Exeunt SCENE VI. Another part of the field. Alarums. Enter KING HENRY and forces, EXETER, and others KING HENRY V Well have we done, thrice valiant countrymen:
But all's not done; yet keep the French the field. EXETER The Duke of York commends him to your majesty. KING HENRY V Lives he, good uncle? thrice within this hour I saw him down; thrice up again and fighting;From helmet to the spur all blood he was. EXETER In which array, brave soldier, doth he lie, Larding the plain; and by his bloody side, Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds, The noble Earl of Suffolk also lies.
Suffolk first died: and York, all haggled over, Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd, And takes him by the beard; kisses the gashes That bloodily did spawn upon his face;And cries aloud 'Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk!
My soul shall thine keep company to heaven;Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly abreast, As in this glorious and well-foughten field We kept together in our chivalry!'
Upon these words I came and cheer'd him up:
He smiled me in the face, raught me his hand, And, with a feeble gripe, says 'Dear my lord, Commend my service to me sovereign.'
So did he turn and over Suffolk's neck He threw his wounded arm and kiss'd his lips;And so espoused to death, with blood he seal'd A testament of noble-ending love.
The pretty and sweet manner of it forced Those waters from me which I would have stopp'd;But I had not so much of man in me, And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears. KING HENRY V I blame you not;For, hearing this, I must perforce compound With mistful eyes, or they will issue too.
Alarum But, hark! what new alarum is this same?
The French have reinforced their scatter'd men:
Then every soldier kill his prisoners:
Give the word through.
Exeunt SCENE VII. Another part of the field. Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER FLUELLEN 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 offer't; in your conscience, now, is it not? GOWER 'Tis certain there's not a boy left alive;and the cowardly rascals that ran from the battle ha' 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 his prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a gallant king! FLUELLEN Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, Captain Gower.
What call you the town's name where Alexander the Pig was born! GOWER Alexander the Great. FLUELLEN 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. GOWER I think Alexander the Great was born in Macedon; his father was called Philip of Macedon, as I take it. FLUELLEN I think it is in Macedon where Alexander is porn. Itell you, captain, if you look in the maps of the 'orld, I warrant you sall 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 alike 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 little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and his angers, look you, kill his best friend, Cleitus. GOWER Our king is not like him in that: he never killed any of his friends. FLUELLEN It is not well done, mark you now take the tales out of my mouth, ere it is made and finished. I speak but in the figures and comparisons of it: as Alexander killed his friend Cleitus, being in his ales and his cups; so also Harry Monmouth, being in his right wits and his good judgments, turned away the fat knight with the great belly-doublet: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks; I have forgot his name. GOWER Sir John Falstaff. FLUELLEN That is he: I'll tell you there is good men porn at Monmouth. GOWER Here comes his majesty.
Alarum. Enter KING HENRY, and forces; WARWICK, GLOUCESTER, EXETER, and others KING HENRY V 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 neither, we will come to them, And make them skirr 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 Shall taste our mercy. Go and tell them so.
Enter MONTJOY EXETER Here comes the herald of the French, my liege. GLOUCESTER His eyes are humbler than they used to be. KING HENRY V How now! what means this, herald? know'st thou not That I have fined these bones of mine for ransom?
Comest thou again for ransom? MONTJOY No, great king:
I come to thee for charitable licence, That we may wander o'er this bloody field To look our dead, and then to bury them;To sort our nobles from our common men.
For many of our princes--woe the while!--Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood;So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs In blood of princes; and their wounded steeds Fret fetlock deep in gore and with wild rage Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters, Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king, To view the field in safety and dispose Of their dead bodies! KING HENRY V I tell thee truly, herald, I know not if the day be ours or no;For yet a many of your horsemen peer And gallop o'er the field. MONTJOY The day is yours. KING HENRY V Praised be God, and not our strength, for it!
