Act IV, Scene 1
Agincourt. The English camp.
- Enter the King, Bedford, and Gloucester.
King Henry the Fifth1 - 15
- Gloucester, ’tis true that we are in great danger,
- The greater therefore should our courage be.
- Good morrow, brother Bedford. God Almighty!
- There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
- Would men observingly distill it out;
- For our bad neighbor makes us early stirrers,
- Which is both healthful and good husbandry.
- Besides, they are our outward consciences
- And preachers to us all, admonishing
- That we should dress us fairly for our end.
- Thus may we gather honey from the weed,
- And make a moral of the devil himself.
- Enter Erpingham.
- Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham.
- A good soft pillow for that good white head
- Were better than a churlish turf of France.
Sir Thomas Erpingham16 - 17
- Not so, my liege, this lodging likes me better,
- Since I may say, “Now lie I like a king.”
King Henry the Fifth18 - 27
- ’Tis good for men to love their present pains
- Upon example; so the spirit is eased;
- And when the mind is quick’ned, out of doubt,
- The organs, though defunct and dead before,
- Break up their drowsy grave, and newly move
- With casted slough and fresh legerity.
- Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas. Brothers both,
- Commend me to the princes in our camp;
- Do my good morrow to them, and anon
- Desire them all to my pavilion.
Duke of Gloucester28
- We shall, my liege.
Sir Thomas Erpingham29
- Shall I attend your Grace?
King Henry the Fifth30 - 33
- No, my good knight;
- Go with my brothers to my lords of England.
- I and my bosom must debate a while,
- And then I would no other company.
Sir Thomas Erpingham34
- The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry!
- Exeunt all but the King.
King Henry the Fifth35
- God-a-mercy, old heart, thou speak’st cheerfully.
- Enter Pistol.
- Qui vous là?
King Henry the Fifth37
- A friend.
Pistol38 - 39
- Discuss unto me, art thou officer,
- Or art thou base, common, and popular?
King Henry the Fifth40
- I am a gentleman of a company.
- Trail’st thou the puissant pike?
King Henry the Fifth42
- Even so. What are you?
- As good a gentleman as the Emperor.
King Henry the Fifth44
- Then you are a better than the King.
Pistol45 - 49
- The King’s a bawcock, and a heart of gold,
- A lad of life, an imp of fame,
- Of parents good, of fist most valiant.
- I kiss his dirty shoe, and from heart-string
- I love the lovely bully. What is thy name?
King Henry the Fifth50
- Harry le Roy.
- Le Roy? A Cornish name. Art thou of Cornish crew?
King Henry the Fifth52
- No, I am a Welshman.
- Know’st thou Fluellen?
King Henry the Fifth54
Pistol55 - 56
- Tell him I’ll knock his leek about his pate
- Upon Saint Davy’s day.
King Henry the Fifth57 - 58
- Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, lest he
- knock that about yours.
- Art thou his friend?
King Henry the Fifth60
- And his kinsman too.
- The figo for thee then!
King Henry the Fifth62
- I thank you. God be with you!
- My name is Pistol call’d.
King Henry the Fifth64
- It sorts well with your fierceness.
- Manet King to one side.
- Enter Fluellen and Gower.
- Captain Fluellen!
Fluellen66 - 74
- So! In the name of Jesu Christ, speak fewer. It is the
- greatest admiration in the universal world, when the true
- and aunchient prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not kept.
- If you would take the pains but to examine the wars of
- Pompey the Great, you shall find, I warrant you, that there
- is no tiddle taddle nor pibble babble in Pompey’s camp. I
- warrant you, you shall find the ceremonies of the wars, and
- the cares of it, and the forms of it, and the sobriety of
- it, and the modesty of it, to be otherwise.
- Why, the enemy is loud, you hear him all night.
Fluellen76 - 79
- If the enemy is an ass and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, is
- it meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an ass
- and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, in your own conscience
- I will speak lower.
- I pray you, and beseech you, that you will.
- Exit with Gower.
King Henry the Fifth82 - 83
- Though it appear a little out of fashion,
- There is much care and valor in this Welshman.
- Enter three soldiers, John Bates, Alexander Court, and
- Michael Williams.
Court84 - 85
- Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks
Bates86 - 87
- I think it be; but we have no great cause to desire the
- approach of day.
Williams88 - 89
- We see yonder the beginning of the day, but I think we shall
- never see the end of it. Who goes there?
King Henry the Fifth90
- A friend.
- Under what captain serve you?
King Henry the Fifth92
- Under Sir Thomas Erpingham.
Williams93 - 94
- A good old commander and a most kind gentleman. I pray you,
- what thinks he of our estate?
King Henry the Fifth95 - 96
- Even as men wrack’d upon a sand, that look to be wash’d off
- the next tide.
- He hath not told his thought to the King?
King Henry the Fifth98 - 108
- No; nor it is not meet he should. For though I speak it to
- you, I think the King is but a man, as I am. The violet
- smells to him as it doth to me; the element shows to him as
- it doth to me; all his senses have but human conditions. His
- ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man;
- and though his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet
- when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing. Therefore,
- when he sees reason of fears, as we do, his fears, out of
- doubt, be of the same relish as ours are; yet in reason, no
- man should possess him with any appearance of fear, lest he,
- by showing it, should dishearten his army.
Bates109 - 112
- He may show what outward courage he will; but I believe, as
- cold a night as ’tis, he could wish himself in Thames up to
- the neck; and so I would he were, and I by him, at all
- adventures, so we were quit here.
King Henry the Fifth113 - 114
- By my troth, I will speak my conscience of the King: I think
- he would not wish himself any where but where he is.
Bates115 - 116
- Then I would he were here alone; so should he be sure to be
- ransom’d, and a many poor men’s lives sav’d.
King Henry the Fifth117 - 120
- I dare say you love him not so ill to wish him here alone,
- howsoever you speak this to feel other men’s minds. Methinks
- I could not die any where so contented as in the King’s
- company, his cause being just and his quarrel honorable.
- That’s more than we know.
Bates122 - 125
- Ay, or more than we should seek after; for we know enough,
- if we know we are the King’s subjects. If his cause be
- wrong, our obedience to the King wipes the crime of it out
- of us.
Williams126 - 137
- But if the cause be not good, the King himself hath a heavy
- reckoning to make, when all those legs, and arms, and heads,
- chopp’d off in a battle, shall join together at the latter
- day and cry all, “We died at such a place”—some swearing,
- some crying for a surgeon, some upon their wives left poor
- behind them, some upon the debts they owe, some upon their
- children rawly left. I am afeard there are few die well that
- die in a battle; for how can they charitably dispose of any
- thing, when blood is their argument? Now, if these men do
- not die well, it will be a black matter for the King that
- led them to it; who to disobey were against all proportion
- of subjection.
King Henry the Fifth138 - 172
- So, if a son that is by his father sent about merchandise do
- sinfully miscarry upon the sea, the imputation of his
- wickedness, by your rule, should be impos’d upon his father
- that sent him; or if a servant, under his master’s command
- transporting a sum of money, be assail’d by robbers and die
- in many irreconcil’d iniquities, you may call the business
- of the master the author of the servant’s damnation. But
- this is not so. The King is not bound to answer the
- particular endings of his soldiers, the father of his son,
- nor the master of his servant; for they purpose not their
- death when they purpose their services. Besides, there is no
- king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to the
- arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all unspotted
- soldiers. Some, peradventure, have on them the guilt of
- premeditated and contriv’d murder; some, of beguiling
- virgins with the broken seals of perjury; some, making the
- wars their bulwark, that have before gor’d the gentle bosom
- of peace with pillage and robbery. Now, if these men have
- defeated the law and outrun native punishment, though they
- can outstrip men, they have no wings to fly from God. War is
- his beadle, war is his vengeance; so that here men are
- punish’d for before-breach of the King’s laws in now the
- King’s quarrel. Where they fear’d the death, they have borne
- life away; and where they would be safe, they perish. Then
- if they die unprovided, no more is the King guilty of their
- damnation than he was before guilty of those impieties for
- the which they are now visited. Every subject’s duty is the
- King’s, but every subject’s soul is his own. Therefore
- should every soldier in the wars do as every sick man in his
- bed, wash every mote out of his conscience; and dying so,
- death is to him advantage; or not dying, the time was
- blessedly lost wherein such preparation was gain’d; and in
- him that escapes, it were not sin to think that making God
- so free an offer, He let him outlive that day to see His
- greatness and to teach others how they should prepare.
Williams173 - 174
- ’Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill upon his own
- head, the King is not to answer it.
Bates175 - 176
- I do not desire he should answer for me, and yet I determine
- to fight lustily for him.
King Henry the Fifth177
- I myself heard the King say he would not be ransom’d.
Williams178 - 179
- Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheerfully; but when our
- throats are cut, he may be ransom’d, and we ne’er the wiser.
King Henry the Fifth180
- If I live to see it, I will never trust his word after.
Williams181 - 186
- You pay him then. That’s a perilous shot out of an
- elder-gun, that a poor and a private displeasure can do
- against a monarch! You may as well go about to turn the sun
- to ice with fanning in his face with a peacock’s feather.
- You’ll never trust his word after! Come, ’tis a foolish
King Henry the Fifth187 - 188
- Your reproof is something too round, I should be angry with
- you, if the time were convenient.
- Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live.
King Henry the Fifth190
- I embrace it.
- How shall I know thee again?
King Henry the Fifth192 - 194
- Give me any gage of thine, and I will wear it in my bonnet;
- then if ever thou dar’st acknowledge it, I will make it my
- Here’s my glove; give me another of thine.
King Henry the Fifth196
Williams197 - 199
- This will I also wear in my cap. If ever thou come to me and
- say, after tomorrow, “This is my glove,” by this hand I will
- take thee a box on the ear.
King Henry the Fifth200
- If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it.
- Thou dar’st as well be hang’d.
King Henry the Fifth202 - 203
- Well, I will do it, though I take thee in the King’s
- Keep thy word; fare thee well.
Bates205 - 206
- Be friends, you English fools, be friends, we have French
- quarrels now, if you could tell how to reckon.
King Henry the Fifth207 - 265
- Indeed the French may lay twenty French crowns to one they
- will beat us, for they bear them on their shoulders; but it
- is no English treason to cut French crowns, and tomorrow the
- King himself will be a clipper.
- Exeunt Soldiers.
- Upon the King! Let us our lives, our souls,
- Our debts, our careful wives,
- Our children, and our sins lay on the King!
- We must bear all. O hard condition,
- Twin-born with greatness, subject to the breath
- Of every fool whose sense no more can feel
- But his own wringing! What infinite heart’s ease
- Must kings neglect, that private men enjoy!
- And what have kings, that privates have not too,
- Save ceremony, save general ceremony?
- And what art thou, thou idol Ceremony?
- What kind of god art thou, that suffer’st more
- Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers?
- What are thy rents? What are thy comings-in?
- O Ceremony, show me but thy worth!
- What is thy soul of adoration?
- Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form,
- Creating awe and fear in other men?
- Wherein thou art less happy, being fear’d,
- Than they in fearing.
- What drink’st thou oft, in stead of homage sweet,
- But poison’d flattery? O, be sick, great greatness,
- And bid thy ceremony give thee cure!
- Thinks thou the fiery fever will go out
- With titles blown from adulation?
- Will it give place to flexure and low bending?
- Canst thou, when thou command’st the beggar’s knee,
- Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream,
- That play’st so subtilly with a king’s repose.
- I am a king that find thee; and I know
- ’Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball,
- The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,
- The intertissued robe of gold and pearl,
- The farced title running ’fore the king,
- The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp
- That beats upon the high shore of this world—
- No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony,
- Not all these, laid in bed majestical,
- Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave;
- Who, with a body fill’d and vacant mind,
- Gets him to rest, cramm’d with distressful bread,
- Never sees horrid night, the child of hell;
- But like a lackey, from the rise to set,
- Sweats in the eye of Phoebus, and all night
- Sleeps in Elysium; next day after dawn,
- Doth rise and help Hyperion to his horse,
- And follows so the ever-running year
- With profitable labor to his grave:
- And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,
- Winding up days with toil, and nights with sleep,
- Had the forehand and vantage of a king.
- The slave, a member of the country’s peace,
- Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots
- What watch the King keeps to maintain the peace,
- Whose hours the peasant best advantages.
- Enter Erpingham.
Sir Thomas Erpingham266 - 267
- My lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence,
- Seek through your camp to find you.
King Henry the Fifth268 - 270
- Good old knight,
- Collect them all together at my tent.
- I’ll be before thee.
Sir Thomas Erpingham271
- I shall do’t, my lord.
King Henry the Fifth272 - 288
- O God of battles, steel my soldiers’ hearts,
- Possess them not with fear! Take from them now
- The sense of reck’ning, if th’ opposed numbers
- Pluck their hearts from them. Not today, O Lord,
- O, not today, think not upon the fault
- My father made in compassing the crown!
- I Richard’s body have interred new,
- And on it have bestowed more contrite tears,
- Than from it issued forced drops of blood.
- Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,
- Who twice a day their wither’d hands hold up
- Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built
- Two chauntries, where the sad and solemn priests
- Sing still for Richard’s soul. More will I do;
- Though all that I can do is nothing worth,
- Since that my penitence comes after all,
- Imploring pardon.
- Enter Gloucester.
Duke of Gloucester289
- My liege!
King Henry the Fifth290 - 292
- My brother Gloucester’s voice? Ay;
- I know thy errand, I will go with thee.
- The day, my friends, and all things stay for me.