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Dau. O perdurable* shame!-let's stab ourselves. Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for?
Orl. Is this the king we sent to for his ransome?
Con. Disorder, that haths poil'd us, friend us now!
Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, To smother up the English in our throngs, If any order might be thought upon. Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the
throng ; Let life be short; else, shame will be too long,
Another part of the field.
Alarums. Enter King Henry and forces; Exeter,
K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant coun.
tryinen: But all's not done, yet keep the French the field. Exe. The duke of York commends him to your
majesty. K. Hen. Lives be, good uncle? thrice, within
t i, e. Who has no more gentility.
I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting;
Exe. In which array (brave soldier) doth he lie,
I blame you not; For, hearing this, I must perforce compound With mistful eyes, or they will issue too.
(Alärum. But, hark! what new alarum is this same The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd men Then every soldier kill his prisoners; Give the word through.
Another part of the field.
Alamıms. Enter Fluellen and Gower.
Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis expressly against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be offered, in the ?orld: In your conscience now, is it not?
Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; aud the cowardly rascals, that ran from the battle, have done this slaughter: besides, they have burned and carried away all that was in the king's tent; wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused every soldier to cut bis prisoner's throat. 0, 'tis a gallant king!
Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain Gower: What call you the town's name where Alexander the pig was born?
Gow. Alexander the great.
Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? The pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the phrase is a little variations.
Gow. I think, Alexander the great was born in Macedon; his father was called-Philip of Macedon, as I take it.
Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where Alexander is poro. I tell you, captain, If you look in the maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations, look you, is both alike. There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth; it is called Wye, at Monmouth: but it is out of my prains, what is the name of the other
river; but 'tis all one, 'tis so like as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both. If you mark Alexander's life well, Harry of Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent well; for there is figures in all things. Alexander (God knows, and you know), in his rages, and his furies, and his wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and his displeasures, and his indignations, and also being a lit. tle intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and his angers, look you, kill his pest friend, Clytus.
Gow. Our king is not like him in that: he nerer killed any of his friends.
Flu. It is not well done, mark you vow, to take tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and finished. I speak but in the figures and comparisons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, being in his ales and his cups; so also Harry Monmouth, in right wits and his goot judgements, is turn away the fat knight with the great pelly.doublet: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks; I am forget his name.
Gow. Sir John Falstaff.
Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there is goot men born at Monmouth.
Gow. Here comes his majesty. Alarum. Enter King Henry, with a part of the
English forces; Warwick, Gloster, Exeter, and
others. • K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to France Until this instant.--Take a trumpet, herald ; Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill; If they will fight with us, bid them come down, Or void the field; they do offend our sight: If they'll do peither, we will come to them ; Avd make them skirro away, as swift as stones Enforced from the old Assyrian slings : Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have;
And not a man of them, that we shall take,
Ere, Here comes the herald of the French, my
liege. Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be. K. Hen. How now, what means this, berald?
know'st thou not, That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ransome? Com'st thou again for ransome? Mont.
No, great king:
I tell thee truly, herald,
The day is yours.
Mont. They call it--Agincourt.
Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't please your majesty, and your great-uncle Edward