in the night Promised me to weare it in his hat I promised to strike him if he did I met that Gentleman with my gloue in his hat And I thinke I haue bene as good as my word Flew Your Maiestie heares vnder your Maiesties Manhood what a beggerly lowsie knaue it is Kin. Let me see thy gloue Looke you This is the fellow of it It was I indeed you promised to strike And thou thou hast giuen me most bitter words How canst thou make vs amends Flew Let his necke answere it If there be any marshals lawe in the worell Soul My Liege all offences come from the heart Neuer came any from mine to offend your Maiestie You appeard to me as a common man Witnesse the night your garments your lowlinesse And whatsoeuer you receiued vnder that habit I beseech your Maiestie impute it to your owne fault And not mine For your selfe came not like your selfe Had you bene as you seemed I had made no offence Therefore I beseech your grace to pardon me Kin. Vnckle fill the gloue with crownes And giue it to the souldier Weare it fellow As an honour in thy cap till I do challenge it Giue him the crownes Come Captaine Flewellen I must needs haue you friends Flew By Iesus the fellow hath mettall enough In his belly Harke you souldier there is a shilling for you And keep your selfe out of brawles brables dissentiōs And looke you it shall be the better for you Soul I le none of your money sir not I. Flew Why t is a good shilling man Why should you be queamish Your shoes are not so good It will serue you to mend your shoes Kin. What men of sort are taken vnckle Exe. Charles Duke of Orleance Nephew to the King Iohn Duke of Burbon and Lord Bowchquall Of other Lords and Barrons Knights and Squiers Full fifteene hundred besides common men This note doth tell me often thousand French that in the field lyes slaine Of Nobles bearing banners in the field Charles de le Brute hie Constable of France Iaques of Chattillian Admirall of France The Maister of the crosbows Iohn Duke Alōson Lord Ranbieres hie Maister of France The braue sir Gwigzard Dolphin Of Nobelle Charillas Gran Prie and Rosse Fawconbridge and Foy. Gerard and Verton Vandemant and Lestra Here was a royall fellowship of death Where is the number of our English dead Edward the Duke of Yorke the Earle of Suffolke Sir Richard Ketly Dauy Gam Esquier And of all other but fiue and twentie O God thy arme was here And vnto thee alone ascribe we praise When without strategem And in euen shock of battle was euer heard So great and litle losse on one part and an other Take it God for it is onely thine Exe. T is wonderfull King Come let vs go on procession through the camp Let it be death proclaimed to any man To boast hereof or take the praise from God Which is his due Flew Is it lawful and it please your Maiestie To tell how many is kild King Yes Flewellen but with this acknowledgement That God fought for vs. Flew Yes in my conscience he did vs great good King Let there be sung Nououes and te Deum The dead with charitie enterred in clay Wee le then to Calice and to England then Where nere from France arriude more happier men Exit omnes Enter Gower and Flewellen Gower But why do you weare your Leeke to day Saint Dauies day is past Flew There is occasion Captaine Gower Looke you why and wherefore The other day looke you Pistolles Which you know is a man of no merites In the worell is come where I was the other day And brings bread and sault and bids me Eate my Leeke t was in a place looke you Where I could moue no discentions But if I can see him I shall tell him A litle of my desires Gow Here a comes swelling like a Turkecocke Enter Pistoll Flew T is no matter for his swelling and his turkecocks God plesse you Antient Pistoll you scall Beggerly lowsie knaue God plesse you Pist. Ha art thou bedlem Dost thou thurst base Troyan To haue me folde vp Parcas fatall web Hence I am qualmish at the smell of Leeke Flew Antient Pistoll I would desire you because It doth not agree with your stomacke and your appetite And your digestions to eate this Leeke Pist. Not for Cadwalleder and all his goates Flew There is one goate for you Antient Pistol He strikes him Pist. Bace Troyan thou shall dye Flew I I know I shall dye meane time I would Desire you to liue and eate this Leeke Gower Inough Captaine you haue astonisht him Flew Astonisht him by Iesu I le beate his head Foure dayes and foure nights but I le Make him eate some part of my Leeke Pist. Well must I byte Flew I out of question or doubt or ambiguities You must byte Pist. Good good Flew I Leekes are good Antient Pistoll There is a shilling for you to heale your bloody coxkome Pist. Me a shilling Flew If you will not take it I haue an other Leeke for you Pist. I take thy shilling in earnest of reconing Flew If I owe you any thing I le pay you in cudgels You shal be a woodmonger And by cudgels God bwy you Antient Pistoll God blesse you And heale your broken pate Antient Pistoll if you see Leekes an other time Mocke at them that is all God bwy you Exit Flewellen Pist. All hell shall stir for this Doth Fortune play the huswye with me now Is honour cudgeld from my warlike lines Well France farwell newes haue I certainly That Doll is sicke One mally die of France The warres affordeth nought home will I trug Bawd will I turne and vse the slyte of hand To England will I steale And there I le steale And patches will I get vnto these skarres And sweare I gat them in the Gallia warres Exit Pistoll Enter at one doore the King of England and his Lords And at the other doore the King of France Queene Katherine the Duke of Burbon and others Harry Peace to this meeting wherefore we are met And to our brother France Faire time of day Faire health vnto our louely cousen Katherine And as a branch and member of this stock We do salute you Duke of Burgondie Fran. Brother of England right ioyous are we to behold Your face so are we Princes English euery one Duk. With pardon vnto both your mightines Let it not displease you if I demaund What rub or bar hath thus far hindred you To keepe you from the gentle speech of peace Har. If Duke of Burgondy you wold haue peace You must buy that peace According as we haue drawne our articles Fran. We haue but with a cursenary eye Oreviewd them pleaseth your Grace To let some of your Counsell sit with vs We shall returne our peremptory answere Har. Go Lords and sit with them And bring vs answere backe Yet leaue our cousen
of a warming pan Host. By my troath hee le yeeld the crow a pudding one of these dayes I le go to him husband you le come Bar. Come Pistoll be friends Nim prithee be friends and if thou wilt not be Enemies with me too Ni. I shal haue my eight shillings I woon of you at beating Pist. Base is the slaue that payes Nim. That now I will haue and there 's the humor of it Pist. As manhood shall compound They draw Bar. He that strikes the first blow I le kill him by this sword Pist. Sword is an oath and oathes must haue their course Nim. I shall haue my eight shillings I wonne of you at beating Pist. A noble shalt thou haue and readie pay And liquor likewise will I giue to thee And friendship shall combind and brotherhood I le liue by Nim as Nim shall liue by me Is not this iust for I shall Sutâ—er be Vnto the Campe and profit will occrue Nim. I shall haue my noble Pist. In cash most truly paid Nim. Why there 's the humour of it Enter Hostes. Hostes. As euer you came of men come in Sir Iohn poore soule is so troubled With a burning tashan contigian feuer t is wonderfull Pist. Let vs condoll the knight for lamkins we will liue Exeunt omnes Enter Exeter and Gloster Glost. Before God my Lord his Grace is too bold to trust these traytors Exe. They shal be apprehended by and by Glost. I but the man that was his bedfellow Whom he hath cloyed and graced with princely fauours That he should for a forraine purse to sell His Soueraignes life to death and trechery Exe. O the Lord of Massham Enter the King and three Lords King Now sirs the windes faire and we wil aboord My Lord of Cambridge and my Lord of Massham And you my gentle Knight giue me you thoughts Do you not thinke the power we beare with vs Will make vs conquerors in the field of France Masha No doubt my Liege if each man do his best Cam. Neuer was Monarch better feared and loued then is your maiestie Gray Euen those that were your fathers enemies Haue steeped their galles in honey for your sake King We therefore haue great cause of thankfulnesse And shall forget the office of our hands Sooner then reward and merit According to their cause and worthinesse Masha So seruice shall with steeled sinewes shine And labour shall refresh it selfe with hope To do your Grace incessant seruice King Vncle of Exeter enlarge the man Committed yesterday that rayled against our person We consider it was the heate of wine that set him on And on his more aduice we pardon him Masha That is mercie but too much securitie Let him bee punisht Soueraigne least the example of him Breed more of such a kinde King O let vs yet be mercifull Cam. So may your highnesse and punish too Gray You shew great mercie if you giue him life After the taste of his correction King Alas your too much care and loue of me Are heauy orisons gainst the poore wretch If litle faults proceeding on distemper should not bee winked at How should we stretch our eye when capitall crimes Chewed swallowed and disgested appeare before vs Well yet enlarge the man tho Cambridge and the rest In their deare loues and tender preseruation of our state Would haue him punisht Now to our French causes Who are the late Commissioners Cam. Me one my Lord your highnesse bad me aske for it to day Mash So did you me my Soueraigne Gray And me my Lord. King Then Richard Earle of Cambridge there is yours There is yours my Lord of Masham And sir Thomas Gray knight of Northumberland this same is yours Read them and know we know your worthinesse Vnckle Exeter I will aboord to night Why how now Gentlemen why change you colour What see you in those papers That hath so chased your blood out of apparance Cam. I do confesse my fault and do submit me To your highnesse mercie Mash To which we all appeale King The mercy which was quit in vs but late By your owne reasons is forestald and done You must not dare for shame to aske for mercy For your owne conscience turne vpon your bosomes As dogs vpon their maisters worrying them See you my Princes and my noble Peeres These English monsters My Lord of Cambridge here You know how apt we were to grace him In all things belonging to his honour And this vilde man hath for a fewe light crownes Lightly conspired and sworne vnto the practises of France To kill vs here in Hampton To the which This knight no lesse in bountie bound to vs Then Cambridge is haah likewise sworne But oh what shall I say to thee false man Thou cruell ingratefull and inhumane creature Thou that didst beare the key of all my counsell That knewst the very secrets of my heart That almost mightest a coyned me into gold Wouldest thou a practisde on me for thy vse Can it be possible that out of thee Should proceed one sparke that might annoy my finger T is so strange that tho the truth doth showe as grose As black from white mine eye wil scarcely see it Their faults are open arrest them to the answer of the lawe And God acquit them of their practises Exe. I arrest thee of high treason By the name of Richard Earle of Camhridge I arest thee of high treason By the name of Henry Lord of Masham I arest thee of high treason By the name of Thomas Gray knight of Northumberland Mash Our purposes God iustly hath discouered And I repent my fault more then my death Which I beseech your maiestie forgiue Altho my body pay the price of it King God quit you in his mercy Heare your sentence You haue conspired against our royall person Ioyned with an enemy proclaimed and fixed And froÌ„ his coffers receiued the golden earnest of our death Touching our person we seeke no redresse But we our kingdomes safetie must so tender Whose ruine you haue sought That to our lawes we do deliuer you Get ye therefore hence poore miserable creatures to your death The taste whereof God in his mercy giue you Patience to endure and true repentance of all your deeds amisse Beare them hence Exit three Lords Now Lords to France The enterprise whereof Shall be to you as vs successiuely Since God cut off this dangerous treason lurking in our way Cheerly to sea the signes of war aduance No King of England if not King of France Exit omnes Enter Nim Pistoll Bardolfe Hostes and a Boy Host. I prethy sweete heart let me bring thee so farre as Stanes Pist. No fur no fur Bar. Well sir Iohn is gone God be with him Host. I he is in Arthors bosom if euer any were He went away as if it were a crysombd childe Betweene twelue and one Iust at turning of the tide His nose was as sharpe as a pen For when I saw him fumble
in their flowing bowles 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 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 Shal be my brother be he nere so base 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 And hold their manhood cheape While any speake that fought with vs Vpon Saint Crispines day Glost. My gracious Lord The French is in the field 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 help frō England cousen War Gods will my Liege would you and I alone Without more helpe might fight this battle out 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 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 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 Finde graues within your realme of France Tho buried in your dunghils we shal be famed 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 That being dead like to the bullets crasing 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 Good argument I hope we shall not flye And time hath worne vs into slouendry But by the mas our hearts are in the trim And my poore souldiers tel me yet ere night Thay le be in fresher robes or they will plucke 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 Saue thou thy labour Herauld Come thou no more for ransom gentle Herauld They shall haue nought I sweare but these my bones Which if they haue as I wil leaue am them Will yeeld them litle tell the Constable Her I shall deliuer so Exit Herauld Yorke My gracious Lord vpon my knee I craue The leading of the vaward Kin. Take it braue Yorke Come souldiers le ts away And as thou pleasest God dispose the day Exit Enter the foure French Lords Ge. O diabello Const. Mor du ma vie Or. O what a day is this Bur. O lour dei houte all is gone all is lost Con. We are inough yet liuing in the field To smother vp the English If any order might be thought vpon Bur. A plague of order once more to the field And he that will not follow Burbon now Let him go home and with his cap in hand Like a bace leno hold the chamber doore Why least by a slaue no gentler then my dog His fairest daughter is contamuracke Con. Disorder that hath spoyld vs right vs now Come we in heapes wee le offer vp our liues Vnto these English or else die with fame Come come along Le ts dye with honour our shame doth last too long Exit omnes 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 Boy Comant ettes vous apelles French Monsier Fer. Boy He saies his name is Master Fer. Pist. I le Fer him and ferit him and ferke him Boy discus the same in French Boy Sir I do not know what 's French Forfer ferit and fearkt Pist. Bid him prepare for I wil cut his throate Boy Feate vou preat ill voulles coupele votre gage Pist. Onye ma foy couple la gorge Vnlesse thou giue to me egregious raunsome dye One poynt of a foxe French Qui dit ill monsiere Ill ditye si vou ny vouly pa domy luy Boy La gran ransome ill vou tueres French O lee vous en pri petrit gentelhome parle A cee gran capataine pour auez mercie A moy ey Iee 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 great House or 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 Follow me cur Exit omnes Enter the King and his Nobles Pistoll King What the French retire Yet all is not done yet keepe the French the field Exe. The Duke of Yorke commends him to your Grace King Liues he good Vnckle twise I sawe him downe Twise vp againe 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 Suffolke first dyde and Yorke all hasted ore Comes to him where in blood he lay steept And takes him by the beard kisses the gashes That bloodily did yane vpon his face And cryde aloud tary deare cousin Suffolke 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 together in our chiualdry Vpon these words I came and cheerd them vp He tooke me by the hand said deare 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 argument Of neuer ending loue The pretie and sweet maner of it Forst those waters from me which I would haue slopt But I not so much of man in me But all my mother came into my eyes And gaue me vp to teares Kin. I blame you not for hearing you I must conuert to teares Alarum soundes What new alarum i◠this Bid euery souldier kill his prisoner Pist. Couple gorge Exit omnes Enter Flewellen and Captaine Gower Flew Godes plud kil the boyes and the lugyge T is the arrants peece of knauery as can be desired In the worell now in your conscience now Gour. T