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
is certaine there is not a Boy left aliue And the cowerdly rascals that ran from the battell 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 Flew I he was born at Monmorth 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 As if I say big or great or magnanimous I hope it is all one reconing Saue the frase is a litle varation Gour. I thinke Alexander the great Was borne at Macedon 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 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 But t is out of my braine what is the name of the other But t is all one t is so like as my fingers is to my fingers And there is Samons in both Looke you captaine Gower and you marke it You shall finde our King is come after Alexander 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 Gower I but our King is not like him in that For he neuer killd any of his friends Flew Looke you t is not well done to take the tale out Of 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 knite With the great belly double I am forget his name Gower Sir Iohn Falstaffe Flew I I thinke it is Sir Iohn Falstaffe indeed I can tell you there 's good men borne at Monmorth Enter King and the Lords King I was not angry since I came into France 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 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 wee le cut the throats of those we haue And not one aliue shall taste our mercy Enter the Herauld Gods will what meanes this knowst thou not 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 Which in the field lye spoyled and troden on Kin. I tell thee truly Herauld I do not know whether The day be ours or no For yet a many of your French do keep the field Hera The day is yours Kin. Praised be God therefore 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 Flew Your grandfather of famous memorie If your grace be remembred Is do good seruice in France Kin. T is true Flewellen Flew Your Maiestie sayes verie true 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 To weare a Leake in your cap vpon S. Dauies day Kin. No Flewellen for I am wealch as well as you Flew All the water in VVye wil not wash your wealch Blood out of you God keep it and preserue it To his graces will and pleasure Kin. Thankes good countryman Flew By Iesus I am your Maiesties countryman 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 vs the number of the scattred French Exit Heralds Call yonder souldier hither Flew You fellow come to the king Kin. Fellow why doost thou weare that gloue in thy hat Soul And please your maiestie t is 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 So hath he sworne the like to me K. How think you Flewellen is it lawfull he keep his oath Fl. And it please your maiesty t is lawful he keep his vow If he be periur'd once he is as arrant a beggerly knaue As treads vpon too blacke shues 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 T is meete he keepe his vowe Kin. Well sirrha keep your word Vnder what Captain seruest thou Soul Vnder Captaine Gower Flew Captaine Gower is a good Captaine And hath good littrature in the warres Kin. Go call him hither Soul I will my Lord. Exit souldier Kin. Captain Flewellen when Alonson and I was Downe together I tooke this gloue off from his helmet Here Flewellen weare it If any do challenge it He is a friend of Alonsons 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 And it please God of his grace I would but see him 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 Kin. Go call him hither 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 And being toucht as hot as gunpowder And quickly will returne an iniury Go see there be no harme betweene them Enter Gower Flewellen and the Souldier Flew Captain Gower in the name of Iesu Come to his Maiestie there is more good toward you Then you can dreame off Soul Do you heare you sir do you know this gloue Flew I know the the gloue is a gloue Soul Sir I know this and thus I challenge it He strikes him Flew Gode plut and his Captain Gower stand away I le giue treason his due presently Enter the King VVarwicke Clarence and Exeter Kin. How now what is the matter Flew And it shall please your Maiestie Here is the notablest peece of treason come to light As you shall desire to see in a sommers day Here is a rascall beggerly rascall is strike the gloue Which your Maiestie tooke out of the helmet of Alonson And your Maiestie will beare me witnes and testimony And auouchments that this is the gloue Soul And it please your Maiestie that was my gloue He that I gaue it too
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