Array ( [TITLE] => The Life of Henry the Fifth [PERSONA] => Array ( [TITLE] => Introduction Actors [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => KING HENRY, the Fifth. [1] => DUKE OF EXETER, uncle to the King. [2] => DUKE OF YORK, cousin to the King. [3] => EARL OF SALISBURY [4] => EARL OF WESTMORELAND [5] => EARL OF WARWICK [6] => BISHOP OF CANTERBURY [7] => BISHOP OF ELY [8] => EARL OF CAMBRIDGE [9] => LORD SCROOP [10] => SIR THOMAS GREY [11] => PISTOL [12] => NYM [13] => BARDOLPH [14] => Boy [15] => A Herald. [16] => CHARLES the Sixth, King of France. [17] => LEWIS, the Dauphin. [18] => DUKE OF BURGUNDY [19] => DUKE OF ORLEANS [20] => DUKE OF BOURBON [21] => The Constable of France. [22] => GOVERNOR, of Harfleur. [23] => MONTJOY, a French Herald. [24] => Ambassadors to the King of England. [25] => ISABEL, Queen of France. [26] => KATHARINE, daughter to Charles and Isabel. [27] => ALICE, a lady attending on her. [28] => Hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap formerly Mistress Quickly, and now married to Pistol. [29] => Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Citizens, Messengers, and Attendants. Chorus. ) [ACTORS] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => DUKE OF GLOUCESTER [1] => DUKE OF BEDFORD ) [GRPDESCR] => brothers to the King. ) [1] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => SIR THOMAS ERPINGHAM [1] => GOWER [2] => FLUELLEN [3] => MACMORRIS [4] => JAMY ) [GRPDESCR] => Officers in King Henry's army. ) [2] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => BATES [1] => COURT [2] => WILLIAMS ) [GRPDESCR] => soldiers in the same. ) [3] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => RAMBURES [1] => GRANDPRE ) [GRPDESCR] => French Lords. ) ) ) [SCNDESCR] => SCENE England; afterwards France. [PLAYSUBT] => KING HENRY V [ACT] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT I [PROLOGUE] => Array ( [TITLE] => PROLOGUE [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter Chorus [1] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Chorus [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend [1] => The brightest heaven of invention, [2] => A kingdom for a stage, princes to act [3] => And monarchs to behold the swelling scene! [4] => Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, [5] => Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels, [6] => Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire [7] => Crouch for employment. But pardon, and gentles all, [8] => The flat unraised spirits that have dared [9] => On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth [10] => So great an object: can this cockpit hold [11] => The vasty fields of France? or may we cram [12] => Within this wooden O the very casques [13] => That did affright the air at Agincourt? [14] => O, pardon! since a crooked figure may [15] => Attest in little place a million; [16] => And let us, ciphers to this great accompt, [17] => On your imaginary forces work. [18] => Suppose within the girdle of these walls [19] => Are now confined two mighty monarchies, [20] => Whose high upreared and abutting fronts [21] => The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder: [22] => Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts; [23] => Into a thousand parts divide on man, [24] => And make imaginary puissance; [25] => Think when we talk of horses, that you see them [26] => Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth; [27] => For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, [28] => Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times, [29] => Turning the accomplishment of many years [30] => Into an hour-glass: for the which supply, [31] => Admit me Chorus to this history; [32] => Who prologue-like your humble patience pray, [33] => Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play. ) ) ) [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. London. An ante-chamber in the KING'S palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY, and the BISHOP OF ELY [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CANTERBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, I'll tell you; that self bill is urged, [1] => Which in the eleventh year of the last king's reign [2] => Was like, and had indeed against us pass'd, [3] => But that the scambling and unquiet time [4] => Did push it out of farther question. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ELY [LINE] => But how, my lord, shall we resist it now? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CANTERBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It must be thought on. If it pass against us, [1] => We lose the better half of our possession: [2] => For all the temporal lands which men devout [3] => By testament have given to the church [4] => Would they strip from us; being valued thus: [5] => As much as would maintain, to the king's honour, [6] => Full fifteen earls and fifteen hundred knights, [7] => Six thousand and two hundred good esquires; [8] => And, to relief of lazars and weak age, [9] => Of indigent faint souls past corporal toil. [10] => A hundred almshouses right well supplied; [11] => And to the coffers of the king beside, [12] => A thousand pounds by the year: thus runs the bill. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ELY [LINE] => This would drink deep. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CANTERBURY [LINE] => 'Twould drink the cup and all. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ELY [LINE] => But what prevention? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CANTERBURY [LINE] => The king is full of grace and fair regard. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ELY [LINE] => And a true lover of the holy church. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CANTERBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The courses of his youth promised it not. [1] => The breath no sooner left his father's body, [2] => But that his wildness, mortified in him, [3] => Seem'd to die too; yea, at that very moment [4] => Consideration, like an angel, came [5] => And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him, [6] => Leaving his body as a paradise, [7] => To envelop and contain celestial spirits. [8] => Never was such a sudden scholar made; [9] => Never came reformation in a flood, [10] => With such a heady currance, scouring faults [11] => Nor never Hydra-headed wilfulness [12] => So soon did lose his seat and all at once [13] => As in this king. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ELY [LINE] => We are blessed in the change. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CANTERBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hear him but reason in divinity, [1] => And all-admiring with an inward wish [2] => You would desire the king were made a prelate: [3] => Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs, [4] => You would say it hath been all in all his study: [5] => List his discourse of war, and you shall hear [6] => A fearful battle render'd you in music: [7] => Turn him to any cause of policy, [8] => The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, [9] => Familiar as his garter: that, when he speaks, [10] => The air, a charter'd libertine, is still, [11] => And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears, [12] => To steal his sweet and honey'd sentences; [13] => So that the art and practic part of life [14] => Must be the mistress to this theoric: [15] => Which is a wonder how his grace should glean it, [16] => Since his addiction was to courses vain, [17] => His companies unletter'd, rude and shallow, [18] => His hours fill'd up with riots, banquets, sports, [19] => And never noted in him any study, [20] => Any retirement, any sequestration [21] => From open haunts and popularity. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ELY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The strawberry grows underneath the nettle [1] => And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best [2] => Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality: [3] => And so the prince obscured his contemplation [4] => Under the veil of wildness; which, no doubt, [5] => Grew like the summer grass, fastest by night, [6] => Unseen, yet crescive in his faculty. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CANTERBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It must be so; for miracles are ceased; [1] => And therefore we must needs admit the means [2] => How things are perfected. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ELY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But, my good lord, [1] => How now for mitigation of this bill [2] => Urged by the commons? Doth his majesty [3] => Incline to it, or no? ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CANTERBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He seems indifferent, [1] => Or rather swaying more upon our part [2] => Than cherishing the exhibiters against us; [3] => For I have made an offer to his majesty, [4] => Upon our spiritual convocation [5] => And in regard of causes now in hand, [6] => Which I have open'd to his grace at large, [7] => As touching France, to give a greater sum [8] => Than ever at one time the clergy yet [9] => Did to his predecessors part withal. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ELY [LINE] => How did this offer seem received, my lord? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CANTERBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With good acceptance of his majesty; [1] => Save that there was not time enough to hear, [2] => As I perceived his grace would fain have done, [3] => The severals and unhidden passages [4] => Of his true titles to some certain dukedoms [5] => And generally to the crown and seat of France [6] => Derived from Edward, his great-grandfather. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ELY [LINE] => What was the impediment that broke this off? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CANTERBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The French ambassador upon that instant [1] => Craved audience; and the hour, I think, is come [2] => To give him hearing: is it four o'clock? ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ELY [LINE] => It is. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CANTERBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then go we in, to know his embassy; [1] => Which I could with a ready guess declare, [2] => Before the Frenchman speak a word of it. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ELY [LINE] => I'll wait upon you, and I long to hear it. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The same. The Presence chamber. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter KING HENRY V, GLOUCESTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, WARWICK, WESTMORELAND, and Attendants [1] => Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY, and the BISHOP of ELY [2] => Exeunt Ambassadors [3] => Exeunt. Flourish ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Where is my gracious Lord of Canterbury? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Not here in presence. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Send for him, good uncle. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Shall we call in the ambassador, my liege? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not yet, my cousin: we would be resolved, [1] => Before we hear him, of some things of weight [2] => That task our thoughts, concerning us and France. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CANTERBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God and his angels guard your sacred throne [1] => And make you long become it! ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sure, we thank you. [1] => My learned lord, we pray you to proceed [2] => And justly and religiously unfold [3] => Why the law Salique that they have in France [4] => Or should, or should not, bar us in our claim: [5] => And God forbid, my dear and faithful lord, [6] => That you should fashion, wrest, or bow your reading, [7] => Or nicely charge your understanding soul [8] => With opening titles miscreate, whose right [9] => Suits not in native colours with the truth; [10] => For God doth know how many now in health [11] => Shall drop their blood in approbation [12] => Of what your reverence shall incite us to. [13] => Therefore take heed how you impawn our person, [14] => How you awake our sleeping sword of war: [15] => We charge you, in the name of God, take heed; [16] => For never two such kingdoms did contend [17] => Without much fall of blood; whose guiltless drops [18] => Are every one a woe, a sore complaint [19] => 'Gainst him whose wrong gives edge unto the swords [20] => That make such waste in brief mortality. [21] => Under this conjuration, speak, my lord; [22] => For we will hear, note and believe in heart [23] => That what you speak is in your conscience wash'd [24] => As pure as sin with baptism. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CANTERBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then hear me, gracious sovereign, and you peers, [1] => That owe yourselves, your lives and services [2] => To this imperial throne. There is no bar [3] => To make against your highness' claim to France [4] => But this, which they produce from Pharamond, [5] => 'In terram Salicam mulieres ne succedant:' [6] => 'No woman shall succeed in Salique land:' [7] => Which Salique land the French unjustly gloze [8] => To be the realm of France, and Pharamond [9] => The founder of this law and female bar. [10] => Yet their own authors faithfully affirm [11] => That the land Salique is in Germany, [12] => Between the floods of Sala and of Elbe; [13] => Where Charles the Great, having subdued the Saxons, [14] => There left behind and settled certain French; [15] => Who, holding in disdain the German women [16] => For some dishonest manners of their life, [17] => Establish'd then this law; to wit, no female [18] => Should be inheritrix in Salique land: [19] => Which Salique, as I said, 'twixt Elbe and Sala, [20] => Is at this day in Germany call'd Meisen. [21] => Then doth it well appear that Salique law [22] => Was not devised for the realm of France: [23] => Nor did the French possess the Salique land [24] => Until four hundred one and twenty years [25] => After defunction of King Pharamond, [26] => Idly supposed the founder of this law; [27] => Who died within the year of our redemption [28] => Four hundred twenty-six; and Charles the Great [29] => Subdued the Saxons, and did seat the French [30] => Beyond the river Sala, in the year [31] => Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say, [32] => King Pepin, which deposed Childeric, [33] => Did, as heir general, being descended [34] => Of Blithild, which was daughter to King Clothair, [35] => Make claim and title to the crown of France. [36] => Hugh Capet also, who usurped the crown [37] => Of Charles the duke of Lorraine, sole heir male [38] => Of the true line and stock of Charles the Great, [39] => To find his title with some shows of truth, [40] => 'Through, in pure truth, it was corrupt and naught, [41] => Convey'd himself as heir to the Lady Lingare, [42] => Daughter to Charlemain, who was the son [43] => To Lewis the emperor, and Lewis the son [44] => Of Charles the Great. Also King Lewis the Tenth, [45] => Who was sole heir to the usurper Capet, [46] => Could not keep quiet in his conscience, [47] => Wearing the crown of France, till satisfied [48] => That fair Queen Isabel, his grandmother, [49] => Was lineal of the Lady Ermengare, [50] => Daughter to Charles the foresaid duke of Lorraine: [51] => By the which marriage the line of Charles the Great [52] => Was re-united to the crown of France. [53] => So that, as clear as is the summer's sun. [54] => King Pepin's title and Hugh Capet's claim, [55] => King Lewis his satisfaction, all appear [56] => To hold in right and title of the female: [57] => So do the kings of France unto this day; [58] => Howbeit they would hold up this Salique law [59] => To bar your highness claiming from the female, [60] => And rather choose to hide them in a net [61] => Than amply to imbar their crooked titles [62] => Usurp'd from you and your progenitors. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => May I with right and conscience make this claim? ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CANTERBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The sin upon my head, dread sovereign! [1] => For in the book of Numbers is it writ, [2] => When the man dies, let the inheritance [3] => Descend unto the daughter. Gracious lord, [4] => Stand for your own; unwind your bloody flag; [5] => Look back into your mighty ancestors: [6] => Go, my dread lord, to your great-grandsire's tomb, [7] => From whom you claim; invoke his warlike spirit, [8] => And your great-uncle's, Edward the Black Prince, [9] => Who on the French ground play'd a tragedy, [10] => Making defeat on the full power of France, [11] => Whiles his most mighty father on a hill [12] => Stood smiling to behold his lion's whelp [13] => Forage in blood of French nobility. [14] => O noble English. that could entertain [15] => With half their forces the full Pride of France [16] => And let another half stand laughing by, [17] => All out of work and cold for action! ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ELY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Awake remembrance of these valiant dead [1] => And with your puissant arm renew their feats: [2] => You are their heir; you sit upon their throne; [3] => The blood and courage that renowned them [4] => Runs in your veins; and my thrice-puissant liege [5] => Is in the very May-morn of his youth, [6] => Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your brother kings and monarchs of the earth [1] => Do all expect that you should rouse yourself, [2] => As did the former lions of your blood. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They know your grace hath cause and means and might; [1] => So hath your highness; never king of England [2] => Had nobles richer and more loyal subjects, [3] => Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England [4] => And lie pavilion'd in the fields of France. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CANTERBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, let their bodies follow, my dear liege, [1] => With blood and sword and fire to win your right; [2] => In aid whereof we of the spiritualty [3] => Will raise your highness such a mighty sum [4] => As never did the clergy at one time [5] => Bring in to any of your ancestors. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We must not only arm to invade the French, [1] => But lay down our proportions to defend [2] => Against the Scot, who will make road upon us [3] => With all advantages. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CANTERBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They of those marches, gracious sovereign, [1] => Shall be a wall sufficient to defend [2] => Our inland from the pilfering borderers. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We do not mean the coursing snatchers only, [1] => But fear the main intendment of the Scot, [2] => Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to us; [3] => For you shall read that my great-grandfather [4] => Never went with his forces into France [5] => But that the Scot on his unfurnish'd kingdom [6] => Came pouring, like the tide into a breach, [7] => With ample and brim fulness of his force, [8] => Galling the gleaned land with hot assays, [9] => Girding with grievous siege castles and towns; [10] => That England, being empty of defence, [11] => Hath shook and trembled at the ill neighbourhood. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CANTERBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => She hath been then more fear'd than harm'd, my liege; [1] => For hear her but exampled by herself: [2] => When all her chivalry hath been in France [3] => And she a mourning widow of her nobles, [4] => She hath herself not only well defended [5] => But taken and impounded as a stray [6] => The King of Scots; whom she did send to France, [7] => To fill King Edward's fame with prisoner kings [8] => And make her chronicle as rich with praise [9] => As is the ooze and bottom of the sea [10] => With sunken wreck and sunless treasuries. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But there's a saying very old and true, [1] => 'If that you will France win, [2] => Then with Scotland first begin:' [3] => For once the eagle England being in prey, [4] => To her unguarded nest the weasel Scot [5] => Comes sneaking and so sucks her princely eggs, [6] => Playing the mouse in absence of the cat, [7] => To tear and havoc more than she can eat. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It follows then the cat must stay at home: [1] => Yet that is but a crush'd necessity, [2] => Since we have locks to safeguard necessaries, [3] => And pretty traps to catch the petty thieves. [4] => While that the armed hand doth fight abroad, [5] => The advised head defends itself at home; [6] => For government, though high and low and lower, [7] => Put into parts, doth keep in one consent, [8] => Congreeing in a full and natural close, [9] => Like music. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CANTERBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Therefore doth heaven divide [1] => The state of man in divers functions, [2] => Setting endeavour in continual motion; [3] => To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, [4] => Obedience: for so work the honey-bees, [5] => Creatures that by a rule in nature teach [6] => The act of order to a peopled kingdom. [7] => They have a king and officers of sorts; [8] => Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, [9] => Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, [10] => Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, [11] => Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, [12] => Which pillage they with merry march bring home [13] => To the tent-royal of their emperor; [14] => Who, busied in his majesty, surveys [15] => The singing masons building roofs of gold, [16] => The civil citizens kneading up the honey, [17] => The poor mechanic porters crowding in [18] => Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, [19] => The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, [20] => Delivering o'er to executors pale [21] => The lazy yawning drone. I this infer, [22] => That many things, having full reference [23] => To one consent, may work contrariously: [24] => As many arrows, loosed several ways, [25] => Come to one mark; as many ways meet in one town; [26] => As many fresh streams meet in one salt sea; [27] => As many lines close in the dial's centre; [28] => So may a thousand actions, once afoot. [29] => End in one purpose, and be all well borne [30] => Without defeat. Therefore to France, my liege. [31] => Divide your happy England into four; [32] => Whereof take you one quarter into France, [33] => And you withal shall make all Gallia shake. [34] => If we, with thrice such powers left at home, [35] => Cannot defend our own doors from the dog, [36] => Let us be worried and our nation lose [37] => The name of hardiness and policy. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin. [1] => Now are we well resolved; and, by God's help, [2] => And yours, the noble sinews of our power, [3] => France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe, [4] => Or break it all to pieces: or there we'll sit, [5] => Ruling in large and ample empery [6] => O'er France and all her almost kingly dukedoms, [7] => Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn, [8] => Tombless, with no remembrance over them: [9] => Either our history shall with full mouth [10] => Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, [11] => Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth, [12] => Not worshipp'd with a waxen epitaph. [13] => Now are we well prepared to know the pleasure [14] => Of our fair cousin Dauphin; for we hear [15] => Your greeting is from him, not from the king. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Exeunt some Attendants [1] => Enter Ambassadors of France ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Ambassador [LINE] => Array ( [0] => May't please your majesty to give us leave [1] => Freely to render what we have in charge; [2] => Or shall we sparingly show you far off [3] => The Dauphin's meaning and our embassy? ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We are no tyrant, but a Christian king; [1] => Unto whose grace our passion is as subject [2] => As are our wretches fetter'd in our prisons: [3] => Therefore with frank and with uncurbed plainness [4] => Tell us the Dauphin's mind. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Ambassador [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thus, then, in few. [1] => Your highness, lately sending into France, [2] => Did claim some certain dukedoms, in the right [3] => Of your great predecessor, King Edward the Third. [4] => In answer of which claim, the prince our master [5] => Says that you savour too much of your youth, [6] => And bids you be advised there's nought in France [7] => That can be with a nimble galliard won; [8] => You cannot revel into dukedoms there. [9] => He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit, [10] => This tun of treasure; and, in lieu of this, [11] => Desires you let the dukedoms that you claim [12] => Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin speaks. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => What treasure, uncle? ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Tennis-balls, my liege. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us; [1] => His present and your pains we thank you for: [2] => When we have march'd our rackets to these balls, [3] => We will, in France, by God's grace, play a set [4] => Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard. [5] => Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler [6] => That all the courts of France will be disturb'd [7] => With chaces. And we understand him well, [8] => How he comes o'er us with our wilder days, [9] => Not measuring what use we made of them. [10] => We never valued this poor seat of England; [11] => And therefore, living hence, did give ourself [12] => To barbarous licence; as 'tis ever common [13] => That men are merriest when they are from home. [14] => But tell the Dauphin I will keep my state, [15] => Be like a king and show my sail of greatness [16] => When I do rouse me in my throne of France: [17] => For that I have laid by my majesty [18] => And plodded like a man for working-days, [19] => But I will rise there with so full a glory [20] => That I will dazzle all the eyes of France, [21] => Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on us. [22] => And tell the pleasant prince this mock of his [23] => Hath turn'd his balls to gun-stones; and his soul [24] => Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance [25] => That shall fly with them: for many a thousand widows [26] => Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands; [27] => Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down; [28] => And some are yet ungotten and unborn [29] => That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn. [30] => But this lies all within the will of God, [31] => To whom I do appeal; and in whose name [32] => Tell you the Dauphin I am coming on, [33] => To venge me as I may and to put forth [34] => My rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause. [35] => So get you hence in peace; and tell the Dauphin [36] => His jest will savour but of shallow wit, [37] => When thousands weep more than did laugh at it. [38] => Convey them with safe conduct. Fare you well. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => This was a merry message. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We hope to make the sender blush at it. [1] => Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour [2] => That may give furtherance to our expedition; [3] => For we have now no thought in us but France, [4] => Save those to God, that run before our business. [5] => Therefore let our proportions for these wars [6] => Be soon collected and all things thought upon [7] => That may with reasonable swiftness add [8] => More feathers to our wings; for, God before, [9] => We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door. [10] => Therefore let every man now task his thought, [11] => That this fair action may on foot be brought. ) ) ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT II [PROLOGUE] => Array ( [TITLE] => PROLOGUE [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter Chorus [1] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Chorus [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now all the youth of England are on fire, [1] => And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies: [2] => Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought [3] => Reigns solely in the breast of every man: [4] => They sell the pasture now to buy the horse, [5] => Following the mirror of all Christian kings, [6] => With winged heels, as English Mercuries. [7] => For now sits Expectation in the air, [8] => And hides a sword from hilts unto the point [9] => With crowns imperial, crowns and coronets, [10] => Promised to Harry and his followers. [11] => The French, advised by good intelligence [12] => Of this most dreadful preparation, [13] => Shake in their fear and with pale policy [14] => Seek to divert the English purposes. [15] => O England! model to thy inward greatness, [16] => Like little body with a mighty heart, [17] => What mightst thou do, that honour would thee do, [18] => Were all thy children kind and natural! [19] => But see thy fault! France hath in thee found out [20] => A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills [21] => With treacherous crowns; and three corrupted men, [22] => One, Richard Earl of Cambridge, and the second, [23] => Henry Lord Scroop of Masham, and the third, [24] => Sir Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland, [25] => Have, for the gilt of France,--O guilt indeed! [26] => Confirm'd conspiracy with fearful France; [27] => And by their hands this grace of kings must die, [28] => If hell and treason hold their promises, [29] => Ere he take ship for France, and in Southampton. [30] => Linger your patience on; and we'll digest [31] => The abuse of distance; force a play: [32] => The sum is paid; the traitors are agreed; [33] => The king is set from London; and the scene [34] => Is now transported, gentles, to Southampton; [35] => There is the playhouse now, there must you sit: [36] => And thence to France shall we convey you safe, [37] => And bring you back, charming the narrow seas [38] => To give you gentle pass; for, if we may, [39] => We'll not offend one stomach with our play. [40] => But, till the king come forth, and not till then, [41] => Unto Southampton do we shift our scene. ) ) ) [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. London. A street. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter Corporal NYM and Lieutenant BARDOLPH [1] => Enter PISTOL and Hostess [2] => Draws [3] => Enter the Boy [4] => Exeunt Hostess and Boy [5] => They draw [6] => Re-enter Hostess ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Well met, Corporal Nym. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NYM [LINE] => Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends yet? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NYM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For my part, I care not: I say little; but when [1] => time shall serve, there shall be smiles; but that [2] => shall be as it may. I dare not fight; but I will [3] => wink and hold out mine iron: it is a simple one; but [4] => what though? it will toast cheese, and it will [5] => endure cold as another man's sword will: and [6] => there's an end. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends; and [1] => we'll be all three sworn brothers to France: let it [2] => be so, good Corporal Nym. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NYM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's the [1] => certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I [2] => will do as I may: that is my rest, that is the [3] => rendezvous of it. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is certain, corporal, that he is married to Nell [1] => Quickly: and certainly she did you wrong; for you [2] => were troth-plight to her. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NYM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I cannot tell: things must be as they may: men may [1] => sleep, and they may have their throats about them at [2] => that time; and some say knives have edges. It must [3] => be as it may: though patience be a tired mare, yet [4] => she will plod. There must be conclusions. Well, I [5] => cannot tell. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife: good [1] => corporal, be patient here. How now, mine host Pistol! ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Base tike, call'st thou me host? Now, by this hand, [1] => I swear, I scorn the term; Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, by my troth, not long; for we cannot lodge and [1] => board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen that live [2] => honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will [3] => be thought we keep a bawdy house straight. [4] => O well a day, Lady, if he be not drawn now! we [5] => shall see wilful adultery and murder committed. ) [STAGEDIR] => NYM and PISTOL draw ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Good lieutenant! good corporal! offer nothing here. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NYM [LINE] => Pish! ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prick-ear'd cur of Iceland! ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Good Corporal Nym, show thy valour, and put up your sword. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NYM [LINE] => Will you shog off? I would have you solus. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Solus,' egregious dog? O viper vile! [1] => The 'solus' in thy most mervailous face; [2] => The 'solus' in thy teeth, and in thy throat, [3] => And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy, [4] => And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth! [5] => I do retort the 'solus' in thy bowels; [6] => For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up, [7] => And flashing fire will follow. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NYM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am not Barbason; you cannot conjure me. I have an [1] => humour to knock you indifferently well. If you grow [2] => foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my [3] => rapier, as I may, in fair terms: if you would walk [4] => off, I would prick your guts a little, in good [5] => terms, as I may: and that's the humour of it. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O braggart vile and damned furious wight! [1] => The grave doth gape, and doting death is near; [2] => Therefore exhale. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hear me, hear me what I say: he that strikes the [1] => first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, as I am a soldier. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An oath of mickle might; and fury shall abate. [1] => Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give: [2] => Thy spirits are most tall. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NYM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will cut thy throat, one time or other, in fair [1] => terms: that is the humour of it. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Couple a gorge!' [1] => That is the word. I thee defy again. [2] => O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get? [3] => No; to the spital go, [4] => And from the powdering tub of infamy [5] => Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind, [6] => Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse: [7] => I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly [8] => For the only she; and--pauca, there's enough. Go to. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Boy [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master, and [1] => you, hostess: he is very sick, and would to bed. [2] => Good Bardolph, put thy face between his sheets, and [3] => do the office of a warming-pan. Faith, he's very ill. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Away, you rogue! ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of [1] => these days. The king has killed his heart. Good [2] => husband, come home presently. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, shall I make you two friends? We must to [1] => France together: why the devil should we keep [2] => knives to cut one another's throats? ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food howl on! ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NYM [LINE] => You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting? ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Base is the slave that pays. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NYM [LINE] => That now I will have: that's the humour of it. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => As manhood shall compound: push home. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I'll [1] => kill him; by this sword, I will. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their course. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends: [1] => an thou wilt not, why, then, be enemies with me too. [2] => Prithee, put up. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NYM [LINE] => I shall have my eight shillings I won of you at betting? ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A noble shalt thou have, and present pay; [1] => And liquor likewise will I give to thee, [2] => And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood: [3] => I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me; [4] => Is not this just? for I shall sutler be [5] => Unto the camp, and profits will accrue. [6] => Give me thy hand. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NYM [LINE] => I shall have my noble? ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => In cash most justly paid. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NYM [LINE] => Well, then, that's the humour of't. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir [1] => John. Ah, poor heart! he is so shaked of a burning [2] => quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to [3] => behold. Sweet men, come to him. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NYM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The king hath run bad humours on the knight; that's [1] => the even of it. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nym, thou hast spoke the right; [1] => His heart is fracted and corroborate. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NYM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The king is a good king: but it must be as it may; [1] => he passes some humours and careers. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins we will live. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Southampton. A council-chamber. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter EXETER, BEDFORD, and WESTMORELAND [1] => Trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY V, SCROOP, CAMBRIDGE, GREY, and Attendants [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => 'Fore God, his grace is bold, to trust these traitors. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => They shall be apprehended by and by. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How smooth and even they do bear themselves! [1] => As if allegiance in their bosoms sat, [2] => Crowned with faith and constant loyalty. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The king hath note of all that they intend, [1] => By interception which they dream not of. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow, [1] => Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious favours, [2] => That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell [3] => His sovereign's life to death and treachery. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now sits the wind fair, and we will aboard. [1] => My Lord of Cambridge, and my kind Lord of Masham, [2] => And you, my gentle knight, give me your thoughts: [3] => Think you not that the powers we bear with us [4] => Will cut their passage through the force of France, [5] => Doing the execution and the act [6] => For which we have in head assembled them? ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SCROOP [LINE] => No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I doubt not that; since we are well persuaded [1] => We carry not a heart with us from hence [2] => That grows not in a fair consent with ours, [3] => Nor leave not one behind that doth not wish [4] => Success and conquest to attend on us. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAMBRIDGE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Never was monarch better fear'd and loved [1] => Than is your majesty: there's not, I think, a subject [2] => That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness [3] => Under the sweet shade of your government. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => True: those that were your father's enemies [1] => Have steep'd their galls in honey and do serve you [2] => With hearts create of duty and of zeal. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We therefore have great cause of thankfulness; [1] => And shall forget the office of our hand, [2] => Sooner than quittance of desert and merit [3] => According to the weight and worthiness. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SCROOP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So service shall with steeled sinews toil, [1] => And labour shall refresh itself with hope, [2] => To do your grace incessant services. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We judge no less. Uncle of Exeter, [1] => Enlarge the man committed yesterday, [2] => That rail'd against our person: we consider [3] => it was excess of wine that set him on; [4] => And on his more advice we pardon him. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SCROOP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That's mercy, but too much security: [1] => Let him be punish'd, sovereign, lest example [2] => Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => O, let us yet be merciful. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAMBRIDGE [LINE] => So may your highness, and yet punish too. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, [1] => You show great mercy, if you give him life, [2] => After the taste of much correction. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, your too much love and care of me [1] => Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch! [2] => If little faults, proceeding on distemper, [3] => Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye [4] => When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd and digested, [5] => Appear before us? We'll yet enlarge that man, [6] => Though Cambridge, Scroop and Grey, in their dear care [7] => And tender preservation of our person, [8] => Would have him punished. And now to our French causes: [9] => Who are the late commissioners? ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAMBRIDGE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I one, my lord: [1] => Your highness bade me ask for it to-day. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SCROOP [LINE] => So did you me, my liege. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREY [LINE] => And I, my royal sovereign. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then, Richard Earl of Cambridge, there is yours; [1] => There yours, Lord Scroop of Masham; and, sir knight, [2] => Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours: [3] => Read them; and know, I know your worthiness. [4] => My Lord of Westmoreland, and uncle Exeter, [5] => We will aboard to night. Why, how now, gentlemen! [6] => What see you in those papers that you lose [7] => So much complexion? Look ye, how they change! [8] => Their cheeks are paper. Why, what read you there [9] => That hath so cowarded and chased your blood [10] => Out of appearance? ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAMBRIDGE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do confess my fault; [1] => And do submit me to your highness' mercy. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Array ( [0] => GREY [1] => SCROOP ) [LINE] => To which we all appeal. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The mercy that was quick in us but late, [1] => By your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd: [2] => You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy; [3] => For your own reasons turn into your bosoms, [4] => As dogs upon their masters, worrying you. [5] => See you, my princes, and my noble peers, [6] => These English monsters! My Lord of Cambridge here, [7] => You know how apt our love was to accord [8] => To furnish him with all appertinents [9] => Belonging to his honour; and this man [10] => Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspired, [11] => And sworn unto the practises of France, [12] => To kill us here in Hampton: to the which [13] => This knight, no less for bounty bound to us [14] => Than Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn. But, O, [15] => What shall I say to thee, Lord Scroop? thou cruel, [16] => Ingrateful, savage and inhuman creature! [17] => Thou that didst bear the key of all my counsels, [18] => That knew'st the very bottom of my soul, [19] => That almost mightst have coin'd me into gold, [20] => Wouldst thou have practised on me for thy use, [21] => May it be possible, that foreign hire [22] => Could out of thee extract one spark of evil [23] => That might annoy my finger? 'tis so strange, [24] => That, though the truth of it stands off as gross [25] => As black and white, my eye will scarcely see it. [26] => Treason and murder ever kept together, [27] => As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose, [28] => Working so grossly in a natural cause, [29] => That admiration did not whoop at them: [30] => But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in [31] => Wonder to wait on treason and on murder: [32] => And whatsoever cunning fiend it was [33] => That wrought upon thee so preposterously [34] => Hath got the voice in hell for excellence: [35] => All other devils that suggest by treasons [36] => Do botch and bungle up damnation [37] => With patches, colours, and with forms being fetch'd [38] => From glistering semblances of piety; [39] => But he that temper'd thee bade thee stand up, [40] => Gave thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason, [41] => Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor. [42] => If that same demon that hath gull'd thee thus [43] => Should with his lion gait walk the whole world, [44] => He might return to vasty Tartar back, [45] => And tell the legions 'I can never win [46] => A soul so easy as that Englishman's.' [47] => O, how hast thou with 'jealousy infected [48] => The sweetness of affiance! Show men dutiful? [49] => Why, so didst thou: seem they grave and learned? [50] => Why, so didst thou: come they of noble family? [51] => Why, so didst thou: seem they religious? [52] => Why, so didst thou: or are they spare in diet, [53] => Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger, [54] => Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood, [55] => Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement, [56] => Not working with the eye without the ear, [57] => And but in purged judgment trusting neither? [58] => Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem: [59] => And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot, [60] => To mark the full-fraught man and best indued [61] => With some suspicion. I will weep for thee; [62] => For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like [63] => Another fall of man. Their faults are open: [64] => Arrest them to the answer of the law; [65] => And God acquit them of their practises! ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of [1] => Richard Earl of Cambridge. [2] => I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of [3] => Henry Lord Scroop of Masham. [4] => I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of [5] => Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SCROOP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Our purposes God justly hath discover'd; [1] => And I repent my fault more than my death; [2] => Which I beseech your highness to forgive, [3] => Although my body pay the price of it. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAMBRIDGE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For me, the gold of France did not seduce; [1] => Although I did admit it as a motive [2] => The sooner to effect what I intended: [3] => But God be thanked for prevention; [4] => Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice, [5] => Beseeching God and you to pardon me. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Never did faithful subject more rejoice [1] => At the discovery of most dangerous treason [2] => Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself. [3] => Prevented from a damned enterprise: [4] => My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God quit you in his mercy! Hear your sentence. [1] => You have conspired against our royal person, [2] => Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd and from his coffers [3] => Received the golden earnest of our death; [4] => Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter, [5] => His princes and his peers to servitude, [6] => His subjects to oppression and contempt [7] => And his whole kingdom into desolation. [8] => Touching our person seek we no revenge; [9] => But we our kingdom's safety must so tender, [10] => Whose ruin you have sought, that to her laws [11] => We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence, [12] => Poor miserable wretches, to your death: [13] => The taste whereof, God of his mercy give [14] => You patience to endure, and true repentance [15] => Of all your dear offences! Bear them hence. [16] => Now, lords, for France; the enterprise whereof [17] => Shall be to you, as us, like glorious. [18] => We doubt not of a fair and lucky war, [19] => Since God so graciously hath brought to light [20] => This dangerous treason lurking in our way [21] => To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now [22] => But every rub is smoothed on our way. [23] => Then forth, dear countrymen: let us deliver [24] => Our puissance into the hand of God, [25] => Putting it straight in expedition. [26] => Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance: [27] => No king of England, if not king of France. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt CAMBRIDGE, SCROOP and GREY, guarded ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. London. Before a tavern. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter PISTOL, Hostess, NYM, BARDOLPH, and Boy [1] => Kissing her [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No; for my manly heart doth yearn. [1] => Bardolph, be blithe: Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins: [2] => Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead, [3] => And we must yearn therefore. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either in [1] => heaven or in hell! ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, sure, he's not in hell: he's in Arthur's [1] => bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. A' made [2] => a finer end and went away an it had been any [3] => christom child; a' parted even just between twelve [4] => and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after [5] => I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with [6] => flowers and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew [7] => there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as [8] => a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. 'How now, [9] => sir John!' quoth I 'what, man! be o' good [10] => cheer.' So a' cried out 'God, God, God!' three or [11] => four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him a' [12] => should not think of God; I hoped there was no need [13] => to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So [14] => a' bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my [15] => hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as [16] => cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and [17] => they were as cold as any stone, and so upward and [18] => upward, and all was as cold as any stone. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NYM [LINE] => They say he cried out of sack. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Ay, that a' did. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => And of women. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Nay, that a' did not. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Boy [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, that a' did; and said they were devils [1] => incarnate. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A' could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he [1] => never liked. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Boy [LINE] => A' said once, the devil would have him about women. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A' did in some sort, indeed, handle women; but then [1] => he was rheumatic, and talked of the whore of Babylon. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Boy [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do you not remember, a' saw a flea stick upon [1] => Bardolph's nose, and a' said it was a black soul [2] => burning in hell-fire? ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, the fuel is gone that maintained that fire: [1] => that's all the riches I got in his service. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NYM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Shall we shog? the king will be gone from [1] => Southampton. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, let's away. My love, give me thy lips. [1] => Look to my chattels and my movables: [2] => Let senses rule; the word is 'Pitch and Pay:' [3] => Trust none; [4] => For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes, [5] => And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck: [6] => Therefore, Caveto be thy counsellor. [7] => Go, clear thy crystals. Yoke-fellows in arms, [8] => Let us to France; like horse-leeches, my boys, [9] => To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck! ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Boy [LINE] => And that's but unwholesome food they say. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Touch her soft mouth, and march. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Farewell, hostess. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NYM [LINE] => I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but, adieu. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Let housewifery appear: keep close, I thee command. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Farewell; adieu. ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. France. The KING'S palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Flourish. Enter the FRENCH KING, the DAUPHIN, the DUKES of BERRI and BRETAGNE, the Constable, and others [1] => Enter a Messenger [2] => Re-enter Lords, with EXETER and train [3] => Flourish. Exeunt ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING OF FRANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thus comes the English with full power upon us; [1] => And more than carefully it us concerns [2] => To answer royally in our defences. [3] => Therefore the Dukes of Berri and of Bretagne, [4] => Of Brabant and of Orleans, shall make forth, [5] => And you, Prince Dauphin, with all swift dispatch, [6] => To line and new repair our towns of war [7] => With men of courage and with means defendant; [8] => For England his approaches makes as fierce [9] => As waters to the sucking of a gulf. [10] => It fits us then to be as provident [11] => As fear may teach us out of late examples [12] => Left by the fatal and neglected English [13] => Upon our fields. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My most redoubted father, [1] => It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe; [2] => For peace itself should not so dull a kingdom, [3] => Though war nor no known quarrel were in question, [4] => But that defences, musters, preparations, [5] => Should be maintain'd, assembled and collected, [6] => As were a war in expectation. [7] => Therefore, I say 'tis meet we all go forth [8] => To view the sick and feeble parts of France: [9] => And let us do it with no show of fear; [10] => No, with no more than if we heard that England [11] => Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance: [12] => For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd, [13] => Her sceptre so fantastically borne [14] => By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth, [15] => That fear attends her not. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O peace, Prince Dauphin! [1] => You are too much mistaken in this king: [2] => Question your grace the late ambassadors, [3] => With what great state he heard their embassy, [4] => How well supplied with noble counsellors, [5] => How modest in exception, and withal [6] => How terrible in constant resolution, [7] => And you shall find his vanities forespent [8] => Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus, [9] => Covering discretion with a coat of folly; [10] => As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots [11] => That shall first spring and be most delicate. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable; [1] => But though we think it so, it is no matter: [2] => In cases of defence 'tis best to weigh [3] => The enemy more mighty than he seems: [4] => So the proportions of defence are fill'd; [5] => Which of a weak or niggardly projection [6] => Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat with scanting [7] => A little cloth. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING OF FRANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Think we King Harry strong; [1] => And, princes, look you strongly arm to meet him. [2] => The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us; [3] => And he is bred out of that bloody strain [4] => That haunted us in our familiar paths: [5] => Witness our too much memorable shame [6] => When Cressy battle fatally was struck, [7] => And all our princes captiv'd by the hand [8] => Of that black name, Edward, Black Prince of Wales; [9] => Whiles that his mountain sire, on mountain standing, [10] => Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun, [11] => Saw his heroical seed, and smiled to see him, [12] => Mangle the work of nature and deface [13] => The patterns that by God and by French fathers [14] => Had twenty years been made. This is a stem [15] => Of that victorious stock; and let us fear [16] => The native mightiness and fate of him. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ambassadors from Harry King of England [1] => Do crave admittance to your majesty. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING OF FRANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We'll give them present audience. Go, and bring them. [1] => You see this chase is hotly follow'd, friends. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt Messenger and certain Lords ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Turn head, and stop pursuit; for coward dogs [1] => Most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten [2] => Runs far before them. Good my sovereign, [3] => Take up the English short, and let them know [4] => Of what a monarchy you are the head: [5] => Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin [6] => As self-neglecting. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING OF FRANCE [LINE] => From our brother England? ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => From him; and thus he greets your majesty. [1] => He wills you, in the name of God Almighty, [2] => That you divest yourself, and lay apart [3] => The borrow'd glories that by gift of heaven, [4] => By law of nature and of nations, 'long [5] => To him and to his heirs; namely, the crown [6] => And all wide-stretched honours that pertain [7] => By custom and the ordinance of times [8] => Unto the crown of France. That you may know [9] => 'Tis no sinister nor no awkward claim, [10] => Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days, [11] => Nor from the dust of old oblivion raked, [12] => He sends you this most memorable line, [13] => In every branch truly demonstrative; [14] => Willing to overlook this pedigree: [15] => And when you find him evenly derived [16] => From his most famed of famous ancestors, [17] => Edward the Third, he bids you then resign [18] => Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held [19] => From him the native and true challenger. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING OF FRANCE [LINE] => Or else what follows? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crown [1] => Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it: [2] => Therefore in fierce tempest is he coming, [3] => In thunder and in earthquake, like a Jove, [4] => That, if requiring fail, he will compel; [5] => And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord, [6] => Deliver up the crown, and to take mercy [7] => On the poor souls for whom this hungry war [8] => Opens his vasty jaws; and on your head [9] => Turning the widows' tears, the orphans' cries [10] => The dead men's blood, the pining maidens groans, [11] => For husbands, fathers and betrothed lovers, [12] => That shall be swallow'd in this controversy. [13] => This is his claim, his threatening and my message; [14] => Unless the Dauphin be in presence here, [15] => To whom expressly I bring greeting too. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING OF FRANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For us, we will consider of this further: [1] => To-morrow shall you bear our full intent [2] => Back to our brother England. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For the Dauphin, [1] => I stand here for him: what to him from England? ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Scorn and defiance; slight regard, contempt, [1] => And any thing that may not misbecome [2] => The mighty sender, doth he prize you at. [3] => Thus says my king; an' if your father's highness [4] => Do not, in grant of all demands at large, [5] => Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty, [6] => He'll call you to so hot an answer of it, [7] => That caves and womby vaultages of France [8] => Shall chide your trespass and return your mock [9] => In second accent of his ordnance. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Say, if my father render fair return, [1] => It is against my will; for I desire [2] => Nothing but odds with England: to that end, [3] => As matching to his youth and vanity, [4] => I did present him with the Paris balls. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it, [1] => Were it the mistress-court of mighty Europe: [2] => And, be assured, you'll find a difference, [3] => As we his subjects have in wonder found, [4] => Between the promise of his greener days [5] => And these he masters now: now he weighs time [6] => Even to the utmost grain: that you shall read [7] => In your own losses, if he stay in France. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING OF FRANCE [LINE] => To-morrow shall you know our mind at full. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dispatch us with all speed, lest that our king [1] => Come here himself to question our delay; [2] => For he is footed in this land already. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING OF FRANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You shall be soon dispatch's with fair conditions: [1] => A night is but small breath and little pause [2] => To answer matters of this consequence. ) ) ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT III [PROLOGUE] => Array ( [TITLE] => PROLOGUE. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter Chorus [1] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Chorus [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thus with imagined wing our swift scene flies [1] => In motion of no less celerity [2] => Than that of thought. Suppose that you have seen [3] => The well-appointed king at Hampton pier [4] => Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet [5] => With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning: [6] => Play with your fancies, and in them behold [7] => Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing; [8] => Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give [9] => To sounds confused; behold the threaden sails, [10] => Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, [11] => Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea, [12] => Breasting the lofty surge: O, do but think [13] => You stand upon the ravage and behold [14] => A city on the inconstant billows dancing; [15] => For so appears this fleet majestical, [16] => Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow: [17] => Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy, [18] => And leave your England, as dead midnight still, [19] => Guarded with grandsires, babies and old women, [20] => Either past or not arrived to pith and puissance; [21] => For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd [22] => With one appearing hair, that will not follow [23] => These cull'd and choice-drawn cavaliers to France? [24] => Work, work your thoughts, and therein see a siege; [25] => Behold the ordnance on their carriages, [26] => With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur. [27] => Suppose the ambassador from the French comes back; [28] => Tells Harry that the king doth offer him [29] => Katharine his daughter, and with her, to dowry, [30] => Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms. [31] => The offer likes not: and the nimble gunner [32] => With linstock now the devilish cannon touches, [33] => And down goes all before them. Still be kind, [34] => And eke out our performance with your mind. ) [STAGEDIR] => Alarum, and chambers go off ) ) [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. France. Before Harfleur. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Alarum. Enter KING HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOUCESTER, and Soldiers, with scaling-ladders [1] => Exeunt. Alarum, and chambers go off ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; [1] => Or close the wall up with our English dead. [2] => In peace there's nothing so becomes a man [3] => As modest stillness and humility: [4] => But when the blast of war blows in our ears, [5] => Then imitate the action of the tiger; [6] => Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, [7] => Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; [8] => Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; [9] => Let pry through the portage of the head [10] => Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it [11] => As fearfully as doth a galled rock [12] => O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, [13] => Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. [14] => Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, [15] => Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit [16] => To his full height. On, on, you noblest English. [17] => Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof! [18] => Fathers that, like so many Alexanders, [19] => Have in these parts from morn till even fought [20] => And sheathed their swords for lack of argument: [21] => Dishonour not your mothers; now attest [22] => That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. [23] => Be copy now to men of grosser blood, [24] => And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman, [25] => Whose limbs were made in England, show us here [26] => The mettle of your pasture; let us swear [27] => That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; [28] => For there is none of you so mean and base, [29] => That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. [30] => I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, [31] => Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: [32] => Follow your spirit, and upon this charge [33] => Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!' ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The same. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter NYM, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, and Boy [1] => Enter FLUELLEN [2] => Driving them forward [3] => Exeunt all but Boy [4] => Exit [5] => Re-enter FLUELLEN, GOWER following [6] => Enter MACMORRIS and Captain JAMY [7] => A parley sounded [8] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the breach! ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NYM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pray thee, corporal, stay: the knocks are too hot; [1] => and, for mine own part, I have not a case of lives: [2] => the humour of it is too hot, that is the very [3] => plain-song of it. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The plain-song is most just: for humours do abound: [1] => Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop and die; [2] => And sword and shield, [3] => In bloody field, [4] => Doth win immortal fame. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Boy [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Would I were in an alehouse in London! I would give [1] => all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And I: [1] => If wishes would prevail with me, [2] => My purpose should not fail with me, [3] => But thither would I hie. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Boy [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As duly, but not as truly, [1] => As bird doth sing on bough. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Up to the breach, you dogs! avaunt, you cullions! ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be merciful, great duke, to men of mould. [1] => Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage, [2] => Abate thy rage, great duke! [3] => Good bawcock, bate thy rage; use lenity, sweet chuck! ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NYM [LINE] => These be good humours! your honour wins bad humours. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Boy [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As young as I am, I have observed these three [1] => swashers. I am boy to them all three: but all they [2] => three, though they would serve me, could not be man [3] => to me; for indeed three such antics do not amount to [4] => a man. For Bardolph, he is white-livered and [5] => red-faced; by the means whereof a' faces it out, but [6] => fights not. For Pistol, he hath a killing tongue [7] => and a quiet sword; by the means whereof a' breaks [8] => words, and keeps whole weapons. For Nym, he hath [9] => heard that men of few words are the best men; and [10] => therefore he scorns to say his prayers, lest a' [11] => should be thought a coward: but his few bad words [12] => are matched with as few good deeds; for a' never [13] => broke any man's head but his own, and that was [14] => against a post when he was drunk. They will steal [15] => any thing, and call it purchase. Bardolph stole a [16] => lute-case, bore it twelve leagues, and sold it for [17] => three half pence. Nym and Bardolph are sworn [18] => brothers in filching, and in Calais they stole a [19] => fire-shovel: I knew by that piece of service the [20] => men would carry coals. They would have me as [21] => familiar with men's pockets as their gloves or their [22] => handkerchers: which makes much against my manhood, [23] => if I should take from another's pocket to put into [24] => mine; for it is plain pocketing up of wrongs. I [25] => must leave them, and seek some better service: [26] => their villany goes against my weak stomach, and [27] => therefore I must cast it up. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the [1] => mines; the Duke of Gloucester would speak with you. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To the mines! tell you the duke, it is not so good [1] => to come to the mines; for, look you, the mines is [2] => not according to the disciplines of the war: the [3] => concavities of it is not sufficient; for, look you, [4] => the athversary, you may discuss unto the duke, look [5] => you, is digt himself four yard under the [6] => countermines: by Cheshu, I think a' will plough up [7] => all, if there is not better directions. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The Duke of Gloucester, to whom the order of the [1] => siege is given, is altogether directed by an [2] => Irishman, a very valiant gentleman, i' faith. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => It is Captain Macmorris, is it not? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => I think it be. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the world: I will [1] => verify as much in his beard: be has no more [2] => directions in the true disciplines of the wars, look [3] => you, of the Roman disciplines, than is a puppy-dog. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => Here a' comes; and the Scots captain, Captain Jamy, with him. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Captain Jamy is a marvellous falourous gentleman, [1] => that is certain; and of great expedition and [2] => knowledge in th' aunchient wars, upon my particular [3] => knowledge of his directions: by Cheshu, he will [4] => maintain his argument as well as any military man in [5] => the world, in the disciplines of the pristine wars [6] => of the Romans. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAMY [LINE] => I say gud-day, Captain Fluellen. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => God-den to your worship, good Captain James. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How now, Captain Macmorris! have you quit the [1] => mines? have the pioneers given o'er? ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACMORRIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By Chrish, la! tish ill done: the work ish give [1] => over, the trompet sound the retreat. By my hand, I [2] => swear, and my father's soul, the work ish ill done; [3] => it ish give over: I would have blowed up the town, so [4] => Chrish save me, la! in an hour: O, tish ill done, [5] => tish ill done; by my hand, tish ill done! ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Captain Macmorris, I beseech you now, will you [1] => voutsafe me, look you, a few disputations with you, [2] => as partly touching or concerning the disciplines of [3] => the war, the Roman wars, in the way of argument, [4] => look you, and friendly communication; partly to [5] => satisfy my opinion, and partly for the satisfaction, [6] => look you, of my mind, as touching the direction of [7] => the military discipline; that is the point. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAMY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It sall be vary gud, gud feith, gud captains bath: [1] => and I sall quit you with gud leve, as I may pick [2] => occasion; that sall I, marry. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACMORRIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is no time to discourse, so Chrish save me: the [1] => day is hot, and the weather, and the wars, and the [2] => king, and the dukes: it is no time to discourse. The [3] => town is beseeched, and the trumpet call us to the [4] => breach; and we talk, and, be Chrish, do nothing: [5] => 'tis shame for us all: so God sa' me, 'tis shame to [6] => stand still; it is shame, by my hand: and there is [7] => throats to be cut, and works to be done; and there [8] => ish nothing done, so Chrish sa' me, la! ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAMY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine take themselves [1] => to slomber, ay'll de gud service, or ay'll lig i' [2] => the grund for it; ay, or go to death; and ay'll pay [3] => 't as valourously as I may, that sall I suerly do, [4] => that is the breff and the long. Marry, I wad full [5] => fain hear some question 'tween you tway. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, under your [1] => correction, there is not many of your nation-- ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACMORRIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Of my nation! What ish my nation? Ish a villain, [1] => and a bastard, and a knave, and a rascal. What ish [2] => my nation? Who talks of my nation? ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Look you, if you take the matter otherwise than is [1] => meant, Captain Macmorris, peradventure I shall think [2] => you do not use me with that affability as in [3] => discretion you ought to use me, look you: being as [4] => good a man as yourself, both in the disciplines of [5] => war, and in the derivation of my birth, and in [6] => other particularities. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACMORRIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do not know you so good a man as myself: so [1] => Chrish save me, I will cut off your head. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAMY [LINE] => A! that's a foul fault. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => The town sounds a parley. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Captain Macmorris, when there is more better [1] => opportunity to be required, look you, I will be so [2] => bold as to tell you I know the disciplines of war; [3] => and there is an end. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. The same. Before the gates. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => The Governor and some Citizens on the walls; the English forces below. Enter KING HENRY and his train [1] => Flourish. The King and his train enter the town ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How yet resolves the governor of the town? [1] => This is the latest parle we will admit; [2] => Therefore to our best mercy give yourselves; [3] => Or like to men proud of destruction [4] => Defy us to our worst: for, as I am a soldier, [5] => A name that in my thoughts becomes me best, [6] => If I begin the battery once again, [7] => I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur [8] => Till in her ashes she lie buried. [9] => The gates of mercy shall be all shut up, [10] => And the flesh'd soldier, rough and hard of heart, [11] => In liberty of bloody hand shall range [12] => With conscience wide as hell, mowing like grass [13] => Your fresh-fair virgins and your flowering infants. [14] => What is it then to me, if impious war, [15] => Array'd in flames like to the prince of fiends, [16] => Do, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats [17] => Enlink'd to waste and desolation? [18] => What is't to me, when you yourselves are cause, [19] => If your pure maidens fall into the hand [20] => Of hot and forcing violation? [21] => What rein can hold licentious wickedness [22] => When down the hill he holds his fierce career? [23] => We may as bootless spend our vain command [24] => Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil [25] => As send precepts to the leviathan [26] => To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur, [27] => Take pity of your town and of your people, [28] => Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command; [29] => Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace [30] => O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds [31] => Of heady murder, spoil and villany. [32] => If not, why, in a moment look to see [33] => The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand [34] => Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters; [35] => Your fathers taken by the silver beards, [36] => And their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls, [37] => Your naked infants spitted upon pikes, [38] => Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confused [39] => Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry [40] => At Herod's bloody-hunting slaughtermen. [41] => What say you? will you yield, and this avoid, [42] => Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOVERNOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Our expectation hath this day an end: [1] => The Dauphin, whom of succors we entreated, [2] => Returns us that his powers are yet not ready [3] => To raise so great a siege. Therefore, great king, [4] => We yield our town and lives to thy soft mercy. [5] => Enter our gates; dispose of us and ours; [6] => For we no longer are defensible. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Open your gates. Come, uncle Exeter, [1] => Go you and enter Harfleur; there remain, [2] => And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French: [3] => Use mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle, [4] => The winter coming on and sickness growing [5] => Upon our soldiers, we will retire to Calais. [6] => To-night in Harfleur we will be your guest; [7] => To-morrow for the march are we addrest. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. The FRENCH KING's palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter KATHARINE and ALICE [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Alice, tu as ete en Angleterre, et tu parles bien le langage. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALICE [LINE] => Un peu, madame. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Je te prie, m'enseignez: il faut que j'apprenne a [1] => parler. Comment appelez-vous la main en Anglois? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALICE [LINE] => La main? elle est appelee de hand. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => De hand. Et les doigts? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALICE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Les doigts? ma foi, j'oublie les doigts; mais je me [1] => souviendrai. Les doigts? je pense qu'ils sont [2] => appeles de fingres; oui, de fingres. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => La main, de hand; les doigts, de fingres. Je pense [1] => que je suis le bon ecolier; j'ai gagne deux mots [2] => d'Anglois vitement. Comment appelez-vous les ongles? ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALICE [LINE] => Les ongles? nous les appelons de nails. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => De nails. Ecoutez; dites-moi, si je parle bien: de [1] => hand, de fingres, et de nails. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALICE [LINE] => C'est bien dit, madame; il est fort bon Anglois. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Dites-moi l'Anglois pour le bras. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALICE [LINE] => De arm, madame. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Et le coude? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALICE [LINE] => De elbow. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => De elbow. Je m'en fais la repetition de tous les [1] => mots que vous m'avez appris des a present. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALICE [LINE] => Il est trop difficile, madame, comme je pense. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Excusez-moi, Alice; ecoutez: de hand, de fingres, [1] => de nails, de arma, de bilbow. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALICE [LINE] => De elbow, madame. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Seigneur Dieu, je m'en oublie! de elbow. Comment [1] => appelez-vous le col? ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALICE [LINE] => De neck, madame. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => De nick. Et le menton? ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALICE [LINE] => De chin. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => De sin. Le col, de nick; de menton, de sin. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALICE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Oui. Sauf votre honneur, en verite, vous prononcez [1] => les mots aussi droit que les natifs d'Angleterre. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Je ne doute point d'apprendre, par la grace de Dieu, [1] => et en peu de temps. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALICE [LINE] => N'avez vous pas deja oublie ce que je vous ai enseigne? ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Non, je reciterai a vous promptement: de hand, de [1] => fingres, de mails-- ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALICE [LINE] => De nails, madame. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => De nails, de arm, de ilbow. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALICE [LINE] => Sauf votre honneur, de elbow. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ainsi dis-je; de elbow, de nick, et de sin. Comment [1] => appelez-vous le pied et la robe? ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALICE [LINE] => De foot, madame; et de coun. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => De foot et de coun! O Seigneur Dieu! ce sont mots [1] => de son mauvais, corruptible, gros, et impudique, et [2] => non pour les dames d'honneur d'user: je ne voudrais [3] => prononcer ces mots devant les seigneurs de France [4] => pour tout le monde. Foh! le foot et le coun! [5] => Neanmoins, je reciterai une autre fois ma lecon [6] => ensemble: de hand, de fingres, de nails, de arm, de [7] => elbow, de nick, de sin, de foot, de coun. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALICE [LINE] => Excellent, madame! ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => C'est assez pour une fois: allons-nous a diner. ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. The same. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter the KING OF FRANCE, the DAUPHIN, the DUKE oF BOURBON, the Constable Of France, and others [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING OF FRANCE [LINE] => 'Tis certain he hath pass'd the river Somme. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And if he be not fought withal, my lord, [1] => Let us not live in France; let us quit all [2] => And give our vineyards to a barbarous people. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Dieu vivant! shall a few sprays of us, [1] => The emptying of our fathers' luxury, [2] => Our scions, put in wild and savage stock, [3] => Spirt up so suddenly into the clouds, [4] => And overlook their grafters? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOURBON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards! [1] => Mort de ma vie! if they march along [2] => Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom, [3] => To buy a slobbery and a dirty farm [4] => In that nook-shotten isle of Albion. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dieu de batailles! where have they this mettle? [1] => Is not their climate foggy, raw and dull, [2] => On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale, [3] => Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden water, [4] => A drench for sur-rein'd jades, their barley-broth, [5] => Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat? [6] => And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine, [7] => Seem frosty? O, for honour of our land, [8] => Let us not hang like roping icicles [9] => Upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty people [10] => Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields! [11] => Poor we may call them in their native lords. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By faith and honour, [1] => Our madams mock at us, and plainly say [2] => Our mettle is bred out and they will give [3] => Their bodies to the lust of English youth [4] => To new-store France with bastard warriors. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOURBON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They bid us to the English dancing-schools, [1] => And teach lavoltas high and swift corantos; [2] => Saying our grace is only in our heels, [3] => And that we are most lofty runaways. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING OF FRANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where is Montjoy the herald? speed him hence: [1] => Let him greet England with our sharp defiance. [2] => Up, princes! and, with spirit of honour edged [3] => More sharper than your swords, hie to the field: [4] => Charles Delabreth, high constable of France; [5] => You Dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berri, [6] => Alencon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy; [7] => Jaques Chatillon, Rambures, Vaudemont, [8] => Beaumont, Grandpre, Roussi, and Fauconberg, [9] => Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois; [10] => High dukes, great princes, barons, lords and knights, [11] => For your great seats now quit you of great shames. [12] => Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land [13] => With pennons painted in the blood of Harfleur: [14] => Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow [15] => Upon the valleys, whose low vassal seat [16] => The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon: [17] => Go down upon him, you have power enough, [18] => And in a captive chariot into Rouen [19] => Bring him our prisoner. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This becomes the great. [1] => Sorry am I his numbers are so few, [2] => His soldiers sick and famish'd in their march, [3] => For I am sure, when he shall see our army, [4] => He'll drop his heart into the sink of fear [5] => And for achievement offer us his ransom. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING OF FRANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Therefore, lord constable, haste on Montjoy. [1] => And let him say to England that we send [2] => To know what willing ransom he will give. [3] => Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Rouen. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Not so, I do beseech your majesty. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING OF FRANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be patient, for you shall remain with us. [1] => Now forth, lord constable and princes all, [2] => And quickly bring us word of England's fall. ) ) ) ) [5] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VI. The English camp in Picardy. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter GOWER and FLUELLEN, meeting [1] => Enter PISTOL [2] => Exit [3] => Tucket. Enter MONTJOY [4] => Exit [5] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => How now, Captain Fluellen! come you from the bridge? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I assure you, there is very excellent services [1] => committed at the bridge. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => Is the Duke of Exeter safe? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Agamemnon; [1] => and a man that I love and honour with my soul, and my [2] => heart, and my duty, and my life, and my living, and [3] => my uttermost power: he is not-God be praised and [4] => blessed!--any hurt in the world; but keeps the [5] => bridge most valiantly, with excellent discipline. [6] => There is an aunchient lieutenant there at the [7] => pridge, I think in my very conscience he is as [8] => valiant a man as Mark Antony; and he is a man of no [9] => estimation in the world; but did see him do as [10] => gallant service. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => What do you call him? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => He is called Aunchient Pistol. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => I know him not. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Here is the man. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours: [1] => The Duke of Exeter doth love thee well. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, I praise God; and I have merited some love at [1] => his hands. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bardolph, a soldier, firm and sound of heart, [1] => And of buxom valour, hath, by cruel fate, [2] => And giddy Fortune's furious fickle wheel, [3] => That goddess blind, [4] => That stands upon the rolling restless stone-- ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By your patience, Aunchient Pistol. Fortune is [1] => painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes, to [2] => signify to you that Fortune is blind; and she is [3] => painted also with a wheel, to signify to you, which [4] => is the moral of it, that she is turning, and [5] => inconstant, and mutability, and variation: and her [6] => foot, look you, is fixed upon a spherical stone, [7] => which rolls, and rolls, and rolls: in good truth, [8] => the poet makes a most excellent description of it: [9] => Fortune is an excellent moral. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him; [1] => For he hath stolen a pax, and hanged must a' be: [2] => A damned death! [3] => Let gallows gape for dog; let man go free [4] => And let not hemp his wind-pipe suffocate: [5] => But Exeter hath given the doom of death [6] => For pax of little price. [7] => Therefore, go speak: the duke will hear thy voice: [8] => And let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut [9] => With edge of penny cord and vile reproach: [10] => Speak, captain, for his life, and I will thee requite. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Aunchient Pistol, I do partly understand your meaning. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Why then, rejoice therefore. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Certainly, aunchient, it is not a thing to rejoice [1] => at: for if, look you, he were my brother, I would [2] => desire the duke to use his good pleasure, and put [3] => him to execution; for discipline ought to be used. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Die and be damn'd! and figo for thy friendship! ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => It is well. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => The fig of Spain! ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Very good. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal; I [1] => remember him now; a bawd, a cutpurse. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll assure you, a' uttered as brave words at the [1] => bridge as you shall see in a summer's day. But it [2] => is very well; what he has spoke to me, that is well, [3] => I warrant you, when time is serve. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue, that now and then [1] => goes to the wars, to grace himself at his return [2] => into London under the form of a soldier. And such [3] => fellows are perfect in the great commanders' names: [4] => and they will learn you by rote where services were [5] => done; at such and such a sconce, at such a breach, [6] => at such a convoy; who came off bravely, who was [7] => shot, who disgraced, what terms the enemy stood on; [8] => and this they con perfectly in the phrase of war, [9] => which they trick up with new-tuned oaths: and what [10] => a beard of the general's cut and a horrid suit of [11] => the camp will do among foaming bottles and [12] => ale-washed wits, is wonderful to be thought on. But [13] => you must learn to know such slanders of the age, or [14] => else you may be marvellously mistook. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I tell you what, Captain Gower; I do perceive he is [1] => not the man that he would gladly make show to the [2] => world he is: if I find a hole in his coat, I will [3] => tell him my mind. [4] => Hark you, the king is coming, and I must speak with [5] => him from the pridge. [6] => God pless your majesty! ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Drum heard [1] => Drum and colours. Enter KING HENRY, GLOUCESTER, and Soldiers ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => How now, Fluellen! camest thou from the bridge? ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, so please your majesty. The Duke of Exeter has [1] => very gallantly maintained the pridge: the French is [2] => gone off, look you; and there is gallant and most [3] => prave passages; marry, th' athversary was have [4] => possession of the pridge; but he is enforced to [5] => retire, and the Duke of Exeter is master of the [6] => pridge: I can tell your majesty, the duke is a [7] => prave man. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => What men have you lost, Fluellen? ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The perdition of th' athversary hath been very [1] => great, reasonable great: marry, for my part, I [2] => think the duke hath lost never a man, but one that [3] => is like to be executed for robbing a church, one [4] => Bardolph, if your majesty know the man: his face is [5] => all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs, and flames o' [6] => fire: and his lips blows at his nose, and it is like [7] => a coal of fire, sometimes plue and sometimes red; [8] => but his nose is executed and his fire's out. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We would have all such offenders so cut off: and we [1] => give express charge, that in our marches through the [2] => country, there be nothing compelled from the [3] => villages, nothing taken but paid for, none of the [4] => French upbraided or abused in disdainful language; [5] => for when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the [6] => gentler gamester is the soonest winner. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MONTJOY [LINE] => You know me by my habit. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Well then I know thee: what shall I know of thee? ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MONTJOY [LINE] => My master's mind. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Unfold it. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MONTJOY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thus says my king: Say thou to Harry of England: [1] => Though we seemed dead, we did but sleep: advantage [2] => is a better soldier than rashness. Tell him we [3] => could have rebuked him at Harfleur, but that we [4] => thought not good to bruise an injury till it were [5] => full ripe: now we speak upon our cue, and our voice [6] => is imperial: England shall repent his folly, see [7] => his weakness, and admire our sufferance. Bid him [8] => therefore consider of his ransom; which must [9] => proportion the losses we have borne, the subjects we [10] => have lost, the disgrace we have digested; which in [11] => weight to re-answer, his pettiness would bow under. [12] => For our losses, his exchequer is too poor; for the [13] => effusion of our blood, the muster of his kingdom too [14] => faint a number; and for our disgrace, his own [15] => person, kneeling at our feet, but a weak and [16] => worthless satisfaction. To this add defiance: and [17] => tell him, for conclusion, he hath betrayed his [18] => followers, whose condemnation is pronounced. So far [19] => my king and master; so much my office. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => What is thy name? I know thy quality. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MONTJOY [LINE] => Montjoy. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee back. [1] => And tell thy king I do not seek him now; [2] => But could be willing to march on to Calais [3] => Without impeachment: for, to say the sooth, [4] => Though 'tis no wisdom to confess so much [5] => Unto an enemy of craft and vantage, [6] => My people are with sickness much enfeebled, [7] => My numbers lessened, and those few I have [8] => Almost no better than so many French; [9] => Who when they were in health, I tell thee, herald, [10] => I thought upon one pair of English legs [11] => Did march three Frenchmen. Yet, forgive me, God, [12] => That I do brag thus! This your air of France [13] => Hath blown that vice in me: I must repent. [14] => Go therefore, tell thy master here I am; [15] => My ransom is this frail and worthless trunk, [16] => My army but a weak and sickly guard; [17] => Yet, God before, tell him we will come on, [18] => Though France himself and such another neighbour [19] => Stand in our way. There's for thy labour, Montjoy. [20] => Go bid thy master well advise himself: [21] => If we may pass, we will; if we be hinder'd, [22] => We shall your tawny ground with your red blood [23] => Discolour: and so Montjoy, fare you well. [24] => The sum of all our answer is but this: [25] => We would not seek a battle, as we are; [26] => Nor, as we are, we say we will not shun it: [27] => So tell your master. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MONTJOY [LINE] => I shall deliver so. Thanks to your highness. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => I hope they will not come upon us now. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We are in God's hand, brother, not in theirs. [1] => March to the bridge; it now draws toward night: [2] => Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves, [3] => And on to-morrow, bid them march away. ) ) ) ) [6] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VII. The French camp, near Agincourt: [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter the Constable of France, the LORD RAMBURES, ORLEANS, DAUPHIN, with others [1] => Exit [2] => Enter a Messenger [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Tut! I have the best armour of the world. Would it were day! ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => You have an excellent armour; but let my horse have his due. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => It is the best horse of Europe. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => Will it never be morning? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord of Orleans, and my lord high constable, you [1] => talk of horse and armour? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => You are as well provided of both as any prince in the world. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What a long night is this! I will not change my [1] => horse with any that treads but on four pasterns. [2] => Ca, ha! he bounds from the earth, as if his [3] => entrails were hairs; le cheval volant, the Pegasus, [4] => chez les narines de feu! When I bestride him, I [5] => soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth [6] => sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his [7] => hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => He's of the colour of the nutmeg. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And of the heat of the ginger. It is a beast for [1] => Perseus: he is pure air and fire; and the dull [2] => elements of earth and water never appear in him, but [3] => only in Patient stillness while his rider mounts [4] => him: he is indeed a horse; and all other jades you [5] => may call beasts. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and excellent horse. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is like the [1] => bidding of a monarch and his countenance enforces homage. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => No more, cousin. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, the man hath no wit that cannot, from the [1] => rising of the lark to the lodging of the lamb, vary [2] => deserved praise on my palfrey: it is a theme as [3] => fluent as the sea: turn the sands into eloquent [4] => tongues, and my horse is argument for them all: [5] => 'tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on, and for [6] => a sovereign's sovereign to ride on; and for the [7] => world, familiar to us and unknown to lay apart [8] => their particular functions and wonder at him. I [9] => once writ a sonnet in his praise and began thus: [10] => 'Wonder of nature,'-- ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => I have heard a sonnet begin so to one's mistress. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then did they imitate that which I composed to my [1] => courser, for my horse is my mistress. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => Your mistress bears well. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Me well; which is the prescript praise and [1] => perfection of a good and particular mistress. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, for methought yesterday your mistress shrewdly [1] => shook your back. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => So perhaps did yours. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Mine was not bridled. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O then belike she was old and gentle; and you rode, [1] => like a kern of Ireland, your French hose off, and in [2] => your straight strossers. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => You have good judgment in horsemanship. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be warned by me, then: they that ride so and ride [1] => not warily, fall into foul bogs. I had rather have [2] => my horse to my mistress. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => I had as lief have my mistress a jade. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => I tell thee, constable, my mistress wears his own hair. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I could make as true a boast as that, if I had a sow [1] => to my mistress. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Le chien est retourne a son propre vomissement, et [1] => la truie lavee au bourbier;' thou makest use of any thing. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress, or any [1] => such proverb so little kin to the purpose. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RAMBURES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord constable, the armour that I saw in your tent [1] => to-night, are those stars or suns upon it? ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Stars, my lord. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => And yet my sky shall not want. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That may be, for you bear a many superfluously, and [1] => 'twere more honour some were away. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Even as your horse bears your praises; who would [1] => trot as well, were some of your brags dismounted. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Would I were able to load him with his desert! Will [1] => it never be day? I will trot to-morrow a mile, and [2] => my way shall be paved with English faces. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will not say so, for fear I should be faced out of [1] => my way: but I would it were morning; for I would [2] => fain be about the ears of the English. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RAMBURES [LINE] => Who will go to hazard with me for twenty prisoners? ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => You must first go yourself to hazard, ere you have them. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => 'Tis midnight; I'll go arm myself. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => The Dauphin longs for morning. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RAMBURES [LINE] => He longs to eat the English. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => I think he will eat all he kills. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => By the white hand of my lady, he's a gallant prince. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Swear by her foot, that she may tread out the oath. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => He is simply the most active gentleman of France. ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Doing is activity; and he will still be doing. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => He never did harm, that I heard of. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Nor will do none to-morrow: he will keep that good name still. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => I know him to be valiant. ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I was told that by one that knows him better than [1] => you. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => What's he? ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, he told me so himself; and he said he cared [1] => not who knew it ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => He needs not; it is no hidden virtue in him. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By my faith, sir, but it is; never any body saw it [1] => but his lackey: 'tis a hooded valour; and when it [2] => appears, it will bate. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => Ill will never said well. ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => I will cap that proverb with 'There is flattery in friendship.' ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => And I will take up that with 'Give the devil his due.' ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well placed: there stands your friend for the [1] => devil: have at the very eye of that proverb with 'A [2] => pox of the devil.' ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are the better at proverbs, by how much 'A [1] => fool's bolt is soon shot.' ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => You have shot over. ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => 'Tis not the first time you were overshot. ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord high constable, the English lie within [1] => fifteen hundred paces of your tents. ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Who hath measured the ground? ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => The Lord Grandpre. ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A valiant and most expert gentleman. Would it were [1] => day! Alas, poor Harry of England! he longs not for [2] => the dawning as we do. ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What a wretched and peevish fellow is this king of [1] => England, to mope with his fat-brained followers so [2] => far out of his knowledge! ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => If the English had any apprehension, they would run away. ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That they lack; for if their heads had any [1] => intellectual armour, they could never wear such heavy [2] => head-pieces. ) ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RAMBURES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That island of England breeds very valiant [1] => creatures; their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage. ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Foolish curs, that run winking into the mouth of a [1] => Russian bear and have their heads crushed like [2] => rotten apples! You may as well say, that's a [3] => valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Just, just; and the men do sympathize with the [1] => mastiffs in robustious and rough coming on, leaving [2] => their wits with their wives: and then give them [3] => great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will [4] => eat like wolves and fight like devils. ) ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of beef. ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then shall we find to-morrow they have only stomachs [1] => to eat and none to fight. Now is it time to arm: [2] => come, shall we about it? ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is now two o'clock: but, let me see, by ten [1] => We shall have each a hundred Englishmen. ) ) ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT IV [PROLOGUE] => Array ( [TITLE] => PROLOGUE. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter Chorus [1] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Chorus [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now entertain conjecture of a time [1] => When creeping murmur and the poring dark [2] => Fills the wide vessel of the universe. [3] => From camp to camp through the foul womb of night [4] => The hum of either army stilly sounds, [5] => That the fixed sentinels almost receive [6] => The secret whispers of each other's watch: [7] => Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames [8] => Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; [9] => Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs [10] => Piercing the night's dull ear, and from the tents [11] => The armourers, accomplishing the knights, [12] => With busy hammers closing rivets up, [13] => Give dreadful note of preparation: [14] => The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, [15] => And the third hour of drowsy morning name. [16] => Proud of their numbers and secure in soul, [17] => The confident and over-lusty French [18] => Do the low-rated English play at dice; [19] => And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night [20] => Who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp [21] => So tediously away. The poor condemned English, [22] => Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires [23] => Sit patiently and inly ruminate [24] => The morning's danger, and their gesture sad [25] => Investing lank-lean; cheeks and war-worn coats [26] => Presenteth them unto the gazing moon [27] => So many horrid ghosts. O now, who will behold [28] => The royal captain of this ruin'd band [29] => Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, [30] => Let him cry 'Praise and glory on his head!' [31] => For forth he goes and visits all his host. [32] => Bids them good morrow with a modest smile [33] => And calls them brothers, friends and countrymen. [34] => Upon his royal face there is no note [35] => How dread an army hath enrounded him; [36] => Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour [37] => Unto the weary and all-watched night, [38] => But freshly looks and over-bears attaint [39] => With cheerful semblance and sweet majesty; [40] => That every wretch, pining and pale before, [41] => Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks: [42] => A largess universal like the sun [43] => His liberal eye doth give to every one, [44] => Thawing cold fear, that mean and gentle all, [45] => Behold, as may unworthiness define, [46] => A little touch of Harry in the night. [47] => And so our scene must to the battle fly; [48] => Where--O for pity!--we shall much disgrace [49] => With four or five most vile and ragged foils, [50] => Right ill-disposed in brawl ridiculous, [51] => The name of Agincourt. Yet sit and see, [52] => Minding true things by what their mockeries be. ) ) ) [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. The English camp at Agincourt. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter KING HENRY, BEDFORD, and GLOUCESTER [1] => Exeunt all but KING HENRY [2] => Enter PISTOL [3] => Exit [4] => Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER [5] => Exeunt GOWER and FLUELLEN [6] => Enter three soldiers, JOHN BATES, ALEXANDER COURT, and MICHAEL WILLIAMS [7] => Enter ERPINGHAM [8] => Exit [9] => Enter GLOUCESTER [10] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Gloucester, 'tis true that we are in great danger; [1] => The greater therefore should our courage be. [2] => Good morrow, brother Bedford. God Almighty! [3] => There is some soul of goodness in things evil, [4] => Would men observingly distil it out. [5] => For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, [6] => Which is both healthful and good husbandry: [7] => Besides, they are our outward consciences, [8] => And preachers to us all, admonishing [9] => That we should dress us fairly for our end. [10] => Thus may we gather honey from the weed, [11] => And make a moral of the devil himself. [12] => Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham: [13] => A good soft pillow for that good white head [14] => Were better than a churlish turf of France. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter ERPINGHAM ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ERPINGHAM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not so, my liege: this lodging likes me better, [1] => Since I may say 'Now lie I like a king.' ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis good for men to love their present pains [1] => Upon example; so the spirit is eased: [2] => And when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt, [3] => The organs, though defunct and dead before, [4] => Break up their drowsy grave and newly move, [5] => With casted slough and fresh legerity. [6] => Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas. Brothers both, [7] => Commend me to the princes in our camp; [8] => Do my good morrow to them, and anon [9] => Desire them an to my pavilion. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => We shall, my liege. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ERPINGHAM [LINE] => Shall I attend your grace? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, my good knight; [1] => Go with my brothers to my lords of England: [2] => I and my bosom must debate awhile, [3] => And then I would no other company. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ERPINGHAM [LINE] => The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry! ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => God-a-mercy, old heart! thou speak'st cheerfully. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Qui va la? ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => A friend. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Discuss unto me; art thou officer? [1] => Or art thou base, common and popular? ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => I am a gentleman of a company. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Trail'st thou the puissant pike? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Even so. What are you? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => As good a gentleman as the emperor. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Then you are a better than the king. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The king's a bawcock, and a heart of gold, [1] => A lad of life, an imp of fame; [2] => Of parents good, of fist most valiant. [3] => I kiss his dirty shoe, and from heart-string [4] => I love the lovely bully. What is thy name? ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Harry le Roy. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Le Roy! a Cornish name: art thou of Cornish crew? ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => No, I am a Welshman. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Know'st thou Fluellen? ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Yes. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate [1] => Upon Saint Davy's day. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, [1] => lest he knock that about yours. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Art thou his friend? ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => And his kinsman too. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => The figo for thee, then! ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => I thank you: God be with you! ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => My name is Pistol call'd. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => It sorts well with your fierceness. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => Captain Fluellen! ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So! in the name of Jesu Christ, speak lower. It is [1] => the greatest admiration of the universal world, when [2] => the true and aunchient prerogatifes and laws of the [3] => wars is not kept: if you would take the pains but to [4] => examine the wars of Pompey the Great, you shall [5] => find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle toddle [6] => nor pibble pabble in Pompey's camp; I warrant you, [7] => you shall find the ceremonies of the wars, and the [8] => cares of it, and the forms of it, and the sobriety [9] => of it, and the modesty of it, to be otherwise. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => Why, the enemy is loud; you hear him all night. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If the enemy is an ass and a fool and a prating [1] => coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also, [2] => look you, be an ass and a fool and a prating [3] => coxcomb? in your own conscience, now? ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => I will speak lower. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => I pray you and beseech you that you will. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Though it appear a little out of fashion, [1] => There is much care and valour in this Welshman. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COURT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which [1] => breaks yonder? ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BATES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I think it be: but we have no great cause to desire [1] => the approach of day. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We see yonder the beginning of the day, but I think [1] => we shall never see the end of it. Who goes there? ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => A friend. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => Under what captain serve you? ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Under Sir Thomas Erpingham. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A good old commander and a most kind gentleman: I [1] => pray you, what thinks he of our estate? ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that look to be [1] => washed off the next tide. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BATES [LINE] => He hath not told his thought to the king? ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No; nor it is not meet he should. For, though I [1] => speak it to you, I think the king is but a man, as I [2] => am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me: the [3] => element shows to him as it doth to me; all his [4] => senses have but human conditions: his ceremonies [5] => laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and [6] => though his affections are higher mounted than ours, [7] => yet, when they stoop, they stoop with the like [8] => wing. Therefore when he sees reason of fears, as we [9] => do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish [10] => as ours are: yet, in reason, no man should possess [11] => him with any appearance of fear, lest he, by showing [12] => it, should dishearten his army. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BATES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He may show what outward courage he will; but I [1] => believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could wish [2] => himself in Thames up to the neck; and so I would he [3] => were, and I by him, at all adventures, so we were quit here. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By my troth, I will speak my conscience of the king: [1] => I think he would not wish himself any where but [2] => where he is. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BATES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then I would he were here alone; so should he be [1] => sure to be ransomed, and a many poor men's lives saved. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I dare say you love him not so ill, to wish him here [1] => alone, howsoever you speak this to feel other men's [2] => minds: methinks I could not die any where so [3] => contented as in the king's company; his cause being [4] => just and his quarrel honourable. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => That's more than we know. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BATES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, or more than we should seek after; for we know [1] => enough, if we know we are the kings subjects: if [2] => his cause be wrong, our obedience to the king wipes [3] => the crime of it out of us. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But if the cause be not good, the king himself hath [1] => a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs and [2] => arms and heads, chopped off in battle, shall join [3] => together at the latter day and cry all 'We died at [4] => such a place;' some swearing, some crying for a [5] => surgeon, some upon their wives left poor behind [6] => them, some upon the debts they owe, some upon their [7] => children rawly left. I am afeard there are few die [8] => well that die in a battle; for how can they [9] => charitably dispose of any thing, when blood is their [10] => argument? Now, if these men do not die well, it [11] => will be a black matter for the king that led them to [12] => it; whom to disobey were against all proportion of [13] => subjection. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So, if a son that is by his father sent about [1] => merchandise do sinfully miscarry upon the sea, the [2] => imputation of his wickedness by your rule, should be [3] => imposed upon his father that sent him: or if a [4] => servant, under his master's command transporting a [5] => sum of money, be assailed by robbers and die in [6] => many irreconciled iniquities, you may call the [7] => business of the master the author of the servant's [8] => damnation: but this is not so: the king is not [9] => bound to answer the particular endings of his [10] => soldiers, the father of his son, nor the master of [11] => his servant; for they purpose not their death, when [12] => they purpose their services. Besides, there is no [13] => king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to [14] => the arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all [15] => unspotted soldiers: some peradventure have on them [16] => the guilt of premeditated and contrived murder; [17] => some, of beguiling virgins with the broken seals of [18] => perjury; some, making the wars their bulwark, that [19] => have before gored the gentle bosom of peace with [20] => pillage and robbery. Now, if these men have [21] => defeated the law and outrun native punishment, [22] => though they can outstrip men, they have no wings to [23] => fly from God: war is his beadle, war is vengeance; [24] => so that here men are punished for before-breach of [25] => the king's laws in now the king's quarrel: where [26] => they feared the death, they have borne life away; [27] => and where they would be safe, they perish: then if [28] => they die unprovided, no more is the king guilty of [29] => their damnation than he was before guilty of those [30] => impieties for the which they are now visited. Every [31] => subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's [32] => soul is his own. Therefore should every soldier in [33] => the wars do as every sick man in his bed, wash every [34] => mote out of his conscience: and dying so, death [35] => is to him advantage; or not dying, the time was [36] => blessedly lost wherein such preparation was gained: [37] => and in him that escapes, it were not sin to think [38] => that, making God so free an offer, He let him [39] => outlive that day to see His greatness and to teach [40] => others how they should prepare. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill upon [1] => his own head, the king is not to answer it. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BATES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But I do not desire he should answer for me; and [1] => yet I determine to fight lustily for him. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => I myself heard the king say he would not be ransomed. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheerfully: but [1] => when our throats are cut, he may be ransomed, and we [2] => ne'er the wiser. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => If I live to see it, I will never trust his word after. ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You pay him then. That's a perilous shot out of an [1] => elder-gun, that a poor and private displeasure can [2] => do against a monarch! you may as well go about to [3] => turn the sun to ice with fanning in his face with a [4] => peacock's feather. You'll never trust his word [5] => after! come, 'tis a foolish saying. ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your reproof is something too round: I should be [1] => angry with you, if the time were convenient. ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live. ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => I embrace it. ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => How shall I know thee again? ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give me any gage of thine, and I will wear it in my [1] => bonnet: then, if ever thou darest acknowledge it, I [2] => will make it my quarrel. ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => Here's my glove: give me another of thine. ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => There. ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This will I also wear in my cap: if ever thou come [1] => to me and say, after to-morrow, 'This is my glove,' [2] => by this hand, I will take thee a box on the ear. ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it. ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => Thou darest as well be hanged. ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well. I will do it, though I take thee in the [1] => king's company. ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => Keep thy word: fare thee well. ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BATES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be friends, you English fools, be friends: we have [1] => French quarrels enow, if you could tell how to reckon. ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Indeed, the French may lay twenty French crowns to [1] => one, they will beat us; for they bear them on their [2] => shoulders: but it is no English treason to cut [3] => French crowns, and to-morrow the king himself will [4] => be a clipper. [5] => Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls, [6] => Our debts, our careful wives, [7] => Our children and our sins lay on the king! [8] => We must bear all. O hard condition, [9] => Twin-born with greatness, subject to the breath [10] => Of every fool, whose sense no more can feel [11] => But his own wringing! What infinite heart's-ease [12] => Must kings neglect, that private men enjoy! [13] => And what have kings, that privates have not too, [14] => Save ceremony, save general ceremony? [15] => And what art thou, thou idle ceremony? [16] => What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more [17] => Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers? [18] => What are thy rents? what are thy comings in? [19] => O ceremony, show me but thy worth! [20] => What is thy soul of adoration? [21] => Art thou aught else but place, degree and form, [22] => Creating awe and fear in other men? [23] => Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd [24] => Than they in fearing. [25] => What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, [26] => But poison'd flattery? O, be sick, great greatness, [27] => And bid thy ceremony give thee cure! [28] => Think'st thou the fiery fever will go out [29] => With titles blown from adulation? [30] => Will it give place to flexure and low bending? [31] => Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's knee, [32] => Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream, [33] => That play'st so subtly with a king's repose; [34] => I am a king that find thee, and I know [35] => 'Tis not the balm, the sceptre and the ball, [36] => The sword, the mace, the crown imperial, [37] => The intertissued robe of gold and pearl, [38] => The farced title running 'fore the king, [39] => The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp [40] => That beats upon the high shore of this world, [41] => No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony, [42] => Not all these, laid in bed majestical, [43] => Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave, [44] => Who with a body fill'd and vacant mind [45] => Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread; [46] => Never sees horrid night, the child of hell, [47] => But, like a lackey, from the rise to set [48] => Sweats in the eye of Phoebus and all night [49] => Sleeps in Elysium; next day after dawn, [50] => Doth rise and help Hyperion to his horse, [51] => And follows so the ever-running year, [52] => With profitable labour, to his grave: [53] => And, but for ceremony, such a wretch, [54] => Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep, [55] => Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king. [56] => The slave, a member of the country's peace, [57] => Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots [58] => What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace, [59] => Whose hours the peasant best advantages. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt soldiers ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ERPINGHAM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence, [1] => Seek through your camp to find you. ) ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good old knight, [1] => Collect them all together at my tent: [2] => I'll be before thee. ) ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ERPINGHAM [LINE] => I shall do't, my lord. ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts; [1] => Possess them not with fear; take from them now [2] => The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers [3] => Pluck their hearts from them. Not to-day, O Lord, [4] => O, not to-day, think not upon the fault [5] => My father made in compassing the crown! [6] => I Richard's body have interred anew; [7] => And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears [8] => Than from it issued forced drops of blood: [9] => Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay, [10] => Who twice a-day their wither'd hands hold up [11] => Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built [12] => Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests [13] => Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do; [14] => Though all that I can do is nothing worth, [15] => Since that my penitence comes after all, [16] => Imploring pardon. ) ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => My liege! ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My brother Gloucester's voice? Ay; [1] => I know thy errand, I will go with thee: [2] => The day, my friends and all things stay for me. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The French camp. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter the DAUPHIN, ORLEANS, RAMBURES, and others [1] => Enter Messenger [2] => Enter GRANDPRE [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords! ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Montez A cheval! My horse! varlet! laquais! ha! ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => O brave spirit! ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Via! les eaux et la terre. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => Rien puis? L'air et la feu. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ciel, cousin Orleans. [1] => Now, my lord constable! ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter Constable ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh! ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mount them, and make incision in their hides, [1] => That their hot blood may spin in English eyes, [2] => And dout them with superfluous courage, ha! ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RAMBURES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, will you have them weep our horses' blood? [1] => How shall we, then, behold their natural tears? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => The English are embattled, you French peers. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To horse, you gallant princes! straight to horse! [1] => Do but behold yon poor and starved band, [2] => And your fair show shall suck away their souls, [3] => Leaving them but the shales and husks of men. [4] => There is not work enough for all our hands; [5] => Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins [6] => To give each naked curtle-axe a stain, [7] => That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, [8] => And sheathe for lack of sport: let us but blow on them, [9] => The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. [10] => 'Tis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords, [11] => That our superfluous lackeys and our peasants, [12] => Who in unnecessary action swarm [13] => About our squares of battle, were enow [14] => To purge this field of such a hilding foe, [15] => Though we upon this mountain's basis by [16] => Took stand for idle speculation: [17] => But that our honours must not. What's to say? [18] => A very little little let us do. [19] => And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound [20] => The tucket sonance and the note to mount; [21] => For our approach shall so much dare the field [22] => That England shall couch down in fear and yield. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GRANDPRE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why do you stay so long, my lords of France? [1] => Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, [2] => Ill-favouredly become the morning field: [3] => Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose, [4] => And our air shakes them passing scornfully: [5] => Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd host [6] => And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps: [7] => The horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks, [8] => With torch-staves in their hand; and their poor jades [9] => Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips, [10] => The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes [11] => And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit [12] => Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionless; [13] => And their executors, the knavish crows, [14] => Fly o'er them, all impatient for their hour. [15] => Description cannot suit itself in words [16] => To demonstrate the life of such a battle [17] => In life so lifeless as it shows itself. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => They have said their prayers, and they stay for death. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Shall we go send them dinners and fresh suits [1] => And give their fasting horses provender, [2] => And after fight with them? ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I stay but for my guidon: to the field! [1] => I will the banner from a trumpet take, [2] => And use it for my haste. Come, come, away! [3] => The sun is high, and we outwear the day. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. The English camp. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter GLOUCESTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, ERPINGHAM, with all his host: SALISBURY and WESTMORELAND [1] => Exit SALISBURY [2] => Enter the KING [3] => Re-enter SALISBURY [4] => Tucket. Enter MONTJOY [5] => Exit [6] => Enter YORK [7] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Where is the king? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => The king himself is rode to view their battle. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Of fighting men they have full three score thousand. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => There's five to one; besides, they all are fresh. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds. [1] => God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge: [2] => If we no more meet till we meet in heaven, [3] => Then, joyfully, my noble Lord of Bedford, [4] => My dear Lord Gloucester, and my good Lord Exeter, [5] => And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu! ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck go with thee! ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Farewell, kind lord; fight valiantly to-day: [1] => And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, [2] => For thou art framed of the firm truth of valour. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He is full of valour as of kindness; [1] => Princely in both. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O that we now had here [1] => But one ten thousand of those men in England [2] => That do no work to-day! ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What's he that wishes so? [1] => My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin: [2] => If we are mark'd to die, we are enow [3] => To do our country loss; and if to live, [4] => The fewer men, the greater share of honour. [5] => God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. [6] => By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, [7] => Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; [8] => It yearns me not if men my garments wear; [9] => Such outward things dwell not in my desires: [10] => But if it be a sin to covet honour, [11] => I am the most offending soul alive. [12] => No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: [13] => God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour [14] => As one man more, methinks, would share from me [15] => For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! [16] => Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, [17] => That he which hath no stomach to this fight, [18] => Let him depart; his passport shall be made [19] => And crowns for convoy put into his purse: [20] => We would not die in that man's company [21] => That fears his fellowship to die with us. [22] => This day is called the feast of Crispian: [23] => He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, [24] => Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named, [25] => And rouse him at the name of Crispian. [26] => He that shall live this day, and see old age, [27] => Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, [28] => And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:' [29] => Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars. [30] => And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.' [31] => Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot, [32] => But he'll remember with advantages [33] => What feats he did that day: then shall our names. [34] => Familiar in his mouth as household words [35] => Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter, [36] => Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester, [37] => Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd. [38] => This story shall the good man teach his son; [39] => And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, [40] => From this day to the ending of the world, [41] => But we in it shall be remember'd; [42] => We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; [43] => For he to-day that sheds his blood with me [44] => Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, [45] => This day shall gentle his condition: [46] => And gentlemen in England now a-bed [47] => Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, [48] => And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks [49] => That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed: [1] => The French are bravely in their battles set, [2] => And will with all expedience charge on us. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => All things are ready, if our minds be so. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Perish the man whose mind is backward now! ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Thou dost not wish more help from England, coz? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God's will! my liege, would you and I alone, [1] => Without more help, could fight this royal battle! ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, now thou hast unwish'd five thousand men; [1] => Which likes me better than to wish us one. [2] => You know your places: God be with you all! ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MONTJOY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Once more I come to know of thee, King Harry, [1] => If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, [2] => Before thy most assured overthrow: [3] => For certainly thou art so near the gulf, [4] => Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy, [5] => The constable desires thee thou wilt mind [6] => Thy followers of repentance; that their souls [7] => May make a peaceful and a sweet retire [8] => From off these fields, where, wretches, their poor bodies [9] => Must lie and fester. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Who hath sent thee now? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MONTJOY [LINE] => The Constable of France. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pray thee, bear my former answer back: [1] => Bid them achieve me and then sell my bones. [2] => Good God! why should they mock poor fellows thus? [3] => The man that once did sell the lion's skin [4] => While the beast lived, was killed with hunting him. [5] => A many of our bodies shall no doubt [6] => Find native graves; upon the which, I trust, [7] => Shall witness live in brass of this day's work: [8] => And those that leave their valiant bones in France, [9] => Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills, [10] => They shall be famed; for there the sun shall greet them, [11] => And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; [12] => Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime, [13] => The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France. [14] => Mark then abounding valour in our English, [15] => That being dead, like to the bullet's grazing, [16] => Break out into a second course of mischief, [17] => Killing in relapse of mortality. [18] => Let me speak proudly: tell the constable [19] => We are but warriors for the working-day; [20] => Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirch'd [21] => With rainy marching in the painful field; [22] => There's not a piece of feather in our host-- [23] => Good argument, I hope, we will not fly-- [24] => And time hath worn us into slovenry: [25] => But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim; [26] => And my poor soldiers tell me, yet ere night [27] => They'll be in fresher robes, or they will pluck [28] => The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads [29] => And turn them out of service. If they do this,-- [30] => As, if God please, they shall,--my ransom then [31] => Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour; [32] => Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald: [33] => They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints; [34] => Which if they have as I will leave 'em them, [35] => Shall yield them little, tell the constable. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MONTJOY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well: [1] => Thou never shalt hear herald any more. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => I fear thou'lt once more come again for ransom. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg [1] => The leading of the vaward. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Take it, brave York. Now, soldiers, march away: [1] => And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day! ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. The field of battle. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Alarum. Excursions. Enter PISTOL, French Soldier, and Boy [1] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Yield, cur! ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => French Soldier [LINE] => Je pense que vous etes gentilhomme de bonne qualite. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Qualtitie calmie custure me! Art thou a gentleman? [1] => what is thy name? discuss. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => French Soldier [LINE] => O Seigneur Dieu! ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, Signieur Dew should be a gentleman: [1] => Perpend my words, O Signieur Dew, and mark; [2] => O Signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox, [3] => Except, O signieur, thou do give to me [4] => Egregious ransom. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => French Soldier [LINE] => O, prenez misericorde! ayez pitie de moi! ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Moy shall not serve; I will have forty moys; [1] => Or I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat [2] => In drops of crimson blood. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => French Soldier [LINE] => Est-il impossible d'echapper la force de ton bras? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Brass, cur! [1] => Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat, [2] => Offer'st me brass? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => French Soldier [LINE] => O pardonnez moi! ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys? [1] => Come hither, boy: ask me this slave in French [2] => What is his name. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Boy [LINE] => Ecoutez: comment etes-vous appele? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => French Soldier [LINE] => Monsieur le Fer. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Boy [LINE] => He says his name is Master Fer. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk him, and ferret [1] => him: discuss the same in French unto him. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Boy [LINE] => I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and firk. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Bid him prepare; for I will cut his throat. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => French Soldier [LINE] => Que dit-il, monsieur? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Boy [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Il me commande de vous dire que vous faites vous [1] => pret; car ce soldat ici est dispose tout a cette [2] => heure de couper votre gorge. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Owy, cuppele gorge, permafoy, [1] => Peasant, unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns; [2] => Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => French Soldier [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, je vous supplie, pour l'amour de Dieu, me [1] => pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison: [2] => gardez ma vie, et je vous donnerai deux cents ecus. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => What are his words? ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Boy [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He prays you to save his life: he is a gentleman of [1] => a good house; and for his ransom he will give you [2] => two hundred crowns. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Tell him my fury shall abate, and I the crowns will take. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => French Soldier [LINE] => Petit monsieur, que dit-il? ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Boy [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Encore qu'il est contre son jurement de pardonner [1] => aucun prisonnier, neanmoins, pour les ecus que vous [2] => l'avez promis, il est content de vous donner la [3] => liberte, le franchisement. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => French Soldier [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sur mes genoux je vous donne mille remercimens; et [1] => je m'estime heureux que je suis tombe entre les [2] => mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave, [3] => vaillant, et tres distingue seigneur d'Angleterre. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Expound unto me, boy. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Boy [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand thanks; and [1] => he esteems himself happy that he hath fallen into [2] => the hands of one, as he thinks, the most brave, [3] => valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of England. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As I suck blood, I will some mercy show. [1] => Follow me! ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Boy [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Suivez-vous le grand capitaine. [1] => I did never know so full a voice issue from so [2] => empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty [3] => vessel makes the greatest sound.' Bardolph and Nym [4] => had ten times more valour than this roaring devil i' [5] => the old play, that every one may pare his nails with [6] => a wooden dagger; and they are both hanged; and so [7] => would this be, if he durst steal any thing [8] => adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys, with [9] => the luggage of our camp: the French might have a [10] => good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is [11] => none to guard it but boys. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt PISTOL, and French Soldier ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. Another part of the field. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter Constable, ORLEANS, BOURBON, DAUPHIN, and RAMBURES [1] => A short alarum [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => O diable! ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => O seigneur! le jour est perdu, tout est perdu! ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all! [1] => Reproach and everlasting shame [2] => Sits mocking in our plumes. O merchante fortune! [3] => Do not run away. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Why, all our ranks are broke. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAUPHIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O perdurable shame! let's stab ourselves. [1] => Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => Is this the king we sent to for his ransom? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOURBON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Shame and eternal shame, nothing but shame! [1] => Let us die in honour: once more back again; [2] => And he that will not follow Bourbon now, [3] => Let him go hence, and with his cap in hand, [4] => Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door [5] => Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog, [6] => His fairest daughter is contaminated. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Constable [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now! [1] => Let us on heaps go offer up our lives. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLEANS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We are enow yet living in the field [1] => To smother up the English in our throngs, [2] => If any order might be thought upon. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOURBON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The devil take order now! I'll to the throng: [1] => Let life be short; else shame will be too long. ) ) ) ) [5] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VI. Another part of the field. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Alarums. Enter KING HENRY and forces, EXETER, and others [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well have we done, thrice valiant countrymen: [1] => But all's not done; yet keep the French the field. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => The Duke of York commends him to your majesty. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lives he, good uncle? thrice within this hour [1] => I saw him down; thrice up again and fighting; [2] => From helmet to the spur all blood he was. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In which array, brave soldier, doth he lie, [1] => Larding the plain; and by his bloody side, [2] => Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds, [3] => The noble Earl of Suffolk also lies. [4] => Suffolk first died: and York, all haggled over, [5] => Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd, [6] => And takes him by the beard; kisses the gashes [7] => That bloodily did spawn upon his face; [8] => And cries aloud 'Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk! [9] => My soul shall thine keep company to heaven; [10] => Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly abreast, [11] => As in this glorious and well-foughten field [12] => We kept together in our chivalry!' [13] => Upon these words I came and cheer'd him up: [14] => He smiled me in the face, raught me his hand, [15] => And, with a feeble gripe, says 'Dear my lord, [16] => Commend my service to me sovereign.' [17] => So did he turn and over Suffolk's neck [18] => He threw his wounded arm and kiss'd his lips; [19] => And so espoused to death, with blood he seal'd [20] => A testament of noble-ending love. [21] => The pretty and sweet manner of it forced [22] => Those waters from me which I would have stopp'd; [23] => But I had not so much of man in me, [24] => And all my mother came into mine eyes [25] => And gave me up to tears. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I blame you not; [1] => For, hearing this, I must perforce compound [2] => With mistful eyes, or they will issue too. [3] => But, hark! what new alarum is this same? [4] => The French have reinforced their scatter'd men: [5] => Then every soldier kill his prisoners: [6] => Give the word through. ) [STAGEDIR] => Alarum ) ) ) [6] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VII. Another part of the field. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER [1] => Alarum. Enter KING HENRY, and forces; WARWICK, GLOUCESTER, EXETER, and others [2] => Enter MONTJOY [3] => Points to WILLIAMS. Exeunt Heralds with Montjoy [4] => Exit [5] => Exit [6] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis expressly [1] => against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant a piece of [2] => knavery, mark you now, as can be offer't; in your [3] => conscience, now, is it not? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis certain there's not a boy left alive; and the [1] => cowardly rascals that ran from the battle ha' done [2] => this slaughter: besides, they have burned and [3] => carried away all that was in the king's tent; [4] => wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused every [5] => soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a [6] => gallant king! ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, Captain Gower. What [1] => call you the town's name where Alexander the Pig was born! ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => Alexander the Great. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, I pray you, is not pig great? the pig, or the [1] => great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the [2] => magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the phrase [3] => is a little variations. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I think Alexander the Great was born in Macedon; his [1] => father was called Philip of Macedon, as I take it. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I think it is in Macedon where Alexander is porn. I [1] => tell you, captain, if you look in the maps of the [2] => 'orld, I warrant you sall find, in the comparisons [3] => between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations, [4] => look you, is both alike. There is a river in [5] => Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at [6] => Monmouth: it is called Wye at Monmouth; but it is [7] => out of my prains what is the name of the other [8] => river; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is [9] => to my fingers, and there is salmons in both. If you [10] => mark Alexander's life well, Harry of Monmouth's life [11] => is come after it indifferent well; for there is [12] => figures in all things. Alexander, God knows, and [13] => you know, in his rages, and his furies, and his [14] => wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and his [15] => displeasures, and his indignations, and also being a [16] => little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and [17] => his angers, look you, kill his best friend, Cleitus. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Our king is not like him in that: he never killed [1] => any of his friends. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is not well done, mark you now take the tales out [1] => of my mouth, ere it is made and finished. I speak [2] => but in the figures and comparisons of it: as [3] => Alexander killed his friend Cleitus, being in his [4] => ales and his cups; so also Harry Monmouth, being in [5] => his right wits and his good judgments, turned away [6] => the fat knight with the great belly-doublet: he [7] => was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and [8] => mocks; I have forgot his name. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => Sir John Falstaff. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => That is he: I'll tell you there is good men porn at Monmouth. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => Here comes his majesty. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I was not angry since I came to France [1] => Until this instant. Take a trumpet, herald; [2] => Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill: [3] => If they will fight with us, bid them come down, [4] => Or void the field; they do offend our sight: [5] => If they'll do neither, we will come to them, [6] => And make them skirr away, as swift as stones [7] => Enforced from the old Assyrian slings: [8] => Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have, [9] => And not a man of them that we shall take [10] => Shall taste our mercy. Go and tell them so. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Here comes the herald of the French, my liege. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => His eyes are humbler than they used to be. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How now! what means this, herald? know'st thou not [1] => That I have fined these bones of mine for ransom? [2] => Comest thou again for ransom? ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MONTJOY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, great king: [1] => I come to thee for charitable licence, [2] => That we may wander o'er this bloody field [3] => To look our dead, and then to bury them; [4] => To sort our nobles from our common men. [5] => For many of our princes--woe the while!-- [6] => Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood; [7] => So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs [8] => In blood of princes; and their wounded steeds [9] => Fret fetlock deep in gore and with wild rage [10] => Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters, [11] => Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king, [12] => To view the field in safety and dispose [13] => Of their dead bodies! ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I tell thee truly, herald, [1] => I know not if the day be ours or no; [2] => For yet a many of your horsemen peer [3] => And gallop o'er the field. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MONTJOY [LINE] => The day is yours. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Praised be God, and not our strength, for it! [1] => What is this castle call'd that stands hard by? ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MONTJOY [LINE] => They call it Agincourt. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then call we this the field of Agincourt, [1] => Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your grandfather of famous memory, an't please your [1] => majesty, and your great-uncle Edward the Plack [2] => Prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles, [3] => fought a most prave pattle here in France. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => They did, Fluellen. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your majesty says very true: if your majesties is [1] => remembered of it, the Welshmen did good service in a [2] => garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their [3] => Monmouth caps; which, your majesty know, to this [4] => hour is an honourable badge of the service; and I do [5] => believe your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek [6] => upon Saint Tavy's day. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I wear it for a memorable honour; [1] => For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All the water in Wye cannot wash your majesty's [1] => Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that: [2] => God pless it and preserve it, as long as it pleases [3] => his grace, and his majesty too! ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Thanks, good my countryman. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By Jeshu, I am your majesty's countryman, I care not [1] => who know it; I will confess it to all the 'orld: I [2] => need not to be ashamed of your majesty, praised be [3] => God, so long as your majesty is an honest man. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God keep me so! Our heralds go with him: [1] => Bring me just notice of the numbers dead [2] => On both our parts. Call yonder fellow hither. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Soldier, you must come to the king. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Soldier, why wearest thou that glove in thy cap? ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of one that [1] => I should fight withal, if he be alive. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => An Englishman? ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An't please your majesty, a rascal that swaggered [1] => with me last night; who, if alive and ever dare to [2] => challenge this glove, I have sworn to take him a box [3] => o' th' ear: or if I can see my glove in his cap, [4] => which he swore, as he was a soldier, he would wear [5] => if alive, I will strike it out soundly. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What think you, Captain Fluellen? is it fit this [1] => soldier keep his oath? ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He is a craven and a villain else, an't please your [1] => majesty, in my conscience. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It may be his enemy is a gentleman of great sort, [1] => quite from the answer of his degree. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Though he be as good a gentleman as the devil is, as [1] => Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look [2] => your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath: if [3] => he be perjured, see you now, his reputation is as [4] => arrant a villain and a Jacksauce, as ever his black [5] => shoe trod upon God's ground and his earth, in my [6] => conscience, la! ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meetest the fellow. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => So I will, my liege, as I live. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Who servest thou under? ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => Under Captain Gower, my liege. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Gower is a good captain, and is good knowledge and [1] => literatured in the wars. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Call him hither to me, soldier. ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => I will, my liege. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for me and [1] => stick it in thy cap: when Alencon and myself were [2] => down together, I plucked this glove from his helm: [3] => if any man challenge this, he is a friend to [4] => Alencon, and an enemy to our person; if thou [5] => encounter any such, apprehend him, an thou dost me love. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your grace doo's me as great honours as can be [1] => desired in the hearts of his subjects: I would fain [2] => see the man, that has but two legs, that shall find [3] => himself aggrieved at this glove; that is all; but I [4] => would fain see it once, an please God of his grace [5] => that I might see. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Knowest thou Gower? ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => He is my dear friend, an please you. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to my tent. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => I will fetch him. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My Lord of Warwick, and my brother Gloucester, [1] => Follow Fluellen closely at the heels: [2] => The glove which I have given him for a favour [3] => May haply purchase him a box o' th' ear; [4] => It is the soldier's; I by bargain should [5] => Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick: [6] => If that the soldier strike him, as I judge [7] => By his blunt bearing he will keep his word, [8] => Some sudden mischief may arise of it; [9] => For I do know Fluellen valiant [10] => And, touched with choler, hot as gunpowder, [11] => And quickly will return an injury: [12] => Follow and see there be no harm between them. [13] => Go you with me, uncle of Exeter. ) ) ) ) [7] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VIII. Before KING HENRY'S pavilion. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter GOWER and WILLIAMS [1] => Enter FLUELLEN [2] => Strikes him [3] => Enter WARWICK and GLOUCESTER [4] => Enter KING HENRY and EXETER [5] => Enter an English Herald [6] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => I warrant it is to knight you, captain. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God's will and his pleasure, captain, I beseech you [1] => now, come apace to the king: there is more good [2] => toward you peradventure than is in your knowledge to dream of. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => Sir, know you this glove? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Know the glove! I know the glove is glove. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => I know this; and thus I challenge it. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Sblood! an arrant traitor as any is in the [1] => universal world, or in France, or in England! ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => How now, sir! you villain! ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => Do you think I'll be forsworn? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stand away, Captain Gower; I will give treason his [1] => payment into ploughs, I warrant you. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => I am no traitor. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That's a lie in thy throat. I charge you in his [1] => majesty's name, apprehend him: he's a friend of the [2] => Duke Alencon's. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => How now, how now! what's the matter? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My Lord of Warwick, here is--praised be God for it! [1] => --a most contagious treason come to light, look [2] => you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Here is [3] => his majesty. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => How now! what's the matter? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, [1] => look your grace, has struck the glove which your [2] => majesty is take out of the helmet of Alencon. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My liege, this was my glove; here is the fellow of [1] => it; and he that I gave it to in change promised to [2] => wear it in his cap: I promised to strike him, if he [3] => did: I met this man with my glove in his cap, and I [4] => have been as good as my word. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your majesty hear now, saving your majesty's [1] => manhood, what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lousy [2] => knave it is: I hope your majesty is pear me [3] => testimony and witness, and will avouchment, that [4] => this is the glove of Alencon, that your majesty is [5] => give me; in your conscience, now? ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give me thy glove, soldier: look, here is the [1] => fellow of it. [2] => 'Twas I, indeed, thou promised'st to strike; [3] => And thou hast given me most bitter terms. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An please your majesty, let his neck answer for it, [1] => if there is any martial law in the world. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => How canst thou make me satisfaction? ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All offences, my lord, come from the heart: never [1] => came any from mine that might offend your majesty. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => It was ourself thou didst abuse. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your majesty came not like yourself: you appeared to [1] => me but as a common man; witness the night, your [2] => garments, your lowliness; and what your highness [3] => suffered under that shape, I beseech you take it for [4] => your own fault and not mine: for had you been as I [5] => took you for, I made no offence; therefore, I [6] => beseech your highness, pardon me. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns, [1] => And give it to this fellow. Keep it, fellow; [2] => And wear it for an honour in thy cap [3] => Till I do challenge it. Give him the crowns: [4] => And, captain, you must needs be friends with him. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle [1] => enough in his belly. Hold, there is twelve pence [2] => for you; and I pray you to serve Got, and keep you [3] => out of prawls, and prabbles' and quarrels, and [4] => dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the better for you. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAMS [LINE] => I will none of your money. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is with a good will; I can tell you, it will [1] => serve you to mend your shoes: come, wherefore should [2] => you be so pashful? your shoes is not so good: 'tis [3] => a good silling, I warrant you, or I will change it. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Now, herald, are the dead number'd? ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Herald [LINE] => Here is the number of the slaughter'd French. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle? ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Charles Duke of Orleans, nephew to the king; [1] => John Duke of Bourbon, and Lord Bouciqualt: [2] => Of other lords and barons, knights and squires, [3] => Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This note doth tell me of ten thousand French [1] => That in the field lie slain: of princes, in this number, [2] => And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead [3] => One hundred twenty six: added to these, [4] => Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen, [5] => Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which, [6] => Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights: [7] => So that, in these ten thousand they have lost, [8] => There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries; [9] => The rest are princes, barons, lords, knights, squires, [10] => And gentlemen of blood and quality. [11] => The names of those their nobles that lie dead: [12] => Charles Delabreth, high constable of France; [13] => Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France; [14] => The master of the cross-bows, Lord Rambures; [15] => Great Master of France, the brave Sir Guichard Dolphin, [16] => John Duke of Alencon, Anthony Duke of Brabant, [17] => The brother of the Duke of Burgundy, [18] => And Edward Duke of Bar: of lusty earls, [19] => Grandpre and Roussi, Fauconberg and Foix, [20] => Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Lestrale. [21] => Here was a royal fellowship of death! [22] => Where is the number of our English dead? [23] => Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk, [24] => Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam, esquire: [25] => None else of name; and of all other men [26] => But five and twenty. O God, thy arm was here; [27] => And not to us, but to thy arm alone, [28] => Ascribe we all! When, without stratagem, [29] => But in plain shock and even play of battle, [30] => Was ever known so great and little loss [31] => On one part and on the other? Take it, God, [32] => For it is none but thine! ) [STAGEDIR] => Herald shews him another paper ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => 'Tis wonderful! ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, go we in procession to the village. [1] => And be it death proclaimed through our host [2] => To boast of this or take the praise from God [3] => Which is his only. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell [1] => how many is killed? ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgement, [1] => That God fought for us. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Yes, my conscience, he did us great good. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do we all holy rites; [1] => Let there be sung 'Non nobis' and 'Te Deum;' [2] => The dead with charity enclosed in clay: [3] => And then to Calais; and to England then: [4] => Where ne'er from France arrived more happy men. ) ) ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT V [PROLOGUE] => Array ( [TITLE] => PROLOGUE. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter Chorus [1] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Chorus [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story, [1] => That I may prompt them: and of such as have, [2] => I humbly pray them to admit the excuse [3] => Of time, of numbers and due course of things, [4] => Which cannot in their huge and proper life [5] => Be here presented. Now we bear the king [6] => Toward Calais: grant him there; there seen, [7] => Heave him away upon your winged thoughts [8] => Athwart the sea. Behold, the English beach [9] => Pales in the flood with men, with wives and boys, [10] => Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep mouth'd sea, [11] => Which like a mighty whiffler 'fore the king [12] => Seems to prepare his way: so let him land, [13] => And solemnly see him set on to London. [14] => So swift a pace hath thought that even now [15] => You may imagine him upon Blackheath; [16] => Where that his lords desire him to have borne [17] => His bruised helmet and his bended sword [18] => Before him through the city: he forbids it, [19] => Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride; [20] => Giving full trophy, signal and ostent [21] => Quite from himself to God. But now behold, [22] => In the quick forge and working-house of thought, [23] => How London doth pour out her citizens! [24] => The mayor and all his brethren in best sort, [25] => Like to the senators of the antique Rome, [26] => With the plebeians swarming at their heels, [27] => Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in: [28] => As, by a lower but loving likelihood, [29] => Were now the general of our gracious empress, [30] => As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, [31] => Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, [32] => How many would the peaceful city quit, [33] => To welcome him! much more, and much more cause, [34] => Did they this Harry. Now in London place him; [35] => As yet the lamentation of the French [36] => Invites the King of England's stay at home; [37] => The emperor's coming in behalf of France, [38] => To order peace between them; and omit [39] => All the occurrences, whatever chanced, [40] => Till Harry's back-return again to France: [41] => There must we bring him; and myself have play'd [42] => The interim, by remembering you 'tis past. [43] => Then brook abridgment, and your eyes advance, [44] => After your thoughts, straight back again to France. ) ) ) [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. France. The English camp. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER [1] => Enter PISTOL [2] => Exit [3] => Exit [4] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, that's right; but why wear you your leek today? [1] => Saint Davy's day is past. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in [1] => all things: I will tell you, asse my friend, [2] => Captain Gower: the rascally, scald, beggarly, [3] => lousy, pragging knave, Pistol, which you and [4] => yourself and all the world know to be no petter [5] => than a fellow, look you now, of no merits, he is [6] => come to me and prings me pread and salt yesterday, [7] => look you, and bid me eat my leek: it was in place [8] => where I could not breed no contention with him; but [9] => I will be so bold as to wear it in my cap till I see [10] => him once again, and then I will tell him a little [11] => piece of my desires. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis no matter for his swellings nor his [1] => turkey-cocks. God pless you, Aunchient Pistol! you [2] => scurvy, lousy knave, God pless you! ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ha! art thou bedlam? dost thou thirst, base Trojan, [1] => To have me fold up Parca's fatal web? [2] => Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lousy knave, at my [1] => desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eat, [2] => look you, this leek: because, look you, you do not [3] => love it, nor your affections and your appetites and [4] => your digestions doo's not agree with it, I would [5] => desire you to eat it. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Not for Cadwallader and all his goats. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There is one goat for you. [1] => Will you be so good, scauld knave, as eat it? ) [STAGEDIR] => Strikes him ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Base Trojan, thou shalt die. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You say very true, scauld knave, when God's will is: [1] => I will desire you to live in the mean time, and eat [2] => your victuals: come, there is sauce for it. [3] => You called me yesterday mountain-squire; but I will [4] => make you to-day a squire of low degree. I pray you, [5] => fall to: if you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek. ) [STAGEDIR] => Strikes him ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => Enough, captain: you have astonished him. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or [1] => I will peat his pate four days. Bite, I pray you; it [2] => is good for your green wound and your ploody coxcomb. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Must I bite? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, certainly, and out of doubt and out of question [1] => too, and ambiguities. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By this leek, I will most horribly revenge: I eat [1] => and eat, I swear-- ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Eat, I pray you: will you have some more sauce to [1] => your leek? there is not enough leek to swear by. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see I eat. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Much good do you, scauld knave, heartily. Nay, pray [1] => you, throw none away; the skin is good for your [2] => broken coxcomb. When you take occasions to see leeks [3] => hereafter, I pray you, mock at 'em; that is all. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Good. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, leeks is good: hold you, there is a groat to [1] => heal your pate. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Me a groat! ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, verily and in truth, you shall take it; or I [1] => have another leek in my pocket, which you shall eat. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => I take thy groat in earnest of revenge. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUELLEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cudgels: [1] => you shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but [2] => cudgels. God b' wi' you, and keep you, and heal your pate. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => All hell shall stir for this. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly knave. Will [1] => you mock at an ancient tradition, begun upon an [2] => honourable respect, and worn as a memorable trophy of [3] => predeceased valour and dare not avouch in your deeds [4] => any of your words? I have seen you gleeking and [5] => galling at this gentleman twice or thrice. You [6] => thought, because he could not speak English in the [7] => native garb, he could not therefore handle an [8] => English cudgel: you find it otherwise; and [9] => henceforth let a Welsh correction teach you a good [10] => English condition. Fare ye well. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Doth Fortune play the huswife with me now? [1] => News have I, that my Nell is dead i' the spital [2] => Of malady of France; [3] => And there my rendezvous is quite cut off. [4] => Old I do wax; and from my weary limbs [5] => Honour is cudgelled. Well, bawd I'll turn, [6] => And something lean to cutpurse of quick hand. [7] => To England will I steal, and there I'll steal: [8] => And patches will I get unto these cudgell'd scars, [9] => And swear I got them in the Gallia wars. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. France. A royal palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter, at one door KING HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, WESTMORELAND, and other Lords; at another, the FRENCH KING, QUEEN ISABEL, the PRINCESS KATHARINE, ALICE and other Ladies; the DUKE of BURGUNDY, and his train [1] => Exeunt all except HENRY, KATHARINE, and ALICE [2] => Re-enter the FRENCH KING and his QUEEN, BURGUNDY, and other Lords [3] => Flourish [4] => Sennet. Exeunt ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met! [1] => Unto our brother France, and to our sister, [2] => Health and fair time of day; joy and good wishes [3] => To our most fair and princely cousin Katharine; [4] => And, as a branch and member of this royalty, [5] => By whom this great assembly is contrived, [6] => We do salute you, Duke of Burgundy; [7] => And, princes French, and peers, health to you all! ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING OF FRANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Right joyous are we to behold your face, [1] => Most worthy brother England; fairly met: [2] => So are you, princes English, every one. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ISABEL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So happy be the issue, brother England, [1] => Of this good day and of this gracious meeting, [2] => As we are now glad to behold your eyes; [3] => Your eyes, which hitherto have borne in them [4] => Against the French, that met them in their bent, [5] => The fatal balls of murdering basilisks: [6] => The venom of such looks, we fairly hope, [7] => Have lost their quality, and that this day [8] => Shall change all griefs and quarrels into love. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => To cry amen to that, thus we appear. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ISABEL [LINE] => You English princes all, I do salute you. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My duty to you both, on equal love, [1] => Great Kings of France and England! That I have labour'd, [2] => With all my wits, my pains and strong endeavours, [3] => To bring your most imperial majesties [4] => Unto this bar and royal interview, [5] => Your mightiness on both parts best can witness. [6] => Since then my office hath so far prevail'd [7] => That, face to face and royal eye to eye, [8] => You have congreeted, let it not disgrace me, [9] => If I demand, before this royal view, [10] => What rub or what impediment there is, [11] => Why that the naked, poor and mangled Peace, [12] => Dear nurse of arts and joyful births, [13] => Should not in this best garden of the world [14] => Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage? [15] => Alas, she hath from France too long been chased, [16] => And all her husbandry doth lie on heaps, [17] => Corrupting in its own fertility. [18] => Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart, [19] => Unpruned dies; her hedges even-pleach'd, [20] => Like prisoners wildly overgrown with hair, [21] => Put forth disorder'd twigs; her fallow leas [22] => The darnel, hemlock and rank fumitory [23] => Doth root upon, while that the coulter rusts [24] => That should deracinate such savagery; [25] => The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth [26] => The freckled cowslip, burnet and green clover, [27] => Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank, [28] => Conceives by idleness and nothing teems [29] => But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs, [30] => Losing both beauty and utility. [31] => And as our vineyards, fallows, meads and hedges, [32] => Defective in their natures, grow to wildness, [33] => Even so our houses and ourselves and children [34] => Have lost, or do not learn for want of time, [35] => The sciences that should become our country; [36] => But grow like savages,--as soldiers will [37] => That nothing do but meditate on blood,-- [38] => To swearing and stern looks, diffused attire [39] => And every thing that seems unnatural. [40] => Which to reduce into our former favour [41] => You are assembled: and my speech entreats [42] => That I may know the let, why gentle Peace [43] => Should not expel these inconveniences [44] => And bless us with her former qualities. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If, Duke of Burgundy, you would the peace, [1] => Whose want gives growth to the imperfections [2] => Which you have cited, you must buy that peace [3] => With full accord to all our just demands; [4] => Whose tenors and particular effects [5] => You have enscheduled briefly in your hands. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The king hath heard them; to the which as yet [1] => There is no answer made. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well then the peace, [1] => Which you before so urged, lies in his answer. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING OF FRANCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have but with a cursorary eye [1] => O'erglanced the articles: pleaseth your grace [2] => To appoint some of your council presently [3] => To sit with us once more, with better heed [4] => To re-survey them, we will suddenly [5] => Pass our accept and peremptory answer. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Brother, we shall. Go, uncle Exeter, [1] => And brother Clarence, and you, brother Gloucester, [2] => Warwick and Huntingdon, go with the king; [3] => And take with you free power to ratify, [4] => Augment, or alter, as your wisdoms best [5] => Shall see advantageable for our dignity, [6] => Any thing in or out of our demands, [7] => And we'll consign thereto. Will you, fair sister, [8] => Go with the princes, or stay here with us? ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ISABEL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Our gracious brother, I will go with them: [1] => Haply a woman's voice may do some good, [2] => When articles too nicely urged be stood on. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yet leave our cousin Katharine here with us: [1] => She is our capital demand, comprised [2] => Within the fore-rank of our articles. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ISABEL [LINE] => She hath good leave. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fair Katharine, and most fair, [1] => Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms [2] => Such as will enter at a lady's ear [3] => And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart? ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Your majesty shall mock at me; I cannot speak your England. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O fair Katharine, if you will love me soundly with [1] => your French heart, I will be glad to hear you [2] => confess it brokenly with your English tongue. Do [3] => you like me, Kate? ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Pardonnez-moi, I cannot tell vat is 'like me.' ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => An angel is like you, Kate, and you are like an angel. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Que dit-il? que je suis semblable a les anges? ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALICE [LINE] => Oui, vraiment, sauf votre grace, ainsi dit-il. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I said so, dear Katharine; and I must not blush to [1] => affirm it. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O bon Dieu! les langues des hommes sont pleines de [1] => tromperies. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What says she, fair one? that the tongues of men [1] => are full of deceits? ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALICE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Oui, dat de tongues of de mans is be full of [1] => deceits: dat is de princess. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The princess is the better Englishwoman. I' faith, [1] => Kate, my wooing is fit for thy understanding: I am [2] => glad thou canst speak no better English; for, if [3] => thou couldst, thou wouldst find me such a plain king [4] => that thou wouldst think I had sold my farm to buy my [5] => crown. I know no ways to mince it in love, but [6] => directly to say 'I love you:' then if you urge me [7] => farther than to say 'do you in faith?' I wear out [8] => my suit. Give me your answer; i' faith, do: and so [9] => clap hands and a bargain: how say you, lady? ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Sauf votre honneur, me understand vell. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, if you would put me to verses or to dance for [1] => your sake, Kate, why you undid me: for the one, I [2] => have neither words nor measure, and for the other, I [3] => have no strength in measure, yet a reasonable [4] => measure in strength. If I could win a lady at [5] => leap-frog, or by vaulting into my saddle with my [6] => armour on my back, under the correction of bragging [7] => be it spoken. I should quickly leap into a wife. [8] => Or if I might buffet for my love, or bound my horse [9] => for her favours, I could lay on like a butcher and [10] => sit like a jack-an-apes, never off. But, before God, [11] => Kate, I cannot look greenly nor gasp out my [12] => eloquence, nor I have no cunning in protestation; [13] => only downright oaths, which I never use till urged, [14] => nor never break for urging. If thou canst love a [15] => fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth [16] => sun-burning, that never looks in his glass for love [17] => of any thing he sees there, let thine eye be thy [18] => cook. I speak to thee plain soldier: If thou canst [19] => love me for this, take me: if not, to say to thee [20] => that I shall die, is true; but for thy love, by the [21] => Lord, no; yet I love thee too. And while thou [22] => livest, dear Kate, take a fellow of plain and [23] => uncoined constancy; for he perforce must do thee [24] => right, because he hath not the gift to woo in other [25] => places: for these fellows of infinite tongue, that [26] => can rhyme themselves into ladies' favours, they do [27] => always reason themselves out again. What! a [28] => speaker is but a prater; a rhyme is but a ballad. A [29] => good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a [30] => black beard will turn white; a curled pate will grow [31] => bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax [32] => hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the [33] => moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon; for it [34] => shines bright and never changes, but keeps his [35] => course truly. If thou would have such a one, take [36] => me; and take me, take a soldier; take a soldier, [37] => take a king. And what sayest thou then to my love? [38] => speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Is it possible dat I sould love de enemy of France? ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No; it is not possible you should love the enemy of [1] => France, Kate: but, in loving me, you should love [2] => the friend of France; for I love France so well that [3] => I will not part with a village of it; I will have it [4] => all mine: and, Kate, when France is mine and I am [5] => yours, then yours is France and you are mine. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => I cannot tell vat is dat. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, Kate? I will tell thee in French; which I am [1] => sure will hang upon my tongue like a new-married [2] => wife about her husband's neck, hardly to be shook [3] => off. Je quand sur le possession de France, et quand [4] => vous avez le possession de moi,--let me see, what [5] => then? Saint Denis be my speed!--donc votre est [6] => France et vous etes mienne. It is as easy for me, [7] => Kate, to conquer the kingdom as to speak so much [8] => more French: I shall never move thee in French, [9] => unless it be to laugh at me. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sauf votre honneur, le Francois que vous parlez, il [1] => est meilleur que l'Anglois lequel je parle. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, faith, is't not, Kate: but thy speaking of my [1] => tongue, and I thine, most truly-falsely, must needs [2] => be granted to be much at one. But, Kate, dost thou [3] => understand thus much English, canst thou love me? ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => I cannot tell. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask [1] => them. Come, I know thou lovest me: and at night, [2] => when you come into your closet, you'll question this [3] => gentlewoman about me; and I know, Kate, you will to [4] => her dispraise those parts in me that you love with [5] => your heart: but, good Kate, mock me mercifully; the [6] => rather, gentle princess, because I love thee [7] => cruelly. If ever thou beest mine, Kate, as I have a [8] => saving faith within me tells me thou shalt, I get [9] => thee with scambling, and thou must therefore needs [10] => prove a good soldier-breeder: shall not thou and I, [11] => between Saint Denis and Saint George, compound a [12] => boy, half French, half English, that shall go to [13] => Constantinople and take the Turk by the beard? [14] => shall we not? what sayest thou, my fair [15] => flower-de-luce? ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => I do not know dat ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No; 'tis hereafter to know, but now to promise: do [1] => but now promise, Kate, you will endeavour for your [2] => French part of such a boy; and for my English moiety [3] => take the word of a king and a bachelor. How answer [4] => you, la plus belle Katharine du monde, mon tres cher [5] => et devin deesse? ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your majestee ave fausse French enough to deceive de [1] => most sage demoiselle dat is en France. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, fie upon my false French! By mine honour, in [1] => true English, I love thee, Kate: by which honour I [2] => dare not swear thou lovest me; yet my blood begins to [3] => flatter me that thou dost, notwithstanding the poor [4] => and untempering effect of my visage. Now, beshrew [5] => my father's ambition! he was thinking of civil wars [6] => when he got me: therefore was I created with a [7] => stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that, when [8] => I come to woo ladies, I fright them. But, in faith, [9] => Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear: [10] => my comfort is, that old age, that ill layer up of [11] => beauty, can do no more, spoil upon my face: thou [12] => hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst; and thou [13] => shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and better: [14] => and therefore tell me, most fair Katharine, will you [15] => have me? Put off your maiden blushes; avouch the [16] => thoughts of your heart with the looks of an empress; [17] => take me by the hand, and say 'Harry of England I am [18] => thine:' which word thou shalt no sooner bless mine [19] => ear withal, but I will tell thee aloud 'England is [20] => thine, Ireland is thine, France is thine, and Harry [21] => Plantagenet is thine;' who though I speak it before [22] => his face, if he be not fellow with the best king, [23] => thou shalt find the best king of good fellows. [24] => Come, your answer in broken music; for thy voice is [25] => music and thy English broken; therefore, queen of [26] => all, Katharine, break thy mind to me in broken [27] => English; wilt thou have me? ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Dat is as it sall please de roi mon pere. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, it will please him well, Kate it shall please [1] => him, Kate. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Den it sall also content me. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Upon that I kiss your hand, and I call you my queen. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Laissez, mon seigneur, laissez, laissez: ma foi, je [1] => ne veux point que vous abaissiez votre grandeur en [2] => baisant la main d'une de votre seigeurie indigne [3] => serviteur; excusez-moi, je vous supplie, mon [4] => tres-puissant seigneur. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Then I will kiss your lips, Kate. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Les dames et demoiselles pour etre baisees devant [1] => leur noces, il n'est pas la coutume de France. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Madam my interpreter, what says she? ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALICE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dat it is not be de fashion pour les ladies of [1] => France,--I cannot tell vat is baiser en Anglish. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => To kiss. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALICE [LINE] => Your majesty entendre bettre que moi. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is not a fashion for the maids in France to kiss [1] => before they are married, would she say? ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALICE [LINE] => Oui, vraiment. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Kate, nice customs curtsy to great kings. Dear [1] => Kate, you and I cannot be confined within the weak [2] => list of a country's fashion: we are the makers of [3] => manners, Kate; and the liberty that follows our [4] => places stops the mouth of all find-faults; as I will [5] => do yours, for upholding the nice fashion of your [6] => country in denying me a kiss: therefore, patiently [7] => and yielding. [8] => You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate: there is [9] => more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the [10] => tongues of the French council; and they should [11] => sooner persuade Harry of England than a general [12] => petition of monarchs. Here comes your father. ) [STAGEDIR] => Kissing her ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God save your majesty! my royal cousin, teach you [1] => our princess English? ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would have her learn, my fair cousin, how [1] => perfectly I love her; and that is good English. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => Is she not apt? ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Our tongue is rough, coz, and my condition is not [1] => smooth; so that, having neither the voice nor the [2] => heart of flattery about me, I cannot so conjure up [3] => the spirit of love in her, that he will appear in [4] => his true likeness. ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pardon the frankness of my mirth, if I answer you [1] => for that. If you would conjure in her, you must [2] => make a circle; if conjure up love in her in his true [3] => likeness, he must appear naked and blind. Can you [4] => blame her then, being a maid yet rosed over with the [5] => virgin crimson of modesty, if she deny the [6] => appearance of a naked blind boy in her naked seeing [7] => self? It were, my lord, a hard condition for a maid [8] => to consign to. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Yet they do wink and yield, as love is blind and enforces. ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They are then excused, my lord, when they see not [1] => what they do. ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Then, good my lord, teach your cousin to consent winking. ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will wink on her to consent, my lord, if you will [1] => teach her to know my meaning: for maids, well [2] => summered and warm kept, are like flies at [3] => Bartholomew-tide, blind, though they have their [4] => eyes; and then they will endure handling, which [5] => before would not abide looking on. ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This moral ties me over to time and a hot summer; [1] => and so I shall catch the fly, your cousin, in the [2] => latter end and she must be blind too. ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => As love is, my lord, before it loves. ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is so: and you may, some of you, thank love for [1] => my blindness, who cannot see many a fair French city [2] => for one fair French maid that stands in my way. ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRENCH KING [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, my lord, you see them perspectively, the cities [1] => turned into a maid; for they are all girdled with [2] => maiden walls that war hath never entered. ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Shall Kate be my wife? ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRENCH KING [LINE] => So please you. ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am content; so the maiden cities you talk of may [1] => wait on her: so the maid that stood in the way for [2] => my wish shall show me the way to my will. ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRENCH KING [LINE] => We have consented to all terms of reason. ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Is't so, my lords of England? ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The king hath granted every article: [1] => His daughter first, and then in sequel all, [2] => According to their firm proposed natures. ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Only he hath not yet subscribed this: [1] => Where your majesty demands, that the King of France, [2] => having any occasion to write for matter of grant, [3] => shall name your highness in this form and with this [4] => addition in French, Notre trescher fils Henri, Roi [5] => d'Angleterre, Heritier de France; and thus in [6] => Latin, Praeclarissimus filius noster Henricus, Rex [7] => Angliae, et Haeres Franciae. ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRENCH KING [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nor this I have not, brother, so denied, [1] => But your request shall make me let it pass. ) ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pray you then, in love and dear alliance, [1] => Let that one article rank with the rest; [2] => And thereupon give me your daughter. ) ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRENCH KING [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Take her, fair son, and from her blood raise up [1] => Issue to me; that the contending kingdoms [2] => Of France and England, whose very shores look pale [3] => With envy of each other's happiness, [4] => May cease their hatred, and this dear conjunction [5] => Plant neighbourhood and Christian-like accord [6] => In their sweet bosoms, that never war advance [7] => His bleeding sword 'twixt England and fair France. ) ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALL [LINE] => Amen! ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, welcome, Kate: and bear me witness all, [1] => That here I kiss her as my sovereign queen. ) ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN ISABEL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God, the best maker of all marriages, [1] => Combine your hearts in one, your realms in one! [2] => As man and wife, being two, are one in love, [3] => So be there 'twixt your kingdoms such a spousal, [4] => That never may ill office, or fell jealousy, [5] => Which troubles oft the bed of blessed marriage, [6] => Thrust in between the paction of these kingdoms, [7] => To make divorce of their incorporate league; [8] => That English may as French, French Englishmen, [9] => Receive each other. God speak this Amen! ) ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALL [LINE] => Amen! ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Prepare we for our marriage--on which day, [1] => My Lord of Burgundy, we'll take your oath, [2] => And all the peers', for surety of our leagues. [3] => Then shall I swear to Kate, and you to me; [4] => And may our oaths well kept and prosperous be! ) ) ) ) ) [EPILOGUE] => Array ( [TITLE] => EPILOGUE [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter Chorus [1] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Chorus [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thus far, with rough and all-unable pen, [1] => Our bending author hath pursued the story, [2] => In little room confining mighty men, [3] => Mangling by starts the full course of their glory. [4] => Small time, but in that small most greatly lived [5] => This star of England: Fortune made his sword; [6] => By which the world's best garden be achieved, [7] => And of it left his son imperial lord. [8] => Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd King [9] => Of France and England, did this king succeed; [10] => Whose state so many had the managing, [11] => That they lost France and made his England bleed: [12] => Which oft our stage hath shown; and, for their sake, [13] => In your fair minds let this acceptance take. ) ) ) ) ) )