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For forth he goes, and visits all his host;

His liberal eye doth give to every one, Bids them good morrow, with a modest smile; Thawing cold fear. Then,“ mean and gentle all And calls them—brothers, friends, and countrymen. Behold, as may unworthiness define, Upon his royal face there is no note,

A little touch of Harry in the night; How dread an army hath enrounded him ;

And so our scene must to the battle fly, Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour

Where, (O for pity !) we shall much disgraceUnto the weary and all-watched night;

With four or five most vile and ragged foils, But freshly looks, and over-bears attaint,

Right ill dispos'd, in brawl ridiculous, With cheerful semblance, and sweet majesty ; The name of Agincourt. Yet, sit and see, That every wretch, pining and pale before, Minding true things, by what their mockeries be. Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks :

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Then, mean and gentle all,-) This is the reading adopted by Theobald; the folio having," that mean and gentle all,” which, as " mean and gentle all" clearly refers to the audience, and not to the soldiers, must be an error.

In the night;) Is it not more than probable the poet wrote, " in the fighi ?" "We have already seen " a touch of Harry in the night." © Dress us—] That is, prepare us.

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Thus may we gather honey from the weed,

K. HEN. Harry le Roy. And make a moral of the devil himself.

Pist. Le Roy! a Cornish name: art thou of

Cornish crew ?
Enter ERPINGHAM.

K. Hen. No, I am a Welshman.
Pist. Know'st thou Fluellen ?

K. HEN. Yes.
Good morrow, old sir Thomas Erpingham:
A good soft pillow for that good white head

Pist. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his Were better than a churlish turf of France.

pate, Erp. Not so, my liege; this lodging likes me Upon saint David's day. better,

K. Hen. Do not you wear your dagger in your Since I may say–Now lie I like a king.

cap that day, lest he knock that about yours. K. HEN. 'Tis good for men to love their present

Pist. Art thou his friend ?

K. HEN. And his kinsman too. pains; Upon example so, the spirit is eased :

Pist. The figo for thee, then! And, when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt,

K. Hen. I thank you: God be with you! The organs, though defunct and dead before, Pist. My name is Pistol call’d. [Erit. Break up their drowsy grave, and newly move

K. Hen. It sorts well with your fierceness. With casted slough and fresh legerity.

[Retires. Lend me thy cloak, sir Thomas.—Brothers both, Commend me to the princes in our camp;

Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER, severally. Do my good morrow to them, and, anon, Desire them all to my pavilion. Glo. We shall, my liege.

Gow. Captain Fluellen!

Flu. So! in the name of Cheshu Christ, speak [Exeunt GLOUCESTER and BEDFORD. ERP. Shall I attend your grace ?

lower. It is the greatest admiration in the uni

versal 'orld, when the true and auncient prerogaK. HEN.

No, my good knight ; Go with brothers to my lords of England:

tifes and laws of the wars is not kept: if you would my I and my bosom must debate awhile,

take the pains but to examine the wars of Pompey And then I would no other company.

the great, you shall find, I warrant you, that there ERP. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble

is no tiddle-taddle, nor pibble-pabble, in Pompey's Harry! [Exit ERPINGHAM.

camp; I warrant you, you shall find the ceremonies K. Hen. God-a-mercy, old heart! thou speak’st

of the wars, and the cares of it, and the forms of cheerfully.

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. Enter Pistol.

Flu. If the enemy is an ass and a fool, and a prating coxc

xcomb, is it meet, think you, that we Pist. Qui va ?

should also, look you, be an ass, and a fool, and a K. HEN. A friend.

prating coxcomb; in your own conscience now? Pist. Discuss unto me; art thou officer ?

Gow. I will speak lower.
Or art thou base, coinmon, and popular ?
K. Hen. I am a gentleman of a company.

. Flu. I pray you, and peseech you, that you will.

[Exeunt Gower and FLUELLEN. Pist. Trail'st thou the puissant pike? K. HEN. Even so. What are you?

K. Hen. Though it appear a little out of

fashion, Pist. As good a gentleman as the emperor.

There is much care and valour in this Welshman. K. Hen. Then you are a better than the king. Pist. The king's a bawcock, and a heart of

gold, A lad of life, an imp of fame ;*

Enter Bates, Court, and WILLIAMS. Of parents good, of fist most valiant : I kiss his dirty shoe, and from heart-strings

Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the I love the lovely bully. What's thy name? morning which breaks yonder ?

son.

a An imp of fame;] Primitively, imp means shoot, and here a

Pistol applies the same expression to the King in the
Second Part of ** Henry IV," Act V. Sc. 5:-

“ The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame.
b Speak lower.) So the quarto 1608. That of 1600 reads lewer ;

while the folio has fewer. It is evident from Gower's reply, that
lower is correct.

c Bates, Court, and Williams.) The old stage-direction runs, "Enter three souldiers, John Bates, Alexander Courl, and Michae} Williams."

a

Bates. I think it be, but we have no great left

poor behind them; some, upon the debts they cause to desire the approach of day.

owe; some, upon their children rawly left. I am Will. We see yonder the beginning of the day, afeard there are few die well, that die in a battle ; but, I think, we shall never see the end of it. - for how can they charitably dispose of any thing, Who goes there?

when blood is their argument ? Now, if these K. HEN. A friend.

men do not die well, it will be a black matter for Will. Under what captain serve you?

the king that led them to it; who to disobey, K. Hen. Under sir Thomas* Erpingham. were against all proportion of subjection.

Will. A good old commander, and a most K. HEN. So, if a son, that is by his father sent kind gentleman: I pray you, what thinks he of about merchandise, do sinfully miscarry upon the our estate?

sea, the imputation of his wickedness, by your rule, K. Hen. Even as men wrecked upon a sand, should be imposed upon his father that sent him : that look to be washed off the next tide.

or if a servant, under his master's command, transBates. He hath not told his thought to the king ? porting a sum of money, be assailed by robbers,

K. Hen. No; nor it is not meet he should. and die in many irreconciled iniquities, you may For, though I speak it to you, I think the king is call the business of the master the author of the but a man, as I am : the violet smells to him, as servant's damnation. But this is not so: the king it doth to me; the element shows to him, as it is not bound to answer the particular endings of doth to me; all his senses have but human con- his seldiers, the father of his son, nor the master ditions ; his ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness of his servant; for they purpose not their death, he appears but a man ; and though his affections when they purpose their services. Besides, there are higher mounted than ours, yet, when they is no king, be his cause never so spotless, if it stoop, they stoop with the like wing; therefore come to the arbitrement of swords, can try it out when he sees reason of fears, as we do, his fears, with all unspotted soldiers : some, peradventure, out of doubt, be of the same relish as ours are : have on them the guilt of premeditated and conyet, in reason, no man should possess him with trived a murder; some, of beguiling virgins with the any appearance of fear, lest he, by showing it, broken seals of perjury; some, making the wars should dishearten his army.

their bulwark, that have before gored the gentle Bares. He may show what outward courage he bosom of peace with pillage and robbery. Now, will; but, I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he if these men have defeated the law, and outrun could wish himself in Thames up to the neck; and native punishment, though they can outstrip men, so I would he were, and I by him, at all adven- they have no wings to fly from God: war is his tures, so we were quit here.

beadle ; war is his vengeance ; so that here men K. HEN. By my troth, I will speak my con- are punished, for before-breach of the king's laws, science of the king; I think he would not wish in now the king's quarrel : where they feared the himself any where but where he is.

death, they have borne life away, and where they Bates. Then I would he were here alone; so would be safe, they perish : then if they die unshould he be sure to be ransomed, and a many provided, no more is the king guilty of their dampoor men's lives saved.

nation, than he was before guilty of those impieties K. Hen. I dare say, you love him not so ill, to for the which they are now visited. Every subwish him here alone, howsoever you speak this, to ject's duty is the king's, but every subject's soul is feel other men's minds: methinks, I could not die

Therefore should every soldier in the any where so contented, as in the king's company; wars do as every sick man in his bed,—wash every his cause being just, and his quarrel honourable. mote out of his conscience; and dying so, death WILL. That's more than we know.

is to him advantage; or not dying, the time was Bates. Ay, or more than we should seek after ; blessedly lost, wherein such preparation was gained: for we know enough, if we know we are the king's and in him that escapes, it were not sin to think, subjects: if his cause be wrong, our obedience to that making God so free an offer, he let him outthe king wipes the crime of it out of us.

live that day to see his greatness, and to teach Will. But if the cause be not good, the king others how they should prepare. himself hath a heavy reckoning to make, when all WILL. 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the those legs, and arms, and heads, chopped off in a ill upon his own head, the king is not to anbattle, shall join together at the latter day, and cry

swer it. all-We died at such a place; some swearing, Bates. I do not desire he should answer for some crying for a surgeon, some, upon their wives me,

and

yet I determine to fight lustily for him.

his own.

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(*) Old copy, John. a Contrived murder ;) Plotted, preconcerted murder. Thus, in

“Othello," Act I. Sc. 2:

" Yet do I hold it very stuff o'th' conscience,
To do no contriv'd murder."

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K. HEN. I myself heard the king say, he would No more can feel, but his own wringing ! not be ransomed.

What infinite heart's-ease must kings neglect, Will. Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheer- That private men enjoy ? fully; but, when our throats are cut, he may be And what have kings, that privates have not too, ransomed, and we ne'er the wiser.

Save ceremony, save general ceremony ? K. HEN. If I live to see it, I will never trust

And what art thou, thou idol ceremony ?* his word after.

What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more WILL. 'Mass,* you pay him then! That's a Of mortal griefs, than do thy worshippers ? perilous shot out of an elder-gun, that a poor and What are thy rents ? what are thy comings-in ? private displeasure can do against a monarch ! you O ceremony, show me but thy worth ! may as well go about to turn the sun to ice with What is thy soul, O adoration ? fanning in his face with a peacock's feather. You'll Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form, never trust his word after ! come, 'tis a foolish Creating awe and fear in other men ? saying.

Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd,
K. Hen. Your reproof is something too round; Than they in fearing.
I should be
angry with

you,
if the time were con-

What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, venient.

But poison'd flattery ? O, be sick, great greatness, Will. Let it be a quarrel between us, if

you And bid thy ceremony give thee cure ! live.

Think’st thou the fiery fever will go out K. HEN. I embrace it.

With titles blown from adulation ? Will. How shall I know thee again?

Will it give place to flexure and low bending ? K. HEN. Give me any gage of thine, and I will Can'st thou, when thou command’st the beggar's wear it in my bonnet; then, if ever thou darest acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel. Command the health of it? No, thou proud Will. Here's my glove; give me another of

dream, thine.

That play'st so subtly with a king's repose ; K. HEN. There.

I am a king, that find thee; and I know, WILL. This will I also wear in my cap; if ever 'Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball, thou come to me and say, after to-morrow, This is The sword, the mace, the crown imperial, my glove, by this hand, I will take thee a box on The intertissu'd robe of gold and pearl,

The farced title running 'fore the king, K. Hen. If ever I live to see it, I will challenge The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp it.

That beats

upon the high shore of this world, Will. Thou darest as well be hanged.

No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony, K. Hen. Well, I will do it, though I take thee Not all these, laid in bed majestical, in the king's company.

Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave, WILL. Keep thy word : fare thee well.

Who, with a body filld, and vacant mind, Bates. Be friends, you English fools, be friends; Gets him to rest, cramm’d with distressful bread; we have French quarrels enow, if

you

could tell Never sees horrid night, the child of hell; how to reckon.

But, like a lackey, from the rise to set, K. Hen. Indeed, the French may lay twenty Sweats in the eye of Phæbus, and all night French crowns to one, they will beat us; for they Sleeps in Elysium ; next day, after dawn, bear them on their shoulders : but it is no English Doth rise, and help Hyperion to his horse ; treason, to cut French crowns, and, to-morrow,

And follows so the ever-running year the king himself will be a clipper.

With profitable labour, to his grave:

[Exeunt Soldiers. And, but for ceremony, such a wretch, Upon the king ! let us our lives, our souls, Winding up days with toil, and nights with sleep, Our debts, our careful wives,

Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king. Our children, and our sins, lay on the king ;- The slave, a member of the country's peace, We must bear all.

Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots, O hard condition ! twin-born with greatness, What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace, Subject to the breath of every fool, whose sense Whose hours the peasant best advantages.

the ear.

(*) First folio omits, 'Mass. * Ceremony!) See note (C), p. 23. b What is thy soul, O adoration ?} The folio reads,

“What? is thy Soule of Odoration ? We adopt the easy emendation, proposed by Dr. Johnson, which

gives a clear and forcible meaning to what, in the original, is inexplicable.

c Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread ;) Mr. Collier's remorseless annotator substitutes, " distasteful bread." If any change were needed, "disrestful bread" would be more in Shake speare's manner; but" distressful bread," the hard fare of porerly, is strikingly expressive, and better than anything suggested in its stead.

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Enter ERPINGHAM.

Possess them not with fear ; take from them now

The sense of reck’ning, if a the opposed numbers ERP. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your Pluck their hearts from them !-Not to-day, O absence,

Lord, Seek through your camp to find you.

O, not to-day, think not upon the fault K. HEN.

Good old knight, My father made in compassing the crown! Collect them all together at my tent:

I Richard's body have interred new, I'll be before thee.

And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears, ERP.

I shall do't, my lord. [Exit. Than from it issued forced drops of blood. K. Hen. O God of battles ! steel my soldiers' Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay, hearts ;

Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up

Mr.

Take from them now
The sense of reck’ning, if the opposed numbers
Piuck their hearts from them !-- Not to-day, O Lord,

0, not to-day, think not upon the fault, &c.] In the second line, which the folio prints,

"The sense of reck’ning of th' opposed numbers :' VOL. II.

97

Tyrwhitt first suggested if for of;—the reading we adopt.
Singer and Mr. Knight exhibit the passage as follows:-

Take from them now
The sense of reckoning of the opposed numbers !
Pluck their hearts from them not to-day, O Lord,
O not to-day! Think not upon the fault," &c

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