K. Henry. Who.ferv'it thou under?

Will. Under captain Gower, my Liege.

Flu. Gower is a good captain, and is good knowledge and literature in the wars.

K. Henry. Call him hither to me, foldier.
Will. I will, my Liege.

[Exit. K. Henry. Here, Fluellen, wear thou this favour for me, and stick it in thy cap. When Alanfon and myfelf 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 person; if thou encounter any fuch, apprehend him if thou dost love me.

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

K. Henry. Know'st thou Gower?

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

K. Henry. Pray thee, go seek 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 fhould

Wear it myself. 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 arife of it :
For I do know Fluellen valiant,

And, touch'd with choler, hot as gun-powder;

And quickly he'll return an injury.

Follow; and fee, there be no harm between them.

Come you with us, uncle of Exeter.

[Exeunt SCENE

t SCENE XVI.

Before King HENRY's Pavilion.

Enter Gower and Williams.

Will. Warrant, it is to knight you, captain.

Enter Fluellen.

Flu. God's will and his pleasure.-Captain, I be feech you now come apace to the King; there is more good toward you, peradventure, than is in your knowledge to dream of.

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 him. Flu. 'Sblud, an arrant traitor as any's in the univerfal orld, in France or in England.

Gower. How now, Sir? you. villain!

Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn?

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

Will. I am no traitor..

Flu. That's a lye in thy throat. I charge you in his Majefty's name apprehend him, he's a friend of the Duke of Alanfon's.

Enter Warwick and Gloucester.

War. How now, how now, what's the matter?. Flu. My Lord of Warwick, here is, praised be God for it, a moft contagious treafon come to light, look you, as you fhall defire in a fummer's day. Here is his Majefty.

VOL. IV.

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Enter

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 ftruck the glove, which your Majefty is take out of the helmet of Alanson.

Will. My Liege, this was my glove, here is the fellow of it, and he, that I gave it to in change, pro- . mis'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 Majesty's manhood, what an arrant, rafcally, beggarly, lowsy, knave it is. I hope, your Majefty is pear me testimonies, 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 promifed'st to ftrike, and thou haft given me most bitter terms. Flu. An please 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; never came any from mine, that might offend your Majefty.

K. Henry. It was ourself thou didst abuse.

Will. Your Majefty came not like yourself; you appear'd to me, but as a common man; witness the night, your garments, your lowlinefs; and what your Highness fuffer'd under that shape, I befeech you, take it for your fault and not mine; for had you been as I took you for, I made no offence; therefore, I befeech your Highness, pardon me.

Give me thy glove, look, foldier's glove the king had not here is the fellow of it] It must the fellow. be, give me my glove, for of the

K. Henry.

K. Henty. 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 pelly. Hold there is twelve
pence for you; and I pray you to ferve God, and keep
you out of prawls and prabbles, and quarrels and dif-
fentions, and, I warrant you, it is the better for you.
Will. I will none of your money.

Flu. It is with a good wilk; I can tell you, it will ferve you to mend your fhoes. Come, wherefore fhould you be fo pafhful; your fhoes are not fo good. 'Tis a good filling, I warrant you, or I will change it.

SCENE XVII.

Enter Herald.

K. Henry. Now, Herald, 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?

3

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 in the field; of Princes in this number,
And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
One hundred twenty-fix; added to these,
Of Knights, Efquire, and gallant Gentlemen,
Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which,
Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd Knights;

3 Charles Duke of Orleans, &c.] This lift is copied from Hali

POPE

So that in these ten thousand they have loft,

4

There are but fixteen hundred + mercenaries:
The reft are Princes, Barons, Lords, Knights, 'Squires,
And gentlemen of blood and quality.

The names of those their nobles, that lie dead,
Charles Delabreth, high constable of France :

Jaques Chatilion, 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 Laftrale.
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 else 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 all. When, without ftratagem,
But in plain shock and even play of battle,
Was ever known fo great, and little lofs,
On one part, and on th' other?-Take it, God,
For it is only thine.

Ex. 'Tis wonderful!

K. Henry. Come, go we in proceffion to the village: And be it death proclaimed through our host,

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

4 Mercenaries are in this place common foldiers, or hired foldiers. The gentlemen ferved at their

own charge, in confequence of their tenures.

Flu.