Each battle sees the other's umber'd face: Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, So tediously away. The poor condemned English, Sit patiently, and inly ruminate The morning's danger; and their gesture sad So many horrid ghosts. O, now, who will behold Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, For forth he goes and visits all his host; Bids them good-morrow with a modest smile, And calls them brothers, friends, and countrymen. Upon his royal face there is no note How dread an army hath enrounded him; His liberal eye doth give to every one, A little touch of Harry in the night: And so our scene must to the battle fly; [Excit ACT IV. SCENE I.-FRANCE. The English Camp at Agincourt. Enter KING HENRY, BEDFORD, and GLOSTER. K. Hen. Gloster, 'tis true that we are in great danger; For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Enter ERPINGHAM. Good-morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham: Erp. Not so, my liege: this lodging likes me better, K. Hen. 'Tis good for men to love their present pains Upon example; so the spirit is eas'd: And when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt The organs, though defunct and dead before, Break up their drowsy grave, and newly move Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas.-Brothers both, Do my good-morrow to them; and anon Desire them all to my pavilion. Glo. We shall, my liege. [Exeunt GLOSTER and BEDFORD. Erp. Shall I attend your grace? K. Hen. No, my good knight; Go with my brothers to my lords of England: I and my bosom must debate awhile, And then I would no other company. Erp. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry! [Exit. K. Hen. God-a-mercy, old heart! thou speak'st cheer fully. Pist. Qui va là? K. Hen. A friend. Enter PISTOL. Pist. Discuss unto me; art thou officer? Pist. As good a gentleman as the emperor. Of parents good, of fist most valiant: I kiss his dirty shoe, and from my heart-strings I love the lovely bully.-What is thy name? K. Hen. Harry le Roi. Pist. Le Roy! a Cornish name: art thou of Cornish crew? K. Hen. No, I am a Welshman. Pist. Know'st thou Fluellen? K. Hen. Yes. Pist. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate Upon Saint Davy's day. day, lest he knock that about yours. Pist. Art thou his friend? *K. Hen. Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that K. Hen. And his kinsman too. Pist. The fico for thee, then! K. Hen. I thank you: God be with you! Pist. My name is Pistol called. [Exit. K. Hen. It sorts well with your fierceness. Enter FLUELLEN and GoWER, severally. Gow. Captain Fluellen! Flu. So in the name of Cheshu Christ, speak fewer. It is the greatest admiration in the universal 'orld when the true and auncient prerogatifs 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-taddle 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. Gow. Why, the enemy is loud; you hear him all night. Flu. 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? Gow. I will speak lower. Flu. I pray you and peseech you that you will. [Exeunt GoWER and FLUELLEN. K. Hen. Though it appear a little out of fashion, There is much care and valour in this Welshman. Enter BATES, COURT, and 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. Will. We see yonder the beginning of the day, but I think we shall never see the end of it.-Who goes there? K. Hen. A friend. Will. Under what captain serve you? K. Hen. Under Sir Thomas Erpingham. Will. A good old commander and a most kind gentleman: I I pray you, what thinks he of our estate? K. Hen. 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? K. Hen. 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 the Thames up to the neck;-and so I would he were, and I by him, at all adventures, so we were quit here. K. Hen. By my troth, I will speak my conscience of the king: I think he would not wish himself anywhere 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. K. Hen. I dare say you love him not so ill, to wish him here alone, howsoever you speak this, to feel other men's 1 minds: methinks I could not die anywhere so contented as in the king's company, his cause being just and his quarrel honourable. Will. That's more than we know. Bates. Ay, or more than we should seek after; for we know enough if we know we are the king's subjects: if his cause be wrong, our obedience to the king wipes the crime of it out of us. Will. 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 a 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 anything 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; who to disobey were against all proportion of subjection. K. Hen. 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 his 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 |