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Kin. Tho it appeare a litle out of fashion,40
Yet theres much care in this.
Yet theres much care in this.
Enter three Souldiers.
1. Soul. Is not that the morning yonder?
2. Soul. I we see the beginning,
God knowes whether we shall see the end or no.
God knowes whether we shall see the end or no.
3. Soul. Well I thinke the king could wish himselfe45
Vp to the necke in the middle of the Thames,
And so I would he were, at all aduentures, and I with him.
Vp to the necke in the middle of the Thames,
And so I would he were, at all aduentures, and I with him.
Kin. Now masters god morrow, what cheare?[5520]
3. S. Ifaith small cheer some of vs is like to haue,
Ere this day ende.[5521]50
Ere this day ende.[5521]50
Kin. Why fear nothing man, the king is frolike.
2. S. I he may be, for he hath no cause as we.[5522]
Kin. Nay say not so, he is a man as we are.
The Violet smels to him as to vs:[5523]
Therefore if he see reasons, he feares as we do.55
The Violet smels to him as to vs:[5523]
Therefore if he see reasons, he feares as we do.55
2. Sol. But the king hath a heauy reckoning to make,
If his cause be not good: when all those soules
Whose bodies shall be slaughtered here,
Shall ioyne together at the latter day,
And say I dyed at such a place. Some swearing:60
Some their wiues rawly left:
Some leauing their children poore behind them.
Now if his cause be bad, I think it will be a greeuous matter to him.
If his cause be not good: when all those soules
Whose bodies shall be slaughtered here,
Shall ioyne together at the latter day,
And say I dyed at such a place. Some swearing:60
Some their wiues rawly left:
Some leauing their children poore behind them.
Now if his cause be bad, I think it will be a greeuous matter to him.
King. Why so you may say, if a man send his seruant
As Factor into another Countrey,65
And he by any meanes miscarry,
You may say the businesse of the maister,
Was the author of his seruants misfortune.
Or if a sonne be imployd by his father,
And he fall into any leaud action, you may say the father70
Was the author of his sonnes damnation.
But the master is not to answere for his seruants,
The father for his sonne, nor the king for his subiects:
For they purpose not their deaths, whē they craue their seruices:
Some there are that haue the gift of premeditated75
Murder on them:
Others the broken scale of Forgery, in beguiling maydens.
Now if these outstrip the lawe,
Yet they cannot escape Gods punishment.
War is Gods Beadel. War is Gods vengeance:80
Euery mans seruice is the kings:
But euery mans soule is his owne.
Therfore I would haue euery souldier examine himselfe,
And wash euery moath out of his conscience:
That in so doing, he may be the readier for death:85
Or not dying, why the time was well spent,
Wherein such preparation was made.
As Factor into another Countrey,65
And he by any meanes miscarry,
You may say the businesse of the maister,
Was the author of his seruants misfortune.
Or if a sonne be imployd by his father,
And he fall into any leaud action, you may say the father70
Was the author of his sonnes damnation.
But the master is not to answere for his seruants,
The father for his sonne, nor the king for his subiects:
For they purpose not their deaths, whē they craue their seruices:
Some there are that haue the gift of premeditated75
Murder on them:
Others the broken scale of Forgery, in beguiling maydens.
Now if these outstrip the lawe,
Yet they cannot escape Gods punishment.
War is Gods Beadel. War is Gods vengeance:80
Euery mans seruice is the kings:
But euery mans soule is his owne.
Therfore I would haue euery souldier examine himselfe,
And wash euery moath out of his conscience:
That in so doing, he may be the readier for death:85
Or not dying, why the time was well spent,
Wherein such preparation was made.
3. Lord. Yfaith he saies true:[5524]
Euery mans fault on his owne head,[5525]
I would not haue the king answere for me.90
Yet I intend to fight lustily for him.
Euery mans fault on his owne head,[5525]
I would not haue the king answere for me.90
Yet I intend to fight lustily for him.
King. Well, I heard the king, he wold not be ransomde.[5526]
2. L. I he said so, to make vs fight:[5527]
But when our throates be cut, he may be ransomde,
And we neuer the wiser.95
But when our throates be cut, he may be ransomde,
And we neuer the wiser.95
King. If I liue to see that, Ile neuer trust his word againe.
2. Sol. Mas youle pay him then, tis a great displeasure
That an elder gun, can do against a cannon,
Or a subiect against a monarke.
Youle nere take his word again, your a nasse goe.[5528]100
That an elder gun, can do against a cannon,
Or a subiect against a monarke.
Youle nere take his word again, your a nasse goe.[5528]100
King. Your reproofe is somewhat too bitter:
Were it not at this time I could be angry.
Were it not at this time I could be angry.
King. How shall I know thee?
2. Sol. Here is my gloue, which if euer I see in thy hat,[5529]105
Ile challenge thee, and strike thee.
Ile challenge thee, and strike thee.
Kin. Here is likewise another of mine,
And assure thee ile weare it.[5530]
And assure thee ile weare it.[5530]
2. Sol. Thou dar'st as well be hangd.
3. Sol. Be friends you fooles,110
We haue French quarrels anow in hand:[5531]
We haue no need of English broyles.
We haue French quarrels anow in hand:[5531]
We haue no need of English broyles.
Kin. Tis no treason to cut French crownes,
For to morrow the king himselfe wil be a clipper.
For to morrow the king himselfe wil be a clipper.
Exit the souldiers.
[Sc. XIII.]
Enter the King, Gloster, Epingam, and Attendants.[5532]
K. O God of battels steele my souldiers harts,
Take from them now the sence of rekconing,
That the apposed multitudes which stand before them,
May not appall their courage.
O not to day, not to day ô God,5
Thinke on the fault my father made,
In compassing the crowne.
I Richards bodie haue interred new,
And on it hath bestowd more contrite teares,
Then from it issued forced drops of blood:10
A hundred men haue I in yearly pay,
Which euery day their withered hands hold vp
To heauen to pardon blood,
And I haue built two chanceries, more wil I do:
Tho all that I can do, is all too litle.15
Take from them now the sence of rekconing,
That the apposed multitudes which stand before them,
May not appall their courage.
O not to day, not to day ô God,5
Thinke on the fault my father made,
In compassing the crowne.
I Richards bodie haue interred new,
And on it hath bestowd more contrite teares,
Then from it issued forced drops of blood:10
A hundred men haue I in yearly pay,
Which euery day their withered hands hold vp
To heauen to pardon blood,
And I haue built two chanceries, more wil I do:
Tho all that I can do, is all too litle.15
Enter Gloster.
Glost. My Lord.
King. My brother Glosters voyce.
Glost. My Lord, the Army stayes vpon your presence.
King. Stay Gloster stay, and I will go with thee,
The day my friends, and all things stayes for me.20
The day my friends, and all things stayes for me.20
[Sc. XIV.]
Enter Clarence, Gloster, Exeter, and Salisburie.
War. My Lords the French are very strong.
Exe. There is fiue to one, and yet they all are fresh.[5533]
War. Of fighting men they haue full fortie thousand.
Sal. The oddes is all too great. Farwell kind Lords:
Braue Clarence, and my Lord of Gloster,5
My Lord of Warwicke, and to all farewell.
Braue Clarence, and my Lord of Gloster,5
My Lord of Warwicke, and to all farewell.
Clar. Farewell kind Lord, fight valiantly to day,
And yet in truth, I do thee wrong,
For thou art made on the rrue sparkes of honour.[5534]
And yet in truth, I do thee wrong,
For thou art made on the rrue sparkes of honour.[5534]
Enter King.
War. O would we had but ten thousand men10
Now at this instant, that doth not worke in England.
Now at this instant, that doth not worke in England.
Kin. Whose that, that wishes so, my Cousen Warwick?
Gods will, I would not loose the honour
One man would share from me,
Not for my Kingdome.15
No faith my Cousen, wish not one man more,
Rather proclaime it presently through our campe,
That he that hath no stomacke to this feast,
Let him depart, his pasport shall bee drawne,
And crownes for conuoy put into his purse,20
We would not die in that mans company,
That feares his fellowship to die with vs.
This day is called the day of Cryspin,
He that outliues this day, and sees old age,
Shall stand a tiptoe when this day is named,25
And rowse him at the name of Cryspin.
He that outliues this day, and comes safe home,
Shall yearely on the vygill feast his friends,
And say, to morrow is S. Cryspines day:
Then shall we in their flowing bowles30
Be newly remembred. Harry the King,
Bedford and Exeter, Clarence and Gloster,
Warwick and Yorke.
Familiar in their mouthes as houshold words.
This story shall the good man tell his sonne,35
And from this day, vnto the generall doome:
But we in it shall be remembred.
We fewe, we happie fewe, we bond of brothers,
For he to day that sheads his blood by mine,
Shalbe my brother, be he nere so base,40
This day shall gentle his condition.
Then shall he strip his sleeues, and shew his skars,
And say, these wounds I had on Crispines day:
And Gentlemen in England now a bed,
Shall thinke themselues accurst,45
And hold their manhood cheape,[5535]
While any speake that fought with vs[5535]
Vpon Saint Crispines day.[5536]
Gods will, I would not loose the honour
One man would share from me,
Not for my Kingdome.15
No faith my Cousen, wish not one man more,
Rather proclaime it presently through our campe,
That he that hath no stomacke to this feast,
Let him depart, his pasport shall bee drawne,
And crownes for conuoy put into his purse,20
We would not die in that mans company,
That feares his fellowship to die with vs.
This day is called the day of Cryspin,
He that outliues this day, and sees old age,
Shall stand a tiptoe when this day is named,25
And rowse him at the name of Cryspin.
He that outliues this day, and comes safe home,
Shall yearely on the vygill feast his friends,
And say, to morrow is S. Cryspines day:
Then shall we in their flowing bowles30
Be newly remembred. Harry the King,
Bedford and Exeter, Clarence and Gloster,
Warwick and Yorke.
Familiar in their mouthes as houshold words.
This story shall the good man tell his sonne,35
And from this day, vnto the generall doome:
But we in it shall be remembred.
We fewe, we happie fewe, we bond of brothers,
For he to day that sheads his blood by mine,
Shalbe my brother, be he nere so base,40
This day shall gentle his condition.
Then shall he strip his sleeues, and shew his skars,
And say, these wounds I had on Crispines day:
And Gentlemen in England now a bed,
Shall thinke themselues accurst,45
And hold their manhood cheape,[5535]
While any speake that fought with vs[5535]
Vpon Saint Crispines day.[5536]
Glost. My gracious Lord,
The French is in the field.50
The French is in the field.50
Kin. Why all things are ready, if our minds be so.
War. Perish the man whose mind is backward now.
King. Thou dost not wish more helpe frō England, cousen?
War. Gods will my Liege, would you and I alone,
Without more helpe, might fight this battle out.55
Why well said. That doth please me better,
Then to wish me one. You know your charge,
God be with you all.
Without more helpe, might fight this battle out.55
Why well said. That doth please me better,
Then to wish me one. You know your charge,
God be with you all.
Enter the Herald from the French.
Herald. Once more I come to know of thee king Henry,
What thou wilt giue for raunsome?60
What thou wilt giue for raunsome?60
Kin. Who hath sent thee now?
Her. The Constable of France.
Kin. I prethy beare my former answer backe:
Bid them atchieue me, and then sell my bones.
Good God, why should they mock good fellows thus?65
The man that once did sell the Lions skin,
While the beast liued, was kild with hunting him.
A many of our bodies shall no doubt[5537]
Finde graues within your realme of France:
Tho buried in your dunghils, we shalbe famed,70
For there the Sun shall greete them,
And draw vp their honors reaking vp to heauen,
Leauing their earthly parts to choke your clyme:
The smel wherof, shall breed a plague in France:
Marke then abundant valour in our English,75
That being dead, like to the bullets erasing,
Breakes forth into a second course of mischiefe,
Killing in relaps of mortalitie:
Let me speake proudly,
Ther's not a peece of feather in our campe,80
Good argument I hope we shall not flye:
And time hath worne vs into flouendry.
But by the mas, our hearts are in the trim,[5538]
And my poore souldiers tel me, yet ere night
Thayle be in fresher robes, or they will plucke85
The gay new cloathes ore your French souldiers eares,
And turne them out of seruice. If they do this,
As if it please God they shall,
Then shall our ransome soone be leuied.[5539]
Saue thou thy labour Herauld:90
Come thou no more for ransom, gentle Herauld.
They shall haue nought I sweare, but these my bones:
Which if they haue, as I will leaue am them,[5540]
Will yeeld them litle, tell the Constable.
Bid them atchieue me, and then sell my bones.
Good God, why should they mock good fellows thus?65
The man that once did sell the Lions skin,
While the beast liued, was kild with hunting him.
A many of our bodies shall no doubt[5537]
Finde graues within your realme of France:
Tho buried in your dunghils, we shalbe famed,70
For there the Sun shall greete them,
And draw vp their honors reaking vp to heauen,
Leauing their earthly parts to choke your clyme:
The smel wherof, shall breed a plague in France:
Marke then abundant valour in our English,75
That being dead, like to the bullets erasing,
Breakes forth into a second course of mischiefe,
Killing in relaps of mortalitie:
Let me speake proudly,
Ther's not a peece of feather in our campe,80
Good argument I hope we shall not flye:
And time hath worne vs into flouendry.
But by the mas, our hearts are in the trim,[5538]
And my poore souldiers tel me, yet ere night
Thayle be in fresher robes, or they will plucke85
The gay new cloathes ore your French souldiers eares,
And turne them out of seruice. If they do this,
As if it please God they shall,
Then shall our ransome soone be leuied.[5539]
Saue thou thy labour Herauld:90
Come thou no more for ransom, gentle Herauld.
They shall haue nought I sweare, but these my bones:
Which if they haue, as I will leaue am them,[5540]
Will yeeld them litle, tell the Constable.
Her. I shall deliuer so.95
Exit Herauld.
Yorke. My gracious Lord, vpon my knee I craue,
The leading of the vaward.
The leading of the vaward.
Kin. Take it braue Yorke. Come souldiers lets away:
And as thou pleasest God, dispose the day.
And as thou pleasest God, dispose the day.
Exit.
[Sc. XV.]
Enter the foure French Lords.
Ge. O diabello.
Const. Mor du ma vie.
Or. O what a day is this!
Bur. O Iour dei houte all is gone, all is lost.
Con. We are inough yet liuing in the field,[5541]5
To smother up the English,
If any order might be thought vpon.
To smother up the English,
If any order might be thought vpon.
Exit omnes.
[Sc. XVI.]
Enter Pistoll, the French man, and the Boy.
Pist. Eyld cur, eyld cur.
French. O Monsire, ie vous en pree aues petie de moy.
Pist. Moy shall not serue. I will haue fortie moys.
Boy aske him his name.[5544]
Boy aske him his name.[5544]
Boy. Comant ettes vous apelles?5
French. Monsier Fer.
Boy. He saies his name is Master Fer.
Pist. Ile Fer him, and ferit him, and ferke him:
Boy discus the same in French.
Boy discus the same in French.
Boy. Sir I do not know, whats French10
For fer, ferit and fearkt.[5545]
For fer, ferit and fearkt.[5545]
Pist. Bid him prepare, for I wil cut his throate.
Boy. Feate, vou preat, ill voulles coupele votre gage.[5546]
Pist. Ony e ma foy couple la gorge.[5547]
Vnlesse thou giue to me egregious raunsome, dye.15
One poynt of a foxe.[5548]
Vnlesse thou giue to me egregious raunsome, dye.15
One poynt of a foxe.[5548]
French. Qui dit ill monsiere.
Ill ditye si vou ny vouly pa domy luy.
Ill ditye si vou ny vouly pa domy luy.
Boy. La gran ransome, ill vou tueres.
French. O lee vous en pri pettit gentelhome, parle20
A cee, gran capataine, pour auez mercie[5549]
A moy, ey lee donerees pour mon ransome
Cinquante ocios. Ie suyes vngentelhome de France.
A cee, gran capataine, pour auez mercie[5549]
A moy, ey lee donerees pour mon ransome
Cinquante ocios. Ie suyes vngentelhome de France.
Pist. What sayes he boy?
Boy. Marry sir he sayes, he is a Gentleman of a great25
House, of France: and for his ransome,
He will giue you 500. crownes.
House, of France: and for his ransome,
He will giue you 500. crownes.
Pist. My fury shall abate,
And I the Crownes will take.
And as I suck blood, I will some mercie shew,30
Follow me cur.
And I the Crownes will take.
And as I suck blood, I will some mercie shew,30
Follow me cur.
Exit omnes.
[Sc. XVII.]
Enter the King and his Nobles, Pistoll.[5550]
King. What the French retire?
Yet all is not done, yet keepe the French the field.[5551]
Yet all is not done, yet keepe the French the field.[5551]
Exe. The Duke of Yorke commends him to your Grace.
King. Liues he good Vnckle, twise I sawe him downe,
Twise vp againe:5
From helmet to the spurre, all bleeding ore.
Twise vp againe:5
From helmet to the spurre, all bleeding ore.
Exe. In which aray, braue souldier doth he lye,
Larding the plaines, and by his bloody side,
Yoake fellow to his honour dying wounds,
The noble Earle of Suffolke also lyes.[5552]10
Suffolke first dyde, and Yorke all hasted ore,[5553]
Comes to him where in blood he lay steept,[5554]
And takes him by the beard, kisses the gashes
That bloodily did yane vpon his face,
And cryde aloud, tary deare cousin Suffolke:15
My soule shall thine keep company in heauen:
Tary deare soule awhile, then flie to rest:
And in this glorious and well foughten field,
We kept togither in our chiualdry.
Vpon these words I came and cheerd them vp,20
He tooke me by the hand, said dear my Lord,
Commend my seruice to my soueraigne.
So did he turne, and ouer Suffolkes necke
He threw his wounded arme, and so espoused to death,
With blood he sealed. An argument25
Of neuer ending loue. The pretie and sweet maner of it,
Forst those waters from me, which I would haue stopt,
But I not so much of man in me,[5555]
But all my mother came into my eyes,
And gaue me vp to teares.30
Larding the plaines, and by his bloody side,
Yoake fellow to his honour dying wounds,
The noble Earle of Suffolke also lyes.[5552]10
Suffolke first dyde, and Yorke all hasted ore,[5553]
Comes to him where in blood he lay steept,[5554]
And takes him by the beard, kisses the gashes
That bloodily did yane vpon his face,
And cryde aloud, tary deare cousin Suffolke:15
My soule shall thine keep company in heauen:
Tary deare soule awhile, then flie to rest:
And in this glorious and well foughten field,
We kept togither in our chiualdry.
Vpon these words I came and cheerd them vp,20
He tooke me by the hand, said dear my Lord,
Commend my seruice to my soueraigne.
So did he turne, and ouer Suffolkes necke
He threw his wounded arme, and so espoused to death,
With blood he sealed. An argument25
Of neuer ending loue. The pretie and sweet maner of it,
Forst those waters from me, which I would haue stopt,
But I not so much of man in me,[5555]
But all my mother came into my eyes,
And gaue me vp to teares.30
Kin. I blame you not: for hearing you,
I must conuert to teares.
I must conuert to teares.
Alarum soundes.
What new alarum is this?
Bid euery souldier kill his prisoner.
Bid euery souldier kill his prisoner.
Pist. Couple gorge. Exit omnes.35
[Sc. XVIII.]
Enter Flewellen, and Captaine Gower.
Flew. Godes plud kil the boyes and the lugyge,
Tis the arrants peece of knauery as can be desired,
In the worell now, in your conscience now.
Tis the arrants peece of knauery as can be desired,
In the worell now, in your conscience now.
Gour. Tis certaine, there is not a Boy left aliue,[5556]
And the cowerdly rascals that ran from the battell,5
Themselues haue done this slaughter:
Beside, they haue carried away and burnt,
All that was in the kings Tent:
Whervpon the king caused euery prisoners
Throat to be cut. O he is a worthy king.10
And the cowerdly rascals that ran from the battell,5
Themselues haue done this slaughter:
Beside, they haue carried away and burnt,
All that was in the kings Tent:
Whervpon the king caused euery prisoners
Throat to be cut. O he is a worthy king.10
Flew. I he was born at Monmorth;[5557]
Captain Gower, what call you the place where
Alexander the big was borne?
Captain Gower, what call you the place where
Alexander the big was borne?
Gour. Alexander the great.
Flew. Why I pray, is nat big great?[5558]15
As if I say, big, or great, or magnanimous,
I hope it is all one reconing,[5559]
Saue the frase is a little varation.
As if I say, big, or great, or magnanimous,
I hope it is all one reconing,[5559]
Saue the frase is a little varation.
Gour. I thinke Alexander the great
Was borne at Macedon.20
His father was called Philip of Macedon,
As I take it.
Was borne at Macedon.20
His father was called Philip of Macedon,
As I take it.
Flew. I thinke it was Macedon indeed where Alexander
Was borne: looke you captaine Gower,
And if you looke into the mappes of the worell well,25
You shall finde litle difference betweene
Macedon and Monmorth. Looke you, there is
A Riuer in Macedon, and there is also a Riuer
In Monmorth, the Riuers name at Monmorth
Is called Wye.30
But tis out of my braine, what is the name of the other:
But tis all one, tis so like, as my fingers is to my fingers,[5560]
And there is Samons in both.
Looke you captaine Gower, and you marke it,
You shall finde our King is come after Alexander.35
God knowes, and you know, that Alexander in his
Bowles, and his alles, and his wrath, and his displeasures,
And indignations, was kill his friend Clitus.
Was borne: looke you captaine Gower,
And if you looke into the mappes of the worell well,25
You shall finde litle difference betweene
Macedon and Monmorth. Looke you, there is
A Riuer in Macedon, and there is also a Riuer
In Monmorth, the Riuers name at Monmorth
Is called Wye.30
But tis out of my braine, what is the name of the other:
But tis all one, tis so like, as my fingers is to my fingers,[5560]
And there is Samons in both.
Looke you captaine Gower, and you marke it,
You shall finde our King is come after Alexander.35
God knowes, and you know, that Alexander in his
Bowles, and his alles, and his wrath, and his displeasures,
And indignations, was kill his friend Clitus.
Flew. Looke you, tis not well done to take the tale out
O a mans mouth, ere it is made an end and finished:
I speake in the comparisons, as Alexander is kill
His friend Clitus: so our King being in his ripe
Wits and iudgements, is turne away, the fat knite45
With the great belly doublet: I am forget his name.
O a mans mouth, ere it is made an end and finished:
I speake in the comparisons, as Alexander is kill
His friend Clitus: so our King being in his ripe
Wits and iudgements, is turne away, the fat knite45
With the great belly doublet: I am forget his name.
Gower. Sir Iohn Falstaffe.
Flew. I, I thinke it is Sir Iohn Falstaffe indeed,
I can tell you, theres good men borne at Monmorth.
I can tell you, theres good men borne at Monmorth.
Enter King and the Lords.[5561]
King. I was not angry since I came into France,[5562]50
Vntill this houre.
Take a trumpet Herauld,
And ride vnto the horsmen on yon hill:
If they will fight with vs bid them come downe,
Or leaue the field, they do offend our sight:55
Will they do neither, we will come to them,
And make them skyr away, as fast
As stones enforst from the old Assirian slings.
Besides, weele cut the throats of those we haue,
And not one aliue shall taste our mercy.60
Vntill this houre.
Take a trumpet Herauld,
And ride vnto the horsmen on yon hill:
If they will fight with vs bid them come downe,
Or leaue the field, they do offend our sight:55
Will they do neither, we will come to them,
And make them skyr away, as fast
As stones enforst from the old Assirian slings.
Besides, weele cut the throats of those we haue,
And not one aliue shall taste our mercy.60
Enter the Herauld.
Gods will what meanes this? knowst thou not
That we haue fined these bones of ours for ransome?
That we haue fined these bones of ours for ransome?
Herald. I come great king for charitable fauour,
To sort our Nobles from our common men,
We may haue leaue to bury all our dead,65
Which in the field lye spoyled and troden on.
To sort our Nobles from our common men,
We may haue leaue to bury all our dead,65
Which in the field lye spoyled and troden on.
Kin. I tell thee truly Herauld, I do not know whether[5563]
The day be ours or no:
For yet a many of your French do keep the field.
The day be ours or no:
For yet a many of your French do keep the field.
Hera. The day is yours.70
Kin. Praised be God therefore.
What Castle call you that?
What Castle call you that?
Hera. We call it Agincourt.
Kin. Then call we this the field of Agincourt.
Fought on the day of Cryspin, Cryspin.[5564]75
Fought on the day of Cryspin, Cryspin.[5564]75
Kin. Tis true Flewellen.
Flew. Your Maiestie sayes verie true.80
And it please your Maiestie,
The Wealchmen there was do good seruice,
In a garden where Leekes did grow.
And I thinke your Maiestie wil take no scorne,[5565]
To weare a Leake in your cap vpon S. Dauies day.85
And it please your Maiestie,
The Wealchmen there was do good seruice,
In a garden where Leekes did grow.
And I thinke your Maiestie wil take no scorne,[5565]
To weare a Leake in your cap vpon S. Dauies day.85
Kin. No Flewellen, for I am wealch as well as you.
Flew. All the water in Wye wil not wash your wealch
Blood out of you, God keep it, and preserue it,
To his graces will and pleasure.
Blood out of you, God keep it, and preserue it,
To his graces will and pleasure.
Kin. Thankes good countryman.90
Flew. By Iesus I am your Maiesties countryman:
I care not who know it, so long as your maiesty is an honest man.
I care not who know it, so long as your maiesty is an honest man.
K. God keep me so. Our Herald go with him,
And bring us the number of the scattred French.
And bring us the number of the scattred French.
Exit Heralds.
Call yonder souldier hither.95
Flew. You fellow come to the king.
Kin. Fellow why doost thou weare that gloue in thy hat?
Soul. And please your maiestie, tis a rascals that swagard
With me the other day: and he hath one of mine,
Which if euer I see, I haue sworne to strike him.[5566]100
So hath he sworne the like to mee.[5567]
With me the other day: and he hath one of mine,
Which if euer I see, I haue sworne to strike him.[5566]100
So hath he sworne the like to mee.[5567]
K. How think you Flewellen, is it lawfull he keep his oath?[5568]
Fl. And it please your maiesty, tis lawful he keep his vow.[5568]
If he be periur'd once, he is as arrant a beggerly knaue,
As treads vpon too blacke shues.105
If he be periur'd once, he is as arrant a beggerly knaue,
As treads vpon too blacke shues.105
Kin. His enemy may be a gentleman of worth.
Flew. And if he be as good a gentleman as Lucifer
And Belzebub, and the diuel himselfe,
Tis meete he keepe his vowe.
And Belzebub, and the diuel himselfe,
Tis meete he keepe his vowe.
Kin. Well sirrha keep your word.110
Vnder what Captain seruest thou?
Vnder what Captain seruest thou?
Soul. Vnder Captaine Gower.
Flew. Captaine Gower is a good Captaine:
And hath good littrature in the warres.[5569]
And hath good littrature in the warres.[5569]
Kin. Go call him hither.115
Soul. I will my lord.
Kin. Captain Flewellen, when Alonson and I was[5570]
Downe together, I tooke this gloue off from his helmet,[5571]
Here Flewellen, weare it. If any do challenge it,[5572]
He is a friend of Alonsons,120
And an enemy to mee.
Downe together, I tooke this gloue off from his helmet,[5571]
Here Flewellen, weare it. If any do challenge it,[5572]
He is a friend of Alonsons,120
And an enemy to mee.
Fle. Your maiestie doth me as great a fauour
As can be desired in the harts of his subiects.
I would see that man now that should chalenge this gloue:[5573]
And it please God of his grace. I would but see him,125
That is all.
As can be desired in the harts of his subiects.
I would see that man now that should chalenge this gloue:[5573]
And it please God of his grace. I would but see him,125
That is all.
Kin. Flewellen knowst thou Captaine Gower?
Fle. Captaine Gower is my friend.
And if it like your maiestie, I know him very well.
And if it like your maiestie, I know him very well.
Kin. Go call him hither.130
Flew. I will and it shall please your maiestie.
Kin. Follow Flewellen closely at the heeles,
The gloue he weares, it was the souldiers:
It may be there will be harme betweene them,
For I do know Flewellen valiant,135
And being toucht, as hot as gunpowder:
And quickly will returne an iniury.
Go see there be no harme betweene them.
The gloue he weares, it was the souldiers:
It may be there will be harme betweene them,
For I do know Flewellen valiant,135
And being toucht, as hot as gunpowder:
And quickly will returne an iniury.
Go see there be no harme betweene them.
[Sc. XIX.]
Enter Gower, Flewellen, and the Souldier.[5574]