Exe. In which array, brave Soldier, doth he lye
Larding the Plain; and by his bloody fide,
(Yoak-fellow to his Honour owing wounds)
The Noble Earl of Suffolk alfo lyes.

Suffolk firft dyed, and York all bagled over
Comes to him, where in gore he lay infteeped,
And takes him by the Beard, kiffes the gashes,
That bloodily did yawn upon his Face,
He cries aloud: Tarry, my Coufin Suffolk,
My Soul hall thine keep company to Heaven:
Tarry, fweet Soul, for mine, then fly a-breast:
As in this glorious and well-foughten Field.
We kept together in our Chevalry.

Upon thefe words I came, and cheer'd him up;
He fmil'd me in the Face, raught me his Hand,
And with a feeble gripe, fays, Dear my Lord,
Commend my Service to my Soveraign;
So did he turn, and over Suffolk's Neck
He threw his wounded Arm, and kift his Lips,
And fo efpous'd to Death, with Blood he feal'd
A Teftament of Noble-ending Love:

The pretty

and sweet manner of it forc'd

Thofe waters from me, which I would have ftop'd,
But I had not fo much of Man in me,

And all my Mother came into mine Eyes,
And gave me up to Tears.

K. Henry. I blame you not,

For hearing this I must perforce compound
With mixtful Eyes, or they will iffue too.
But heark, what new Alarum is this fame?
The French have re-inforc'd their scatter'd Men:
Then every. Soldier kill his P'rifoners.

Give the word through.

[Alarm,

[Exeunt.

ACT

ACT IV.

SCENE I.

Enter Fluellen and Gower.

Flu. K Ill the poyes and the luggage, 'tis exprefly a gainst the Law of Arms, tis as arrant a piece of Knavery, mark you now, as can be offer'd in your Confcience now, is it not?

Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a Boy left alive, and the Cowardly Rafcals that ran away from the Battel ha done this Slaughter; befides, they have burned and carried away all that was in the King's Tent, wherefore the King most worthily hath caus'd every Soldier to cut his Prifoner's Throat. O'tis a gallant King.

Flu. I, he was porn at Monmouth, Captain Gower; what call you the Town's Name, where Alexander the pig was

born?

Gow. Alexander the Great.

Flu. Why I pray you, is not pig, great? The pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the magnanimous are all one reckonings, fave the Phrafe is a little variations.

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: tell you Captain, if you look in the Maps of the Orld, i warrant that you fall find in the comparifons between Mar cedon and Monmouth, that the Situations, look you, is both alike, There is a River in Macedon, there is alfo 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 youknow, in his rages, and his furies, and his

wraths,

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.

Fla. It is not well done, mark you now, to take the Tales out of my Mouth, ere it is made and finished. I speak but in the Figures, and Comparisons of it; as Alexander kill'd his Friend Clytus, being in his Ales and his Cups; fo alfo Harry Monmouth being 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 Prisoners
Lords and Attendants, Flourish.

K. Henry. I was not angry fince I came to France,
Until this inftant. Take a Trunipet, 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 taste 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 Ranfom?

Com'st thou again for Ransom?

Mount. No, great King:

I come to thee for charitable License,

That

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 our 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.

For

K. Henry. I tell thee truly, Herald,

I know not if the day be ours or no,
yet a many of your Horsemen peer,
And gallop o'er the Field.

Mount. The day is yours:

K.Henry. Praifed be God, and not our ftrength for it: What is this Caftle call'd, that stands 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. Your Grand 'ather of famous Memory, an't pleafe your Majefty, and your great Uncle Edward the Plack Prince of Wales, as I have read in the Chronicles, fought a 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 fervice 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 fcorn 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 wafh 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 too.

K. Henry. Thanks, good my Countryman.

Fle

Flu By Jefhu,. I am your Majefties Countryman, I care not who know it: I will confefs it to all the Orld, Ineed not to be ashamed of your Majefty, praised 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 Majefty, '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 laft 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) I will strike it out foundly.

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

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

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 perjur'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'ft the Fellow.

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

K Henry. Who ferv't 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.