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it!) a moft contagious treason come to light, look you, as you shall defire in a fummer's day. Here is his majesty.

Enter King HENRY and EXETER.

K. Hen. How now! what's the matter?

Flu. My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, look your grace, has ftruck the glove which your majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon.

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Will. 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 majefty hear now, (faving your majesty's manhood,) what an arrant, rafcally, beggarly, lowly knave it is I hope, your majefty is pear me teftimony, and witness, and avouchments, that this is the glove of Alençon, that your majesty is give me, in your con. science now.

K. Hen. Give me thy glove, foldier; Look, here is the fellow of it. 'Twas I, indeed, thou promised it to strike; and thou haft given me most bitter terms.

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

K. Hen. How canft thou make me fatisfaction?

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 majefty came not like yourself: you ap pear'd to me but as a common man; witness the night, your garments, your lowlinefs; and what your highness fuffer'd under that shape, I beseech you, take it for your

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own fault, and not mine: for had you been as I took you for, I made no offence; therefore, I beseech your highnefs, pardon me.

K. Hen. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove 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 ferve Got, and keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, and diffenfions, 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 foes: Come, wherefore fhould you be so pashful? your fhoes is not fo goot: 'tis a goot filling, I warrant you, or I will change it.

Enter an English Herald.

K. Hen. Now, herald; are the dead number'd?
Her. Here is the number of the slaughter'd French.

[Delivers a paper.

K. Hen. What prisoners of good fort 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 'fquires,
Full fifteen hundred, befides common men.

K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand French,
That in the field lie flain: of princes, in this number,
And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
One hundred twenty-fix: added to these,

Of knights, efquires, and gallant gentlemen,

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Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which,
Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights:
So that, in these ten thousand they have loft,
There are but fixteen hundred mercenaries;

The reft are-princes, barons, lords, knights, 'fquires,
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 Chatillon, admiral of France;

The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures;

Great-master of France, the brave fir Guischard Dauphin;

John duke of Alençon; Antony duke of Brabant,

The brother to the duke of Burgundy;

And Edward duke of Bar: of lufty earls,

Grandpré, and Rouffi, Fauconberg, and Foix,
Beaumont, and Marle, Vaudemont, and Leftrale.
Here was a royal fellowship of death !-

Where is the number of our English dead?

[Herald prefents another paper.

Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk,
Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam, efquire:
None elfe of name; and, of all other men,
But five and twenty. O God, thy arm was here,
And not to us, but to thy arm alone,
Afcribe we all.-When, without ftratagem,
But in plain shock, and even play of battle,
Was ever known fo great and little loss,

On one part and on the other?-Take it, God,
For it is only thine!

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K. Hen. Come, go we in proceffion to the village: And be it death proclaimed through our host,

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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?

K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgement,

That God fought for us.

Flu. Yes, my confcience, he did us great goot.

K. Hen. Do we all holy rites;

Let there be fung 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.

[Exeunt.

ACT

ACT V.

Enter CHORUS.

Chor. Vouchfafe to those that have not read the story,
That I may prompt them: and of such as have,
I humbly pray them to admit the excuse
Of time, of numbers, and due course of things,
Which cannot in their huge and proper life
Be here presented. Now we bear the king
Towards Calais: grant him there; there seen,
Heave him away upon your winged thoughts,
Athwart the fea: Behold, the English beach
Pales in the flood with men, with wives, and boys,
Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouth'd sea,
Which, like a mighty whiffler 'fore the king,
Seems to prepare his way: fo let him land;
And, folemnly, fee him fet on to London.
So fwift a pace hath thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Blackheath:
Where that his lords defire him, to have borne
His bruised helmet, and his bended sword,
Before him, through the city: he forbids it,
Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride;
Giving full trophy, fignal, and oftent,

Quite from himself, to God. But now behold,
In the quick forge and workinghouse of thought,
How London doth pour out her citizens !
The mayor, and all his brethren, in best sort,-
Like to the fenators of the antique Rome,
With the plebeians fwarming at their heels,-

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