stomackes to eate, and none to fight. Now is it time to
arme: come, shall we about it?
Orleance.
It is now two a Clock: but let me see, by ten
[1735]
Wee shall haue each a hundred English men.
Exeunt.
Actus Tertius.
[Act 4]
[Prologue]
Chorus.Now entertaine coniecture of a time,When creeping Murmure and the poring DarkeFills the wide Vessell of the Vniuerse.From Camp to Camp, through the foule Womb of Night
[1740]
The Humme of eyther Army stilly sounds;That the fixt Centinels almost receiueThe secret Whispers of each others Watch.Fire answers fire, and through their paly flamesEach Battaile sees the others vmber'd face.
[1745]
Steed threatens Steed, in high and boastfull NeighsPiercing the Nights dull Eare: and from the Tents,The Armourers accomplishing the Knights,With busie Hammers closing Riuets vp,Giue dreadfull note of preparation.
[1750]
The Countrey Cocks doe crow, the Clocks doe towle:And the third howre of drowsie Morning nam'd,Prowd of their Numbers, and secure in Soule,The confident and ouer-lustie French,Doe the low-rated English play at Dice;
[1755]
And chide the creeple-tardy-gated Night,Who like a foule and ougly Witch doth limpeSo tediously away. The poore condemned English,Like Sacrifices, by their watchfull FiresSit patiently, and inly ruminate
[1760]
The Mornings danger: and their gesture sad,Inuesting lanke-leane Cheekes, and Warre-worne Coats,Presented them vnto the gazing MooneSo many horride Ghosts. O now, who will beholdThe Royall Captaine of this ruin'd Band
[1765]
Walking from Watch to Watch, from Tent to Tent;Let him cry, Prayse and Glory on his head:For forth he goes, and visits all his Hoast,Bids them good morrow with a modest Smyle,And calls them Brothers, Friends, and Countreymen.
[1770]
Vpon his Royall Face there is no note,How dread an Army hath enrounded him;Nor doth he dedicate one iot of ColourVnto the wearie and all-watched Night:But freshly lookes, and ouer-beares Attaint,
[1775]
With chearefull semblance, and sweet Maiestie:That euery Wretch, pining and pale before,Beholding him, plucks comfort from his Lookes.A Largesse vniuersall, like the Sunne,His liberall Eye doth giue to euery one,
[1780]
Thawing cold feare, that meane and gentle allBehold, as may vnworthinesse define.A little touch of
Harry in the Night,
And so our Scene must to the Battaile flye:Where, O for pitty, we shall much disgrace,
[1785]
With foure or fiue most vile and ragged foyles,(Right ill dispos'd, in brawle ridiculous)
The Name of Agincourt: Yet sit and see,Minding true things, by what their Mock'ries bee.Exit.
[Act 4, Scene 1]
Enter the King, Bedford, and Gloucester.King.Gloster, 'tis true that we are in great danger,
[1790]
The greater therefore should our Courage be.God morrow Brother
Bedford: God Almightie,
There is some soule of goodnesse in things euill,Would men obseruingly distill it out.For our bad Neighbour makes vs early stirrers,
[1795]
Which is both healthfull, and good husbandry.Besides, they are our outward Consciences,And Preachers to vs all; admonishing,That we should dresse vs fairely for our end.Thus may we gather Honey from the Weed,
[1800]
And make a Morall of the Diuell himselfe.Enter Erpingham.Good morrow old Sir
Thomas Erpingham:
A good soft Pillow for that good white Head,Were better then a churlish turfe of France.Erping.Not so my Liege, this Lodging likes me better,
[1805]
Since I may say, now lye I like a King.King.'Tis good for men to loue their present paines,Vpon example, so the Spirit is eased:And when the Mind is quickned, out of doubtThe Organs, though defunct and dead before,
[1810]
Breake vp their drowsie Graue, and newly moueWith casted slough, and fresh legeritie.Lend me thy Cloake Sir
Thomas: Brothers both,
Commend me to the Princes in our Campe;Doe my good morrow to them, and anon
[1815]
Desire them all to my Pauillion.Gloster.We shall, my Liege.Erping.Shall I attend your Grace?King.No, my good Knight:Goe with my Brothers to my Lords of England:
[1820]
I and my Bosome must debate a while,And then I would no other company.Erping.The Lord in Heauen blesse thee, Noble
Harry.
Exeunt.King.God a mercy old Heart, thou speak'st cheare-
fully.
Enter Pistoll.Pist.
Che vous la?
King.
[1825]
A friend.
Pist.
Discusse vnto me, art thou Officer, or art thou
base, common, and popular?
King.
I am a Gentleman of a Company.
Pist.
Trayl'st thou the puissant Pyke?
King.
[1830]
Euen so: what are you?
Pist.
As good a Gentleman as the Emperor.
King.
Then you are a better then the King.
Pist.
The King's a Bawcock, and a Heart of Gold, a
Lad of Life, an Impe of Fame, of Parents good, of Fist
[1835]
most valiant: I kisse his durtie shooe, and from heart-
[Act 4, Scene 1]
Enter the King, Bedford, and Gloucester.King.Gloster, 'tis true that we are in great danger,
[1790]
The greater therefore should our Courage be.God morrow Brother
Bedford: God Almightie,
There is some soule of goodnesse in things euill,Would men obseruingly distill it out.For our bad Neighbour makes vs early stirrers,
[1795]
Which is both healthfull, and good husbandry.Besides, they are our outward Consciences,And Preachers to vs all; admonishing,That we should dresse vs fairely for our end.Thus may we gather Honey from the Weed,
[1800]
And make a Morall of the Diuell himselfe.Enter Erpingham.Good morrow old Sir
Thomas Erpingham:
A good soft Pillow for that good white Head,Were better then a churlish turfe of France.Erping.Not so my Liege, this Lodging likes me better,
[1805]
Since I may say, now lye I like a King.King.'Tis good for men to loue their present paines,Vpon example, so the Spirit is eased:And when the Mind is quickned, out of doubtThe Organs, though defunct and dead before,
[1810]
Breake vp their drowsie Graue, and newly moueWith casted slough, and fresh legeritie.Lend me thy Cloake Sir
Thomas: Brothers both,
Commend me to the Princes in our Campe;Doe my good morrow to them, and anon
[1815]
Desire them all to my Pauillion.Gloster.We shall, my Liege.Erping.Shall I attend your Grace?King.No, my good Knight:Goe with my Brothers to my Lords of England:
[1820]
I and my Bosome must debate a while,And then I would no other company.Erping.The Lord in Heauen blesse thee, Noble
Harry.
Exeunt.King.God a mercy old Heart, thou speak'st cheare-
fully.
Enter Pistoll.Pist.
Che vous la?
King.
[1825]
A friend.
Pist.
Discusse vnto me, art thou Officer, or art thou
base, common, and popular?
King.
I am a Gentleman of a Company.
Pist.
Trayl'st thou the puissant Pyke?
King.
[1830]
Euen so: what are you?
Pist.
As good a Gentleman as the Emperor.
King.
Then you are a better then the King.
Pist.
The King's a Bawcock, and a Heart of Gold, a
Lad of Life, an Impe of Fame, of Parents good, of Fist
[1835]
most valiant: I kisse his durtie shooe, and from heart-
string I loue the louely Bully. What is thy Name?
King.
Harry le Roy.
Pist.
Le Roy? a Cornish Name: art thou of Cornish Crew?
King.
No, I am a Welchman.
Pist.
[1840]
Know'st thou
Fluellen?
King.
Yes.
Pist.
Tell him Ile knock his Leeke about his Pate vpon
S.
Dauies day.
King.
Doe not you weare your Dagger in your Cappe
[1845]
that day, least he knock that about yours.
Pist.
Art thou his friend?
King.
And his Kinsman too.
Pist.
The
Figo for thee then.
King.
I thanke you: God be with you.
Pist.
[1850]
My name is
Pistol call'd.
Exit.King.
It sorts well with your fiercenesse.
Manet King.Enter Fluellen and Gower.Gower.
Captaine
Fluellen.
Flu.
'So, in the Name of Iesu Christ, speake fewer: it
is the greatest admiration in the vniuersall World, when
[1855]
the true and aunchient Prerogatifes and Lawes of the
Warres is not kept: if you would take the paines but to
examine the Warres of
Pompey the Great, you shall finde,
I warrant you, that there is no tiddle tadle nor pibble ba-
ble in
Pompeyes Campe: I warrant you, you shall finde
[1860]
the Ceremonies of the Warres, and the Cares of it, and
the Formes of it, and the Sobrietie of it, and the Modestie
of it, to be otherwise.
Gower.
Why the Enemie is lowd, you heare him all
Night.
Flu.
[1865]
If the Enemie is an Asse and a Foole, and a pra-
ting Coxcombe; is it meet, thinke you, that wee should
also, looke you, be an Asse and a Foole, and a prating Cox-
combe, in your owne conscience now?
Gow.
I will speake lower.
Flu.
[1870]
I pray you, and beseech you, that you will.
Exit.King.
Though it appeare a little out of fashion,
There is much care and valour in this Welchman.
Enter three Souldiers, Iohn Bates, Alexander Court,
and Michael Williams.
Court.
Brother
Iohn Bates, is not that the Morning
which breakes yonder?
Bates.
[1875]
I thinke it be: but wee haue no great cause to
desire the
approach of day.
Williams.
Wee see yonder the beginning of the day,
but I thinke wee shall neuer see the end of it. Who goes
there?
King.
[1880]
A Friend.
Williams.
Vnder what Captaine serue you?
King.
Vnder Sir
Iohn Erpingham.
Williams.
A good old Commander, and a most kinde
Gentleman: I pray you, what thinkes he of our estate?
King.
[1885]
Euen as men wrackt vpon a Sand, that looke to be
washt
off the next Tyde.
Bates.
He hath not told his thought to the King?
King.
No: nor it is not meet he should: for though I
speake it to you, I thinke the King is but a man, as I am:
[1890]
the Violet smells to him, as it doth to me; the Element
shewes to him, as it doth to me; all his Sences haue but
humane Conditions: his Ceremonies layd by, in his Na-
kednesse he appeares but a man; and though his affecti-
ous are higher mounted then ours, yet when they stoupe,
[1895]
they stoupe with the like wing: therefore, when he sees
reason of feares, as we doe; his feares, out of doubt, be of
the same rellish as ours are: yet in reason, no man should
possesse him with any appearance of feare; least hee, by
shewing it, should dis-hearten his Army.
Bates.
[1900]
He may shew what outward courage he will:
but I beleeue, as cold a Night as 'tis, hee could wish him-
selfe in Thames vp to the Neck; and so I would he were,
and I by him, at all aduentures, so we were quit here.
King.
By my troth, I will speake my conscience of the
[1905]
King: I thinke hee would not wish himselfe any where,
but
where hee is.
Bates.
Then I would he were here alone; so should he be
sure to be ransomed, and a many poore mens liues saued.
King.
I dare say, you loue him not so ill, to wish him
[1910]
here alone: howsoeuer you speake this to feele other
mens minds, me thinks I could not dye any where so con-
tented, as in the Kings company; his Cause being iust, and
his Quarrell honorable.
Williams.
That's more then we know.
Bates.
[1915]
I, or more then wee should seeke after; for wee
know enough, if wee know wee are the Kings Subiects;
if his Cause be wrong, our obedience to the King wipes
the Cryme of it out of vs.
Williams.
But if the Cause be not good, the King him-
[1920]
selfe hath a heauie Reckoning to make, when all those
Legges, and Armes, and Heads, chopt off in a Battaile,
shall ioyne together at the latter day, and cry all, Wee dy-
ed at such a place, some swearing, some crying for a Sur-
gean; some vpon their Wiues, left poore behind them;
[1925]
some vpon the Debts they owe, some vpon their Children
rawly left: I am afear'd, there are few dye well, that dye
in a Battaile: for how can they charitably dispose of any
thing, when Blood is their argument? Now, if these men
doe not dye well, it will be a black matter for the King,
[1930]
that led them to it; who to disobey, were against all pro-
portion of subiection.
King.
So, if a Sonne that is by his Father sent about
Merchandize, doe sinfully miscarry vpon the Sea; the im-
putation of his wickedneffe, by your rule, should be im-
[1935]
posed vpon his Father that sent him: or if a Seruant, vn-
der his Masters command, transporting a summe of Mo-
ney, be assayled by Robbers, and dye in many irreconcil'd
Iniquities; you may call the businesse of the Master the
author of the Seruants damnation: but this is not so:
[1940]
The King is not bound to answer the particular endings
of his Souldiers, the Father of his Sonne, nor the Master
of his Seruant; for they purpose not their death, when
they purpose their seruices. Besides, there is no King, be
his Cause neuer so spotlesse, if it come to the arbitre-
[1945]
ment of Swords, can trye it out with all vnspotted Soul-
diers: some (peraduenture) haue on them the guilt of
premeditated and contriued Murther; some, of begui-
ling Virgins with the broken Seales of Periurie; some,
making the Warres their Bulwarke, that haue before go-
[1950]
red the gentle Bosome of Peace with Pillage and Robbe-
rie. Now, if these men haue defeated the Law, and out-
runne Natiue punishment; though they can out-strip
men, they haue no wings to flye from God. Warre is
his Beadle, Warre is his Vengeance: so that here men
[1955]
are punisht, for before breach of the Kings Lawes, in
now the Kings Quarrell: where they feared the death,
they haue borne life away; and where they would bee
safe, they perish. Then if they dye vnprouided, no more
is the King guiltie of their damnation, then hee was be-
[1960]
fore guiltie of those Impieties, for the which they are
now visited. Euery Subiects Dutie is the Kings, but
euery Subiects Soule is his owne. Therefore should
euery Souldier in the Warres doe as euery sicke man in
his Bed, wash euery Moth out of his Conscience: and
[1965]
dying so, Death is to him aduantage; or not dying,
the time was blessedly lost, wherein such preparation was
gayned: and in him that escapes, it were not sinne to
thinke, that making God so free an offer, he let him out-
liue that day, to see his Greatnesse, and to teach others
[1970]
how they should prepare.
Will.
'Tis certaine, euery man that dyes ill, the ill vpon
his owne head, the King is not to answer it.
Bates.
I doe not desire hee should answer for me, and
yet I determine to fight lustily for him.
King.
[1975]
I my selfe heard the King say he would not be
ransom'd.
Will.
I, hee said so, to make vs fight chearefully: but
when our throats are cut, hee may be ransom'd, and wee
ne're the wiser.
King.
[1980]
If I liue to see it, I will neuer trust his word af-
ter.
Will.
You pay him then: that's a perillous shot out
of an Elder Gunne, that a poore and a priuate displeasure
can doe against a Monarch: you may as well goe about
[1985]
to turne the Sunne to yce, with fanning in his face with a
Peacocks feather: You'le neuer trust his word after;
come, 'tis a foolish saying.
King.
Your reproofe is something too round, I should
be angry with you, if the time were conuenient.
Will.
[1990]
Let it bee a Quarrell betweene vs, if you liue.
King.
I embrace it.
Will.
How shall I know thee againe?
King.
Giue me any Gage of thine, and I will weare it
in my Bonnet: Then if euer thou dar'st acknowledge it,
[1995]
I will make it my Quarrell.
Will.
Heere's my Gloue: Giue mee another of
thine.
King.
There.
Will.
This will I also weare in my Cap: if euer thou
[2000]
come to me, and say, after to morrow, This is my Gloue,
by this Hand I will take thee a box on the eare.
King.
If euer I liue to see it, I will challenge it.
Will.
Thou dar'st as well be hang'd.
King.
Well, I will doe it, though I take thee in the
[2005]
Kings companie.
Will.
Keepe thy word: fare thee well.
Bates.
Be friends you English fooles, be friends, wee
haue French Quarrels enow, if you could tell how to rec-
kon.
Exit Souldiers.King.
[2010]
Indeede the French may lay twentie French
Crownes to one, they will beat vs, for they beare them
on their shoulders: but it is no English Treason to cut
French Crownes, and to morrow the King himselfe will
be a Clipper.
[2015]
Vpon the King, let vs our Liues, our Soules,Our Debts, our carefull Wiues,Our Children, and our Sinnes, lay on the King:We must beare all.O hard Condition, Twin-borne with Greatnesse,
[2020]
Subiect to the breath of euery foole, whose senceNo more can feele, but his owne wringing.What infinite hearts-ease must Kings neglect,That priuate men enioy?And what haue Kings, that Priuates haue not too,
[2025]
Saue Ceremonie, saue generall Ceremonie?And what art thou, thou Idoll Ceremonie?What kind of God art thou? that suffer'st moreOf mortall griefes, then doe thy worshippers.What are thy Rents? what are thy Commings in?
[2030]
O Ceremonie, shew me but thy worth.What? is thy Soule of Odoration?Art thou ought else but Place, Degree, and Forme,Creating awe and feare in other men?Wherein thou art lesse happy, being fear'd,
[2035]
Then they in fearing.What drink'st thou oft, in stead of Homage sweet,But poyson'd flatterie? O, be sick, great Greatnesse,And bid thy Ceremonie giue thee cure.Thinks thou the fierie Feuer will goe out
[2040]
With Titles blowne from Adulation?Will it giue place to flexure and low bending?Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggers knee,Command the health of it? No, thou prowd Dreame,That play'st so subtilly with a Kings Repose,
[2045]
I am a King that find thee: and I know,Tis not the Balme, the Scepter, and the Ball,The Sword, the Mase, the Crowne Imperiall,The enter-tissued Robe of Gold and Pearle,The farsed Title running 'fore the King,
[2050]
The Throne he sits on: nor the Tyde of Pompe,That beates vpon the high shore of this World:No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous Ceremonie;Not all these, lay'd in Bed Maiesticall,Can sleepe so soundly, as the wretched Slaue:
[2055]
Who with a body fill'd, and vacant mind,Gets him to rest, cram'd with distressefull bread,Neuer sees horride Night, the Child of Hell:But like a Lacquey, from the Rise to Set,Sweates in the eye of
Phebus; and all Night
[2060]
Sleepes in
Elizium: next day after dawne,
Doth rise and helpe
Hiperio to his Horse,
And followes so the euer-running yeereWith profitable labour to his Graue:And but for Ceremonie, such a Wretch,
[2065]
Winding vp Dayes with toyle, and Nights with sleepe,Had the fore-hand and vantage of a King.The Slaue, a Member of the Countreyes peace,Enioyes it; but in grosse braine little wots,What watch the King keepes, to maintaine the peace;
[2070]
Whose howres, the Pesant best aduantages.Enter Erpingham.Erp.My Lord, your Nobles iealous of your absence,Seeke through your Campe to find you.King.Good old Knight, collect them all togetherAt my Tent: Ile be before thee.Erp.
[2075]
I shall doo't, my Lord.
Exit.King.O God of Battailes, steele my Souldiers hearts,Possesse them not with feare: Take from them nowThe sence of reckning of th'opposed numbers:Pluck their hearts from them. Not to day, O Lord,
[2080]
O not to day, thinke not vpon the faultMy Father made, in compassing the Crowne.I
Richards body haue interred new,
And on it haue bestowed more contrite teares,Then from it issued forced drops of blood.
[2085]
Fiue hundred poore I haue in yeerely pay,Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold vpToward Heauen, to pardon, blood:And I haue built two Chauntries,Where the sad and solemne Priests sing still
[2090]
For
Richards Soule. More will I doe:
Though all that I can doe, is nothing worth;Since that my Penitence comes after all,Imploring pardon.Enter Gloucester.Glouc.
My Liege.
King.
[2095]
My Brother
Gloucesters voyce? I:
I know thy errand, I will goe with thee:The day, my friend, and all things stay for me.Exeunt.
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</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="1828">I am a Gentleman of a Company.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-pis">
<speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
<p n="1829">Trayl'st thou the puissant Pyke?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="1830">Euen so: what are you?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-pis">
<speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
<p n="1831">As good a Gentleman as the Emperor.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="1832">Then you are a better then the King.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-pis">
<speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
<p n="1833">The King's a Bawcock, and a Heart of Gold, a
<lb n="1834"/>Lad of Life, an Impe of Fame, of Parents good, of Fist
<lb n="1835"/>most valiant: I kisse his durtie shooe, and from heart-
<lb n="1836"/>string I loue the louely Bully. What is thy Name?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p rend="italic" n="1837">Harry le Roy.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-pis">
<speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
<p n="1838">
<hi rend="italic">Le Roy?</hi>a Cornish Name: art thou of Cornish Crew?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="1839">No, I am a Welchman.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-pis">
<speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
<p n="1840">Know'st thou<hi rend="italic">Fluellen</hi>?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="1841">Yes.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-pis">
<speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
<p n="1842">Tell him Ile knock his Leeke about his Pate vpon
<lb n="1843"/>S.<hi rend="italic">Dauies</hi>day.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="1844">Doe not you weare your Dagger in your Cappe
<lb n="1845"/>that day, least he knock that about yours.</p>
</sp>
<pb facs="FFimg:axc0440-0.jpg" n="84"/>
<cb n="1"/>
<sp who="#F-h5-pis">
<speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
<p n="1846">Art thou his friend?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="1847">And his Kinsman too.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-pis">
<speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
<p n="1848">The<hi rend="italic">Figo</hi>for thee then.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="1849">I thanke you: God be with you.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-pis">
<speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
<p n="1850">My name is<hi rend="italic">Pistol</hi>call'd.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="1851">It sorts well with your fiercenesse.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Manet King.</stage>
<stage rend="italic centre" type="entrance">Enter Fluellen and Gower.</stage>
<sp who="#F-h5-gow">
<speaker rend="italic">Gower.</speaker>
<p n="1852">Captaine<hi rend="italic">Fluellen</hi>.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-flu">
<speaker rend="italic">Flu.</speaker>
<p n="1853">'So, in the Name of Iesu Christ, speake fewer: it
<lb n="1854"/>is the greatest admiration in the vniuersall World, when
<lb n="1855"/>the true and aunchient Prerogatifes and Lawes of the
<lb n="1856"/>Warres is not kept: if you would take the paines but to
<lb n="1857"/>examine the Warres of<hi rend="italic">Pompey</hi>the Great, you shall finde,
<lb n="1858"/>I warrant you, that there is no tiddle tadle nor pibble ba-
<lb n="1859"/>ble in<hi rend="italic">Pompeyes</hi>Campe: I warrant you, you shall finde
<lb n="1860"/>the Ceremonies of the Warres, and the Cares of it, and
<lb n="1861"/>the Formes of it, and the Sobrietie of it, and the Modestie
<lb n="1862"/>of it, to be otherwise.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-gow">
<speaker rend="italic">Gower.</speaker>
<p n="1863">Why the Enemie is lowd, you heare him all
<lb n="1864"/>Night.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-flu">
<speaker rend="italic">Flu.</speaker>
<p n="1865">If the Enemie is an Asse and a Foole, and a pra-
<lb n="1866"/>ting Coxcombe; is it meet, thinke you, that wee should
<lb n="1867"/>also, looke you, be an Asse and a Foole, and a prating Cox-
<lb n="1868"/>combe, in your owne conscience now?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-gow">
<speaker rend="italic">Gow.</speaker>
<p n="1869">I will speake lower.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-flu">
<speaker rend="italic">Flu.</speaker>
<p n="1870">I pray you, and beseech you, that you will.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="1871">Though it appeare a little out of fashion,
<lb n="1872"/>There is much care and valour in this Welchman.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic centre" type="entrance">Enter three Souldiers, Iohn Bates, Alexander Court,
<lb/>and Michael Williams.</stage>
<sp who="#F-h5-cou">
<speaker rend="italic">Court.</speaker>
<p n="1873">Brother<hi rend="italic">Iohn Bates</hi>, is not that the Morning
<lb n="1874"/>which breakes yonder?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-bat">
<speaker rend="italic">Bates.</speaker>
<p n="1875">I thinke it be: but wee haue no great cause to
<lb n="1876"/>desire the approach of day.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-wil">
<speaker rend="italic">Williams.</speaker>
<p n="1877">Wee see yonder the beginning of the day,
<lb n="1878"/>but I thinke wee shall neuer see the end of it. Who goes
<lb n="1879"/>there?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="1880">A Friend.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-wil">
<speaker rend="italic">Williams.</speaker>
<p n="1881">Vnder what Captaine serue you?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="1882">Vnder Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn Erpingham</hi>.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-wil">
<speaker rend="italic">Williams.</speaker>
<p n="1883">A good old Commander, and a most kinde
<lb n="1884"/>Gentleman: I pray you, what thinkes he of our estate?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="1885">Euen as men wrackt vpon a Sand, that looke to be
<lb n="1886"/>washt off the next Tyde.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-bat">
<speaker rend="italic">Bates.</speaker>
<p n="1887">He hath not told his thought to the King?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="1888">No: nor it is not meet he should: for though I
<lb n="1889"/>speake it to you, I thinke the King is but a man, as I am:
<lb n="1890"/>the Violet smells to him, as it doth to me; the Element
<lb n="1891"/>shewes to him, as it doth to me; all his Sences haue but
<lb n="1892"/>humane Conditions: his Ceremonies layd by, in his Na-
<lb n="1893"/>kednesse he appeares but a man; and though his affecti-
<lb n="1894"/>ous are higher mounted then ours, yet when they stoupe,
<lb n="1895"/>they stoupe with the like wing: therefore, when he sees
<lb n="1896"/>reason of feares, as we doe; his feares, out of doubt, be of
<lb n="1897"/>the same rellish as ours are: yet in reason, no man should
<lb n="1898"/>possesse him with any appearance of feare; least hee, by
<lb n="1899"/>shewing it, should dis-hearten his Army.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-bat">
<speaker rend="italic">Bates.</speaker>
<p n="1900">He may shew what outward courage he will:
<lb n="1901"/>but I beleeue, as cold a Night as 'tis, hee could wish him-
<lb n="1902"/>selfe in Thames vp to the Neck; and so I would he were,
<lb n="1903"/>and I by him, at all aduentures, so we were quit here.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="1904">By my troth, I will speake my conscience of the<cb n="2"/>
<lb n="1905"/>King: I thinke hee would not wish himselfe any where,
<lb n="1906"/>but where hee is.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-bat">
<speaker rend="italic">Bates.</speaker>
<p n="1907">Then I would he were here alone; so should he be
<lb n="1908"/>sure to be ransomed, and a many poore mens liues saued.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="1909">I dare say, you loue him not so ill, to wish him
<lb n="1910"/>here alone: howsoeuer you speake this to feele other
<lb n="1911"/>mens minds, me thinks I could not dye any where so con-
<lb n="1912"/>tented, as in the Kings company; his Cause being iust, and
<lb n="1913"/>his Quarrell honorable.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-wil">
<speaker rend="italic">Williams.</speaker>
<p n="1914">That's more then we know.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-bat">
<speaker rend="italic">Bates.</speaker>
<p n="1915">I, or more then wee should seeke after; for wee
<lb n="1916"/>know enough, if wee know wee are the Kings Subiects;
<lb n="1917"/>if his Cause be wrong, our obedience to the King wipes
<lb n="1918"/>the Cryme of it out of vs.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-wil">
<speaker rend="italic">Williams.</speaker>
<p n="1919">But if the Cause be not good, the King him-
<lb n="1920"/>selfe hath a heauie Reckoning to make, when all those
<lb n="1921"/>Legges, and Armes, and Heads, chopt off in a Battaile,
<lb n="1922"/>shall ioyne together at the latter day, and cry all, Wee dy-
<lb n="1923"/>ed at such a place, some swearing, some crying for a Sur-
<lb n="1924"/>gean; some vpon their Wiues, left poore behind them;
<lb n="1925"/>some vpon the Debts they owe, some vpon their Children
<lb n="1926"/>rawly left: I am afear'd, there are few dye well, that dye
<lb n="1927"/>in a Battaile: for how can they charitably dispose of any
<lb n="1928"/>thing, when Blood is their argument? Now, if these men
<lb n="1929"/>doe not dye well, it will be a black matter for the King,
<lb n="1930"/>that led them to it; who to disobey, were against all pro-
<lb n="1931"/>portion of subiection.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="1932">So, if a Sonne that is by his Father sent about
<lb n="1933"/>Merchandize, doe sinfully miscarry vpon the Sea; the im-
<lb n="1934"/>putation of his wickedneffe, by your rule, should be im-
<lb n="1935"/>posed vpon his Father that sent him: or if a Seruant, vn-
<lb n="1936"/>der his Masters command, transporting a summe of Mo-
<lb n="1937"/>ney, be assayled by Robbers, and dye in many irreconcil'd
<lb n="1938"/>Iniquities; you may call the businesse of the Master the
<lb n="1939"/>author of the Seruants damnation: but this is not so:
<lb n="1940"/>The King is not bound to answer the particular endings
<lb n="1941"/>of his Souldiers, the Father of his Sonne, nor the Master
<lb n="1942"/>of his Seruant; for they purpose not their death, when
<lb n="1943"/>they purpose their seruices. Besides, there is no King, be
<lb n="1944"/>his Cause neuer so spotlesse, if it come to the arbitre-
<lb n="1945"/>ment of Swords, can trye it out with all vnspotted Soul-
<lb n="1946"/>diers: some (peraduenture) haue on them the guilt of
<lb n="1947"/>premeditated and contriued Murther; some, of begui-
<lb n="1948"/>ling Virgins with the broken Seales of Periurie; some,
<lb n="1949"/>making the Warres their Bulwarke, that haue before go-
<lb n="1950"/>red the gentle Bosome of Peace with Pillage and Robbe-
<lb n="1951"/>rie. Now, if these men haue defeated the Law, and out-
<lb n="1952"/>runne Natiue punishment; though they can out-strip
<lb n="1953"/>men, they haue no wings to flye from God. Warre is
<lb n="1954"/>his Beadle, Warre is his Vengeance: so that here men
<lb n="1955"/>are punisht, for before breach of the Kings Lawes, in
<lb n="1956"/>now the Kings Quarrell: where they feared the death,
<lb n="1957"/>they haue borne life away; and where they would bee
<lb n="1958"/>safe, they perish. Then if they dye vnprouided, no more
<lb n="1959"/>is the King guiltie of their damnation, then hee was be-
<lb n="1960"/>fore guiltie of those Impieties, for the which they are
<lb n="1961"/>now visited. Euery Subiects Dutie is the Kings, but
<lb n="1962"/>euery Subiects Soule is his owne. Therefore should
<lb n="1963"/>euery Souldier in the Warres doe as euery sicke man in
<lb n="1964"/>his Bed, wash euery Moth out of his Conscience: and
<lb n="1965"/>dying so, Death is to him aduantage; or not dying,
<lb n="1966"/>the time was blessedly lost, wherein such preparation was
<lb n="1967"/>gayned: and in him that escapes, it were not sinne to
<lb n="1968"/>thinke, that making God so free an offer, he let him out-
<lb n="1969"/>liue that day, to see his Greatnesse, and to teach others
<lb n="1970"/>how they should prepare.</p>
</sp>
<pb facs="FFimg:axc0441-0.jpg" n="85"/>
<cb n="1"/>
<sp who="#F-h5-wil">
<speaker rend="italic">Will.</speaker>
<p n="1971">'Tis certaine, euery man that dyes ill, the ill vpon
<lb n="1972"/>his owne head, the King is not to answer it.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-bat">
<speaker rend="italic">Bates.</speaker>
<p n="1973">I doe not desire hee should answer for me, and
<lb n="1974"/>yet I determine to fight lustily for him.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="1975">I my selfe heard the King say he would not be
<lb n="1976"/>ransom'd.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-wil">
<speaker rend="italic">Will.</speaker>
<p n="1977">I, hee said so, to make vs fight chearefully: but
<lb n="1978"/>when our throats are cut, hee may be ransom'd, and wee
<lb n="1979"/>ne're the wiser.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="1980">If I liue to see it, I will neuer trust his word af-
<lb n="1981"/>ter.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-wil">
<speaker rend="italic">Will.</speaker>
<p n="1982">You pay him then: that's a perillous shot out
<lb n="1983"/>of an Elder Gunne, that a poore and a priuate displeasure
<lb n="1984"/>can doe against a Monarch: you may as well goe about
<lb n="1985"/>to turne the Sunne to yce, with fanning in his face with a
<lb n="1986"/>Peacocks feather: You'le neuer trust his word after;
<lb n="1987"/>come, 'tis a foolish saying.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="1988">Your reproofe is something too round, I should
<lb n="1989"/>be angry with you, if the time were conuenient.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-wil">
<speaker rend="italic">Will.</speaker>
<p n="1990">Let it bee a Quarrell betweene vs, if you liue.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="1991">I embrace it.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-wil">
<speaker rend="italic">Will.</speaker>
<p n="1992">How shall I know thee againe?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="1993">Giue me any Gage of thine, and I will weare it
<lb n="1994"/>in my Bonnet: Then if euer thou dar'st acknowledge it,
<lb n="1995"/>I will make it my Quarrell.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-wil">
<speaker rend="italic">Will.</speaker>
<p n="1996">Heere's my Gloue: Giue mee another of
<lb n="1997"/>thine.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="1998">There.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-wil">
<speaker rend="italic">Will.</speaker>
<p n="1999">This will I also weare in my Cap: if euer thou
<lb n="2000"/>come to me, and say, after to morrow, This is my Gloue,
<lb n="2001"/>by this Hand I will take thee a box on the eare.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="2002">If euer I liue to see it, I will challenge it.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-wil">
<speaker rend="italic">Will.</speaker>
<p n="2003">Thou dar'st as well be hang'd.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="2004">Well, I will doe it, though I take thee in the
<lb n="2005"/>Kings companie.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-wil">
<speaker rend="italic">Will.</speaker>
<p n="2006">Keepe thy word: fare thee well.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-bat">
<speaker rend="italic">Bates.</speaker>
<p n="2007">Be friends you English fooles, be friends, wee
<lb n="2008"/>haue French Quarrels enow, if you could tell how to rec-
<lb n="2009"/>kon.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Souldiers.</stage>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="2010">Indeede the French may lay twentie French
<lb n="2011"/>Crownes to one, they will beat vs, for they beare them
<lb n="2012"/>on their shoulders: but it is no English Treason to cut
<lb n="2013"/>French Crownes, and to morrow the King himselfe will
<lb n="2014"/>be a Clipper.</p>
<l n="2015">Vpon the King, let vs our Liues, our Soules,</l>
<l n="2016">Our Debts, our carefull Wiues,</l>
<l n="2017">Our Children, and our Sinnes, lay on the King:</l>
<l n="2018">We must beare all.</l>
<l n="2019">O hard Condition, Twin-borne with Greatnesse,</l>
<l n="2020">Subiect to the breath of euery foole, whose sence</l>
<l n="2021">No more can feele, but his owne wringing.</l>
<l n="2022">What infinite hearts-ease must Kings neglect,</l>
<l n="2023">That priuate men enioy?</l>
<l n="2024">And what haue Kings, that Priuates haue not too,</l>
<l n="2025">Saue Ceremonie, saue generall Ceremonie?</l>
<l n="2026">And what art thou, thou Idoll Ceremonie?</l>
<l n="2027">What kind of God art thou? that suffer'st more</l>
<l n="2028">Of mortall griefes, then doe thy worshippers.</l>
<l n="2029">What are thy Rents? what are thy Commings in?</l>
<l n="2030">O Ceremonie, shew me but thy worth.</l>
<l n="2031">What? is thy Soule of Odoration?</l>
<l n="2032">Art thou ought else but Place, Degree, and Forme,</l>
<l n="2033">Creating awe and feare in other men?</l>
<l n="2034">Wherein thou art lesse happy, being fear'd,</l>
<l n="2035">Then they in fearing.</l>
<cb n="2"/>
<l n="2036">What drink'st thou oft, in stead of Homage sweet,</l>
<l n="2037">But poyson'd flatterie? O, be sick, great Greatnesse,</l>
<l n="2038">And bid thy Ceremonie giue thee cure.</l>
<l n="2039">Thinks thou the fierie Feuer will goe out</l>
<l n="2040">With Titles blowne from Adulation?</l>
<l n="2041">Will it giue place to flexure and low bending?</l>
<l n="2042">Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggers knee,</l>
<l n="2043">Command the health of it? No, thou prowd Dreame,</l>
<l n="2044">That play'st so subtilly with a Kings Repose,</l>
<l n="2045">I am a King that find thee: and I know,</l>
<l n="2046">Tis not the Balme, the Scepter, and the Ball,</l>
<l n="2047">The Sword, the Mase, the Crowne Imperiall,</l>
<l n="2048">The enter-tissued Robe of Gold and Pearle,</l>
<l n="2049">The farsed Title running 'fore the King,</l>
<l n="2050">The Throne he sits on: nor the Tyde of Pompe,</l>
<!-- An ink blot partially obscures the word "Pompe". -->
<l n="2051">That beates vpon the high shore of this World:</l>
<l n="2052">No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous Ceremonie;</l>
<l n="2053">Not all these, lay'd in Bed Maiesticall,</l>
<l n="2054">Can sleepe so soundly, as the wretched Slaue:</l>
<l n="2055">Who with a body fill'd, and vacant mind,</l>
<l n="2056">Gets him to rest, cram'd with distressefull bread,</l>
<l n="2057">Neuer sees horride Night, the Child of Hell:</l>
<l n="2058">But like a Lacquey, from the Rise to Set,</l>
<l n="2059">Sweates in the eye of<hi rend="italic">Phebus</hi>; and all Night</l>
<l n="2060">Sleepes in<hi rend="italic">Elizium</hi>: next day after dawne,</l>
<l n="2061">Doth rise and helpe<hi rend="italic">Hiperio</hi>to his Horse,</l>
<l n="2062">And followes so the euer-running yeere</l>
<l n="2063">With profitable labour to his Graue:</l>
<l n="2064">And but for Ceremonie, such a Wretch,</l>
<l n="2065">Winding vp Dayes with toyle, and Nights with sleepe,</l>
<l n="2066">Had the fore-hand and vantage of a King.</l>
<l n="2067">The Slaue, a Member of the Countreyes peace,</l>
<l n="2068">Enioyes it; but in grosse braine little wots,</l>
<l n="2069">What watch the King keepes, to maintaine the peace;</l>
<l n="2070">Whose howres, the Pesant best aduantages.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic centre" type="entrance">Enter Erpingham.</stage>
<sp who="#F-h5-erp">
<speaker rend="italic">Erp.</speaker>
<l n="2071">My Lord, your Nobles iealous of your absence,</l>
<l n="2072">Seeke through your Campe to find you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="2073">Good old Knight, collect them all together</l>
<l n="2074">At my Tent: Ile be before thee.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-erp">
<speaker rend="italic">Erp.</speaker>
<p n="2075">I shall doo't, my Lord.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="2076">O God of Battailes, steele my Souldiers hearts,</l>
<l n="2077">Possesse them not with feare: Take from them now</l>
<l n="2078">The sence of reckning of th'opposed numbers:</l>
<l n="2079">Pluck their hearts from them. Not to day, O Lord,</l>
<l n="2080">O not to day, thinke not vpon the fault</l>
<l n="2081">My Father made, in compassing the Crowne.</l>
<l n="2082">I<hi rend="italic">Richards</hi>body haue interred new,</l>
<l n="2083">And on it haue bestowed more contrite teares,</l>
<l n="2084">Then from it issued forced drops of blood.</l>
<l n="2085">Fiue hundred poore I haue in yeerely pay,</l>
<l n="2086">Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold vp</l>
<l n="2087">Toward Heauen, to pardon, blood:</l>
<l n="2088">And I haue built two Chauntries,</l>
<l n="2089">Where the sad and solemne Priests sing still</l>
<l n="2090">For<hi rend="italic">Richards</hi>Soule. More will I doe:</l>
<l n="2091">Though all that I can doe, is nothing worth;</l>
<l n="2092">Since that my Penitence comes after all,</l>
<l n="2093">Imploring pardon.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic centre" type="entrance">Enter Gloucester.</stage>
<sp who="#F-h5-glo">
<speaker rend="italic">Glouc.</speaker>
<p n="2094">My Liege.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hen">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="2095">My Brother<hi rend="italic">Gloucesters</hi>voyce? I:</l>
<l n="2096">I know thy errand, I will goe with thee:</l>
<l n="2097">The day, my friend, and all things stay for me.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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