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Gow. I think) Alexander the Great was born in Macedon, his Father was called Philip of Macedon, as I take it.

Flu. I think it is in Macedon, where Alexander is porn: I tell you Captain, if you look in the Maps of the Orld, I warrant that you fall find in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the Situations, look you, is both alike. There is a River in Macedon, there is also moreover a River at Monmouth, it is call'd Wye at Monmouth ; but it is out of my prains, what is the name of the other River, but 'tis all one, 'tis as like as my Fingers to my Fingers, and there is Salmons in both. If you mark Alexander's Life well, Harry of Monmouth's Life is come after it indifferent well, for there is Figures in all things. Alexander, God knows, and you know, in his rages, and his furies, and his wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and his displeasures, and his indignations, and alfo being a little intoxicates in his prains, did in his Ales and his Angers, look you, kill his best Friend Clytus.

Gow. Our King is not like him in that, he never kill'd any of his Friends.

Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take the Tales out of my Mouth, e'er it is made and finished. I speak but in the Figures, and Comparifons of it; as Alexander kill'd his Friend Clytus, being in his Ales and his Cups; fo alfo Harry Monmouth beng in his right wits, and his good judgments, turn'd away the fat Knight with the great belly Doublet: he was full of jeft, and gypes, and knaveries, and mocks, I have forgot his name.

Gow. Sir John Falstaff.

Flu. That is he: I'll tell you, there is good Men porn at Monmouth.

Gow. Here comes his Majefty,

Alarum. Enter King Harry and Bourbon with Prifoners, Lords and Attendants. Flourish.

K. Henry. I was not angry fince I came to France, Until this inftant. Take a Trumpet, Herald,

Ride thou unto the Horfemen on yond Hill:
If they will fight with us, bid them come down,
Or void the Field; they do offend our fight.
If they'll do neither, we will come to them,
And make them sker away, as fwift as stones
Enforced from the old Affyrian Slings:
Befides we'll cut the Throats of those we have,
And not a Man of them that we shall take,
Shall tafte our Mercy. Go and tell them fo.
Enter Mountjoy.

Exe. Here comes the Herald of the French, my Liege. Glo. His Eyes are humbler than they us'd to be.

K. Henry. How now, what means their Herald? Know'ft

thou not,

That I have fin'd thefe Bones of mine for Ransom
Com'st thou again for Ranfom?

Mount. No, great King:

I come to thee for charitable License,

That we may wander o'er this bloody Field,
To book our dead, and then to bury them:
To fort our Nobles from our common Men;
For many of cur Princes, woe the while,
Lye drown'd and foak'd in mercenary Blood:
So do our vulgar drench their peafant Limbs
In blood of Princes, and with wounded Steeds
Fret fet-lock 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 fafety, and difpofe
Of their dead Bodies.

K. Henry. I tell thee truly, Herald,

I know not whether the day be ours or no,
Horsemen peer,

For yet a many of your Horsemen

And gallop o'er the Field.

Mount. The day is yours.

K. Henry. Praifed be God, and not our strength for it What is this Caftle call'd, that ftands hard by?

Mount. They call it Agincourt.

K. Henry. Then call we this the Field of Agincourt, Fought on the day of Crifpin Crifpianus.

Flu

Flu. Your Grandfather of famous Memory, an't please your Majefty, and your great Unkle Edward the Plack Prince of Wales, as I have read in the Chronicles, fought most prave pattle here in France.

K. Henry. They did, Fluellen.

Flu. Your Majefty fays very true: If your Majefties is remembred of it, the Welchmen did good service in a Garden where Leeks did grow, wearing Leeks in their Monmouth Caps, which your Majefty know to this hour is an honourable Padge of the fervice; and I do believe your Majefty takes no scorn to wear the Leek upon St. Tavie's day.

K. Henry. I wear it for a memorable Honour:

For I am Welch, you know, good Countryman.

Flu. All the Water in Wye cannot wash your Majefties Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that: God plefs, and preferve it, as long as it pleafes his Grace, and his Majefty roo.

K. Henry. Thanks, good my Countryman.

Flu. By Jefhu, I am your Majefties Countryman, I care not who know it: I will confefs it to all the Ŏrld, I need not to be ashamed of your Majefty, praifed be God, fo long as your Majefty is an honeft Man.

K. Henry. God keep me fo.

Enter William.

Our Heralds go with him,

Bring me juft notice of the numbers dead
On both our Parts. Call yonder Fellow hither.
Exe. Soldier, you must come to the King.

K. Henry. Soldier, why wear'ft thou that Glove in thy Cap? Will. And't pleafe your Majesty, 'tis the Gage of one that I fhould fight withal, if he be alive.

K. Henry. An Englishman?

Will. An't pleafe your Majefty, a Rafcal that fwagger'd with me last night; who if alive, and ever dare to challenge this Glove, I have fworn to take him a box o'th'ear; or if I can fee my Glove in his Cap, which he fwore as he was a Soldier he would wear, (if alive) will ftrike it out foundly.

K. Henry. What think you, Captain Fluellen, is it fit this Soldier keep his Oath?..

Fla.

Fla. He is a Craven and a Villain elfe, and't please your Majefty, in my Confcience.

K. Henry. It may be, his Enemy is a Gentleman of great Sort, quite from the answer of his Degree.

Flu. Though he be as good a Jentleman as the Devil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is neceffary, look your Grace, that he keep his Vow and his Oath: If he be per jur'd, fee you now, his Reputation is as arrant a Villain and a Jack fawce, as ever his black fhoo trod upon God's Ground, and his Earth, in my Confcience, Law.

K. Henry. Then keep thy Vow, Sirrah, when thou meet'st the Fellow.

Will. So I will, my Liege, as I live.
K. Henry. Who ferv'ft thou under?
Will. Under Captain Gower, my Liege.

Flu. Gower is a good Captain, and is good knowledge and literatured in the Wars.

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

[Exit.

K. Henry. Here Fluellen, wear thou this Favour for me, and ftick it in thy Cap; when Alanfon and my self were down together, I pluck'd this Glove from his Helm; if any Man challenge this, he is a Friend to Alanfon, and an Ene my to our Perfons; if thou encounter any fuch, apprehend him, and thou do'ft me love.

Flu, Your Grace does me as great Honours, as can be defir'd in the Hearts of his Subjects: 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, and 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 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 clofely 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 Soldier's; I by bargain should

Wear it my felf. Follow, good Coufin Warwick:
If that the Soldier ftrike him, as I judge

By

By this 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 Gunpowder,
And quickly will return an Injury.

Follow, and fee there be not harm between them.
Go you with me, Uncle of Exeter.

Enter Gower and Williams.

Will. I warrant it is to Knight you, Captain.
Enter Fluellen.

[Exeunt

Flu. God's Will, and his Pleasure, Captain, I beseech 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. 'Sbud, an arrant Traitor as any's in the Univerfal

World, or in France, or in England.

Gower. How now, Sir? you Villain.
Will. Do you think I'll be forfworn?

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 Lie in thý Throat. I charge you in his Majefty's Name apprehend him, he's a Friend of the Duke Alanfon's.

Enter Warwick and Gloucefter.

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

Flu. My Lord of Warwick, here is, praifed be God for it, a moft contagious Treafon come to light, look you, as you fhall defire in a Summer's Day. Here is his Majefty. 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, ha's 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, promis'd to wear it in his Cap; I promis'd to ftrike him, if he did; I met this

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