K. HEN. 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. 75 K. HEN. This note doth tell me of ten thousand French That in the field lie slain of princes, in this number, 80 The rest are princes, barons, lords, knights, squires, 85 And gentlemen of blood and quality. The names of those their nobles that lie dead: Charles Delabreth, high Constable of France; Jacques of Chatillon, Admiral of France; The master of the cross-bows, Lord Rambures; Great-master of France, the brave Sir Guichard Dolphin ; The brother to the Duke of Burgundy, And Edward Duke of Bar: of lusty earls, 90 Grandpré and Roussi, Fauconberg and Foix, 95 [Herald presents another Paper. Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk, Sir Richard Ketley, Davy Gam, esquire: 100 None else of name; and of all other men But five-and-twenty. O God, Thy arm was here; Ascribe we all! When, without stratagem, 105 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, 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 God Which is His only. FLU. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell how many is killed? K. HEN. Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgment, That God fought for us. FLU. Yes, my conscience, He did us great good. K. HEN. Do we all holy rites ; Let there be "" sung Non nobis" and "Te Deum "; The dead with charity enclosed in clay : We'll then to Calais; and to England then; Where ne'er from France arrived more happy men. [Exeunt. 110 115 120 91 ACT Y. PROLOGUE. Enter CHORUS. CHOR. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story, I humbly pray them to admit the excuse Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouth'd sea, Quite from himself to God. But now behold, 15 20 The mayor and all his brethren in best sort, Were now the general of our gracious empress, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him! much more, and much more cause Did they this Harry. Now in London place him ;- 35 Invites the King of England's stay at home; The emperor's coming in behalf of France, All the occurrences, whatever chanced, 40 There must we bring him; and myself have play'd 45 [Exit. SCENE I. France. The English Camp. Enter FLUELLEN and Gower. Gow. Nay, that's right; but why wear you your leek today? Saint Davy's day is past. FLU. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things: I will tell you, asse my friend, Captain Gower: the rascally, scald, beggarly, pragging knave, Pistol, which 5 you and yourself, and all the world, know to be no petter than a fellow, look you now, of no merits, he is come to me, and brings me pread and salt yesterday, look you, and bid me eat my leek: it was in a place where I could not breed |