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Reference: i6r - Histories, p. 91

Left Column


The Life of Henry the Fift. And Gentlemen of bloud and qualitie. The Names of those their Nobles that lye dead:
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Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France, Iaques of Chatilion, Admirall of France, The Master of the Crosse-bowes, Lord Rambures, Great Master of France, the braue Sir Guichard Dolphin, Iohn Duke of Alanson, Anthonie Duke of Brabant,
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The Brother to the Duke of Burgundie, And Edward Duke of Barr: of lustie Earles, Grandpree and Roussie, Fauconbridge and Foyes, Beaumont and Marle, Vandemont and Lestrale. Here was a Royall fellowship of death.
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Where is the number of our English dead? Edward the Duke of Yorke, the Earle of Suffolke, Sir Richard Ketly, Dauy Gam Esquire; None else of name: and of all other men, But fiue and twentie.
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O God, thy Arme was heere: And not to vs, but to thy Arme alone, Ascribe we all: when, without stratagem, But in plaine shock, and euen play of Battaile, Was euer knowne so great and little losse?
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On one part and on th'other, take it God, For it is none but thine.
Exet. 'Tis wonderfull. King. Come, goe me we in procession to the Village: And be it death proclaymed through our Hoast,
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To boast of this, or take that prayse from God, Which is his onely.
Flu.

Is it not lawfull and please your Maiestie, to tell

how many is kill'd?

King. Yes Captaine: but with this acknowledgement,
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That God fought for vs.
Flu.

Yes, my conscience, he did vs great good.

King. Doe we all holy Rights: Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum, The dead with charitie enclos'd in Clay:
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And then to Callice, and to England then, Where ne're from France arriu'd more happy men.
Exeunt.
Actus Quintus.
[Prologue] Enter Chorus. Vouchsafe to those that haue not read the Story, That I may prompt them: and of such as haue, I humbly pray them to admit th'excuse
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Of time, of numbers, and due course of things, Which cannot in their huge and proper life, Be here presented. Now we beare the King Toward Callice: Graunt him there; there seene, Heaue him away vpon your winged thoughts,
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Athwart the Sea: Behold the English beach Pales in the flood; with Men, Wiues, and Boyes, Whose shouts & claps out-voyce the deep-mouth'd Sea, Which like a mightie Whiffler 'fore the King, Seemes to prepare his way: So let him land,
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And solemnly see him set on to London. So swift a pace hath Thought, that euen now You may imagine him vpon Black-Heath: Where, that his Lords desire him, to haue borne His bruised Helmet, and his bended Sword
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Before him, through the Citie: he forbids it,

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Being free from vain-nesse, and selfe-glorious pride; Giuing full Trophee, Signall, and Ostent, Quite from himselfe, to God. But now behold, In the quick Forge and working-house of Thought,
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How London doth powre out her Citizens, The Maior and all his Brethren in best sort, Like to the Senatours of th'antique Rome, With the Plebeians swarming at their heeles, Goe forth and fetch their Conqu'ring Cæsar in:
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As by a lower, but by louing likelyhood, Were now the Generall of our gracious Empresse, As in good time he may, from Ireland comming, Bringing Rebellion broached on his Sword; How many would the peacefull Citie quit,
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To welcome him? much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry. Now in London place him. As yet the lamentation of the French Inuites the King of Englands stay at home: The Emperour's comming in behalfe of France,
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To order peace betweene them: and omit All the occurrences, what euer chanc't, Till Harryes backe returne againe to France: There must we bring him; and my selfe haue play'd The interim, by remembring you 'tis past.
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Then brooke abridgement, and your eyes aduance, After your thoughts, straight backe againe to France.
Exit.
[Act 5, Scene 1] Enter Fluellen and Gower. Gower.

Nay, that's right: but why weare you your

Leeke to day? S. Dauies day is past.

Flu.

There is occasions and causes why and wherefore

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in all things: I will tell you asse my friend, Captaine

Gower; the rascally, scauld, beggerly, lowsie, pragging

Knaue Pistoll, which you and your selfe, and all the World,

know to be no petter then a fellow, looke you now, of no

merits: hee is come to me, and prings me pread and

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sault yesterday, looke you, and bid me eate my Leeke:

it was in a place where I could not breed no contention

with him; but I will be so bold as to weare it in my Cap

till I see him once againe, and then I will tell him a little

piece of my desires.

Enter Pistoll. Gower.
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Why heere hee comes, swelling like a Turky­

cock.

Flu.

'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his Turky-

cocks. God plesse you aunchient Pistoll: you scuruie low-

sie Knaue, God plesse you.

Pist.
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Ha, art thou bedlam? doest thou thirst, base

Troian, to haue me fold vp Parcas fatall Web? Hence;

I am qualmish at the smell of Leeke.

Flu.

I peseech you heartily, scuruie lowsie Knaue, at

my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eate,

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looke you, this Leeke; because, looke you, you doe not

loue it, nor your affections, and your appetites and your

disgestions doo's not agree with it, I would desire you

to eate it.

Pist.

Not for Cadwallader and all his Goats.

Flu.
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There is one Goat for you.

Strikes him.

Will you be so good, scauld Knaue, as eate it?

Pist.

Base Troian, thou shalt dye.

Flu.

You say very true, scauld Knaue, when Gods

will is: I will desire you to liue in the meane time, and

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eate your Victuals: come, there is sawce for it. You

call'd me yesterday Mountaine-Squier, but I will make

you

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[Prologue] Enter Chorus. Vouchsafe to those that haue not read the Story, That I may prompt them: and of such as haue, I humbly pray them to admit th'excuse
[2745]
Of time, of numbers, and due course of things, Which cannot in their huge and proper life, Be here presented. Now we beare the King Toward Callice: Graunt him there; there seene, Heaue him away vpon your winged thoughts,
[2750]
Athwart the Sea: Behold the English beach Pales in the flood; with Men, Wiues, and Boyes, Whose shouts & claps out-voyce the deep-mouth'd Sea, Which like a mightie Whiffler 'fore the King, Seemes to prepare his way: So let him land,
[2755]
And solemnly see him set on to London. So swift a pace hath Thought, that euen now You may imagine him vpon Black-Heath: Where, that his Lords desire him, to haue borne His bruised Helmet, and his bended Sword
[2760]
Before him, through the Citie: he forbids it, Being free from vain-nesse, and selfe-glorious pride; Giuing full Trophee, Signall, and Ostent, Quite from himselfe, to God. But now behold, In the quick Forge and working-house of Thought,
[2765]
How London doth powre out her Citizens, The Maior and all his Brethren in best sort, Like to the Senatours of th'antique Rome, With the Plebeians swarming at their heeles, Goe forth and fetch their Conqu'ring Cæsar in:
[2770]
As by a lower, but by louing likelyhood, Were now the Generall of our gracious Empresse, As in good time he may, from Ireland comming, Bringing Rebellion broached on his Sword; How many would the peacefull Citie quit,
[2775]
To welcome him? much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry. Now in London place him. As yet the lamentation of the French Inuites the King of Englands stay at home: The Emperour's comming in behalfe of France,
[2780]
To order peace betweene them: and omit All the occurrences, what euer chanc't, Till Harryes backe returne againe to France: There must we bring him; and my selfe haue play'd The interim, by remembring you 'tis past.
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Then brooke abridgement, and your eyes aduance, After your thoughts, straight backe againe to France.
Exit.
 

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