1    Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis expressly
2    against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant a piece of
3    knavery, mark you now, as can be offer't; in your
4    conscience, now, is it not?

5    'Tis certain there's not a boy left alive; and the
6    cowardly rascals that ran from the battle ha' done
7    this slaughter: besides, they have burned and
8    carried away all that was in the king's tent;
9    wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused every
10   soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a
11   gallant king!

12   Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, Captain Gower. What
13   call you the town's name where Alexander the Pig was born!

14   Alexander the Great.

15   Why, I pray you, is not pig great? the pig, or the
16   great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the
17   magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the phrase
18   is a little variations.

19   I think Alexander the Great was born in Macedon; his
20   father was called Philip of Macedon, as I take it.

21   I think it is in Macedon where Alexander is porn. I
22   tell you, captain, if you look in the maps of the
23   'orld, I warrant you sall find, in the comparisons
24   between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations,
25   look you, is both alike. There is a river in
26   Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at
27   Monmouth: it is called Wye at Monmouth; but it is
28   out of my prains what is the name of the other
29   river; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is
30   to my fingers, and there is salmons in both. If you
31   mark Alexander's life well, Harry of Monmouth's life
32   is come after it indifferent well; for there is
33   figures in all things. Alexander, God knows, and
34   you know, in his rages, and his furies, and his
35   wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and his
36   displeasures, and his indignations, and also being a
37   little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and
38   his angers, look you, kill his best friend, Cleitus.

39   Our king is not like him in that: he never killed
40   any of his friends.

41   It is not well done, mark you now take the tales out
42   of my mouth, ere it is made and finished. I speak
43   but in the figures and comparisons of it: as
44   Alexander killed his friend Cleitus, being in his
45   ales and his cups; so also Harry Monmouth, being in
46   his right wits and his good judgments, turned away
47   the fat knight with the great belly-doublet: he
48   was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and
49   mocks; I have forgot his name.

50   Sir John Falstaff.

51   That is he: I'll tell you there is good men porn at Monmouth.

52   Here comes his majesty.

53   I was not angry since I came to France
54   Until this instant. Take a trumpet, herald;
55   Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill:
56   If they will fight with us, bid them come down,
57   Or void the field; they do offend our sight:
58   If they'll do neither, we will come to them,
59   And make them skirr away, as swift as stones
60   Enforced from the old Assyrian slings:
61   Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have,
62   And not a man of them that we shall take
63   Shall taste our mercy. Go and tell them so.

64   Here comes the herald of the French, my liege.

65   His eyes are humbler than they used to be.

66   How now! what means this, herald? know'st thou not
67   That I have fined these bones of mine for ransom?
68   Comest thou again for ransom?

69   No, great king:
70   I come to thee for charitable licence,
71   That we may wander o'er this bloody field
72   To look our dead, and then to bury them;
73   To sort our nobles from our common men.
74   For many of our princes--woe the while!--
75   Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood;
76   So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs
77   In blood of princes; and their wounded steeds
78   Fret fetlock deep in gore and with wild rage
79   Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters,
80   Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king,
81   To view the field in safety and dispose
82   Of their dead bodies!

83   I tell thee truly, herald,
84   I know not if the day be ours or no;
85   For yet a many of your horsemen peer
86   And gallop o'er the field.

87   The day is yours.

88   Praised be God, and not our strength, for it!
89   What is this castle call'd that stands hard by?

90   They call it Agincourt.

91   Then call we this the field of Agincourt,
92   Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.

93   Your grandfather of famous memory, an't please your
94   majesty, and your great-uncle Edward the Plack
95   Prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles,
96   fought a most prave pattle here in France.

97   They did, Fluellen.

98   Your majesty says very true: if your majesties is
99   remembered of it, the Welshmen did good service in a
100  garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their
101  Monmouth caps; which, your majesty know, to this
102  hour is an honourable badge of the service; and I do
103  believe your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek
104  upon Saint Tavy's day.

105  I wear it for a memorable honour;
106  For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman.

107  All the water in Wye cannot wash your majesty's
108  Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that:
109  God pless it and preserve it, as long as it pleases
110  his grace, and his majesty too!

111  Thanks, good my countryman.

112  By Jeshu, I am your majesty's countryman, I care not
113  who know it; I will confess it to all the 'orld: I
114  need not to be ashamed of your majesty, praised be
115  God, so long as your majesty is an honest man.

116  God keep me so! Our heralds go with him:
117  Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
118  On both our parts. Call yonder fellow hither.

119  Soldier, you must come to the king.

120  Soldier, why wearest thou that glove in thy cap?

121  An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of one that
122  I should fight withal, if he be alive.

123  An Englishman?

124  An't please your majesty, a rascal that swaggered
125  with me last night; who, if alive and ever dare to
126  challenge this glove, I have sworn to take him a box
127  o' th' ear: or if I can see my glove in his cap,
128  which he swore, as he was a soldier, he would wear
129  if alive, I will strike it out soundly.

130  What think you, Captain Fluellen? is it fit this
131  soldier keep his oath?

132  He is a craven and a villain else, an't please your
133  majesty, in my conscience.

134  It may be his enemy is a gentleman of great sort,
135  quite from the answer of his degree.

136  Though he be as good a gentleman as the devil is, as
137  Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look
138  your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath: if
139  he be perjured, see you now, his reputation is as
140  arrant a villain and a Jacksauce, as ever his black
141  shoe trod upon God's ground and his earth, in my
142  conscience, la!

143  Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meetest the fellow.

144  So I will, my liege, as I live.

145  Who servest thou under?

146  Under Captain Gower, my liege.

147  Gower is a good captain, and is good knowledge and
148  literatured in the wars.

149  Call him hither to me, soldier.

150  I will, my liege.

151  Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for me and
152  stick it in thy cap: when Alencon and myself were
153  down together, I plucked this glove from his helm:
154  if any man challenge this, he is a friend to
155  Alencon, and an enemy to our person; if thou
156  encounter any such, apprehend him, an thou dost me love.

157  Your grace doo's me as great honours as can be
158  desired in the hearts of his subjects: I would fain
159  see the man, that has but two legs, that shall find
160  himself aggrieved at this glove; that is all; but I
161  would fain see it once, an please God of his grace
162  that I might see.

163  Knowest thou Gower?

164  He is my dear friend, an please you.

165  Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to my tent.

166  I will fetch him.

167  My Lord of Warwick, and my brother Gloucester,
168  Follow Fluellen closely at the heels:
169  The glove which I have given him for a favour
170  May haply purchase him a box o' th' ear;
171  It is the soldier's; I by bargain should
172  Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick:
173  If that the soldier strike him, as I judge
174  By his blunt bearing he will keep his word,
175  Some sudden mischief may arise of it;
176  For I do know Fluellen valiant
177  And, touched with choler, hot as gunpowder,
178  And quickly will return an injury:
179  Follow and see there be no harm between them.
180  Go you with me, uncle of Exeter.