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will. I will, my Liege.

[Exit. K. Henry. Here Fluellen, wear thou this Favour for me, and stick it in thy Cap; when Alanson and my

self were down together, I pluck'd this Glove from his Helm ; if any Man challenge this, he is a Friend to Alanjon, and an Enemy to our Persons ; if-thou encounter any such, apa prehend him, and thou do'st me love.

Flu. Your Gráce does me as great Honours, as can be defir'd in the Hearts of his Subjects : I would fain see the Man, that has but two Legs, that hall find himself agriev'd at this Glove; that is all; but I would fain see 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 seek him, and bring him to my Tent.
Flu. I will fetch him.

K. Henry: My Lord of Warwick, and my Brother Glofter,
Follow Fluellen closely at the Heels, :
The Glove which I have given híın for a Favour
May haply purchase bim a Box o'th' Ear.
It is the soldier's; 1 by bargain fhould
Wear it my felf. Follow, good Cousin Warwick:
If that the Soldier strike him as I judge
By this blunt bearing, he will keep his Word;
Some sudden mischief 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 see there be not harm between them.
you with me, Uncle of Exeter."

Exeunt, Enter Gower and williams. Will. I warrant it is to Knight you, Captain.

Enteri Fluellen. 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 Glové 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,


Wil. Do you think I'll be forsworn?

Flu. Stand away, Captain Gower, I will give Treason 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 Majesty's Name apprehend him, he's a Friend of the Duke Alanson'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 most contagious Treason come to light, look you, as you shall desire in a Summer's Day. Here is his Majesty.

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 struck the Glove which your

Ma. jesty is take out of the Helmet of Alanfon. 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 strike 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 Majesty hear now, saving your Majesty's Manhood, what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lowlie Knave it is; 1 hope your Majesty is pear me Testimony and Witness, and will avouchment, that this is the Glove of A lonson, that your Majesty, is give me, in your Conscience

K. Henry. Give me thy Glove, Soldier;
Look, here is the fellow of it:
Twas I indeed thou promisedit to strike, ,
And thou hast given me most bitter terms.

Flu. And please your Majesty, let his Neck answer for it, if there is any Marshal Law in the World.

K.Henry. How canst thou make me Satisfaction?

Will. all Offences, my Lord, come from the Heart; new ver came any from mine, that might offend your Majesty.

K. Henry?


X. Henry. It was our self thou did it abuse. Wil. Your Majesty came not like your felf; yoll appear'd to me but as a common Man; witness the Night, your Garments, your Lowliness; 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 Highacss 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 mertle enough in his Body; hold, there is twelve-pence for you, and I pray you to serve God, and keep you out of prawls and prabbles, zod 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 serve you to mend your Shooes; come, wherefore should you be fo pashful your Shooes is not so goody '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 slaughter'd French. K. Henry. What Prisoners 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, besides common Meo.

K. Henry. This Note doth tell me of ten thousand French That in the Field lye slain; of Princes in this number, And Nobles bearing Banners, there lye dead One hundred twenty fix; added to these, Of Knights, Esquires, and gallant Gentlenien, Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which, Five hundred were but yesterday dubb’d Knights; So that in these ten thousand they have lost, There are but sixteen hundred Mercenaries:


The rest are Prínces, Bifonis, Lords, Knights; Squires,
And Gentlemen of Blood and Quality:
The Names of thöre their Nobles that lye dead:
Charles Délabreth; High Constable' of Francë,"
Faques of Chatilion, Admiral of France,
The Master of the Cross-Bows, Lörd 'Rambures,
Great Master of France, the brave Sir Guichard Dauphin
Fohn Duke of Alenfon, Anthonio Duke of Brabant,
The Brother to the Duke of Biligundy,
And Edward Duke of Bari: of lufty Earls,
Grandpree and Rouffie Faulconbridge and Foyes,
Beaumont and Marle, Vaútlimont and Lefirale.
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 Esquire;
None else of Name; and of all other Mea,
But five and twenty.
O God, thy Arm was here:
And not to us, but to thy Arm alone,
Astribe we all. When, without stratagem,
But in plain flock, and even play of Battél,
Was ever known so great arid little 'Loss?
On one part and on th’orher, take it, God,
For it is none's but thine:
Exc. 'Tis wonderful.

K.Henry. Come, go wè in Procession to the Village :
And be it death proclaimed through our Hoft,
To boast of this, or take that Praise from God,
which is his only.

Flu. Is it not lawful; and please your Majesty, to tell how many is kill'd?

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

Flu. Yes, my Conscience, he did ús great Good.

K. Henry. Do we all holy Rights; Let there be furg Non nobis, and Te Deum. The dead with charity encloe'd in Clay: And then to Calais, and to England then, Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy Men. (Exeunit.




Enter Chorus.
Touch safe to those that have not read the Story,

That I may prompt them; and of such as have,
I humbly pray them to admit th’excuse
Of Time, of Numbers

, and due course 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 shouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouth'd Sea,
Which like a mighty Whiffler 'fore the King
Seems to prepare his way;. So let him land,
And folemnly see him set on to London,
So swift a pace hath Thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Black-Heath:
Where that his Lords delire him, to have born
His bruised Helmet, and his bended Sword
Before him, through the City; he forbids it ;
Being free from Vainness, and self glorious Pride:
Giving full Trophy, Signal, and Ortent,
Quite from himself, to God. But now behold,
In the quick Forge and working-house of Thought,
How London doth pour out her Citizens,
The Mayor, and all his Brethren in beit fort
Like to the Senators of th’antique Rome,
With the Plebeians swarming 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 Empress,
As in good time he may, from Ireland coming,
Bringing Rebellion broached on his Sword;
How many would the peaceful City guit,
To welcome him? much more, and much more cause,
Did they this Harry. Now in London place bim.


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