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Henry V

Act IV, Scene 1

The English camp at Agincourt.
 
[Enter KING HENRY, BEDFORD, and GLOUCESTER]
 
KING HENRY V
         ,                ,          ,      2     ,      ,
      Gloucester,| 'tis true | that we | are in great | danger,
            ,        ,           ,          ,        ,
      The great|er there|fore should | our cou|rage be.
            ,       ,        ,         ,        ,     ->
      Good mor|row bro|ther Bed|ford: God | Almigh||ty,
        ,       2       ,         ,      2      ,     ,
      There | is some soul | of good|ness in things | evil,
             ,       ,       ,       ,        ,
      Would men | obser|vingly | distil | it out.
       .   T   T    T         ,         ,       ,       ->
      For our bad neigh|bor makes | us ear|ly stir||rers,
        ,       2        ,               ,   ,      ,
      Which | is both health|ful and / good hus|bandry.
          ,           ,         ,        ,        ,
      Besides,| they are | our out|ward con|sciences,
            ,         ,       ,       ,     ,
      And prea|chers to | us all;| admo|nishing,
            ,            ,          ,      ,         ,
      That we | should dress | us fair|ly for | our end.
        ,            ,       ,       ,          ,
      Thus may | we ga|ther ho|ney from | the weed,
            ,       ,      ,         x          ,
      And make | a mo|ral of | the devil | himself.
 
[Enter ERPINGHAM]
            ,       ,         ,       ,      ,
      Good mor|row old | Sir Tho|mas Er|pingham:
      .   T    T   T       ,      .    T    T     T
      A good soft pil|low for | that good white head,
            ,        ,        ,         ,          ,
      Were bet|ter than | a chur|lish turf | of France.
 
ERPINGHAM
           ,        ,           ,         ,         ,      ->
      Not so | my liege,| this lod|ging likes | me bet||ter,
        ,      2     ,     T   T  T       2    ,
      Since | I may say,| Now lie I | like^a king.
 
KING HENRY V
             ,         ,         ,           ,         ,
      'Tis good | for men | to love | their pre|sent pains,
        ,      ,        ,          x          ,
      Upon | exam|ple, so | the spirit | is eased:
            ,          ,         ,          ,         ,
      And when | the mind | is quick|ened, out | of doubt
           ,          ,         ,           ,        ,
      The or|gans, though | defunct | and dead | before,
             ,           ,       ,          ,       ,
      Break^up | their drow|sy grave | and new|ly move
            ,         ,           ,        ,    ,
      With cas|ted slough | and fresh | lege|rity.
        ,             ,          ,        ,          ,
      Lend me | thy cloak | Sir Tho|mas: bro|thers both,
           ,     ,            ,       ,         ,
      Commend | me to | the prin|ces in | our camp;
       ,            ,       ,          ,      ,
      Do my | good mor|row to | them, and | anon
          ,          ,        ,      ,      o
      Desire | them all | to my | pavil|ion.
 
GLOUCESTER
           ,          ,
      We shall,| my liege.  \\
 
ERPINGHAM
        ,           ,           ,
      Shall I | attend | your grace?
 
KING HENRY V
                                     ,               ,
                                    No, my | good knight:
      ,      2      ,          ,        ,         ,
      Go with my | brothers | to my | lords of | England:
      ,           ,       ,        ,       ,
      I and | my bo|som must | debate | awhile,
            ,        ,        ,       ,     ,
      And then | I would | no o|ther com|pany.
 
ERPINGHAM
            ,          x       ,           ,       ,
      The Lord | in heaven | bless thee,| noble | Harry.
 
[Exeunt all but KING HENRY]
 
KING HENRY V
God-a-mercy old heart, thou speakst cheerfully.
 
[Enter PISTOL]
 
PISTOL
Qui va la?
 
KING HENRY V
A friend.
 
PISTOL
Discuss unto me; art thou officer? Or art thou base, common and popular?
 
KING HENRY V
I am a gentleman of a company.
 
PISTOL
Trailst thou the puissant pike?
 
KING HENRY V
Even so. What are you?
 
PISTOL
As good a gentleman as the emperor.
 
KING HENRY V
Then you are a better than the king.
 
PISTOL
The king's a bawcock, and a heart of gold, a lad of life, an imp of fame; of parents good, of fist most valiant. I kiss his dirty shoe, and from heart-string I love the lovely bully. What is thy name?
 
KING HENRY V
Harry le Roy.
 
PISTOL
Le Roy? a Cornish name: art thou of Cornish crew?
 
KING HENRY V
No, I am a Welshman.
 
PISTOL
Knowst thou Fluellen?
 
KING HENRY V
Yes.
 
PISTOL
Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate upon Saint Davy's day.
 
KING HENRY V
Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, lest he knock that about yours.
 
PISTOL
Art thou his friend?
 
KING HENRY V
And his kinsman too.
 
PISTOL
The figo for thee, then!
 
KING HENRY V
I thank you: God be with you!
 
PISTOL
My name is Pistol called.
 
[Exit]
 
KING HENRY V
It sorts well with your fierceness.
 
[Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER]
 
GOWER
Captain Fluellen!
 
FLUELLEN
So! in the name of Jesu Christ, speak lower. It is the greatest admiration of the universal world, when the true and aunchient prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not kept: if you would take the pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the Great, you shall find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle toddle nor pibble pabble in Pompey's camp; I warrant you, you shall find the ceremonies of the wars, and the cares of it, and the forms of it, and the sobriety of it, and the modesty of it, to be otherwise.
 
GOWER
Why, the enemy is loud; you hear him all night.
 
FLUELLEN
If the enemy is an ass and a fool and a prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an ass and a fool and a prating coxcomb? in your own conscience, now?
 
GOWER
I will speak lower.
 
FLUELLEN
I pray you and beseech you that you will.
 
[Exeunt GOWER and FLUELLEN]
 
KING HENRY V
Though it appear a little out of fashion, there is much care and valor in this Welshman.
 
[Enter three soldiers, JOHN BATES, ALEXANDER COURT, and MICHAEL WILLIAMS]
 
COURT
Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks yonder?
 
BATES
I think it be: but we have no great cause to desire the approach of day.
 
WILLIAMS
We see yonder the beginning of the day, but I think we shall never see the end of it. Who goes there?
 
KING HENRY V
A friend.
 
WILLIAMS
Under what captain serve you?
 
KING HENRY V
Under Sir Thomas Erpingham.
 
WILLIAMS
A good old commander and a most kind gentleman: I pray you, what thinks he of our estate?
 
KING HENRY V
Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that look to be washed off the next tide.
 
BATES
He hath not told his thought to the king?
 
KING HENRY V
No; nor it is not meet he should. For, though I speak it to you, I think the king is but a man, as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me: the element shows to him as it doth to me; all his senses have but human conditions: his ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and though his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing. Therefore when he sees reason of fears, as we do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish as ours are: yet, in reason, no man should possess him with any appearance of fear, lest he, by showing it, should dishearten his army.
 
BATES
He may show what outward courage he will; but I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could wish himself in Thames up to the neck; and so I would he were, and I by him, at all adventures, so we were quit here.
 
KING HENRY V
By my troth, I will speak my conscience of the king: I think he would not wish himself any where but where he is.
 
BATES
Then I would he were here alone; so should he be sure to be ransomed, and a many poor men's lives saved.
 
KING HENRY V
I dare say you love him not so ill, to wish him here alone, howsoever you speak this to feel other men's minds: methinks I could not die any where so contented as in the king's company; his cause being just and his quarrel honorable.
 
WILLIAMS
That's more than we know.
 
BATES
Aye, or more than we should seek after; for we know enough, if we know we are the kings subjects: if his cause be wrong, our obedience to the king wipes the crime of it out of us.
 
WILLIAMS
But if the cause be not good, the king himself hath a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs and arms and heads, chopped off in battle, shall join together at the latter day and cry all 'We died at such a place;' some swearing, some crying for a surgeon, some upon their wives left poor behind them, some upon the debts they owe, some upon their children rawly left. I am afeard there are few die well that die in a battle; for how can they charitably dispose of any thing, when blood is their argument? Now, if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for the king that led them to it; whom to disobey were against all proportion of subjection.
 
KING HENRY V
So, if a son that is by his father sent about merchandise do sinfully miscarry upon the sea, the imputation of his wickedness by your rule, should be imposed upon his father that sent him: or if a servant, under his master's command transporting a sum of money, be assailed by robbers and die in many irreconciled iniquities, you may call the business of the master the author of the servant's damnation: but this is not so: the king is not bound to answer the particular endings of his soldiers, the father of his son, nor the master of his servant; for they purpose not their death, when they purpose their services. Besides, there is no king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to the arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all unspotted soldiers: some peradventure have on them the guilt of premeditated and contrived murder; some, of beguiling virgins with the broken seals of perjury; some, making the wars their bulwark, that have before gored the gentle bosom of peace with pillage and robbery. Now, if these men have defeated the law and outrun native punishment, though they can outstrip men, they have no wings to fly from God: war is his beadle, war is vengeance; so that here men are punished for before-breach of the king's laws in now the king's quarrel: where they feared the death, they have borne life away; and where they would be safe, they perish: then if they die unprovided, no more is the king guilty of their damnation than he was before guilty of those impieties for the which they are now visited. Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore should every soldier in the wars do as every sick man in his bed, wash every mote out of his conscience: and dying so, death is to him advantage; or not dying, the time was blessedly lost wherein such preparation was gained: and in him that escapes, it were not sin to think that, making God so free an offer, He let him outlive that day to see His greatness and to teach others how they should prepare.
 
WILLIAMS
'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill upon his own head, the king is not to answer it.
 
BATES
But I do not desire he should answer for me; and yet I determine to fight lustily for him.
 
KING HENRY V
I myself heard the king say he would not be ransomed.
 
WILLIAMS
Aye, he said so, to make us fight cheerfully: but when our throats are cut, he may be ransomed, and we nere the wiser.
 
KING HENRY V
If I live to see it, I will never trust his word after.
 
WILLIAMS
You pay him then. That's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun, that a poor and private displeasure can do against a monarch! you may as well go about to turn the sun to ice with fanning in his face with a peacock's feather. You'll never trust his word after! come, 'tis a foolish saying.
 
KING HENRY V
Your reproof is something too round: I should be angry with you, if the time were convenient.
 
WILLIAMS
Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live.
 
KING HENRY V
I embrace it.
 
WILLIAMS
How shall I know thee again?
 
KING HENRY V
Give me any gage of thine, and I will wear it in my bonnet: then, if ever thou darest acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel.
 
WILLIAMS
Here's my glove: give me another of thine.
 
KING HENRY V
There.
 
WILLIAMS
This will I also wear in my cap: if ever thou come to me and say, after tomorrow, 'This is my glove,' by this hand, I will take thee a box on the ear.
 
KING HENRY V
If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it.
 
WILLIAMS
Thou darest as well be hanged.
 
KING HENRY V
Well. I will do it, though I take thee in the king's company.
 
WILLIAMS
Keep thy word: fare thee well.
 
BATES
Be friends, you English fools, be friends: we have French quarrels enow, if you could tell how to reckon.
 
KING HENRY V
Indeed, the French may lay twenty French crowns to one, they will beat us; for they bear them on their shoulders: but it is no English treason to cut French crowns, and tomorrow the king himself will be a clipper.
 
[Exeunt soldiers]
        ,          ,     ,             ,           ,
      Upon | the king,| let us | our lives,| our souls,
       T    T     T     ,         ___    oo
      Our debts, our | careful | wives,|
            ,         ,          ,     ,             ,
      Our chil|dren, and | our sins,| lay on | the king:
       ,              ,
      We must | bear^all.  (pickup)
          ,        ,         ,     ,           ,
      O hard | condi|tion, twin-|born with | greatness,
       ,          2       ,         ,       ,            ,
      Subject | to the breath | of ev|ery fool,| whose sense
           ,          ,     T   T   T      ,
      No more | can feel,| but his own | wringing,
            ,             ,      ,           ,         ,
      What in|finite / heart's-ease | must kings | neglect,
            ,        ,       ,
      That pri|vate men | enjoy?  (picked up)
`           ,           ,           ,          ,         ,
      And what | have kings,| that pri|vates have | not too,
        ,   ,   ,      ,   ,       ,   ,
      Save ceremony, save general ceremony?    ????
            ,          ,         ,      ,     x
      And what | art thou,| thou i|dle ce|remony?  ??
             ,        ,          ,          ,          ,
      What kind | of god | art thou?| That suf|ferst more
          ,         ,           ,        ,        ,
      Of mor|tal griefs,| than do | thy wor|shippers.
        ,              ,       ,             ,        ,
      What are | thy rents?| What are | thy co|mings in?
         ,    ,       ,        ,          ,
      O ce|remo|ny, show | me but | thy worth.
        ,              ,       ,    ,
      What? Is | thy soul | of a|dora|tion?
      <- ,       T    T     T          ,         ,          ,
        Art || thou aught else | but place,| degree,| and form,
         ,       ,          ,       ,       ,
      Crea|ting awe | and fear | in o|ther men?
            ,         ,          ,      ,        ,
      Wherein | thou art | less^hap|py be|ing feared
             ,        ,
      Than they | in fea|ring.  \\
              ,            ,         ,        ,        ,
      What drinkst | thou oft,| instead | of ho|mage sweet,
           ,          ,    2   ,        ,             ,        2->
      But poi|soned flat|tery? O,| be sick,| great great||ness,
           ,         ,    ,      ,           ,
      And bid | thy ce|remo|ny give | thee cure.
         ,               ,      ,             ,  ,
      Thinks thou | the fie|ry fe|ver will / go out
            ,        ,          ,    ,
      With ti|tles blown | from a|dula|tion?
      <-  ,          ,      ,          ,            ,     ,
        Will || it give | place to | flexure | and low | bending?
              ,           ,          ,          ,          ,
      Canst^thou,| when thou | commandst | the beg|gar's knee,
           ,           ,       2     ,     T    T     T
      Command | the health | of it? No,| thou proud dream,
              ,         ,        ,         ,         ,
      That playst | so sub|tly with | a king's | repose.
      ,          ,           ,           ,        ,
      I am | a king | that find | thee: and | I know
            ,          ,         ,          ,          ,
      'Tis not | the balm,| the sce|pter,| and | the ball,
            ,           ,          ,        ,    ,
      The sword,| the mace,| the crown | impe|rial,
           ,     ,         ,         ,          ,
      The in|tertis|sued robe | of gold | and pearl,
           ,       ,      ,          ,          ,
      The far|ced ti|tle run|ning 'fore | the king,
             ,          ,         ,          ,         ,
      The throne | he sits | on: nor | the tide | of pomp,
             ,       ,          ,      ,               ,
      That beats | upon | the high | shore of | this world:
       T   T   T      T       T    T         ,    ,    ->
      No, not all | these, thrice-gor|geous ce|remo||ny,
       ,     T    T      T        ,       ,     ,
      Not | all these, laid | in bed | maje|stical,  (hex with prev)
            ,          ,       ,         ,         ,
      Can sleep | so sound|ly as | the wret|ched slave,
       ,            ,       ,          ,        ,
      Who with | a bo|dy filled,| and va|cant mind,
        ,             ,       ,                ,         ,
      Gets him | to rest,| crammed with | distress|ful bread,
        Tx    T   T        ,           ,          ,
      Never sees hor|rid night,| the child | of hell:
            ,        ,        ,          ,        ,
      But like | a lac|key, from | the rise | to set,
         ,             ,         ,              ,    ,
      Sweats in | the eye | of Phoe|bus; and / all night
         ,     2   ,  2      T   T   T       ,
      Sleeps in E|lysium:| next day af|ter dawn,
             ,          ,       ,   ,      2      ,
      Doth rise | and help | Hype|rion | to his horse,
           ,        ,       ,      ,         ,
      And fol|lows so | the e|ver-run|ning year
            ,     ,      ,      ,         ,
      With pro|fita|ble la|bor to | his grave:
           ,         ,    ,       ,         ,
      And but | for ce|remo|ny, such | a wretch,
       ,             ,           ,           ,            ,
      Winding | up days | with toil,| and nights | with sleep,
       T   .    T    T         ,        ,       ,
      Had the fore-hand | and van|tage of | a king.
            ,        ,       ,         ,          ,
      The slave,| a mem|ber of | the coun|try's peace,
            x      ,         T     T    T        ,
      Enjoys it;| but in | gross brain lit|tle wots,
             ,           ,      ,              ,          ,
      What watch | the king | keeps to | maintain | the peace;
              ,          ,         ,       ,     ,
      Whose hours | the pea|sant best | advan|tages.
 
[Enter ERPINGHAM]
 
ERPINGHAM
           ,          ,        ,         2        ,  ,
      My lord,| your no|bles, jea|lous of your / absence,
        ,                   ,         ,
      Seek through | your camp | to find | you.
 
KING HENRY V
                                                 ,           ,
                                               Good | old knight,
          ,           ,       ,       ,        ,
      Collect | them all | toge|ther at | my tent:
        ,           ,
      I'll be | before | thee.
 
ERPINGHAM
                               ,           x          ,
                               I | shall do it,| my lord.
 
[Exit]
 
KING HENRY V
         ,        ,          ,         ,            ,
      O God | of bat|tles, steel | my sol|diers' hearts,
           ,          ,           ,      ,               ,
      Possess | them not | with fear:| take from | them now
            ,          ,    2    ,      2    ,      ,
      The sense | of reck|oning of | the opposed | numbers:
        ,              ,            ,            ,        ,
      Pluck their | hearts from | them. Not | today,| O Lord,
         ,       ,           ,      ,          ,
      O not | today,| think^not | upon | the fault
          ,        ,        ,       ,          ,
      My fa|ther made,| in com|passing | the crown.
         ,          ,      ,         ,       ,
      I Ri|chard's bo|dy have | interred | anew,
           ,        ,         ,                 ,     ,
      And on | it have | bestowed | more* con/trite tears,
             ,        ,       ,        ,          ,
      Than from | it is|sued for|ced drops | of blood.
            ,         ,        ,         ,      ,
      Five hun|dred poor | I have | in year|ly pay,
            ,        ,           ,          ,           ,
      Who twice | a day | their wi|thered hands | hold^up
         T     Tx     .  T        ,
      Toward heaven, to par|don blood:  (pickup 1)
       ,   2         ,           ,
      And I have | built two*| chantries,  (pickup 2)
        ,          ,         ,          T      T    T
      Where the | sad and | solemn | priests sing still
           ,           ,      ,            ,
      For Ri|chard's soul.| More will | I do;  (pickup 3)
              ,              ,   ,       ,         ,
      Though all | that I / can do | is no|thing worth,
        ,              ,     ,            ,      ,
      Since that | my pe|nitence | comes^af|ter all,
         ,        ,     2
      Implo|ring par|don.
 
[Enter GLOUCESTER]
 
GLOUCESTER
                              ,
                         My liege.   (pickup 1-3)
 
KING HENRY V
          ,          ,            ,     ___   oo
      My bro|ther Glouce|ster's voice?| Aye:|
          ,         ,       ,         ,          ,
      I know | thy er|rand, I | will go | with thee:
           ,          ,      .   T     T     T         ,
      The day,| my friend,| and all things stay | for me.
 
[Exeunt]

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