ACT I SCENE II | The same. The Presence chamber. | |
| Enter KING HENRY V, GLOUCESTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, WARWICK, WESTMORELAND, and Attendants | |
KING HENRY V | Where is my gracious Lord of Canterbury? | |
EXETER | Not here in presence. | |
KING HENRY V | Send for him, good uncle. | |
WESTMORELAND | Shall we call in the ambassador, my liege? | 5 |
KING HENRY V | Not yet, my cousin: we would be resolved, | |
| Before we hear him, of some things of weight | |
| That task our thoughts, concerning us and France. | |
| Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY, and the BISHOP of ELY | |
CANTERBURY | God and his angels guard your sacred throne | |
| And make you long become it! | 10 |
KING HENRY V | Sure, we thank you. | |
| My learned lord, we pray you to proceed | |
| And justly and religiously unfold | |
| Why the law Salique that they have in France | |
| Or should, or should not, bar us in our claim: | 15 |
| And God forbid, my dear and faithful lord, | |
| That you should fashion, wrest, or bow your reading, | |
| Or nicely charge your understanding soul | |
| With opening titles miscreate, whose right | |
| Suits not in native colours with the truth; | 20 |
| For God doth know how many now in health | |
| Shall drop their blood in approbation | |
| Of what your reverence shall incite us to. | |
| Therefore take heed how you impawn our person, | |
| How you awake our sleeping sword of war: | 25 |
| We charge you, in the name of God, take heed; | |
| For never two such kingdoms did contend | |
| Without much fall of blood; whose guiltless drops | |
| Are every one a woe, a sore complaint | |
| 'Gainst him whose wrong gives edge unto the swords | 30 |
| That make such waste in brief mortality. | |
| Under this conjuration, speak, my lord; | |
| For we will hear, note and believe in heart | |
| That what you speak is in your conscience wash'd | |
| As pure as sin with baptism. | 35 |
CANTERBURY | Then hear me, gracious sovereign, and you peers, | |
| That owe yourselves, your lives and services | |
| To this imperial throne. There is no bar | |
| To make against your highness' claim to France | |
| But this, which they produce from Pharamond, | 40 |
| 'In terram Salicam mulieres ne succedant:' | |
| 'No woman shall succeed in Salique land:' | |
| Which Salique land the French unjustly gloze | |
| To be the realm of France, and Pharamond | |
| The founder of this law and female bar. | 45 |
| Yet their own authors faithfully affirm | |
| That the land Salique is in Germany, | |
| Between the floods of Sala and of Elbe; | |
| Where Charles the Great, having subdued the Saxons, | |
| There left behind and settled certain French; | 50 |
| Who, holding in disdain the German women | |
| For some dishonest manners of their life, | |
| Establish'd then this law; to wit, no female | |
| Should be inheritrix in Salique land: | |
| Which Salique, as I said, 'twixt Elbe and Sala, | 55 |
| Is at this day in Germany call'd Meisen. | |
| Then doth it well appear that Salique law | |
| Was not devised for the realm of France: | |
| Nor did the French possess the Salique land | |
| Until four hundred one and twenty years | 60 |
| After defunction of King Pharamond, | |
| Idly supposed the founder of this law; | |
| Who died within the year of our redemption | |
| Four hundred twenty-six; and Charles the Great | |
| Subdued the Saxons, and did seat the French | 65 |
| Beyond the river Sala, in the year | |
| Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say, | |
| King Pepin, which deposed Childeric, | |
| Did, as heir general, being descended | |
| Of Blithild, which was daughter to King Clothair, | 70 |
| Make claim and title to the crown of France. | |
| Hugh Capet also, who usurped the crown | |
| Of Charles the duke of Lorraine, sole heir male | |
| Of the true line and stock of Charles the Great, | |
| To find his title with some shows of truth, | 75 |
| 'Through, in pure truth, it was corrupt and naught, | |
| Convey'd himself as heir to the Lady Lingare, | |
| Daughter to Charlemain, who was the son | |
| To Lewis the emperor, and Lewis the son | |
| Of Charles the Great. Also King Lewis the Tenth, | 80 |
| Who was sole heir to the usurper Capet, | |
| Could not keep quiet in his conscience, | |
| Wearing the crown of France, till satisfied | |
| That fair Queen Isabel, his grandmother, | |
| Was lineal of the Lady Ermengare, | 85 |
| Daughter to Charles the foresaid duke of Lorraine: | |
| By the which marriage the line of Charles the Great | |
| Was re-united to the crown of France. | |
| So that, as clear as is the summer's sun. | |
| King Pepin's title and Hugh Capet's claim, | 90 |
| King Lewis his satisfaction, all appear | |
| To hold in right and title of the female: | |
| So do the kings of France unto this day; | |
| Howbeit they would hold up this Salique law | |
| To bar your highness claiming from the female, | 95 |
| And rather choose to hide them in a net | |
| Than amply to imbar their crooked titles | |
| Usurp'd from you and your progenitors. | |
KING HENRY V | May I with right and conscience make this claim? | |
CANTERBURY | The sin upon my head, dread sovereign! | 100 |
| For in the book of Numbers is it writ, | |
| When the man dies, let the inheritance | |
| Descend unto the daughter. Gracious lord, | |
| Stand for your own; unwind your bloody flag; | |
| Look back into your mighty ancestors: | 105 |
| Go, my dread lord, to your great-grandsire's tomb, | |
| From whom you claim; invoke his warlike spirit, | |
| And your great-uncle's, Edward the Black Prince, | |
| Who on the French ground play'd a tragedy, | |
| Making defeat on the full power of France, | 110 |
| Whiles his most mighty father on a hill | |
| Stood smiling to behold his lion's whelp | |
| Forage in blood of French nobility. | |
| O noble English. that could entertain | |
| With half their forces the full Pride of France | 115 |
| And let another half stand laughing by, | |
| All out of work and cold for action! | |
ELY | Awake remembrance of these valiant dead | |
| And with your puissant arm renew their feats: | |
| You are their heir; you sit upon their throne; | 120 |
| The blood and courage that renowned them | |
| Runs in your veins; and my thrice-puissant liege | |
| Is in the very May-morn of his youth, | |
| Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises. | |
EXETER | Your brother kings and monarchs of the earth | 125 |
| Do all expect that you should rouse yourself, | |
| As did the former lions of your blood. | |
WESTMORELAND | They know your grace hath cause and means and might; | |
| So hath your highness; never king of England | |
| Had nobles richer and more loyal subjects, | 130 |
| Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England | |
| And lie pavilion'd in the fields of France. | |
CANTERBURY | O, let their bodies follow, my dear liege, | |
| With blood and sword and fire to win your right; | |
| In aid whereof we of the spiritualty | 135 |
| Will raise your highness such a mighty sum | |
| As never did the clergy at one time | |
| Bring in to any of your ancestors. | |
KING HENRY V | We must not only arm to invade the French, | |
| But lay down our proportions to defend | 140 |
| Against the Scot, who will make road upon us | |
| With all advantages. | |
CANTERBURY | They of those marches, gracious sovereign, | |
| Shall be a wall sufficient to defend | |
| Our inland from the pilfering borderers. | 145 |
KING HENRY V | We do not mean the coursing snatchers only, | |
| But fear the main intendment of the Scot, | |
| Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to us; | |
| For you shall read that my great-grandfather | |
| Never went with his forces into France | 150 |
| But that the Scot on his unfurnish'd kingdom | |
| Came pouring, like the tide into a breach, | |
| With ample and brim fulness of his force, | |
| Galling the gleaned land with hot assays, | |
| Girding with grievous siege castles and towns; | 155 |
| That England, being empty of defence, | |
| Hath shook and trembled at the ill neighbourhood. | |
CANTERBURY | She hath been then more fear'd than harm'd, my liege; | |
| For hear her but exampled by herself: | |
| When all her chivalry hath been in France | 160 |
| And she a mourning widow of her nobles, | |
| She hath herself not only well defended | |
| But taken and impounded as a stray | |
| The King of Scots; whom she did send to France, | |
| To fill King Edward's fame with prisoner kings | 165 |
| And make her chronicle as rich with praise | |
| As is the ooze and bottom of the sea | |
| With sunken wreck and sunless treasuries. | |
WESTMORELAND | But there's a saying very old and true, | |
| 'If that you will France win, | 170 |
| Then with Scotland first begin:' | |
| For once the eagle England being in prey, | |
| To her unguarded nest the weasel Scot | |
| Comes sneaking and so sucks her princely eggs, | |
| Playing the mouse in absence of the cat, | 175 |
| To tear and havoc more than she can eat. | |
EXETER | It follows then the cat must stay at home: | |
| Yet that is but a crush'd necessity, | |
| Since we have locks to safeguard necessaries, | |
| And pretty traps to catch the petty thieves. | 180 |
| While that the armed hand doth fight abroad, | |
| The advised head defends itself at home; | |
| For government, though high and low and lower, | |
| Put into parts, doth keep in one consent, | |
| Congreeing in a full and natural close, | 185 |
| Like music. | |
CANTERBURY | Therefore doth heaven divide | |
| The state of man in divers functions, | |
| Setting endeavour in continual motion; | |
| To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, | 190 |
| Obedience: for so work the honey-bees, | |
| Creatures that by a rule in nature teach | |
| The act of order to a peopled kingdom. | |
| They have a king and officers of sorts; | |
| Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, | 195 |
| Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, | |
| Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, | |
| Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, | |
| Which pillage they with merry march bring home | |
| To the tent-royal of their emperor; | 200 |
| Who, busied in his majesty, surveys | |
| The singing masons building roofs of gold, | |
| The civil citizens kneading up the honey, | |
| The poor mechanic porters crowding in | |
| Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, | 205 |
| The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, | |
| Delivering o'er to executors pale | |
| The lazy yawning drone. I this infer, | |
| That many things, having full reference | |
| To one consent, may work contrariously: | 210 |
| As many arrows, loosed several ways, | |
| Come to one mark; as many ways meet in one town; | |
| As many fresh streams meet in one salt sea; | |
| As many lines close in the dial's centre; | |
| So may a thousand actions, once afoot. | 215 |
| End in one purpose, and be all well borne | |
| Without defeat. Therefore to France, my liege. | |
| Divide your happy England into four; | |
| Whereof take you one quarter into France, | |
| And you withal shall make all Gallia shake. | 220 |
| If we, with thrice such powers left at home, | |
| Cannot defend our own doors from the dog, | |
| Let us be worried and our nation lose | |
| The name of hardiness and policy. | |
KING HENRY V | Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin. | 225 |
| Exeunt some Attendants | |
| Now are we well resolved; and, by God's help, | |
| And yours, the noble sinews of our power, | |
| France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe, | |
| Or break it all to pieces: or there we'll sit, | |
| Ruling in large and ample empery | 230 |
| O'er France and all her almost kingly dukedoms, | |
| Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn, | |
| Tombless, with no remembrance over them: | |
| Either our history shall with full mouth | |
| Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, | 235 |
| Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth, | |
| Not worshipp'd with a waxen epitaph. | |
| Enter Ambassadors of France | |
| Now are we well prepared to know the pleasure | |
| Of our fair cousin Dauphin; for we hear | |
| Your greeting is from him, not from the king. | 240 |
First Ambassador | May't please your majesty to give us leave | |
| Freely to render what we have in charge; | |
| Or shall we sparingly show you far off | |
| The Dauphin's meaning and our embassy? | |
KING HENRY V | We are no tyrant, but a Christian king; | 245 |
| Unto whose grace our passion is as subject | |
| As are our wretches fetter'd in our prisons: | |
| Therefore with frank and with uncurbed plainness | |
| Tell us the Dauphin's mind. | |
First Ambassador | Thus, then, in few. | 250 |
| Your highness, lately sending into France, | |
| Did claim some certain dukedoms, in the right | |
| Of your great predecessor, King Edward the Third. | |
| In answer of which claim, the prince our master | |
| Says that you savour too much of your youth, | 255 |
| And bids you be advised there's nought in France | |
| That can be with a nimble galliard won; | |
| You cannot revel into dukedoms there. | |
| He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit, | |
| This tun of treasure; and, in lieu of this, | 260 |
| Desires you let the dukedoms that you claim | |
| Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin speaks. | |
KING HENRY V | What treasure, uncle? | |
EXETER | Tennis-balls, my liege. | |
KING HENRY V | We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us; | 265 |
| His present and your pains we thank you for: | |
| When we have march'd our rackets to these balls, | |
| We will, in France, by God's grace, play a set | |
| Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard. | |
| Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler | 270 |
| That all the courts of France will be disturb'd | |
| With chaces. And we understand him well, | |
| How he comes o'er us with our wilder days, | |
| Not measuring what use we made of them. | |
| We never valued this poor seat of England; | 275 |
| And therefore, living hence, did give ourself | |
| To barbarous licence; as 'tis ever common | |
| That men are merriest when they are from home. | |
| But tell the Dauphin I will keep my state, | |
| Be like a king and show my sail of greatness | 280 |
| When I do rouse me in my throne of France: | |
| For that I have laid by my majesty | |
| And plodded like a man for working-days, | |
| But I will rise there with so full a glory | |
| That I will dazzle all the eyes of France, | 285 |
| Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on us. | |
| And tell the pleasant prince this mock of his | |
| Hath turn'd his balls to gun-stones; and his soul | |
| Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance | |
| That shall fly with them: for many a thousand widows | 290 |
| Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands; | |
| Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down; | |
| And some are yet ungotten and unborn | |
| That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn. | |
| But this lies all within the will of God, | 295 |
| To whom I do appeal; and in whose name | |
| Tell you the Dauphin I am coming on, | |
| To venge me as I may and to put forth | |
| My rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause. | |
| So get you hence in peace; and tell the Dauphin | 300 |
| His jest will savour but of shallow wit, | |
| When thousands weep more than did laugh at it. | |
| Convey them with safe conduct. Fare you well. | |
| Exeunt Ambassadors | |
EXETER | This was a merry message. | |
KING HENRY V | We hope to make the sender blush at it. | 305 |
| Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour | |
| That may give furtherance to our expedition; | |
| For we have now no thought in us but France, | |
| Save those to God, that run before our business. | |
| Therefore let our proportions for these wars | 310 |
| Be soon collected and all things thought upon | |
| That may with reasonable swiftness add | |
| More feathers to our wings; for, God before, | |
| We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door. | |
| Therefore let every man now task his thought, | 315 |
| That this fair action may on foot be brought. | |
| Exeunt. Flourish | |