Kin.

How now! what's the matter?

Flu.

My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, look your grace, has strook ^note the glove which your majesty is take out of the helmet of Alenson.

Wil.

My liege, that was ^note my glove, here is † the fellow of it: and he, that I gave it to in change, promis'd to wear it in his cap; I promis'd 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, lousy, knave it is: I hope, your majesty is pear me testimony, and witness ^note, and avouchments ^note, that this is the glove of Alenson, that your majesty is give me, in your conscience now.

Kin.
Give me thy glove, soldier;14Q0761 Look, here is † the fellow of it:
'Twas I, ^note indeed, thou promised'st to strike;

And thou hast given me most bitter terms ^note.

Flu.

An please your majesty, let his neck answer for it, if there is any martial law in in the 'orld.

Kin.

How canst thou make me satisfaction?

Wil.

All offences, my liege, ^note come from the heart: never came any from mine, that might offend your majesty.

Kin.

It was ourself thou didst abuse.

Wil.

Your majesty came not like yourself: you appear'd to me but as a common man; witness the night, your garments, your lowliness; and what your highness suffer'd under that shape, I beseech you, take it for your own fault, and not mine: for had you been ^note as I took you for, I made no offence; therefore, I beseech your highness, pardon me.

Kin.
Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove &dagger2; with crowns,
And give it to this fellow.—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.

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 Got, and keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, and dissentions, and, I warrant you, it is the petter for you.

Wil.

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.

Kin.
Now, herald; are the dead number'd?

Her.
Here is the number of the slaughter'd French. [kneeling, and delivering Papers.

Kin.
What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle?

Exe.
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.

Kin.
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 dub'd knights:
So that, in these ten thousand they have lost,
There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries;
The rest are—princes, barons, lords, knights, 'squires,
And gentlemen of blood and quality.
The names of those their nobles that lie dead,—
Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France;
Jaques of Chatillion, admiral of France;
The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures;
Great-master of France, the brave sir Guischard Dolphin;
John duke of Alenson ^note; Antony ^note duke of Brabant,
The brother to the duke of Burgundy;
And Edward duke of Bar: of lusty earls,
Grandprée, and Roussi, Fauconberg, and Foix,
Beaumont, and Marle, Vaudemont, and Lestrale.
Here was a royal fellowship of death!—
Where is the number of our English dead?— [Herald shews him another Paper.
Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk,

Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam esquire,
None else of name; and, of all other men,
But five and twenty.—O God, ^note 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, God,
For it is only thine.

Exe.
'Tis wonderful!

Kin.
Come, go we ^note in procession to the village:
And be it death proclaimed through our host,
To boast of this, or take that praise from God,
Which is his only.

Flu.

Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell how many is kill'd?

Kin.
Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgment,
That God fought for us.

Flu.
Yes, my ^note conscience, he did us great goot.

Kin.
Do we all holy rites;
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 ^note;
Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happier men ^note. [Flourish. Exeunt.

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