. K. Henry. My Lord of Warwick and my brother Glofter, Follow Fluellen closely at the heels:

The glove which I have given him for a favour
May haply purchase him a box o'th' ear.

It is the foldier's; I by bargain should

Wear it my felf. Follow, good coufin Warwick:
If that the foldier ftrike him, as I judge
By his blunt bearing he will keep his word;
Some fudden mifchief may arise of it :

For I do know Fluellen valiant,

And touch'd with choler hot as gunpowder,

And quickly he'll return an injury.

Follow and fee there be no harm between them.

Come you with me, uncle of Exeter.

[Exeunt.

SCENE XV. Before King Henry's Pavilion.

Enter Gower and Williams.

Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain.

Enter Fluellen.

Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I pefeech you now come apace to the King: there is more goot toward you peradventure, than is in your knowledge to dream of.

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Will

Will. Sir, know you this glove?

Flu. Know the glove I know the glove is a glove. Will. I know this, and thus I challenge it. [Strikes bim. Flu. 'Sbud, an arrant traitor as any's in the univerfal orld, in France or in England.

Gow. How now, Sir? you villain.

Will. Do you think I'll be forfworn?

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

Will. I am no traitor,

Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.

charge you in his Majefty's name apprehend him, he's a friend of the Duke of Alanfon's.

Enter Warwick and Gloucefter.

War. How now, how now, what's the matter?

Flu. My Lord of Warwick, here is, praifed be Got for it, a most contagious treafon come to light, look you, as you fhall defire in a fummer's day. Here is his Majesty. Enter King Henry and Exeter.

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

Flu. My Liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, look your Grace, has ftrack the glove which your Majefty is take out of the helmet of Alanfon.

Will. My Liege, this was my glove, here is the fellow of it; and he that I gave it to in change, promis'd to wear it in his cap; I promis'd to ftrike him if he did; I met this man with my glove in his cap, and I have been as good as my word.

Flu. Your Majefty hear now, faving your Majefty's manhood, what an arrant, rafcally, peggarly, lowfie knave it is; I hope your Majefty is pear me teftimonies, and witneffes, and avouchments, that this is the glove of Alanfon that your Majefty is give me, in your confcience now.

K. Henry. Give me thy glove, foldier; look, here is the fellow of it: 'twas me indeed thou promised'ft to ftrike, and thou haft given me moft bitter terms.

Flu. An pleafe your Majefty, let his neck anfwer for it, if there is any martial law in the orld.

K. Henry. How canft thou make me fatisfaction?
Will. All offences, my Lord, come from the heart;

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never came any from mine that might offend your Majefty. K. Henry. It was our felf thou didst abuse.

Will. Your Majefty came not like your felf; you appear'd to me but as a common man; witnefs the night, your garments, your lowlinefs; and what your Highness fuffer'd under that shape, I beseech you, take it for your 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. Henry. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns, And give it to this fellow. Keep it, fellow, And wear it for an honour in thy cap,

'Till I do challenge it. Give him the crowns: And, captain, you must needs be friends with him.

Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in his pody; hold, there is twelve pence for you, and I pray you to ferve Got, and keep you out of prawls and prabbles, and quarrels and diffentions, and I warrant you it is the petter for you.

Will, I will none of your mony.

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

SCENE XVI. Enter Herald.

K. Henry. Are the dead number'd ?

Her. Here is the number of the flaughter'd French.
K. Henry. What prifoners of good fort are taken, uncle!
Exe. Charles Duke of Orleans, nephew to the King;
John Duke of Bourbon, and Lord Bouchiqualt:

Of other Lords and Barons, Knights and 'Squires,
Full fifteen hundred, befides common men.

K. Henry. This note doth tell me of ten thousand French
Slain the field; of Princes in this number,
And Nobles bearing banners, there lye dead
One hundred twenty fix; added to thefe,
Of Knights, Efquires, and gallant gentlemen,
Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which,
Five hundred were but yefterday dubb'd Knights;
This lift is copied from Hall.
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So that in thefe ten thousand they have loft,

There are but fixteen hundred mercenaries:

The reft are Princes, Barons, Lords, Knights, 'Squires,
And gentlemen of blood and quality.

The names of thofe their Nobles that lye dead,
Charles Delabreth, high Conftable of France;
Jaques of Chatillon, Admiral of France;

The Mafter of the cross-bows, Lord Rambures;

Great Mafter of France, the brave Sir Guichard Dauphin ;
John Duke of Alanfon, Anthony Duke of Brabant
The brother to the Duke of Burgundy;

And Edward Duke of Bar: Of lufty Earls,
Grandpree and Rouffie, Faulconbridge and Foyes,
Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Leftrale.
Here was a royal fellowship of death!
Where is the number of our English dead?

Exe. Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk,
Sir Richard Ketley, Davy Gam Efquire;
None elfe of name; and of all other men,
But five and twenty.

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

Exe. 'Tis wonderful!

K. Henry. Come, go we in proceffion to the villages And be it death proclaimed through our hoft,

To boaft of this, or take that praise from God,
Which is his only.

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

K. Henry. Yes, captain ; but with this acknowledgment, That God fought for us.

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

Let there be fung Non nobis, and Te Deum :

The dead with charity enclos'd in clay.

And