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The cronicle history of Henry the fift with his battell fought at Agin Court in France. Togither with Auntient Pistoll. As it hath bene sundry times playd by the Right honorable the Lord Chamberlaine his seruants.; Henry V
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Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
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Pist. Le Roy a Cornish man Art thou of Cornish crew Kin. No sir I am a Wealchman Pist. A Wealchman knowst thou Flewellen Kin. I sir he is my kinsman Pist. Art thou his friend Kin. I sir. Pist. Figa for thee then my name is Pistoll Kin. It sorts well with your fiercenesse Pist. Pistoll is my name Exit Pistoll Enter Gower and Flewellen Gour. Captaine Flewellen Flew In the name of Iesu speake lewer It is the greatest folly in the worell when the auncient Prerogatiues of the warres be not kept I warrant you if you looke into the warres of the Romanes You shall finde no tittle tattle nor bible bable there But you shall finde the cares and the feares And the ceremonies to be otherwise Gour. Why the enemy is loud you heard him all night Flew Godes sollud if the enemy be an Asse a Foole And a prating cocks-come is it meet that we be also a foole And a prating cocks-come in your conscience now Gour. I le speake lower Flew I beseech you do good Captaine Gower Exit Gower and Flewellen Kin. Tho it appeare a litle out of fashion Yet there 's 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. 3. Soul Well I thinke the king could wish himselfe 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 3. S. I faith small cheer some of vs is like to haue Ere this day ende Kin. Why fear nothing man the king is frolike 2. S. I he may be for he hath no such cause as we Kin. Nay say not so he is a man as we are The Violet smels to him as to vs Therefore if he see reasons he feares as we do 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 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 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 father 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 premeditated Murder on them Others the broken seale 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 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 Or not dying why the time was well spent Wherein such preparation was made 3 Lord. Yfaith he saies true Euery mans fault on his owne head I would not haue the king answere for me Yet I intend to fight lustily for him King Well I heard the king he wold not be ransomde 2. L. I he said so to make v◠fight But when our throates be cut he may be ransomde And we neuer the wiser King If I liue to see that I le neuer trust his word againe 2. Sol. Mas you le pay him then t is a great displeasure That an elder gun can do against a cannon Or a subiect against a monarke You le nere take his word again your a nasse goe King Your reproofe is somewhat too bitter Were it not at this time I could be angry 2. Sol. Why let it be a quartell if thou wilt King How shall I know thee 2. Sol. Here is my gloue which if euer I see in thy hat I le challenge thee and strike thee Kin. Here is likewise another of mine And assure thee I le weare it 2. Sol. Thou dar'st as well be hangd 3. Sol. Be friends you fooles We haue French quarrels anow in hand We haue no need of English broyles Kin. T is no treason to cut French crownes For to morrow the king himselfe wil be a clipper Exit the souldiers Enter the King Gloster Epingam and Attendants 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 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 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 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 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 War Of fighting men they haue full fortie thousand Sal. The oddes is all too great Farewell kind Lords Braue Clarence and my Lord of Gloster 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 true sparkes of honour Enter King War O would we had but ten thousand men Now at this instant that doth not worke in England King Whos 's 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 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 be 〈◊〉 And crownes for conuoy put into his purse 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 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