| ACT IV SCENE VIII | Before KING HENRY'S pavilion. | |
| | Enter GOWER and WILLIAMS | |
| WILLIAMS | I warrant it is to knight you, captain. | |
| | Enter FLUELLEN | |
| FLUELLEN | 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. | 5 |
| WILLIAMS | Sir, know you this glove? | |
| FLUELLEN | Know the glove! I know the glove is glove. | |
| WILLIAMS | I know this; and thus I challenge it. | |
| | Strikes him. | |
| FLUELLEN | 'Sblood! an arrant traitor as any is in the | |
| | universal world, or in France, or in England! | 10 |
| GOWER | How now, sir! you villain! | |
| WILLIAMS | Do you think I'll be forsworn? | |
| FLUELLEN | Stand away, Captain Gower; I will give treason his | |
| | payment into ploughs, I warrant you. | |
| WILLIAMS | I am no traitor. | 15 |
| FLUELLEN | That's a lie in thy throat. I charge you in his | |
| | majesty's name, apprehend him: he's a friend of the | |
| | Duke Alencon's. | |
| | Enter WARWICK and GLOUCESTER | |
| WARWICK | How now, how now! what's the matter? | |
| FLUELLEN | My Lord of Warwick, here is--praised be God for it! | 20 |
| | --a most contagious treason come to light, look | |
| | you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Here is | |
| | his majesty. | |
| | Enter KING HENRY and EXETER | |
| KING HENRY V | How now! what's the matter? | |
| FLUELLEN | My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, | 25 |
| | look your grace, has struck the glove which your | |
| | majesty is take out of the helmet of Alencon. | |
| WILLIAMS | My liege, this was my glove; here is the fellow of | |
| | it; and he that I gave it to in change promised to | |
| | wear it in his cap: I promised to strike him, if he | 30 |
| | did: I met this man with my glove in his cap, and I | |
| | have been as good as my word. | |
| FLUELLEN | 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 | 35 |
| | testimony and witness, and will avouchment, that | |
| | this is the glove of Alencon, that your majesty is | |
| | give me; in your conscience, now? | |
| KING HENRY V | Give me thy glove, soldier: look, here is the | |
| | fellow of it. | 40 |
| | 'Twas I, indeed, thou promised'st to strike; | |
| | And thou hast given me most bitter terms. | |
| FLUELLEN | An please your majesty, let his neck answer for it, | |
| | if there is any martial law in the world. | |
| KING HENRY V | How canst thou make me satisfaction? | 45 |
| WILLIAMS | All offences, my lord, come from the heart: never | |
| | came any from mine that might offend your majesty. | |
| KING HENRY V | It was ourself thou didst abuse. | |
| WILLIAMS | Your majesty came not like yourself: you appeared to | |
| | me but as a common man; witness the night, your | 50 |
| | garments, your lowliness; and what your highness | |
| | suffered 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 offence; therefore, I | |
| | beseech your highness, pardon me. | 55 |
| KING HENRY V | Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns, | |
| | And give it to this fellow. Keep it, fellow; | |
| | And wear it for an honour in thy cap | |
| | Till I do challenge it. Give him the crowns: | |
| | And, captain, you must needs be friends with him. | 60 |
| FLUELLEN | By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle | |
| | enough in his belly. Hold, there is twelve pence | |
| | for you; and I pray you to serve Got, and keep you | |
| | out of prawls, and prabbles' and quarrels, and | |
| | dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the better for you. | 65 |
| WILLIAMS | I will none of your money. | |
| FLUELLEN | 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. | 70 |
| | Enter an English Herald. | |
| KING HENRY V | Now, herald, are the dead number'd? | |
| Herald | Here is the number of the slaughter'd French. | |
| KING HENRY V | What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle? | |
| EXETER | Charles Duke of Orleans, nephew to the king; | |
| | John Duke of Bourbon, and Lord Bouciqualt: | 75 |
| | Of other lords and barons, knights and squires, | |
| | Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. | |
| KING HENRY V | 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 | 80 |
| |
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, | 85 |
| | 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; | 90 |
| | Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France; | |
| | The master of the cross-bows, Lord Rambures; | |
| | Great Master of France, the brave Sir Guichard Dolphin, | |
| | John Duke of Alencon, Anthony Duke of Brabant, | |
| | The brother of the Duke of Burgundy, | 95 |
| | And Edward Duke of Bar: of lusty earls, | |
| | Grandpre and Roussi, Fauconberg and Foix, | |
| | Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Lestrale. | |
| | Here was a royal fellowship of death! | |
| | Where is the number of our English dead? | 100 |
| | Herald shews 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, | 105 |
| | 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 the other? Take it, God, | |
| | For it is none but thine! | 110 |
| EXETER | 'Tis wonderful! | |
| KING HENRY V | Come, go we in procession to the village. | |
| | And be it death proclaimed through our host | |
| | To boast of this or take the praise from God | |
| | Which is his only. | 115 |
| FLUELLEN | Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell | |
| | how many is killed? | |
| KING HENRY V | Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgement, | |
| | That God fought for us. | |
| FLUELLEN | Yes, my conscience, he did us great good. | 120 |
| KING HENRY V | Do we all holy rites; | |
| | Let there be sung 'Non nobis' and 'Te Deum;' | |
| | The dead with charity enclosed in clay: | |
| | And then to Calais; and to England then: | |
| | Where ne'er from France arrived more happy men. | 125 |
| | Exeunt | |
