K. Henry. What's he, that wishes fo?
My coufin Westmorland? No, my fair coufin,
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country lofs; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater fhare of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, with not one man more,
By Jove, I am not covetous of gold,
Nor care 1, who doth feed upon my coft,
It yerns me not, if men my garments wear,
Such outward things dwell not in my defires;
But if it be a fin to covet honour,

I am the most offending foul alive.

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No, faith, my Lord, wifh not a man from England:
God's peace! I would not lofe fo great an honour,
As one man more, methinks, would fhare from me,
For the best hopes I have. Don't wish one more;
Rather proclaim it (Weftmorland) through my host,
That he, which hath no ftomach to this fight,
Let him depart: his pafs-port fhall 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 feaft of Crifpian.

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 Crifpian;
He that fhall live this day, and fee old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feaft his neighbours,
And fay, to-morrow is Saint Crifpian;
Then will he ftrip his fleeve, and fhew his scars.
Old men forget, yet fhall not all forget,
But they'll remember, † with advantages,

What feats they did that day. Then fhall our names,

HENRY V Familiar in their mouth as houfhold words, Harry the King, Bedford, and Exeters Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Glofter, Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd. Y This ftory fhall the good man teach his fon, And Crifpin Crifpian fhall ne'er go by, "From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it fhall be remembered, PA We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he, to-day that fheds his blood with me, Shall be my brother; be he ne'er fo vile, vott This gentle his condition.

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And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, org Shall think themfelves accurs'd, they were not here; And hold their manhoods cheap, any speaks, That fought with us upon St. Crifpian's day t.

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Sal. My fov reign Lord, bestow yourself with speed: The French are bravely in their battles fet, And will with all expedience charge on us.

K. Henry. All things are ready, if our minds be fo. Weft. Perish the man, whofe mind is backward cencd now I 193 Ens po -idom mada hik K. Henry. Thou doft not wish more help from England, coufin lol bib aque tu ANC

Weft. God's will, my Liege. Would you and I alone Without more help could fight this royal battle!

• From this day to the ending.] It may be obferved that we are apt to promises to ourselves a

*Gentle his condition,] This

day fhall advance him to the rank of a gentleman, slags bag

This fpeech, like many others of the declamatory kind, is too long. Had it been contracted to about half the number of lines, it might "have gained force, and loft none of the fentiments.

changing ftate of human things
more lafting memory upon St. Crifpian's day.j
admis red
is not
verified the feast of Griffin paf-
fes by without any mention of
Agincourt. Late events oblite-
rate the former the civil wars
have left in this nation fcarcely
any tradition of more ancient
history.

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K. Henry.

K. Henry. Why, now thou haft unwish'd five thou
fand men,
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A Tucket founds. Enter Mountjoy.

Mount. Once more I come to know of thee, King
Harry,

If for thy ranfom thou wilt now compound,
Before thy moft affured over-throw;

For, certainly, thou art fo near the gulf,

Thou needs muft be englutted. Thus, in mercy,
The Conftable defires thee. Thou wilt mind
Thy followers of repentance, that their fouls
May make a peaceful and a fweet retire

From off these fields, where, wretches, their poor bodies
Muft lie and fefter.it viazard 976 dinara set

K. Henry. Who hath fent thee now drw How bike 5 Mount.The Constable of France: A

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K. Henry. I pray thee, bear my former answer back. Bid them atchieve me, and then fell my bones. Good God! why should they mock poor fellows thus? The man, that once did fell the lion's fkin

While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him. And many of our bodies fhall, no doubt, moun : Find native graves; upon the which, I truft, Shall witnefs live in brafs of this day's work. And those that leave their valiant bones in France, Dying like men, tho' buried in your dunghills, to They shall be fam'd; for there the fun shall greet them, And draw their honours reeking up to heav'n,

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Thou hast unwish'd five thouJand men.] By wifhing only thyfelf and me, thou haft wifhed five thousand men away. ShakeSpeare never thinks on fuch trifles as numbers. In the last scene

the French are faid to be full threefcore thoufand, which Exeter declares to be five to one; but, by the King's account, they are twelve to one.

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Leave

Leaving their earthly parts to choak your clime,
The fmell whereof fhall breed a plague in France.
Mark then a bounding valour in our English:
That being dead, like to the bullet's grazing,
Breaks out into a fecond courfe of mischief,
Killing in relapfe of mortality.

Let me fpeak proudly; tell the Conftable,
We are but warriors for the working day :
Our gaynefs, and our guilt, are all be-fmirch'd
With rainy marching in the painful field.
There's not a piece of feather in our hoft,
Good argument,, I hope, we will not fly,
And time hath worn us into flovenry.
But, by the mafs, our hearts are in the trim:
And my poor foldiers tell me, yet ere night
They'll be in frefher robes; or they will pluck,
The gay new coats o'er the French foldiers' heads;
And turn them out of fervice. If they do,
As, if God please, they fhall, my ranfon them
Will foon be levy'd. Herald, fave thy labour,
Come thou no more, for ranfom, gentle herald;
They fhall have none, I swear, but these my joints :

That is, continuing to kill when they are the reliques that death has left behind it.

That the allufion is, as Mr. Theobald thinks, exceedingly beautiful, I am afraid few readers will difcover. The valour of a putrid body, that deilroys by the ftench, is one of the thoughts that do no great honour to the poet. Perhaps from this putrid valour Dryden might borrow the pofthumous empire of Don Sebaftian, who was to reign wherefoever his atoms fhould be fcattered. TIJA

2 Warriors for the working day.] We are foldiers but coarfely dreffed, we have not on our holiday apparel.

Which

Which if they have, as I will leave 'em them
Shall yield them little. Tell the Conftable.
Mount. I fhall King Harry, and fo fare thee well.
Thou never fhall hear herald any more.

[Exit. K. Henry, fear, thou'lt once more come again for Ranfom.

Enter York.

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 thou pleaseft, God, difpofe the day! [Exeunt.

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Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous eftes le gentilhomme de bonne qualité.

Pift. Quality, calmy, culture me, art thou a gen tleman? what is thy name? difcufs.

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Fr, Sol. O Seigneur Dieu!

Pit. Q, Signieur Dewe fhould be a gentleman. Perpend my words, O Signieur Dewe, and mark; O Signieur Dewe, thou dieft on point of fox,

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4 Thou die on point of fox.] Point of fox is an expreffion which, if the editors understood

3 Quality, CALMY, CUSTURE me, art thou a gent man?] We fhould read this nonfenfe thus, Quality,CALITY-CONSTRUE it, they should have explained, I fuppofe we may better read,

me, arc thou a gentl man?

i. e. tell me, let me understand whether thou be'it a gentleman. WARBURTON.