And those that leave their valiant bones in France, Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills, They shall be famed; for there the sun shall greet them, And draw their honours reeking up to heaven;Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime, The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France.
Mark then abounding valour in our English, That being dead, like to the bullet's grazing, Break out into a second course of mischief, Killing in relapse of mortality.
Let me speak proudly: tell the constable We are but warriors for the working-day;Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirch'd With rainy marching in the painful field;There's not a piece of feather in our host--Good argument, I hope, we will not fly--
And time hath worn us into slovenry:
But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim;And my poor soldiers tell me, yet ere night They'll be in fresher robes, or they will pluck The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads And turn them out of service. If they do this,--As, if God please, they shall,--my ransom then Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour;Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald:
They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints;Which if they have as I will leave 'em them, Shall yield them little, tell the constable. MONTJOY I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well:
Thou never shalt hear herald any more.
Exit KING HENRY V I fear thou'lt once more come again for ransom.
Enter YORK YORK My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg The leading of the vaward. KING HENRY V Take it, brave York. Now, soldiers, march away:
And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!
Exeunt SCENE IV. The field of battle. Alarum. Excursions. Enter PISTOL, French Soldier, and Boy PISTOL Yield, cur! French Soldier Je pense que vous etes gentilhomme de bonne qualite. PISTOL Qualtitie calmie custure me! Art thou a gentleman?
what is thy name? discuss. French Soldier O Seigneur Dieu! PISTOL O, Signieur Dew should be a gentleman:
Perpend my words, O Signieur Dew, and mark;O Signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox, Except, O signieur, thou do give to me Egregious ransom. French Soldier O, prenez misericorde! ayez pitie de moi! PISTOL Moy shall not serve; I will have forty moys;Or I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat In drops of crimson blood. French Soldier Est-il impossible d'echapper la force de ton bras? PISTOL Brass, cur!
Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat, Offer'st me brass? French Soldier O pardonnez moi! PISTOL Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys?
Come hither, boy: ask me this slave in French What is his name. Boy Ecoutez: comment etes-vous appele? French Soldier Monsieur le Fer. Boy He says his name is Master Fer. PISTOL Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk him, and ferret him: discuss the same in French unto him. Boy I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and firk. PISTOL Bid him prepare; for I will cut his throat. French Soldier Que dit-il, monsieur? Boy Il me commande de vous dire que vous faites vous pret; car ce soldat ici est dispose tout a cette heure de couper votre gorge. PISTOL Owy, cuppele gorge, permafoy, Peasant, unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns;Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword. French Soldier O, je vous supplie, pour l'amour de Dieu, me pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison:
gardez ma vie, et je vous donnerai deux cents ecus. PISTOL What are his words? Boy He prays you to save his life: he is a gentleman of a good house; and for his ransom he will give you two hundred crowns. PISTOL Tell him my fury shall abate, and I the crowns will take. French Soldier Petit monsieur, que dit-il? Boy Encore qu'il est contre son jurement de pardonner aucun prisonnier, neanmoins, pour les ecus que vous l'avez promis, il est content de vous donner la liberte, le franchisement. French Soldier Sur mes genoux je vous donne mille remercimens;et je m'estime heureux que je suis tombe entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave, vaillant, et tres distingue seigneur d'Angleterre. PISTOL Expound unto me, boy. Boy He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand thanks; and he esteems himself happy that he hath fallen into the hands of one, as he thinks, the most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of England. PISTOL As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.
Follow me! Boy Suivez-vous le grand capitaine.
Exeunt PISTOL, and French Soldier I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.' Bardolph and Nym had ten times more valour than this roaring devil i'
the old play, that every one may pare his nails with a wooden dagger; and they are both hanged; and so would this be, if he durst steal any thing adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys, with the luggage of our camp: the French might have a good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none to guard it but boys.
Exit SCENE V. Another part of the field. Enter Constable, ORLEANS, BOURBON, DAUPHIN, and RAMBURES Constable O diable! ORLEANS O seigneur! le jour est perdu, tout est perdu! DAUPHIN Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes. O merchante fortune!
Do not run away.
A short alarum Constable Why, all our ranks are broke. DAUPHIN O perdurable shame! let's stab ourselves.
Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for? ORLEANS Is this the king we sent to for his ransom? BOURBON Shame and eternal shame, nothing but shame!
Let us die in honour: once more back again;And he that will not follow Bourbon now, Let him go hence, and with his cap in hand, Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog, His fairest daughter is contaminated. Constable Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now!
Let us on heaps go offer up our lives. ORLEANS We are enow yet living in the field To smother up the English in our throngs, If any order might be thought upon. BOURBON The devil take order now! I'll to the throng:
Let life be short; else shame will be too long.
