R.H.
Flu.
Heaven's will and pleasure, captain, I peseech you
now, come apace to the king: there is more goot toward
you peradventure than is in your knowledge to dream of.
Will.
Sir, know you this glove?
Flu. (C.)
Know the glove! I know, the glove is a glove.
Will. (R.C.)
I know this; and thus I challenge it.
[Strikes him.
Flu.
'Sblud, an arrant traitor as any's in the universal
'orld, or in France, or in England!
Gow. (L.C.)
How now, sir! you villain!
Will.
Do you think I'll be forsworn?
Flu.
Stand away, Captain Gower; I will give treason his
payment in plows, I warrant you.
Will.
I am no traitor.
Flu.
That's a lie in thy throat.—I charge you in his
majesty's name, apprehend him: he's a friend of the duke
Alençon's.
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Enter Warwick and Gloster,(P)8Q0084 R.H.
Glos. (crosses to C.)
How now, how now! what's the
matter?
Flu.
My lord of Gloster, here is (praised be Heaven
for it!) a most contagious treason come to light, look you,
as you shall desire in a summer's day. Here is his majesty.
Enter King Henry, Exeter, and others, U.E.L.H.
K. Hen. (coming down centre.)
How now! what's the
matter?
Flu. (L.H.)
My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that,
look your grace, has struck the glove which your majesty is
take out of the helmet of Alençon.
Will. (R.C.)
My liege, this was my glove; here is the fellow
of it; and he that I gave it to in change promised to wear it
in his cap: I promised to strike him, if he did: I met this
man with my glove in his cap, and I have been as good as
my word.
Flu.
Your majesty hear now (saving your majesty's
manhood) what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lowsy knave
it is: I hope, your majesty is pear me testimony, and witness,
and avouchments, that this is the glove of Alençon,
that your majesty is give me, in your conscience, now.
K. Hen.
Give me thy glove, soldier: Look, here is the
fellow of it. 'Twas I, indeed, thou promised'st to strike;
and thou hast given me most bitter terms.
[Williams falls on his knee.
Flu.
An please your majesty, let his neck answer for it,
if there is any martial law in the 'orld.
K. Hen.
How can'st thou make me satisfaction?
Will.
All offences, my liege, come from the heart: never
came any from mine, that might offend your majesty.
K. Hen.
It was ourself thou didst abuse.
Will.
Your majesty came not like yourself: you appeared
to me but as a common man; witness the night, your garments,
your lowliness; and what your highness suffered
under that shape, I beseech you, take it for your own fault,
and not mine: for had you been as I took you for, I made
no offence; therefore, I beseech your highness, pardon me.
K. Hen.
Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns,
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And give it to this fellow.—(Williams rises.) Keep it, fellow;
And wear it for an honour in thy cap
Till I do challenge it.—Give him the crowns:—
And, captain, you must needs be friends with him.
[The King goes up the stage with Exeter, Bedford, and Gloster.
Flu.
By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle
enough in his pelly.—Hold, there is twelve pence for you;
and I pray you to serve Heaven, and keep you out of prawls,
and prabbles, and quarrels, and dissensions, and, I warrant
you, it is the petter for you.
Will.
I will none of your money.
Flu.
It is with a goot will; I can tell you, it will serve
you to mend your shoes: Come, wherefore should you be
so pashful? your shoes is not so goot: 'tis a goot silling, I
warrant you, or I will change it.
[Exit Williams, R.H.
Enter English Herald, R.H.
K. Hen. (coming down C.)
Now, herald, are the dead number'd?
[Herald uncovers, kneels, and delivers papers.
The King gives one paper to Exeter.
K. Hen. (C.)
What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle?
Exe. (L.C.)
Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the king;
John duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt:
Of other lords and barons, knights and 'squires,
Full fifteen hundred, besides common men.
K. Hen. (C.)
This note doth tell me of ten thousand French
That in the field lie slain: of princes, in this number,
And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
One hundred twenty-six: added to these,
Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen,
Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which,
Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights:32 note
So that, in these ten thousand they have lost,
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There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries:33 note
The rest are—princes, barons, lords, knights, 'squires,
And gentlemen of blood and quality.
Here was a royal fellowship of death!—(Q)8Q0085
What is the number of our English dead?
Exe. (L.C.)
Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk,
Sir Richard Ketley, Davy Gam, esquire:
None else of name; and of all other men
But five and twenty.
K. Hen.
O Heaven, thy arm was here;
And not to us, but to thy arm alone,
Ascribe we all! When, without stratagem,
But in plain shock and even play of battle,
Was ever known so great and little loss
On one part and on the other?—Take it, Heaven,
For it is only thine!
[[Returns papers to Herald, who rises and stands L.
Exe.
'Tis wonderful!
K. Hen.
Come, go we in procession to the village:
And be it death proclaimed through our host
To boast of this, or take that praise from Heaven
Which is his only.
Flu. (R.C.)
Is it not lawful, and please your majesty, to tell
how many is killed?
K. Hen. (up the stage C.)
Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgment,
That Heaven fought for us.
Flu.
Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot.
K. Hen.
Do we all holy rites:(R)8Q0086
[The curtains of the Royal Pavilion are drawn aside, and discover an Altar and Priests.
Let there be sung Non nobis and Te Deum;
The dead with charity enclos'd in clay:
We'll then to Calais; and to England then;
Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men.
[Organ music; all kneel, and join in Song of Thanksgiving.
END OF ACT FOUR.
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Charles Kean [1859], Shakespeare's play of King Henry the Fifth, arranged for representation at the Princess's Theatre, with historical and explanatory notes, by Charles Kean, F.S.A., as first performed On Monday, March 28th, 1859 (Printed by John K. Chapman and Co. [etc.], London) [word count] [S35800].
