Another Part of the Field.
 Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER.

Fluellen	Kill the poys and the luggage? 'Tis expressly against the 
	law of arms; 'tis as arrant a piece of knavery, mark you 
	now, as can be offer't. In your conscience now, is it not?

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

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

Gower	Alexander the Great.

Fluellen	Why, I pray you, is not 'pig' great? The pig, or the 
	great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the magnanimous, are 
	all one reckonings, save the phrase is a little 
	variations.

Gower	I think Alexander the Great was born in Macedon. His 
	father was called Philip of Macedon, as I take it.

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

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

Fluellen	It is not well done, mark you now, to take the tales out 
	of my mouth ere it is made and finished. I speak but in 
	the figures and comparisons of it. As Alexander killed his 
	friend Cleitus, being in his ales and his cups, so also 
	Harry Monmouth, being in his right wits and his good 
	judgements, turned away the fat knight with the great-
	belly doublet: he was full of jests and gipes and 
	knaveries and mocks - I have forgot his name.

Gower	Sir John Falstaff.

Fluellen	That is he. I'll tell you, there is good men porn at 
	Monmouth.

Gower	Here comes his majesty.

                                 Alarum.
            Enter KING HENRY with BOURBON and other PRISONERS;
                 WARWICK, GLOUCESTER, EXETER, and OTHERS.
                                Flourish.

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

                              Enter MONTJOY.

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

Gloucester	His eyes are humbler than they used to be.

King Henry	How now! What means this, herald? Know'st thou not
	That we have fined these bones of mine for ransom?
	Com'st thou again for ransom?

Montjoy									No, great king;
	I come to thee for charitable license,
	That we may wander o'er this bloody field
	To book our dead, and then to bury them,
	To sort our nobles from our common men;
	For many of our princes - woe the while!-
	Lie drowned and soaked in mercenary blood;
	So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs
	In blood of princes, and their wounded steeds
	Fret fetlock-deep in gore, and with wild rage
	Yerk out their armd heels at their dead masters,
	Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king,
	To view the field in safety, and dispose
	Of their dead bodies!

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

Montjoy									The day is yours.

King Henry	Praisd be God, and not our strength, for it!
	What is this castle called that stands hard by?

Montjoy	They call it Agincourt.

King Henry	Then call we this the field of Agincourt,
	Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.

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

King Henry	They did, Fluellen.

Fluellen	Your majesty says very true. If your majesties is 
	remembered of it, the Welshmen did good service in a 
	garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their 
	Monmouth caps, which your majesty know to this hour is an 
	honourable badge of the service. And I do believe your 
	majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's 
	day.

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

Fluellen	All the water in Wye cannot wash your majesty's Welsh 
	plood out of your pody, I can tell you that. God pless it 
	and preserve it, as long as it pleases His Grace, and His 
	Majesty too!

King Henry	Thanks, good my countryman.

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

King Henry	God keep me so!

           Enter WILLIAMS, with King Henry's glove in his cap.

							Our heralds go with him.
	Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
	On both our parts.
									  [Exeunt HERALDS with MONTJOY.

							Call yonder fellow hither.

Exeter	[To WILLIAMS.] Soldier, you must come to the king.

King Henry	Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove in thy cap?

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

King Henry	An Englishman?

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

King Henry	What think you, Captain Fluellen? Is it fit this soldier 
	keep his oath?

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

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

Fluellen	Though he be as good a gentleman as the devil is, as 
	Lucifer and Beelzebub himself, it is necessary, look your 
	grace, that he keep his vow and his oath. If he be 
	perjured, see you now, his reputation is as arrant a 
	villain and a Jack-sauce as ever his black shoe trod upon 
	God's ground and His earth, in my conscience, la!

King Henry	Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when you meet'st the fellow.

Williams	So I will, my liege, as I live.

King Henry	Who serv'st thou under?

Williams	Under Captain Gower, my liege.

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

King Henry	Call him hither to me, soldier.

Williams	I will, my liege.
													[Exit.

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

Fluellen	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, and 
	please God of His Grace that I might see.

King Henry	Know'st thou Gower?

Fluellen	He is my dear friend, and please you.

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

Fluellen	I will fetch him.
													[Exit.
King Henry	My Lord of Warwick, and my brother Gloucester,
	Follow Fluellen closely at the heels.
	The glove which I have given him for a favour
	May haply purchase him a box a'th'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, touched 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.
