Act IV, Scene 8
Before King Henry’s pavilion.
- Enter Gower and Williams.
- I warrant it is to knight you, captain.
- Enter Fluellen.
Fluellen2 - 4
- God’s will, and his pleasure, captain, I beseech you now,
- come apace to the King. There is more good toward you
- peradventure than is in your knowledge to dream of.
- Sir, know you this glove?
- Know the glove? I know the glove is a glove.
- I know this, and thus I challenge it.
- Strikes him.
Fluellen8 - 9
- ’Sblud, an arrant traitor as any’s in the universal world,
- or in France, or in England!
- How now, sir? You villain!
- Do you think I’ll be forsworn?
Fluellen12 - 13
- Stand away, Captain Gower, I will give treason his payment
- into plows, I warrant you.
- I am no traitor.
Fluellen15 - 16
- That’s a lie in thy throat. I charge you in his Majesty’s
- name, apprehend him, he’s a friend of the Duke Alanson’s.
- Enter Warwick and Gloucester.
Earl of Warwick17
- How now, how now, what’s the matter?
Fluellen18 - 20
- My Lord of Warwick, here is—praised be God for it!—a most
- contagious treason come to light, look you, as you shall
- desire in a summer’s day. Here is his Majesty.
- Enter King and Exeter.
King Henry the Fifth21
- How now, what’s the matter?
Fluellen22 - 24
- My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, look your
- Grace, has struck the glove which your Majesty is take out
- of the helmet of Alanson.
Williams25 - 29
- My liege, this was my glove, here is the fellow of it; and
- he that I gave it to in change promis’d to wear it in his
- cap. I promis’d to strike him, if he did. I met this man
- with my glove in his cap, and I have been as good as my
Fluellen30 - 34
- Your Majesty hear now, saving your Majesty’s manhood, what
- an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lousy knave it is. I hope
- your Majesty is pear me testimony and witness, and will
- avouchment, that this is the glove of Alanson that your
- Majesty is give me, in your conscience now.
King Henry the Fifth35 - 37
- Give me thy glove, soldier. Look, here is the fellow of it.
- ’Twas I indeed thou promisedst to strike,
- And thou hast given me most bitter terms.
Fluellen38 - 39
- And please your Majesty, let his neck answer for it, if
- there is any martial law in the world.
King Henry the Fifth40
- How canst thou make me satisfaction?
Williams41 - 42
- All offenses, my lord, come from the heart. Never came any
- from mine that might offend your Majesty.
King Henry the Fifth43
- It was ourself thou didst abuse.
Williams44 - 49
- Your Majesty came not like yourself. You appear’d to me but
- as a common man; witness the night, your garments, your
- lowliness; and what your Highness suffer’d under that shape,
- I beseech you take it for your own fault and not mine; for
- had you been as I took you for, I made no offense; therefore
- I beseech your Highness pardon me.
King Henry the Fifth50 - 54
- Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns,
- And give it to this fellow. Keep it, fellow,
- And wear it for an honor in thy cap
- Till I do challenge it. Give him the crowns;
- And, captain, you must needs be friends with him.
Fluellen55 - 59
- By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in
- his belly. Hold, there is twelvepence for you, and I pray
- you to serve God, and keep you out of prawls and prabbles,
- and quarrels and dissensions, and I warrant you it is the
- better for you.
- I will none of your money.
Fluellen61 - 64
- It is with a good will; I can tell you it will serve you to
- mend your shoes. Come, wherefore should you be so pashful?
- Your shoes is not so good. ’Tis a good silling, I warrant
- you, or I will change it.
- Enter an English Herald.
King Henry the Fifth65
- Now, herald, are the dead numb’red?
- Here is the number of the slaught’red French.
- Gives a paper.
King Henry the Fifth67
- What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle?
Duke of Exeter68 - 71
- Charles Duke of Orléans, nephew to the King,
- John Duke of Bourbon, and Lord Bouciqualt:
- Of other lords and barons, knights and squires,
- Full fifteen hundred, besides common men.
King Henry the Fifth72 - 104
- This note doth tell me of ten thousand French
- That in the field lie slain; of princes, in this number,
- And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
- One hundred twenty-six; added to these,
- Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen,
- Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which,
- Five hundred were but yesterday dubb’d knights.
- So that, in these ten thousand they have lost,
- There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries;
- The rest are princes, barons, lords, knights, squires,
- And gentlemen of blood and quality.
- The names of those their nobles that lie dead:
- Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France,
- Jacques of Chatillion, Admiral of France,
- The master of the cross-bows, Lord Rambures,
- Great Master of France, the brave Sir Guichard Dauphin,
- John Duke of Alanson, Anthony Duke of Brabant,
- The brother to the Duke of Burgundy,
- And Edward Duke of Bar; of lusty earls,
- Grandpré and Roussi, Faulconbridge and Foix,
- Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Lestrake.
- Here was a royal fellowship of death!
- Where is the number of our English dead?
- Herald shows him another paper.
- Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk,
- Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam, esquire;
- None else of name; and of all other men
- But five and twenty. O God, thy arm was here;
- And not to us, but to thy arm alone,
- Ascribe we all! When, without stratagem,
- But in plain shock and even play of battle,
- Was ever known so great and little loss,
- On one part and on th’ other? Take it, God,
- For it is none but thine!
Duke of Exeter105
- ’Tis wonderful!
King Henry the Fifth106 - 109
- Come, go we in procession to the village;
- And be it death proclaimed through our host
- To boast of this, or take that praise from God
- Which is his only.
Fluellen110 - 111
- Is it not lawful, and please your Majesty, to tell how many
- is kill’d?
King Henry the Fifth112 - 113
- Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgment,
- That God fought for us.
- Yes, my conscience, he did us great good.
King Henry the Fifth115 - 119
- Do we all holy rites:
- Let there be sung Non nobis and Te Deum,
- The dead with charity enclos’d in clay;
- And then to Callice, and to England then,
- Where ne’er from France arriv’d more happy men.