Will. Under captain Gower, my liege.

Flu. Gower is a goot captain : and is good knowledge and literature in the wars.

K. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier.
Will. I will, my liege.

[Exit. K. Hen. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for me, and stick it in thy cap: When Alençon and myself were down together, I plucked this glove from his helm : if any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alençon, and an enemy to our person ; if thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an thou dost love me.

Flu. Your grace does me as great honours as can be desired in the hearts of his subjects : I would fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall find himself aggriefed at this glove, that is all; but I would fain see it once.

K. Hen. Knowest thou Gower ?
Flu. He is my dear friend, an please you.

K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to my tent. Flu. I will fetch him.

[Exit. K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, – and my brother

Gloster, Follow Fluellen closely at the heels: The glove, which I have given him for a favour, May, haply, purchase him a box o' the ear; It is the soldier's; I, by bargain, should Wear-it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick : If that the soldier strike him, (as, I judge By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word,) Some sudden mischief may arise of it; For I do know Fluellen valiant, And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder, And quickly will return an injury: Follow, and see there be no harm between them. Go you with me, uncle of Exeter. [Exeunt.


Before King Henry's Pavilion.

Enter Gower and WILLIAMS.
Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain.

Enter FLUELLEN. Flu. Captain, I peseech you now, come apace to the king: there is more goot toward you, peradventure, than is in your knowledge to dream of.

Will. Sir, know you this glove? Flu. Know the glove? I know the glove is a glove. Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it.

[Strikes him. Flu. 'Sblud, an arrant traitor, as any's in the universal 'orld, or in France, or in England. Gow. How now,

sir ?

villain! Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn ?

Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give treason his payment into plows, I warrant you.

Will. I am no traitor.

Flu. That's a lie in thy throat. in his majesty's name, apprehend him; he's a friend of the duke Alençon's.

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War. How now, how now! what's the matter?

Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be Got for it!) a most contagious treason come to light, look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Here is his majesty.

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Enter King HENRY and EXETER.

K. Hen. How now, what's the matter ?

Flu. My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, look your grace, has struck the glove which your majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon.

Wilt. My liege, this was my glove; here is the fellow of it: and he, that I gave it to in change, promised to wear it in his cap; I promised to strike him, if he did : I met this man with my glove in his cap, and I have been as good as my word.

Flu. Your majesty hear now, (saving your majesty's manhood,) what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, knave it is: I hope, your majesty is pear me testimony, and witness, and avouchments, that this is the glove of Alençon, that your majesty is give me, in your conscience now.

K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier; Look, here. is the fellow of it. "Twas 1, indeed, thou promised'st to strike; and thou hast given me most bitter terms.

Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck answer for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld.

K. Hen. How canst thou make me satisfaction ?

Will. All offences, my liege, come from the heart: never came any from mine, that might ofa fend your majesty.

K. Hen. It was ourself thou didst abuse.

Will. Your majesty came not like yourself: you appeared to me but as a common man; witness the night, your garments, your lowliness; and what your highness suffered under that shape, I beseech you, take it for your own fault, and not mine : for had you been as I took you for, I made no offence; therefore, I beseech your highness, pardon me. K. Hen. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with

crowns, And give it to this fellow.-Keep it, fellow; * And wear it for an honour in thy cap,

Till I do challenge it. Give him the crowns :And, captain, you must needs be friends with him.

Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in his pelly :-Hold, there is twelve pence

and I

pray you to serve Got, and keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, and dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the petter

Will. I will none of your money.
Flu. It is with a goot will; I tell


it will serve you to mend your shoes: Come, wherefore should you be so pashful ? your shoes is not so goot : 'tis a good silling, I warrant you, or I will change it.

for you.


Enter an English Herald. K. Hen. Now, herald; are the dead number'd ? Her. Here is the number of the slaughter'd French.

[Delivers a Paper. K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken,

uncle ? Exe. Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the

king; John duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt: Of other lords, and barons, knights, and 'squires, Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand

French, That in the field lie slain : of princes, in this number, And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead One hundred twenty-six : added to these, Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen, Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which, Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights : So that, in these ten thousand they have lost, There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries ; The rest are - princes, barons, lords, knights, 'squires,

And gentlemen of blood and quality.
The names of those their nobles that lie dead,-
Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France ;
Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France;
The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures;
Great-master of France, the brave sir Guischard

John duke of Alençon; Antony duke of Brabant,
The brother to the duke of Burgundy ;
And Edward duke of Bar: of lusty earls,
Grandpré, and Roussi, Fauconberg, and Foix,
Beaumont, and Marle, Vaudemont, and Lestrale,
Here was a royal fellowship of death!
Where is the number of our English dead ?

[Herald presents another Paper. Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk, Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam, esquire : None else of name : and, of all other men, But five-and-twenty. O God, thy arm was here, And not to us, but to thy arm alone, Ascribe we all. – When, without stratagem, But in plain shock, and even play of battle, Was ever known so great and little loss, On one part and on the other ? — Take it, Lord, For it is only thine ! Exe.

'Tis wonderful ! K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the village : And be it death proclaimed through our host, To boast of this, or take that praise from God, Which is his only.

Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell how many is killed ? K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknow

ledgment, That God fought for us.

Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot.

K. Hen. Do we all holy rites ;
Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum.
The dead with charity enclos'd in clay,

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