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.

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K. HEN. 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:
So that, in these ten thousand they have lost,
There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries;

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The rest are princes, barons, lords, knights, squires,

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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 ;
John Duke of Alençon, Anthony, Duke of Brabant,

The brother to the Duke of Burgundy,

And Edward Duke of Bar: of lusty earls,

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Grandpré 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?

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[Herald presents another Paper.

Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk,

Sir Richard Ketley, Davy Gam, esquire:

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None else 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,

Ascribe we all! When, without stratagem,

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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.

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ACT Y.

PROLOGUE.

Enter CHORUS.

CHOR. Vouchsafe 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
Toward Calais: grant him there; there seen,
Heave him away upon your winged thoughts
Athwart the sea. 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: so let him land,
And solemnly see him set on to London.
So swift a pace hath thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Blackheath;
Where that his lords desire 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, signal and ostent

Quite from himself to God. But now behold,
In the quick forge and working-house of thought,
How London doth pour out her citizens !

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The mayor
Like to the senators of the antique Rome,
With the plebeians swarming at their heels,
Go forth and fetch their conquering Cæsar in:
As, by a lower but loving likelihood,

and all his brethren in best sort,

Were now the general of our gracious empress,
As in good time he may, from Ireland coming,
Bringing rebellion broached on his sword,

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 ;-
As yet the lamentation of the French

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Invites the King of England's stay at home;

The emperor's coming in behalf of France,
To order peace between them; and omit

All the occurrences, whatever chanced,
Till Harry's back return again to France :

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There must we bring him; and myself have play'd
The interim, by remembering you 'tis past.
Then brook abridgment, and your eyes advance,
After your thoughts, straight back again to France.

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[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