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K. Henxy. What's he, that wishes so ?
My cousin Westmorland ? No, my fair cousin,
If we are mark'd to die, 'we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour,
God's will ! I pray thee, wish not one man more,
* By Jove, I am not covetous of gold,
Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost,
It yerns me not, if men my garments wear,
Such outward things dwell not in my desires;
But if it be a fin to covet honour,
I am the most offending foul alive.
No, faith, my Lord, wilh not a man from England :
God's peace ! I would not lose so great an honour,
As one man more, methinks, would share from me,
For the best hopes I have. 'Don't wish one more ;
Rather proclaim it (Westmorland) through my hoit,
That he, which hath no stomach to this fight;
Let him depart : his pass-port shall be made,
And crowns for convoy puc into his purse :
We would not die in that inan's company,
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that out-lives this day, and comes fafe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouze him at the name of Crispian;
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say, to-morrow is Saint Crispian;
Then will he strip his sleeve, and shew his scars.
Old men forget ; yet shall not all forget,
But they'll remember, t with advantages,
What feats they did that day. Then shall our names,

By Jove ) The king prays ber their feats of this day, and like a chriftian, and swears like a remember to tell them with adheathene

vantage. Age is commonly boat. + With advantages.] Old men, ful, and inclined to magnify palt notwithstanding the natural for acts and past times. getfulness of age, shall rememVOL. IV.

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Familiar in their mouth as houshold words, all
Harry the King, Bedford, and Exetergens
Warwick and Talbos, Salisbury and Gloftero i stil
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'de lot
This story shall the good man teach his son,
And Crispin Crispian (hall ne'er go by,
" From this day to the ending 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 fo vile, de soi +
This day shall * gentle his condition,
And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, you
Shall think themselves accurs’d, they were not here ;
And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks,
That fought with us upon

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Enter Salisbury. sul & star y
- Sel. My fov?reign Lord, bestow yourself with speed:
The French are ' bravely in their bareles set,r
And will with all expedience charge on us.

K. Henry. All things are ready, if our minds be so.
Weft. Perith the man, whofe mind is backward

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K. Henry! Thou doft not wish more help from Eng-

land, cousin }}:1635.13*!: Weft. God's will, my Liege. Would you and I alone Without more help could fight this royal battle!

o From this day to the ending. ) ** Genile his condition.) This It may be observed that we are day shall advance him to the rank apt to promise to ourselves a of a gentleman. 91.1?: :,71 more lasting memory than the ait Upon St. Crifpian's dzy.] changing state of human things This speech, like many others of verified; the feat of Criffin pal-! Had it been contracted to about ses by without any mention of half the number of lines, it might

Agincourt, Late events oblite "have gained force, and loft none rate the former : the civil wars of the sentiments. have left in this nation scarcely ? Bravely is splendidly, fline any tradition of more ancient faticusly, history.

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K. Henry. Why, now thou hast unwith'd five thouWhich like's me better than to wish us one. -You know your places. God be with you all!

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A Tucket sounds. Enter Mountjoy. *** Mount. Once more I come to know of thee, King Harry,

le If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, Before thy most assured over-throw; For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf, Thou needs must be englutted. Thus, in mercy, The Constable desires thee. Thou wilt mind Thy followers of repentance, that their fouls May make a peaceful and a sweet retire : From off these fields, where wretches, their poor bodies Must lie and fester.si ve 1976 1993

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Mount. The Constable of France. H A 12. K. Henry. I pray thee; bear my former answer back. Bid them atchieve me, and then fell my bones. Good God! why should they mack poor fellows thus? The man, that once did fell the lion's skin While the beast liv'd; was kill?d with hunting him. And many of our bodies shall, no doubt, thout Find native graves ; upon the which, I trust, Shall witness live in brass of this day's work And those that leave their valiant bones in France, Dying like men, tho' buried in your dunghills, They shall be fam'd; for there the sun shall

greet them, And draw their honours reeking up to heav'n, 35 Thou haft unwiß'd five tbou- the French are said to be full

Jani men.] By wishing only threescore thousand, which Exeter thyself and me, thou hast withed declares to be five to one ; but, five thousand men away. Shake- by the King's account, they are Speare never thinks on such trifles,' twelve to one. as numbers. In the last scene

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Leaving their earthly parts to choak your clime,
The smell whereof Thall breed a plague in France.
• Mark i hen a bounding valour in our English :
That being dead, like to the bullet's grazing,
Breaks out into a second course of mischief,

Killing in relapse of mortality.
Let me speak proudly ; tell the Constable,
We are but a warriots for the working day :
Our gayness, and our guilt, are all be-Imirch'd
With rainy marching in the painful field.
There's not a piece of feather in our host,
Good argument, I hope, we will not fly,
And time hath worn us into Novenry.
But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trimi :
And my poor soldiers tell me, yer ere night
They'll be in fresher robes; or they will pluck,
The gay new coats o'er the French foldiers' heads;
And turn them out of service. If they do,
As, if God please, they shall, my ranfon them
Will soon be levy'da Herald, save thy labour,
Come thou no more, for ransom, gentle herald ;
They shall have none, I swear, but chese my joints :
Mark then abounding Va. That is, continuing to kill when

lour in our English.] Thus they are the reliques that deatb the Old Folio's. The Quarto's, has left behind it. more erroneously still,

That the allusion is, as Mr. Mark then aboundant

Theobald thinks, exceedingly beauMr. Poje degraded the Passage tiful, I am afraid few readers will in both his Editions, because, I, discover. The valour of a pupresume, he did not under fand trid body, that destroys by the

I have reformed the Text, stench, is one of the thoughts and the Allusion is exceedingly that do no great honour to the beautiful comparing the Revi- poat. Perhaps from this putrid val of the English Valour to the valour Dryden might borrow i he retounding of a Cannon-ball. posthumous empire of Don

THEOBALD. Sebastian, who was to reign Killing in 'relapse of moria. wheresoever his atoms should be

kity:] What it is to kill in scattered. relapse of mortality, I do not 2 Warriors for the working know. I suspect that it fhould day.] We are soldiers but be read,

: ; coarfely drefled; we have not on Killing in reliques of mortality. our holiday apparel. .

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'Which if they have as I will leave 'em theh Shall yield them little. Tell the Constable:

Mount. I shall King Harry; and fo fare thee well. Thou never shall hear herald any more. [Exit. K. Henry. I fear, thou'lt once more come again for

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York. My Lord, moft humbly on my knee I beg The leading of the vaward. K. Henry. Take it brave York; now, foldiers, march

away. And how thau pleafest, God, dispose the day! (Exeunt.

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Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentil

homme de bonne qualité. Pift. Quality, calmy, culture me, art thou a geno tleman? 3 what is thy name ? discuss.

Fr, Sol. O Seigneur Dieu !

Pil. O, Signieur Dewe should be a gentleman. Perpend my words, O Signieur Dewe, and mark; O Signieur Dewe, + thou dieft on point of fox,

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Qualily,CALITY-CONSTRUE it, they should have explained, me, arc thou a gentl-man? I suppose we may better read, i. e. tell me, let me understand whether thou be't a gentleman. On point of faulchion. WARBURTON. G g 3

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