Enter Fluellen and Gower
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 offert – in your conscience now,
is it not?
'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 burnt 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!
Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, Captain
Gower. What call you the town's name where Alexander
the Pig was born!
Alexander the Great.
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
I think Alexander the Great was born in Macedon;
his father was called Philip of Macedon, as I take it.
I think it is in Macedon where Alexander is
porn. I tell 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
Our King is not like him in that: he never killed
any of his friends.
It is not well done, mark you now, to 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 judgements, turned away the
fat knight with the great-belly doublet – he was full of
jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks: I have forgot
mock (n.) 1
act of mockery, mocking remark, derisive action, scornful irony
Sir John Falstaff.
That is he. I'll tell you, there is good men porn
Here comes his majesty.
Alarum. Enter King Henry and Bourbon, with
prisoners; also Warwick, Gloucester, Exeter, and
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.
Here comes the Herald of the French, my liege.
His eyes are humbler than they used to be.
How now, what means this, Herald? Know'st thou not
That I have fined these bones of mine for ransom?
Com'st thou again for ransom?
No, great King;
I come to thee for charitable licence,
That we may wander o'er this bloody field
To book our dead, and then to bury them,
To sort our nobles from our common men.
For many of our princes – woe the while! –
Lie drowned and soaked 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!
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.
The day is yours.
Praised be God, and not our strength, for it!
What is this castle called that stands hard by?
They call it Agincourt.
Then call we this the field of Agincourt,
Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.
Your grandfather of famous memory, an't
please your majesty, and your great-uncle Edward the
Plack Prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles,
fought a most prave pattle here in France.
They did, Fluellen.
Your majesty says very true. If your majesties
is remembered of it, the Welshmen did good service in a
garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their
Monmouth caps, which, your majesty know to this hour
is an honourable badge of the service; and I do believe
your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon Saint
I wear it for a memorable honour;
For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman.
All the water in Wye cannot wash your
majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you
that. God pless it and preserve it, as long as it pleases
His grace, and His majesty too!
Thanks, good my countryman.
By Jeshu, I am your majesty's countryman, I
care not who know it; I will confess it to all the 'orld.
I need not to be ashamed of your majesty, praised be
God, so long as your majesty is an honest man.
God keep me so!
Our heralds go with him.
Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
On both our parts.
Exeunt Heralds with Montjoy
Call yonder fellow hither.
Soldier, you must come to the King.
Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove in thy
An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of one
that I should fight withal, if he be alive.
An't please your majesty, a rascal that
swaggered with me last night: who, if 'a live and ever
dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to take him a
box o'th' ear: or if I can see my glove in his cap, which he
swore as he was a soldier he would wear if alive, I will
strike it out soundly.
What think you, Captain Fluellen, is it
fit this soldier keep his oath?
He is a craven and a villain else, an't please
your majesty, in my conscience.
It may be his enemy is a gentleman of
great sort, quite from the answer of his degree.
Though he be as good a gentleman as the
devil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary,
look your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath. If
he be perjured, see you now, his reputation is as arrant
a villain and a Jack-sauce as ever his black shoe trod
upon God's ground and His earth, in my conscience, la!
Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou
meet'st the fellow.
So I will, my liege, as I live.
Who serv'st thou under?
Under Captain Gower, my liege.
Gower is a good captain, and is good knowledge
and literatured in the wars.
Call him hither to me, soldier.
I will, my liege.
Here, Fluellen, wear thou this favour for
me, and stick it in thy cap. When Alençon and myself were
were down together, I plucked this glove from his
helm. If any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alençon,
and an enemy to our person: if thou encounter any such,
apprehend him, an thou dost me love.
Your grace doo's me as great honours as can
be desired in the hearts of his subjects. I would fain see
the man that has but two legs that shall find himself
aggriefed at this glove, that is all: but I would fain see it
once, an please God of His grace that I might see.
Know'st thou Gower?
He is my dear friend, an please you.
Pray thee go seek him, and bring him to
I will fetch him.
My Lord of Warwick, and my brother Gloucester,
Follow Fluellen closely at the heels.
The glove which I have given him for a favour
May haply purchase him a box o'th' ear.
It is the soldier's: I by bargain should
Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick.
If that the soldier strike him, as I judge
By his blunt bearing he will keep his word,
Some sudden mischief may arise of it;
For I do know Fluellen valiant,
And, touched with choler, hot as gunpowder,
And quickly will return an injury.
Follow, and see there be no harm between them.
Go you with me, uncle of Exeter.