Act 4, Scene 3
Agincourt. The English camp.
- Enter Gloucester, Bedford, Exeter, Erpingham with all his
- host; Salisbury and Westmorland.
Duke of Gloucester3
- Where is the King?
Duke of Bedford4
- The King himself is rode to view their battle.
Earl of Westmorland5
- Of fighting men they have full threescore thousand.
Duke of Exeter6
- There’s five to one; besides, they all are fresh.
Earl of Salisbury7 - 12
- God’s arm strike with us! ’Tis a fearful odds.
- God buy you, princes all; I’ll to my charge.
- If we no more meet till we meet in heaven,
- Then joyfully, my noble Lord of Bedford,
- My dear Lord Gloucester, and my good Lord Exeter,
- And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu!
Duke of Bedford13
- Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!
Duke of Exeter14 - 16
- Farewell, kind lord; fight valiantly today!
- And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it,
- For thou art fram’d of the firm truth of valor.
- Exit Salisbury.
Duke of Bedford18 - 19
- He is as full of valor as of kindness,
- Princely in both.
- Enter the King.
Earl of Westmorland21 - 23
- O that we now had here
- But one ten thousand of those men in England
- That do no work today!
King Henry the Fifth24 - 73
- What’s he that wishes so?
- My cousin Westmorland? No, my fair cousin.
- If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
- To do our country loss; and if to live,
- The fewer men, the greater share of honor.
- God’s will, I pray thee wish not one man more.
- By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
- Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
- It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
- Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
- But if it be a sin to covet honor,
- I am the most offending soul alive.
- No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
- God’s peace, I would not lose so great an honor
- As one man more methinks would share from me,
- For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
- Rather proclaim it, Westmorland, through my host,
- That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
- Let him depart, his passport shall be made,
- And crowns for convoy put into his purse.
- We would not die in that man’s company
- That fears his fellowship to die with us.
- This day is call’d the feast of Crispian:
- He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
- Will stand a’ tiptoe when this day is named,
- And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
- He that shall see this day, and live old age,
- Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors,
- And say, “Tomorrow is Saint Crispian .”
- Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
- And say, “These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.”
- Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
- But he’ll remember with advantages
- What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
- Familiar in his mouth as household words,
- Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
- Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
- Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
- This story shall the good man teach his son;
- And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
- From this day to the ending of the world,
- But we in it shall be remembered—
- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
- For he today that sheds his blood with me
- Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
- This day shall gentle his condition;
- And gentlemen in England, now a-bed,
- Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here;
- And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
- That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
- Enter Salisbury.
Earl of Salisbury75 - 77
- My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed.
- The French are bravely in their battles set,
- And will with all expedience charge on us.
King Henry the Fifth78
- All things are ready, if our minds be so.
Earl of Westmorland79
- Perish the man whose mind is backward now!
King Henry the Fifth80
- Thou dost not wish more help from England, coz?
Earl of Westmorland81 - 82
- God’s will, my liege, would you and I alone,
- Without more help, could fight this royal battle!
King Henry the Fifth83 - 85
- Why, now thou hast unwish’d five thousand men;
- Which likes me better than to wish us one.
- You know your places. God be with you all!
- Tucket. Enter Montjoy.
Montjoy87 - 96
- Once more I come to know of thee, King Harry,
- If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,
- Before thy most assured overthrow;
- For certainly thou art so near the gulf,
- Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy,
- The Constable desires thee thou wilt mind
- Thy followers of repentance; that their souls
- May make a peaceful and a sweet retire
- From off these fields, where (wretches!) their poor bodies
- Must lie and fester.
King Henry the Fifth97
- Who hath sent thee now?
- The Constable of France.
King Henry the Fifth99 - 134
- I pray thee bear my former answer back:
- Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones.
- Good God, why should they mock poor fellows thus?
- The man that once did sell the lion’s skin
- While the beast liv’d, was kill’d with hunting him.
- A many of our bodies shall no doubt
- Find native graves; upon the which, I trust,
- Shall witness live in brass of this day’s work.
- And those that leave their valiant bones in France,
- Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills,
- They shall be fam’d; for there the sun shall greet them,
- And draw their honors reeking up to heaven,
- Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime,
- The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France.
- Mark then abounding valor in our English:
- That being dead, like to the bullet’s crasing,
- 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 labor.
- 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 ’um them,
- Shall yield them little, tell the Constable.
Montjoy135 - 136
- I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well;
- Thou never shalt hear herald any more.
King Henry the Fifth138
- I fear thou wilt once more come again for a ransom.
- Enter York.
Duke of York140 - 141
- My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg
- The leading of the vaward.
King Henry the Fifth142 - 143
- Take it, brave York. Now, soldiers, march away,
- And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!