[Exit.

Will. I will, my Liege. K Henry. Here Fluellen, wear thou this Favour for me, and ftick it in thy Cap; when Alanfon and my felf were down together, I pluck'd this Glove from his Helm, if any Man challenge this, he is a Friend to Alanfor, and an Enemy 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 Gio'fter, 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 fhould

Wear it my felf. Follow, good Coufin Warwick: +
If that the Soldier ftrike him as 1 judge
By this blunt bearing, he will keep his Word;
Some fudden mifchief may arise 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, 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 thy Throat. I charge you in his Majefty's Name apprehend him, he's a Friend of the Duke Alanson's.

Enter Warwick and Gloucefter.

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 shall 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 Man with my Glove in his Cap, and I have been as good as my Word.

Flu. Your Majefty hear now, faving your Majefty's Manhood, what an arrant, rafcally, beggarly, lowfie Knave it is; I hope your Majefty is pear me Teftimony and Witness, and will avouchment, that this is the Glove of A◄ lonfon, that your Majefty is give me, in your Confcience

now.

K. Henry. Give me thy Glove, Soldier; Look, here is the fellow of it:

'Twas I indeed thou promisedit to strike,, And thou haft given me most bitter terms.

Flu. And pleafe your Majefty, let his Neck anfwer for it, if there is any Marshal Law in the World.

K.Henry. How canft thou make me Satisfaction? Will. All Offences, my Lord, come from the Heart; ne2 ver came any from mine, that might offend your Majefty.

K. Henry

K.Henry. It was our felf thou didst abuse. Will. Your Majefty came not like your felf; you ap pear'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 beseech you take it for your Fault, and not mine; for had you been as I took you for, I made no offence; therefore I beseech your Highness pardon me.

K. Henry. 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 Body; 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 diffentions, and I warrant you it is the better for you.

Will. I will none of your Mony.

Flu. It is with a good Will; I can tell you it will ferve you to mend your Shooes; come, wherefore fhould you be fo pafhful; your Shooes is not fo good, 'tis a good Silling I warrant you, or I will change it.

Enter Herald.

K. Henry. Now Herald, are the dead numbred ?
Her. Here is the number of the flaughter'd French.
K. Henry. What Prifoners of good fort are taken, Uncle?
Exe. Charles Duke of Orleans, Nephew to the King;
John Duke of Bourbon, and Lord Bouchiquald:

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
That in the Field lye flain; of Princes in this number,
And Nobles bearing Banners, there lye dead
One hundred twenty fix; added to these,
Of Knights, Efquires, and gallant Gentlemen,
Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which,
Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd Knights;
So that in these ten thousand they have loft,
There are but fixteen hundred Mercenaries:

The

The reft are Princes, Barons, Lords, Knights, Squires,
And Gentlemen of Blood and Quality

The Names of those their Nobles that lye dead?'
Charles Delabreth, High Conftable of France,
Faques of Chatilion, Admiral of France,

The Master of the Cross-Bows, Lord Rambures,
Great Master of France, the brave Sir Guichard Dauphin,
John Duke of Alenfon, Anthonio Duke of Brabant,
The Brother to the Duke of Burgundy,
And Edward Duke of Barr: Of lufty Earls,
Grandpree and Rouffie, Faulconbridge and Foyes,
Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Leftrale.
Here was a Royal Fellowship of Death.
Where is the Number of our English dead?
Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk,
Sir Richard Ketley, Davy Gam Efquire;
None elfe of Name; and of all other Men,
But five and twenty.

O God, thy Arm was here:

And not to us, but to thy Arm alone,
Afcribe we all. When, without ftratagem,
But in plain fhock, and even play of Battél,
Was ever known fo great and little 'Lofs?
On one part and on th' other, take it, God,
For it is none's but thine.

Exc. 'Tis wonderful.

K. Henry. Come, go we in Proceffion to the Village: And be it death proclaimed through our Hoft,

To boast of this, or take that Praife from God,

Which is his only.

Flu. Is it not lawful, and pleafe your Majefty, to tell how many is kill'd?

K. Henry. Yes, Captain; but with this acknowledgment, That God fought for us.

Flu. Yes, my Confcience, he did us great Good.
K. Henry. Do we all holy Rights;

Let there be fung Non nobis, and Te Deum.

The dead with charity enclos'd in Clay':
And then to Calais, and to England then,

Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy Men. [Exeunt.

ACT

ACT V. SCENE I.

Enter Chorus.

Ouchfafe to thofe that have not read the Story,
That I may prompt them; and of fuch as have,
I humbly pray them to admit th' excufe

Of Time, of Numbers, and due courfe of things,
Which cannot in their huge and proper Life

But here presented. Now we bear the King
Toward Calais: Grant him there, and there being feen,
Heave him away upon your winged Thoughts,
Athwart the Sea: Behold the English beach

Pales in the Flood, with Men, with Wives, and Boys,
Whose fhouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouth'd Sea,
Which like a mighty Whifffer 'fore the King
Seems to prepare his way;. So let him land,
And folemnly fee him fet on to London
So fwift a pace hath Thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Black-Heath:
Where that his Lords defire him, to have born
His bruifed Helmet, and his bended Sword
Before him, through the City; he forbids it;
Being free from Vainnefs, and felf glorious Pride:
Giving full Trophy, Signal, and Oftent,

Quite from himself, to God. But now behold,
In the quick Forge and working-houfe of Thought,
How London doth pour out her Citizens,
The Mayor, and all his Brethren in beft fort
Like to the Senators of th'antique Rome,
With the Plebeians fwarming at their Heels,
Go forth and fetch their conqu'ring Cafar in:
As by a lower, but loving likelihood,

Were now the General of our gracious Emprefs,
As in good time he may, from Ireland coming,
Bringing Rebellion broached on his Sword;
How many would the peaceful City quit,

To welcome him? much more, and much more caufe,
Did they this Harry. Now in London place him.

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