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Henry V

by

William Shakespeare

 

Henry V

Table of Contents

Act 1. 3

Prologue. 3

Act 1. Scene 1. London. An Ante-Chamber in the King’s palace. 5

Act 1. Scene 2. London. An Ante-Chamber in the King’s palace. 13

Act 2. 31

Prologue. 31

Act 2. Scene 1. London. A street 34

Act 2. Scene 2. Southampton. A Council Chamber 44

Act 2. Scene 3. London. Before a tavern. 57

Act 2. Scene 4. France. The King’s palace. 62

Act 3. 72

Prologue. 72

Act 3. Scene 1. France. Before Harfleur 75

Act 3. Scene 2. France. Before Harfleur 78

Act 3. Scene 3. France. Before the gates. 86

Act 3. Scene 4. The French king’s palace. 90

Act 3. Scene 5. The French king’s palace. 96

Act 3. Scene 6. The English camp in Picardy. 101

Act 3. Scene 7. The French camp near Agincourt 111

Act 4. 124

Prologue. 124

Act 4. Scene 1. The English camp at Agincourt 128

Act 4. Scene 2. The French camp. 148

Act 4. Scene 3. The English camp. 153

Act 4. Scene 4. The field of battle. 163

Act 4. Scene 5. Another part of the field. 169

Act 4. Scene 6. Another part of the field. 172

Act 4. Scene 7. Another part of the field. 175

Act 4. Scene 8. Before King Henry’s pavilion. 187

Act 5. 196

Prologue. 196

Act 5. Scene 1. France. The English camp. 199

Act 5. Scene 2. France. A royal palace. 205

Epilogue. 227

 


 

Act 1

Prologue

 

 

Enter CHORUS

CHORUS

Oh, for a muse of fire that would ascend
muse of fire=genius/inspiration

[to] The brightest heaven of invention!

A kingdom for a stage, princes to act,

And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!

Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,

Assume the port of Mars, and, at his heels,

Leashed in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire

Crouch for employment, but, pardon, gentles all,

The flat unraisèd spirits that hath dared
flat, unraised spirits=common folk

On this unworthy scaffold (stage) to bring forth

So great an object. Can this cockpit hold
cockpit=theatrical arena

The vasty fields of France? Or may we cram

Within this wooden O the very casques
wooden O=Globe Theater, holding (at that time) approximately 3,000 people
casques=helmets

That did affright the air at Agincourt?

O, pardon, since a crookèd figure (digit) may

Attest (mean) in [a] little place a million,

And let us, ciphers to this great account,
ciphers=zeroes

On your imaginary forces work.

Suppose within the girdle (belt) of these walls

Are now confined two mighty monarchies,

Whose high up-rearèd and abutting fronts (land masses)

The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder (into two).

Piece (fill) out our imperfections with your thoughts.

Into a thousand parts divide one man,

And make imaginary puissance (troops).

Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them

Printing their proud hoofs i' th' receiving earth,

For ’tis your thoughts that now must deck (adorn) our kings,

Carry them here and there, jumping o'er times,

Turning th' accomplishment of many years

Into an hour-glass, for the which supply (to supply which),

Admit me chorus to this history,

Who, prologue-like, your humble patience pray

Gently to hear, kindly to judge our play.

Exit

Act 1. Scene 1. London. An Ante-Chamber in the King’s palace

 

Enter the Archbishop of CANTERBURY and the Bishop of ELY

 

CANTERBURY

My lord, I’ll tell you that self (same) bill is urged
bill=bill that would have allowed the King to seize certain lands belonging to the Church

Which in th' eleventh year of the last king’s reign
eleventh year=1410 under Henry IV

Was like (likely to pass) and had (would have) indeed against us passed

But that the scambling and unquiet time

Did push it out of farther question.

 

ELY

But how, my lord, shall we resist it now?

 

CANTERBURY

It must be thought on. If it pass against us,

We lose the better half of our possession,

For all the temporal (secular) lands which men devout

By testament (will) have given to the Church

Would they strip from us, being valued thus:

“As much as would maintain, to the King’s honor,

Full fifteen earls and fifteen hundred knights,

Six thousand and two hundred good esquires,
(squires ranked just below knights)

And (to relief of lazars (lepers) and weak [old] age,

[and] Of indigent [folk and] faint (feeble) souls past corporal (physical) toil)

A hundred almshouses right well supplied,

And, to the coffers of the King besides,

A thousand pounds by th' year.” Thus runs the bill.

 

ELY

This would drink deep.

 

CANTERBURY

'Twould drink the cup and all.

 

ELY

But what prevention?

 

CANTERBURY

The king is full of grace and fair regard (good reputation).

 

ELY

And a true lover of the holy Church.

 

CANTERBURY

The courses of his youth promised it not.

The breath no sooner left his father’s body

But that his wildness, mortified in him,
mortified=deadened to sin

Seemed to die, too. Yea, at that very moment

Consideration like an angel came

And whipped th' offending Adam (natural depravity) out of him,

Leaving his body as a paradise
(paradise like the Garden of Eden once Adam and Eve had been expelled)

T' envelop and contain celestial spirits.

Never was such a sudden scholar made,

Never came reformation in a flood

With such a heady current scouring faults,
(as occurred when Hercules cleaned out the Augean stables)

Nor never Hydra-headed willfulness
Hydra – when Hercules cut off a head, two more would arise in its place

So soon did lose his seat, and all at once,

As in this king.

 

ELY

We are blessèd in the change.

 

CANTERBURY

Hear him but reason in divinity
(debate in theology)

And, all-admiring, with an inward wish

You would desire the King were made a prelate.
prelate=church dignitary

Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs (politics),

You would say it hath been all in all his study.

List his discourse of war, and you shall hear
list=listen to

A fearful (frightful) battle rendered you in music.

Turn him to any cause of policy,
cause of policy=question of statecraft

The Gordian knot of it he will unloose
Gordian knot=intricate knot that Alexander the Great cut through with his sword

Familiar as his garter, [so] that, when he speaks,

The air, a chartered libertine, is still,
chartered libertine=licensed freeman

And the mute wonder lurketh in men’s ears

To steal (hear more of) his sweet and honeyed sentences,

So that the art and practic part of life

Must be the mistress (teacher) to this theoric,

Which is a wonder how his Grace should glean it,

Since his addiction was to courses vain,

His companies unlettered, rude, and shallow,

His hours filled up with riots, banquets, sports,

And never (no one ever) noted in him any study,

Any retirement, any sequestration (withdrawal)

From open haunts and popularity (popular places).

 

ELY

The strawberry grows underneath the nettle,

And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best

Neighbored by fruit of baser quality,

And so the Prince obscured his contemplation

Under the veil of wildness, which, no doubt,

Grew like the summer grass, fastest by night,

Unseen yet crescive in his faculty.
crescive in his faculty=growing in its natural power

 

CANTERBURY

It must be so, for miracles are ceased,
(Protestants believed that all miracles ended with Christ)

And, therefore, we must needs admit (find) the means

How (by which) things are perfected.

 

ELY

But, my good lord,

How now for mitigation (softening) of this bill

Urged by the [House of] Commons? Doth his Majesty

Incline to it or no?

 

CANTERBURY

He seems indifferent,

Or rather swaying more upon (toward) our part

Than cherishing th' exhibitors (authors of bills) against us,

For I have made an offer to his Majesty—

Upon our spiritual convocation (meeting of clergy)

And in regard of causes now in hand (affairs under consideration),

Which I have opened to his Grace (the King) at large,

As touching France—to give a greater sum

Than ever at one time the clergy yet

Did to his predecessors part withal.
(did part with to his predecessors)

 

ELY

How did this offer seem received, my lord?

 

CANTERBURY

With good acceptance of (by) his Majesty—

Save that there was not time enough to hear,

As I perceived his Grace (the King) would fain have done,

The severals (details) and unhidden passages (revealed genealogies)

Of his true titles (claims) to some certain dukedoms,

And generally to the crown and seat (throne) of France,

Derived from Edward, his great-grandfather.
(Edward III was grandson of the king of France)

 

ELY

What was th' impediment that broke this [conversation] off?

 

CANTERBURY

The French ambassador upon that instant

Craved audience, and the hour, I think, is come

To give him hearing. Is it four o'clock?

 

ELY

It is.

 

CANTERBURY

Then go we in to know his embassy (message),

Which I could with a ready guess declare

Before the Frenchman speak a word of it.

ELY

I’ll wait upon you, and I long to hear it.

 

Exeunt


 

Act 1. Scene 2. London. An Ante-Chamber in the King’s palace

 

Enter KING HENRYGLOUCESTERBEDFORD, EXETERWARWICKWESTMORELAND, and attendants

 

KING HENRY

Where is my gracious lord of Canterbury?

 

EXETER

Not here in presence.

 

KING HENRY

Send for him, good uncle.

 

WESTMORELAND

Shall we call in th' ambassador, my liege (sovereign)?

 

KING HENRY

Not yet, my cousin (kinsman). We would be resolved,

Before we hear him, of some things of weight

That task (occupy) our thoughts concerning us and France.

Enter the Archbishop of CANTERBURY and the Bishop of ELY

 

CANTERBURY (addressing King Henry)

God and his angels guard your sacred throne

And make you long become it.

 

KING HENRY

Sure we thank you.

My learnèd lord, we pray you to proceed

And justly and religiously unfold

Why the law Salic that they have in France
law Salic=law handed down from an ancestral tribe

Or (either) should or should not bar us in our claim,

And God forbid, my dear and faithful lord,

That you should fashion, wrest, or bow your reading,
bow your reading=bend your interpretation

Or nicely charge (foolishly burden) your understanding soul

With opening titles miscreate (with expounding spurious claims), whose right

Suits not in native colors with the truth,

For God doth know how many now in health

Shall drop their blood in approbation

Of what your reverence shall incite us to.

Therefore, take heed how you impawn (pledge) our person,

How you awake our sleeping sword of war.

We charge you in the name of God, take heed,

For never two such kingdoms did contend

Without much fall of blood, whose guiltless drops

Are every one a woe, a sore complaint

'Gainst him whose wrong[doing] gives edge unto the swords

That make such waste in brief mortality.

Under this conjuration (injunction), speak, my lord,

For we will hear, note, and believe in heart

That what you speak is in your conscience washed

As pure as sin [is washed away] with baptism.
(The Original Sin (disobeying God) of Adam was thought to be washed away
by baptism.
)

 

CANTERBURY

Then hear me, gracious sovereign, and you peers

That owe yourselves, your lives, and services

To this imperial throne. There is no bar

To make against your Highness' claim to France

But this, which they produce from Pharamond (legendary king):

“In terram Salicam mulieres ne succedant”

(No woman shall succeed [to a title] in Salic land),

Which Salic land the French unjustly gloze (interpret)

To be the realm of France, and Pharamond

The founder of this law and female bar.

Yet their own authors faithfully affirm

That the land Salic is in Germany,

Between the floods (rivers) of Sala and of Elbe,

Where Charles the Great (Charlemagne), having subdued the Saxons,

There left behind and settled certain French,

Who, holding in disdain the German women

For some dishonest (unchaste) manners of their life,

Established then this law: to wit, no female

Should be inheritrix in Salic land,

Which “Salic,” as I said, ’twixt Elbe and Sala,

Is at this day in Germany called Meissen.

Then doth it well appear the Salic law

Was not devisèd for the realm of France,

Nor did the French possess the Salic land

Until four hundred one and twenty years

After defunction (death) of King Pharamond,

Idly (incorrectly) supposed the founder of this law,

Who died within the year of our redemption

Four hundred twenty-six, and Charles the Great

Subdued the Saxons and did seat the French

Beyond the river Sala in the year

Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say,

King Pepin, who deposèd Childeric,

Did, as heir general, being descended

Of Blithild, who was daughter to King Clothair,

Make claim and title to the crown of France.

Hugh Capet, also, who usurped the crown

Of Charles the Duke of Lorraine, sole heir male

Of the true line and stock of Charles the Great,

To fine (embellish) his title with some shows of truth,

Though in pure truth it was corrupt and naught,

Conveyed himself as th' heir to th' Lady Lingare,

Daughter to Charlemagne, who was the son

To Lewis the Emperor, and Lewis the son

Of Charles the Great. Also, King Lewis the Tenth,

Who was sole heir to the usurper Capet,

Could not keep quiet in his conscience,

Wearing the crown of France, till satisfied

That fair Queen Isabel, his grandmother,

Was lineal of (descended from) the Lady Ermengare,

Daughter to Charles, the foresaid Duke of Lorraine,

By the which marriage the line of Charles the Great

Was reunited to the crown of France,

So that, as clear as is the summer’s sun,

King Pepin’s title and Hugh Capet’s claim,

King Lewis his satisfaction (satisfied), all appear

To hold in right and title of the female.

So do the kings of France unto this day,

Howbeit (notwithstanding) they would hold up this Salic law

To bar your Highness claiming from the female

And rather choose to hide them in a net

Than amply to imbar (frankly to rule out) their crooked titles

Usurped from you and your progenitors.

 

KING HENRY

May I with right and conscience make this claim?

 

CANTERBURY

The sin upon my head, dread sovereign,

For in the Book of Numbers is it writ:

“When the man dies [leaving no son], let the inheritance

Descend unto the daughter.” Gracious lord,

Stand for your own, unwind your bloody flag,

Look back into your mighty ancestors.

Go, my dread lord, to your great-grandsire’s tomb,

From whom you claim. Invoke his warlike spirit

And your great-uncle’s, Edward the Black Prince,

Who on the French ground played a tragedy,
tragedy=battle of Crecy, a disaster for the French

Making defeat on the full power of France

Whiles his most mighty father on a hill

Stood smiling to behold his lion’s whelp (offspring)

Forage in blood of French nobility.

O noble English, that could entertain (meet and overcome)

With half their forces the full pride of France

And let another half stand laughing by,

All out of work and cold for [want of] action!

 

ELY

Awake remembrance of these valiant dead

And with your puissant arm renew their feats.

You are their heir, you sit upon their throne,

The blood and courage that renownèd them

Runs in your veins, and my thrice-puissant liege
thrice-puissant=for the three reasons just stated

Is in the very May-morn of his youth

Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises.

 

EXETER

Your brother kings and monarchs of the earth

Do all expect that you should rouse yourself,

As did the former lions of your blood.

 

WESTMORELAND

They know your Grace hath cause and means and might.

So hath your Highness (so, indeed, you do). Never king of England

Had nobles richer and more loyal subjects,

Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England

And lie pavilioned in the fields of France.
pavilioned – pavilions were tents that the nobility used in jousting tournaments

 

CANTERBURY

Oh, let their bodies follow, my dear liege,

With blood and sword and fire to win your right,

In aid whereof we of the spiritualty (clergy)

Will raise your Highness such a mighty sum

As never did the clergy at one time

Bring in to any of your ancestors.

 

KING HENRY

We must not only arm t' invade the French

But lay down our proportions (allocate our forces) to defend

Against the Scot, who will make road (inroads) upon us

With all advantages (take advantage of the situation).

 

CANTERBURY

They of those marches, gracious sovereign,
marches=border regions (next to Scotland)

Shall be a wall sufficient to defend

Our inland from the pilfering borderers (thieving Scots).

 

KING HENRY

We do not mean the coursing snatchers only
coursing snatchers=bands of thieves

But fear the main intendment of the Scot,

Who hath been still (always) a giddy neighbor to us,

For you shall read that my great-grandfather

Never went with his forces into France

But that the Scot on his unfurnished (unprotected) kingdom

Came pouring like the tide into a breach

With ample and brim fullness of his force,

Galling the gleanèd land (land depleted of soldiers) with hot assays (attacks),

Girding (encircling) with grievous siege castles and towns,

[so] That England, being empty of defense,

Hath shook and trembled at th'ill neighborhood (bad neighbors).

 

CANTERBURY

She hath been then more feared (frightened) than harmed, my liege,

For hear her but exampled by herself (instructed by her own example):

When all her chivalry (knights) hath been in France

And she a mourning widow of her nobles,

She hath herself not only well defended

But taken and impounded as a stray

The king of Scots, whom she did send to France

To fill King Edward’s fame with prisoner kings

And make her chronicle as rich with praise

As is the ooze and bottom of the sea

With sunken wrack (wreckage) and sumless treasuries (treasures).

 

ELY

But there’s a saying very old and true:

“If that you will France win,

Then with Scotland first begin.”

For once the eagle England being in [search of] prey,

To her unguarded nest the weasel Scot

Comes sneaking and so sucks her princely eggs,

Playing the mouse in absence of the cat,

To ’tame and havoc more than she can eat.
tame=attame=attack
havoc=ravage

EXETER

It follows, then, the cat must stay at home,

Yet that is but a crushed necessity,
crushed necessity=strained conclusion

Since we have locks to safeguard necessaries

And pretty (ingenious) traps to catch the petty thieves.

While that the armèd hand doth fight abroad,

Th' advisèd head defends itself at home,

For government, though high and low and lower,
(though composed of three social ranks)

Put into parts (separated into different functions) doth keep in one consent (harmony),

Congreeing (agreeing) in a full and natural close (the ending of a composition),

Like music.

 

CANTERBURY

Therefore doth heaven divide

The state of man in diverse functions,

Setting endeavor in continual motion,

To which is fixed, as an aim or butt,
butt=archery target

Obedience, for so work the honeybees,

Creatures that by a rule in nature (instinctively) teach

The act of order (orderly action) to a peopled kingdom.

They have a king and officers of sorts,

Where some like magistrates correct (dispense justice) at home,

Others like merchants venture trade abroad,

Others like soldiers armèd in their stings

Make boot upon (capture) the summer’s velvet buds,

Which pillage they, with merry march, bring home

To the tent royal of their emperor,

Who, busied in his majesty, surveys

The singing masons building roofs of gold (honeycombs),

The civil citizens kneading up the honey,

The poor mechanic porters (workers bringing in nectar) crowding in

Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate,

The sad-eyed justice with his surly hum

Delivering o'er to executors pale

The lazy yawning drone. I this infer:

That many things, having full reference

To one consent, may work contrariously,

As many arrows loosèd several ways

Come to one mark, as many ways (roads) meet in one town,

As many fresh streams meet in one salt sea,

As many lines close in the [sun]dial’s center,

So may a thousand actions, once afoot,

End in one purpose and be all well borne

Without defeat. Therefore, to France, my liege!

Divide your happy England into four,

Whereof take you one quarter into France,

And you withal (so doing) shall make all Gallia shake.

If we, with thrice such powers left at home,

Cannot defend our own doors from the dog,

Let us be worried (torn to pieces) and our nation lose

The name of hardiness and policy (statesmanship).

 

KING HENRY

Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin (French heir).

Exeunt some attendants

Now are we well resolved, and, by God’s help

And yours, the noble sinews of our power,

France being ours, we’ll bend it to our awe
(force France to be in awe of us)

Or break it all to pieces, or there we’ll sit,

Ruling in large and ample empery (imperial power)

O'er France and all her almost kingly dukedoms

Or lay these bones (Henry’s bones) in an unworthy urn,

Tombless, with no remembrance over them.

Either our history shall with full mouth

Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave,

Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth,
(Turkish mute=servant with tongue cut out to keep him from revealing secrets)

Not worshipped with a waxen epitaph.
(waxen – easily effaced)

Enter AMBASSADORS of France, with attendants

Now are we well prepared to know the pleasure

Of our fair cousin Dauphin, for we hear

Your greeting is from him, not from the king.

 

AMBASSADOR

May ’t please your Majesty to give us leave

Freely to render what we have in charge (been charged with),

Or shall we sparingly show you far off (in general terms)

The Dauphin’s meaning and our embassy (message)?

 

KING HENRY

We are no tyrant, but a Christian king (king of Christ),

Unto whose grace our passion is as subject

As is [that of] our wretches fettered in our prisons.

Therefore, with frank and with uncurbèd plainness

Tell us the Dauphin’s mind.

 

AMBASSADOR

Thus, then, in few [words]:

Your Highness, lately sending into France,

Did claim some certain dukedoms in the right

Of your great predecessor, King Edward the Third,

In answer of which claim, the prince our master

Says that you savor (relish) too much of your youth

And bids you be advised there’s naught in France

That can be with a nimble galliard (dance) won.

You cannot revel into dukedoms there.

He therefore sends you, meeter (more suitable) for your spirit,

This tun (cask) of treasure, and, in lieu of this,

Desires you let the dukedoms that you claim

Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin speaks.

 

KING HENRY

What treasure, uncle?

 

EXETER

Tennis balls, my liege.

 

KING HENRY

We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant (merry) with us.

His present (gift) and your pains we thank you for.

When we have matched our rackets to these balls,

We will in France, by God’s grace, play a set

[that] Shall strike his father’s crown into the hazard.
hazard=unplayable opening in a royal tennis court

Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler
wrangler=adversary

That all the courts of France will be disturbed
courts=tennis courts and, also, royal courts

With chases. And we understand him well,
chases=double bounce=unsuccessful return

How he comes o'er us with our wilder days,
how he comes=how he affects superiority

Not measuring what use we made of them.

We never valued this poor seat (throne) of England

And, therefore, living hence, did give ourself
living hence=not frequenting the royal court

To barbarous license, as ’tis ever common

That men are merriest when they are [away] from home.

But tell the Dauphin I will keep my state,
keep my state=maintain my royal status

Be like a king, and show my sail of greatness

When I do rouse me in (mount to) my throne of France,

For that (the throne of France) I have laid by my majesty

And plodded like a man [ready] for working days,

But I will rise there with so full a glory

That I will dazzle all the eyes of France,

Yea, [I will] strike the Dauphin blind to look on us.

And tell the pleasant (jocular) prince this mock of his

Hath turned his balls to gun-stones (cannon balls), and his soul

Shall stand sore charged (blamed) for the wasteful vengeance

That shall fly with them, for many a thousand widows
widows – they will become widows

Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands,

Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down,

And some are yet ungotten and unborn
ungotten=not yet begotten

That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin’s scorn.

But this lies all within the will of God,

To whom I do appeal and in whose name

Tell you (tell) the Dauphin I am coming on

To venge me as I may and to put forth

My rightful hand in a well-hallowed cause.

So get you hence in peace. And tell the Dauphin

His jest will savor but of shallow wit

When thousands weep more than did laugh at it.
(when thousands more weep)

—Convey (escort) them with safe conduct.—Fare you well.

Exeunt AMBASSADORS with attendants

 

EXETER

This was a merry (humorous) message.

 

KING HENRY

We hope to make the sender blush at it.

Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour

That may give furth'rance to our expedition,

For we have now no thought in us but France,

Save those to God that run before our business.
(except for the prayers to God preceding our business)

Therefore, let our proportions for these wars
proportions=military supplies and forces

Be soon collected and all things thought upon

That may with reasonable swiftness add

More feathers to our wings, for, God before,

We’ll chide this Dauphin at his father’s door.

Therefore, let every man now task his thought (pray)

That this fair action may on foot (actively) be brought.

Flourish

Exeunt


 

 

Act 2

Prologue

 

Enter CHORUS

 

CHORUS

Now all the youth of England are on fire,

And silken dalliance in the wardrobe (closet) lies.

Now thrive the armorers, and honor’s thought
honor’s thought=thought of honor

Reigns solely (alone) in the breast of every man.

They sell the pasture now to buy the horse,
(they have bought the horse, but they have sold the means of feeding it (the pasture))

Following the mirror (stereotype) of all Christian kings

With wingèd heels, as English Mercurys.

For now sits Expectation in the air

And hides a sword, from hilts unto the point,

With crowns imperial, crowns and coronets (plunder)

Promised to Harry and his followers.

The French, advised by good intelligence

Of this most dreadful preparation,

Shake in their fear and with pale policy

Seek to divert the English purposes.

O, England, model to thy inward greatness,

Like little body with a mighty heart,

What might’st thou do, that honor would [have] thee do,

Were all thy children kind and natural!

But, see, thy fault France hath in thee found out,

A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills

With treacherous crowns, and three corrupted men—
treacherous crowns=coins (crowns) given as bribes

One, Richard, Earl of Cambridge, and the second,

Henry, Lord Scroop of Masham, and the third,

Sir Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland—

Have, for the gilt of France (Oh, guilt indeed!),

Confirmed conspiracy with fearful France,

And by their hands this grace of kings must die,

If hell and treason hold their promises,

Ere he take ship for France, and in (from) Southampton.

Linger your patience on, and we’ll digest

Th' abuse of distance, force a play.
digest the abuse of distance=take care of the violation of the unity of place
force a play=cram many events into a play’s time-frame

The sum is paid, the traitors are agreed,

The king is set from London, and the scene

Is now transported, gentles, to Southampton.

There is the playhouse now, there must you sit,

And thence to France shall we convey you safe

And bring you back, charming the narrow seas

To give you gentle pass, for, if we may,

We’ll not offend one stomach [by making you seasick on the English Channel] with our play,

But, till the king come forth and not till then,

Unto Southampton do we shift our scene.
(we shift our scene to Southampton only after the king comes forth)

Exit


 

Act 2. Scene 1. London. A street

 

Enter Corporal NYM and Lieutenant BARDOLPH

 

BARDOLPH

Well met, Corporal Nym.

 

NYM

Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph.

 

BARDOLPH

What, are Ancient (Ensign) Pistol and you friends yet (still)?

 

NYM

For my part, I care not. I say little, but when time shall serve, there shall be smiles, but that shall be as it may. I dare not fight, but I will wink (close both eyes) and hold out mine iron (sword). It is a simple one, but what though? It will toast cheese, and it will endure cold as another man’s sword will, and there’s an end.

 

BARDOLPH

I will bestow (treat you to) a breakfast to make you friends [with Ancient Pistol], and we’ll be all three sworn brothers (comrades that share and share alike) [on our way] to France. Let ’t be so, good Corporal Nym.

 

NYM

Faith, I will live so long as I may, that’s the certain of it. And when I cannot live any longer, I will do as I may. That is my rest (my last bet in this game). That is the rendezvous of it.
“He that cannot do as he would must do as he may.”
rendezvous – Nym likes to throw words about

 

BARDOLPH

It is certain, corporal, that he is married to Nell Quickly, and certainly she did you wrong, for you were troth-plight (engaged) to her.

 

NYM

I cannot tell. Things must be as they may. Men may sleep, and they may have their throats about them at that time, and some say knives have edges. It must be as it may. Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod. There must be conclusions (the end must come sometime). Well, I cannot tell (it’s not for me to say).

Enter PISTOL and HOSTESS

 

BARDOLPH

Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife. Good corporal, be patient here.—How now, mine host Pistol?

 

PISTOL

Base tyke (cur), call’st thou me host?

Now, by this hand, I swear, I scorn the term,

Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.

HOSTESS

No, by my troth, not long (we can’t keep lodgers for long), for we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen that live honestly by the prick of their needles but it will be thought we keep a bawdy house straight.

NYM and PISTOL draw

Oh, well-a-day, Lady (Virgin Mary)! If he be not hewn (struck down) now, we shall see willful adultery and murder committed.
adultery – maybe she means assaultery (assault and battery)

 

BARDOLPH

Good lieutenant, good corporal, offer nothing here.

 

NYM

Pish!

 

PISTOL

Pish for thee, Iceland dog (a long-haired dog),

Thou prick-eared cur of Iceland!

 

HOSTESS

Good Corporal Nym, show thy valor (forbearance) and put up your sword.

 

NYM

Will you shog off (move along)? (to PISTOL) I would have you solus.
(Not knowing its meaning, Pistol takes “solus” as an insult)

 

PISTOL

“Solus,” egregious dog? O viper vile,

The solus in thy most marvelous face,

The solus in thy teeth and in thy throat

And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw (stomach), perdy (par Dieu),

And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth!

I do retort the solus in thy bowels,

For I can take, and Pistol’s cock is up,
(his trigger is cocked)

And flashing fire will follow.

 

NYM

I am not Barbason (a demon); you cannot conjure me (influence me as if by magic). I have an humor (mood) to knock you indifferently (fairly) well. If you grow foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my rapier, as I may, in fair terms (fairly). If you would walk off, I would prick your guts a little in good terms, as I may, and that’s the humor of it (my mood).

 

PISTOL

O braggart vile and damnèd furious wight,
wight=person

The grave doth gape, and doting death is near.

Therefore, exhale [your last breath].

 

BARDOLPH

Hear me, hear me what I say. He that strikes the first stroke, I’ll run him up to the hilts, as I am a soldier. (draws)

 

PISTOL

An oath of mickle (much) might, and [our] fury shall abate.

Give me thy fist (hand), thy forefoot (forepaw) to me give.

Thy spirits are most tall (valiant).

 

NYM

I will cut thy throat one time or other in fair terms, that is the humor of it (my inclination).

 

PISTOL

Couple à gorge (couper la gorge=cut the throat), that is the word. I defy thee again.

O hound of Crete (parallel to Iceland dog), think’st thou my spouse to get?

No, to the spital (hospital) go,

And from the powd'ring tub of infamy
(hot tub for curing venereal disease)

Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid’s kind,
lazar kite=diseased bird of prey
(Cressid is a depraved woman in literature)

Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse.

 

I have, and I will hold, the quondam (formerly) Quickly

For the only she (only worthwhile woman), and—pauca (few words)—there’s enough. Go to.

Enter the BOY

 

BOY

Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master (Falstaff), and your hostess [must come, too]. He is very sick and would to bed.—Good Bardolph, put thy face between his sheets and do the office of a warming-pan. Faith, he’s very ill.
(Elsewhere, Bardolph’s face is described as fiery red)

 

BARDOLPH

Away, you rogue!

 

HOSTESS

By my troth, he’ll yield the crow a pudding one of these days (the boy will be hung for crows to peck at). The king has killed his (Falstaff’s) heart. Good husband, come home presently (immediately).

Exeunt HOSTESS and BOY

 

BARDOLPH

Come, shall I make you two friends? We must to France together. Why the devil should we keep knives to cut one another’s throats?

 

PISTOL

Let floods o'erswell and fiends for food howl on!
(“let Evil have its way and make the Devil wait”)

 

NYM

You’ll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting?

 

PISTOL

Base is the slave that pays.
(“the poor man always pays” changed to mean “paying debts is for peasants”)

 

NYM

That now I will have (I’ll take it from you now)—that’s the humor of it.

 

PISTOL

As manhood shall compound (determine). Push home [with your sword].

They draw

 

BARDOLPH

By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I’ll kill him. By this sword, I will.

 

PISTOL

“Sword” is an oath, and oaths must have their course.
(he takes sword to mean God’s word – ‘s word)

 

BARDOLPH

Corporal Nym, an (if) thou wilt be friends, be friends, an thou wilt not, why, then, be enemies with me, too. Prithee, put up [your sword].

 

NYM

Shall I have my eight shillings?

 

PISTOL

A noble (closer to six shillings) shalt thou have, and present pay (ready cash),

And liquor likewise will I give to thee,

And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood.

I’ll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me.
(a “nim” is a thief)

Is not this just? For I shall sutler be
sutler=seller of provisions to soldiers

Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.

Give me thy hand.

 

NYM

I shall have my noble?

 

PISTOL

In cash, most justly paid.

 

NYM

Well, then, that’s the humor of ’t.

Enter HOSTESS

 

HOSTESS

As ever you come of (are born of) women, come in quickly to Sir John [Falstaff]. Ah, poor heart, he is so shaked of a burning quotidian (daily) tertian (every third day) [fever] that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him.

 

NYM

The king hath run bad humors on (shown ill will toward) the knight (Falstaff), that’s the even (long and short) of it.

 

PISTOL

Nym, thou hast spoke the right (rightly).

His heart is fracted (broken) and corroborate (?).

 

NYM

The king is a good king, but it must be as it may. He passes (lets pass) some humors (moods) and careers.

 

PISTOL

Let us condole the knight (Falstaff), for, lambkins, we will live (survive him).

Exeunt


 

Act 2. Scene 2. Southampton. A Council Chamber

 

Enter EXETERBEDFORD, and WESTMORELAND

 

BEDFORD

'Fore God, his grace is bold to trust these traitors.

 

EXETER

They shall be apprehended by and by.

 

WESTMORELAND

How smooth and even they do bear themselves,

As if allegiance in their bosoms sat

Crownèd with faith and constant loyalty.

 

BEDFORD

The king hath note of all that they intend,

By interception which they dream not of.

 

EXETER

Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow (Lord Scroop),

Whom he hath dulled and cloyed (bored and overindulged) with gracious favors—

That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell

His sovereign’s life to death and treachery!

Trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRYSCROOP, CAMBRIDGEGREY, and attendants

 

KING HENRY

Now sits the wind fair, and we will aboard.

—My Lord of Cambridge and my kind Lord of Masham

And you, my gentle knight, give me your thoughts.

Think you not that the powers (forces) we bear with us

Will cut their passage through the force of France,

Doing the execution and the act

For which we have in head assembled them?
in head=as an army

 

SCROOP

No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best.

 

KING HENRY

I doubt not that, since we are well-persuaded

We carry not a heart with us from hence

That grows not in a fair consent with ours,

Nor leave not one behind that doth not wish

Success and conquest to attend on us.

 

CAMBRIDGE

Never was monarch better feared and loved

Than is your Majesty. There’s not, I think, a subject

That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness
heart-grief and uneasiness=unhappiness

Under the sweet shade of your government.

 

GREY

True. Those that were your father’s enemies

Have steeped their galls in honey and do serve you
gall=bitter substance exuded by oak trees

With hearts create (composed) of duty and of zeal.

 

KING HENRY

We, therefore, have great cause of thankfulness

And shall forget the office (uses) of our hand
forget . . .  sooner=sooner forget

Sooner than quittance (reward) of desert (deserving) and merit

According to the weight and worthiness.

 

SCROOPx 

So service shall with steelèd sinews toil,

And labor shall refresh itself with hope

To do your Grace incessant services.

 

KING HENRY

We judge (expect) no less.—Uncle of Exeter,

Enlarge (set free) the man committed (imprisoned) yesterday

That railed against our person. We consider

It was excess of wine that set him on,

And on his more advice we pardon him.
more advice=more self-reflection

 

SCROOP

That’s mercy, but too much security (overconfidence).

Let him be punished, sovereign, lest example

Breed, by his sufferance (pardoning him), more of such a kind.

 

KING HENRY

Oh, let us yet be merciful.

 

CAMBRIDGE

So may Your Highness and yet punish, too.

 

GREY

Sir, you show great mercy if you give him life

After the taste of much correction.

 

KING HENRY

Alas, your too much love and care of me

Are heavy orisons (pleas) 'gainst this poor wretch.

If little faults proceeding on distemper

Shall not be winked at, how shall we stretch our eye

When capital crimes chewed, swallowed, and digested

Appear before us? We’ll yet enlarge that man,

Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey in their dear care

And tender preservation of our person

Would have him punished. And now to our French causes (affairs).

Who are the late commissioners?
late=recently appointed

 

CAMBRIDGE

I one, my lord.

Your Highness bade me ask for it (paper of certification) today.

 

SCROOP

So did you me, my liege.

 

GREY

And I, my royal sovereign.

 

KING HENRY (gives each of them a paper)

Then, Richard, Earl of Cambridge, there is yours.

There yours, Lord Scroop of Masham.

And, sir knight, Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours. 

Read them, and know I know your worthiness.

My Lord of Westmoreland and uncle Exeter,

We will aboard tonight.—Why, how now, gentlemen?

What see you in those papers that you lose

So much complexion (ruddiness)? Look you, how they change.

Their cheeks are paper. Why, what read you there

That have so cowarded and chased your blood

Out of appearance (drained blood from your face)?

 

CAMBRIDGE

I do confess my fault

And do submit me to Your Highness' mercy.

 

GREY, SCROOP

To which we all appeal.

 

KING HENRY

The mercy that was quick (alive) in us but late

By your own counsel is suppressed and killed.

You must not dare… for shame!... to talk of mercy,

For your own reasons turn into your bosoms,

As dogs upon their masters, worrying you (tearing at you).

—See you, my princes and my noble peers,

These English monsters. My Lord of Cambridge here,

You know how apt our love was to accord

To furnish him with all appurtenants (appurtenances)

Belonging to his honor, and this man

Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspired

And sworn unto the practices (plots) of France,

To kill us here in [South]Hampton, to the which

This knight (Grey), no less for bounty bound to us

Than Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn.—But Oh,

What shall I say to thee, Lord Scroop, thou cruel,

Ingrateful, savage, and inhuman creature?

Thou that didst bear the key of all my counsels,

That knew’st the very bottom of my soul,

That almost mightst have coined me into gold,

Wouldst thou have practiced on me (plotted against me) for thy use (profit)—

May (could) it be possible that foreign hire

Could out of thee extract one spark of evil

That might annoy my finger? 'Tis so strange

That, though the truth of it stands off as gross

As black and white, my eye will scarcely see it.

Treason and murder ever kept together

As two yoke-devils sworn to either’s purpose,
yoke-devils=devils yoked together

Working so grossly in a natural cause

That admiration did not whoop at them.
(
no cry of astonishment was raised)

But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in (added)
proportion=natural order

Wonder (astonishment that Scroop should be a murderer) to wait on treason and on murder,

And whatsoever cunning fiend it was

That wrought upon thee so preposterously (contrary to nature)

Hath got the voice (vote) in hell for excellence.

All other devils that suggest (instigate) by treasons

Do botch and bungle up damnation

With patches, colors, and with forms being fetched

From glist'ring (sparkling) semblances (imitations) of piety,

But he that tempered thee bade thee stand up,

Gave thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason

Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.

If that same demon, that hath gulled thee thus,
gulled=duped

Should with his lion gait walk the whole world,
(“the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about” – 1 Peter 5.8)

He might return to vasty Tartar back
Tartar=Tartarus, a Biblical name for Hell

And tell the legions [of devils], “I can never win

A soul so easy as that Englishman’s.”

Oh, how hast thou with jealousy infected

The sweetness of affiance (trust)! Show men dutiful?

Why, so didst thou. Seem they grave and learnèd?

Why, so didst thou. Come they of noble family?

Why, so didst thou. Seem they religious?

Why, so didst thou. Or are they spare in diet,

Free from gross passion or (either) of mirth (pleasure-seeking) or anger,

Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood (passion),

Garnished and decked (dressed) in modest complement,

Not working with the eye without the ear

And (but (except) in purged (purified) judgment) trusting neither?

Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem,
bolted=sifted, like flour

And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot

To mark the full-fraught-man-and-best endued

With some suspicion. I will weep for thee (I take it personally),

For this revolt of thine methinks is like

Another fall of man (himself in his earlier days?).—Their faults are open (obvious).

Arrest them to the answer (response) of the law,

And God acquit (avenge) them of their practices (plots).

 

EXETER

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of

Richard, Earl of Cambridge.

—I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of

Henry, Lord Scroop of Masham.

—I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of

Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland.

 

SCROOP

Our purposes God justly hath discovered,

And I repent my fault more than my death,

Which I beseech Your Highness to forgive,

Although my body pay the price of it.

 

CAMBRIDGE

For me, the gold of France did not seduce,

Although I did admit [to] it as a motive

The sooner to effect what I intended,

But God be thankèd for prevention,
(
pre-ven-ti-on)

Which I in sufferance (though suffering punishment) heartily will rejoice,

Beseeching God and you to pardon me.

 

KING HENRY

God quit (pardon) you in His mercy. Hear your sentence:

You have conspired against our royal person,

Joined with an enemy proclaimed and from his coffers

Received the golden earnest of our death,
golden earnest=partial payment

Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter,

His princes and his peers to servitude,

His subjects to oppression and contempt,

And his whole kingdom into desolation.

Touching our person, seek we no revenge,

But we our kingdom’s safety must so tender (watch over),

Whose ruin you have sought, that to her laws

We do deliver you. Get you, therefore, hence,

Poor miserable wretches, to your death,

The taste whereof God of His mercy give

You patience to endure and true repentance

Of all your dear (costly) offences.—Bear them hence.

Exeunt CAMBRIDGESCROOP, and GREY, guarded

Now, lords, for France, the enterprise whereof

Shall be to you as us, like (equally) glorious.

We doubt not of a fair and lucky war,

Since God so graciously hath brought to light

This dangerous treason lurking in our way

To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now

But [that] every rub (obstacle) is smoothèd on our way.

Then, forth, dear countrymen. Let us deliver

Our puissance into the hand of God,
puissance=force

Putting it straight in expedition (at once in action).

Cheerly to sea. The signs (ensigns, banners) of war advance.

No king of England if not king of France.

Exeunt


 

 

Act 2. Scene 3. London. Before a tavern

 

Enter PISTOLHOSTESSNYMBARDOLPH, and BOY

 

HOSTESS

Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines (town west of London).

 

PISTOL

No, for my manly heart doth earn (grieve).—Bardolph, be blithe (happy).— Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins (boasting spirit).—Boy, bristle thy courage up, for Falstaff, he is dead, and we must earn (grieve for him), therefore.

 

BARDOLPH

Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either in heaven or in hell.

 

HOSTESS

Nay, sure, he’s not in hell! He’s in Arthur’s bosom (Hostess is thinking of Abraham), if ever man went to Arthur’s bosom. He made a finer end (too good for hell to be a destination) and went away an (as if) it had been any christom (chrisom=prepared for christening) child. He [de]parted ev'n just (exactly) between twelve and one, ev'n at the turning o' th' tide (myth: deaths occurred at the turning of the tide), for, after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers’ ends, I knew there was but one way, for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and he told of green fields (Psalm 23). “How now, Sir John?” quoth I. “What, man, be o' good cheer!” So he cried out, “God, God, God!” three or four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him he should not think of God. I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So he bade me lay more clothes on his feet. I put my hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone. Then I felt to his knees, and so upward and upward, and all was as cold as any stone.
nose was as sharp . . .  – it appears that a stage direction has crept into Shakespeare’s text

 

NYM

They say he cried out of (against) sack (wine).

 

HOSTESS

Ay, that he did.

 

BARDOLPH

And of women.

 

HOSTESS

Nay, that he did not.

 

BOY

Yes, that he did and said they were devils incarnate.

 

HOSTESS

'A could never abide carnation (pink). 'Twas a color he never liked.

 

BOY

He said once the devil would have him about women.

 

HOSTESS

He did in some sort, indeed, handle (discuss) women, but, then, he was rheumatic (blunder for lunatic) and talked of the Whore of Babylon (Protestant name for the Roman Catholic Church).

 

BOY

Do you not remember he saw a flea stick upon Bardolph’s nose, and he said it was a black soul burning in hell?

 

BARDOLPH

Well, the fuel (liquor) is gone that maintained that fire. That’s all the riches I got in his service.
(
riches can refer to both wealth and redness)

NYM

Shall we shog (be off)? The King will be gone from Southampton.

 

PISTOL

Come, let’s away.—My love, give me thy lips.

Look to (look after) my chattels and my movables.

Let senses rule. The word is “pitch and pay (cash, no credit).”

Trust none, for oaths are straws, men’s faiths are
wafer-cakes (
fragile),

And Holdfast is the only dog, my duck.
“Brag is a good dog, but Holdfast is a better.”

Therefore, caveto (beware) be thy counselor.

Go, clear thy crystals (wipe away your tears).—Yoke-fellows in arms,

Let us to France, like horse-leeches, my boys,

To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck.

 

BOY

And that’s but unwholesome food, they say.

 

PISTOL

Touch her soft mouth, and march.

 

BARDOLPH

Farewell, hostess. (kissing her)

 

NYM

I cannot kiss, that is the humor of it. But adieu.

 

PISTOL

Let housewifery appear. Keep close [to home], I thee command.

 

HOSTESS

Farewell. Adieu.

Exeunt


 

Act 2. Scene 4. France. The King’s palace

 

Flourish. Enter the KING OF FRANCE, the DAUPHIN, the Dukes of Berri and Brittany, the CONSTABLE, and others

 

KING OF FRANCE

Thus comes the English with full power upon us,

And more than carefully it us concerns

To answer royally in our defenses.
(
prepare adequate defenses)

Therefore, the Dukes of Berri and of Brittany,

Of Brabant and of Orléans, shall make forth,

And you, Prince Dauphin, with all swift dispatch (completion of business),

To line (reinforce) and new-repair our towns of war (fortified towns)

With men of courage and with means defendant (weapons of defense).

For [the King of] England his approaches makes as fierce

As waters to the sucking of a gulf (whirlpool).

It fits us then to be as provident (prudent)

As fear may teach us out of late (recent) examples

Left by the fatal and neglected English (fatally underestimated)

Upon our fields.

 

DAUPHIN

My most redoubted (respected) father,

It is most meet (appropriate) we arm us 'gainst the foe,

For peace itself should not so dull a kingdom,

Though war nor no known quarrel were in question,

But that defenses, musters, preparations

Should be maintained, assembled, and collected,

As (as if) were a war in expectation.

Therefore, I say ’tis meet we all go forth

To view the sick and feeble parts of France,
And let us do it with no show of fear,
No, with no more than if we heard that England
Were busied with a Whitsun (
several Sundays after Easter) morris-dance,
For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd,
Her sceptre so fantastically borne
By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous (
capricious) youth,
That fear attends her not.

 

CONSTABLE

Oh, peace, Prince Dauphin!

You are too much mistaken in this king.

Question your Grace the late (recent) ambassadors

With what great state (dignity) he heard their embassy (message),

How well supplied with noble counselors,

How modest in [taking] exception, and withal (in addition)

How terrible (awesome) in constant (unswerving) resolution,

And you shall find his vanities forespent (former follies)

Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus (early Roman consul, who pretended to be stupid),

Covering discretion with a coat of folly,

As gardeners do with ordure (manure) hide those roots

That shall first spring and be most delicate.

 

DAUPHIN

Well, ’tis not so, my Lord High Constable.

But though we think it so (we disagree), it is no matter.

In cases of defense ’tis best to weigh

The enemy more mighty than he seems,

So the proportions of defense (gaps) are filled,

Which [defense] of (in) a weak or niggardly projection (plan)

Doth [make us] like a miser [tailor], spoil (who spoils) his coat [that he is making] with (by) scanting

A little cloth.

 

KING OF FRANCE

Think we King Harry strong,

And, princes, look you strongly arm to meet him.

The kindred of him hath been fleshed upon us,

And he is bred out of that bloody strain

That haunted us in our familiar (familial) paths (on our home ground).

Witness our too-much-memorable shame

When Crecy battle fatally was struck (signaled to begin)

And all our princes captived (made captive) by the hand

Of that black name, Edward, Black Prince of Wales,

Whiles that his mountain sire (father raised in mountainous Wales), on mountain standing

Up in the air, crowned with the golden sun,

Saw his heroical seed (son) and smiled to see him

Mangle the work of nature (French youth) and deface

The patterns (French types) that by God and by French fathers

Had twenty years [before] been made. This is a stem

Of that victorious stock, and let us fear

The native mightiness and fate of him.

Enter a MESSENGER

 

MESSENGER

Ambassadors from Harry, King of England,

Do crave admittance to your Majesty.

 

KING OF FRANCE

We’ll give them present (immediate) audience. Go, and bring them.

Exit MESSENGER

You see this chase is hotly followed [by Henry], friends.

DAUPHIN

Turn head (make a stand) and stop pursuit, for coward dogs

Most spend their mouths (bark the loudest) when what they seem to threaten

Runs far before them. Good my sovereign,

Take up the English short (quickly dispose of the English), and let them know

Of what a monarchy you are the head.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin

As self-neglecting.

Enter EXETER and train, and lords

 

KING OF FRANCE

From our brother England?

 

EXETER

From him, and thus he greets your Majesty:

He wills you, in the name of God Almighty,

That you divest yourself and lay apart

The borrowed (on loan, only) glories that, by gift of heaven,

By law of nature and of nations, 'longs

To him and to his heirs—namely, the crown

And all wide-stretchèd (reaching over a broad span) honors that pertain

By custom and the ordinance of times (ancient law)

Unto the crown of France. That you may know

'Tis no sinister (illegitimate) nor no awkward (indirect) claim

Picked from the wormholes of long-vanished days,

Nor from the dust of old oblivion raked,

He sends you this most memorable line (genealogical table),

In every branch truly demonstrative,

Willing you overlook this pedigree,
(
desiring that you look over this pedigree)

And when you find him evenly derived (truly descended)

From his most famed of famous ancestors,

Edward the Third, he bids you then resign

Your crown and kingdom, indirectly (illegally) held

From him, the native and true challenger.

 

KING OF FRANCE

Or else what follows?

 

EXETER

Bloody constraint, for, if you hide the crown

Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it.

Therefore, in fierce tempest is he coming,

In thunder and in earthquake like a Jove,

That, if requiring fail, he will compel

And bids you, in the bowels (compassion) of the Lord,

Deliver up the crown and to take mercy

On the poor souls for whom this hungry war

Opens his vasty jaws, and on your head

Turning the widows' tears, the orphans' cries,

The dead men’s blood, the pining maidens' groans,

For husbands, fathers, and betrothèd lovers

That shall be swallowed in this controversy.

This is his claim, his threat'ning, and my message—

Unless the Dauphin be in presence here,

To whom expressly I bring greeting, too.

 

KING OF FRANCE

For us, we will consider of this further.

Tomorrow shall you bear our full intent

Back to our brother England.

 

DAUPHIN

For the Dauphin,

I stand here for him (in his place). What to him from England?

 

EXETER

Scorn and defiance, slight regard, contempt,

And anything that may not misbecome

The mighty sender, doth he prize you at.

Thus says my king: an if (if) your father’s Highness

Do not, in grant of all demands at large (in full),

Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his Majesty,

He’ll call you to so hot an answer of it

That caves and womb-y (womb-like) vaultages (caverns) of France

Shall chide your trespass and return your mock

In second accent (echo) of his ordinance (artillery).

 

DAUPHIN

Say, if my father render fair return (conciliatory response OR return tennis ball in a tennis match),

It is against my will, for I desire

Nothing but odds with England. To that end,

As matching to his (Henry’s) youth and vanity (frivolity),

I did present him with the Paris balls.
Paris balls=game of tennis, imported to England from France

 

EXETER

He’ll make your Paris Louvre (pun on lover) shake for it,

Were it (as if it were) the mistress (principal) court of mighty Europe,

And be assured you’ll find a difference,

As we his subjects have in wonder found,

Between the promise of his greener days

And these he masters now. Now he weighs time

Even to the utmost grain. That you shall read

In your own losses, if he stay in France.

 

KING OF FRANCE

Tomorrow shall you know our mind at full.

 

EXETER

Dispatch us with all speed, lest that our king

Come here himself to question our delay,

For he is footed in this land already.

 

KING OF FRANCE

You shall be soon dispatched with fair conditions.

A night is but small breath and little pause

To answer matters of this consequence.

Flourish

Exeunt


 

Act 3

Prologue

 

CHORUS

Thus, with imagined wing (wing of imagination) our swift scene flies

In motion of no less celerity (speed)

Than that of thought. Suppose that you have seen

The well-appointed (well-equipped) king at Hampton pier

Embark his royalty, and his brave fleet [moves]
embark his royalty=set sail in full royal regalia

With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning.
Phoebus fanning=fanning the sun

Play with your fancies and in them behold,

Upon the hempen tackle (rigging made of hemp), shipboys climbing.

Hear the shrill whistle, which doth order give

To sounds confused. Behold the threaden sails,
threaden sails=sails woven of thread

Borne with (driven by) th' invisible and creeping wind,
creeping=moving on all fours

Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea,
furrowed sea=sea in furrows, like farm land

Breasting the lofty surge (swell of the sea). Oh, do but think

You stand upon the rivage (shore) and behold

A city on th' inconstant billows (surges) dancing,

For so appears this fleet majestical

Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow!

Grapple your minds to sternage (the sterns) of this navy

And leave your England, as dead midnight still,

(as still as dead midnight)

Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old women,

Either past or not arrived to pith and puissance (strength and power),

For who is he, whose chin is but enriched

With one appearing hair, that will not follow

These culled (picked over) and choice-drawn (carefully selected) cavaliers to France?

Work, work your thoughts, and therein see a siege.

Behold the ordnance (cannons) on their carriages,

With fatal (deadly) mouths gaping on girded (encircled) Harfleur.

Suppose th' Ambassador from the French comes back,
(
comes back from the French)

Tells Harry that the king doth offer him

Katharine, his daughter, and with her, to (as) dowry,

Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms.

The offer [he] likes not, and the nimble gunner

With linstock now the devilish cannon touches,
linstock=stick to hold the gunner’s match

Alarum, and chambers go off

And down goes all before them. Still (always) be kind

And eke out (supplement) our performance with your mind.

Exit


 

Act 3. Scene 1. France. Before Harfleur

 

Alarum

Enter KING HENRYEXETERBEDFORD, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers, with scaling ladders

 

KING HENRY

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,

Or close the wall up with our English dead!

In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man

As modest stillness and humility,

But, when the blast of war blows in our ears,

Then imitate the action of the tiger:

Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,

Disguise fair nature with hard-favored (ugly) rage,

Then lend the eye a terrible aspect,

Let [it] pry through the portage of the head
portage=portholes (eye-sockets)

Like the brass cannon, let the brow o'erwhelm it

As fearfully as doth a galled (battered) rock

O'erhang and jutty (jut out over) his confounded (ruined) base,

Swilled (drenched) with the wild and wasteful ocean.

Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,

Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit

To his full height. On, on, you noblest English,

Whose blood is fet (derived) from fathers of war-proof (proved in battle),

Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
(
Alexander lamented that there were no more worlds for him to conquer)

Have in these parts from morn till even (evening) fought

And sheathed their swords for lack of argument (opposition).

Dishonor not your mothers. Now attest

That those whom you called fathers did beget you.

Be copy (an example) now to men of grosser blood,
of grosser blood=less noble

And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
yeoman=land-holding farmer

Whose limbs were made in England, show us here

The mettle of your pasture (vigor of your upbringing). Let us swear

That you are worth your breeding (worthy of your parentage), which I doubt not,

For there is none of you so mean and base
mean=of low social status

That hath not noble luster in your eyes.

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips (leashes designed for the animal’s easy release),

Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot.

Follow your spirit, and, upon this charge,
(
when you make this charge)

Cry, “God for Harry, England, and Saint George!”
Saint George=patron saint of England

Alarum, and chambers go off

Exeunt


 

Act 3. Scene 2. France. Before Harfleur

 

Enter NYMBARDOLPHPISTOL, and BOY

 

BARDOLPH

On, on, on, on, on! To the breach, to the breach!

 

NYM

Pray thee, corporal, stay. The knocks (thumping blows) are too hot, and, for mine own part, I have not a case of lives (he has only one life). The humor of it (the way it’s going) is too hot. That is the very plainsong (plain truth) of it.

 

PISTOL

“The plainsong” is most just, for humors (whims) do abound.

(sings)

   Knocks go and come. God’s vassals (loyal servants) drop and die,

   And sword and shield

   In bloody field

   Doth win immortal fame.

 

BOY

Would I were in an alehouse in London! I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety.

 

PISTOL

And I.

(sings)

   If wishes would prevail with me,

   My purpose should (would) not fail with me,

   But thither would I hie (hasten).

 

BOY

(sings)

   As duly,

   But not as truly,

   As bird doth sing on bough.

Enter FLUELLEN

 

FLUELLEN

Up to the breach, you dogs! Avaunt (get a move on), you cullions (It. coglioni=wretches)!

 

PISTOL

Be merciful, great duke, to men of mold (clay). Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage, abate thy rage, great duke. Good bawcock (beau coq=fine fellow), 'bate thy rage. Use lenity, sweet chuck.

 

NYM

These be good humors. Your Honor wins bad humors (makes everyone angry).

Exeunt all but BOY

 

BOY

As young as I am, I have observed these three swashers (boasters). I am boy to them all three, but all they three, though they would serve me (if they should serve me), could not be man to me, for, indeed, three such antics (buffoons) do not amount to a man. For Bardolph, he is white-livered (cowardly) and red-faced, by the means whereof he faces it out but fights not; for Pistol, he hath a killing tongue and a quiet sword, by the means whereof he breaks words and keeps whole weapons; for Nym, he hath heard that men of few words are the best men, and, therefore, he scorns to say his prayers lest he should be thought a coward, but his few bad words are matched with as few good deeds, for he never broke any man’s head but his own, and that was against a post when he was drunk. They will steal anything and call it purchase (thieves’ talk). Bardolph stole a lute case, bore it twelve leagues (3 miles/league=36 miles), and sold it for three halfpence. Nym and Bardolph are sworn brothers in filching (pilfering), and in Calais they stole a fire shovel. I knew by that piece of service (military service) the men would carry coals (put up with any affront). They would have me as familiar with men’s pockets as [with] their [own] gloves or their handkerchers, which makes much against (offends) my manhood if I should take from another’s pocket to put into mine, for it is plain pocketing up of wrongs. I must leave them and seek some better service. Their villainy goes against my weak stomach, and, therefore, I must cast it up (vomit it up).

Exit

Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER

 

GOWER

Captain Fluellen, you must come presently (immediately) to the mines (excavations). The Duke of Gloucester would speak with you.

 

FLUELLEN

To the mines? Tell you the duke it is not so good to come to the mines, for, look you, the mines is not according to the disciplines of the war. The concavities of it is not sufficient, for, look you, th' athversary (adversary), you may discuss unto the duke, look you, is digt (Welsh pronunciation of digged) himself four yard under the countermines. By Cheshu (Jesu - Fluellen’s Welsh dialect), I think he will plow (Fluellen’s pronunciation of blow) up all if there is not better directions.

 

GOWER

The Duke of Gloucester, to whom the order (command) of the siege is given, is altogether directed by an Irishman, a very valiant gentleman, i' faith.

 

FLUELLEN

It is Captain Macmorris, is it not?

 

GOWER

I think it be.

 

FLUELLEN

By Cheshu, he is an ass, as [much as any] in the world. I will verify as much in his beard (to his face). He has no more directions in the true disciplines of the wars (look you, of the Roman disciplines) than is a puppy dog.

Enter Captain MACMORRIS and Captain JAMY

 

GOWER

Here he comes, and the Scots captain, Captain Jamy, with him.

 

FLUELLEN [speaking in Welsh dialect]

Captain Jamy is a marvelous falorous (valorous) gentleman, that is certain, and of great expedition (erudition?) and knowledge in th' aunchient wars, upon my particular knowledge of his directions. By Cheshu, he will maintain his argument (style of opposition) as well as any military man in the world in the disciplines of the pristine (ancient) wars of the Romans.

 

JAMY

I say gudday, Captain Fluellen.

 

FLUELLEN

Godden (good e’en) to your Worship, good Captain James.

 

GOWER

How now, Captain Macmorris, have you quit the mines?

Have the pioneers given o'er?

 

MACMORRIS

By Chrish, la, ’tish ill done. The work ish give over. The trompet sound the retreat. By my hand I swear, and my father’s soul, the work ish ill done. It ish give over. I would have blowed up the town, so Chrish save me, la, in an hour. Oh, ’tish ill done, ’tish ill done, by my hand, ’tish ill done.

 

FLUELLEN

Captain Macmorris, I beseech you now, will you voutsafe (permit) me, look you, a few disputations with you as partly touching or concerning the disciplines of the war, the Roman wars? In the way of argument, look you, and friendly communication, partly to satisfy my opinion and partly for the satisfaction, look you, of my mind, as touching the direction of the military discipline, that is the point.

 

JAMY

It sall be vary gud, gud feith, gud captens bath, and I sall quit (answer) you with gud leve (with your permission), as I may pick occasion, that sall I, marry (by the Virgin Mary).

 

MACMORRIS

It is no time to discourse, so Chrish save me. The day is hot, and the weather and the wars and the king and the dukes. It is no time to discourse. The town is beseeched (besieged), and the trumpet call us to the breach, and we talk and, be Chrish, do nothing, ’tis shame for us all. So God sa' me, ’tis shame to stand still. It is shame, by my hand. And there is throats to be cut and works to be done, and there ish nothing done, so Chrish sa' me, la.

 

JAMY

By the mess (mass), ere theise eyes of mine take themselves to slomber, ay’ll de gud service, or I’ll lig i' th' grund for it, ay, or go to death. And I’ll pay ’t as valorously as I may, that sall I suerly do, that is the breff and the long. Marry, I wad full fain (would have willingly) heard some question (discussion) ’tween you tway (two).

 

FLUELLEN

Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, under your correction, there is not many of your nation—

 

MACMORRIS

Of my nation? What ish (about) my nation? [Anyone who talks against my nation] Ish a villain and a basterd and a knave and a rascal. What ish my nation? Who talks of my nation?

 

FLUELLEN

Look you, if you take the matter otherwise than is meant, Captain Macmorris, peradventure (likely) I shall think you do not use me with that affability as, in discretion, you ought to use me, look you, being as good a man as yourself, both in the disciplines of war and in the derivation of my birth and in other particularities.

 

MACMORRIS

I do not know you so good a man as myself. So Chrish save me, I will cut off your head.

 

GOWER

Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.

 

JAMY

Ah, that’s a foul fault.

A parley (request for a cease-fire) sounds

 

GOWER

The town sounds a parley.

 

FLUELLEN

Captain Macmorris, when there is more better opportunity to be required, look you, I will be so bold as to tell you I know the disciplines of war, and there is an end.

Exeunt


 

Act 3. Scene 3. France. Before the gates

 

Enter the GOVERNOR and some citizens on the walls. Enter KING HENRY and his train before the gates.

 

KING HENRY

How yet resolves the governor of the town?

This is the latest parle we will admit.
latest parle=last discussion

Therefore to our best mercy give yourselves

Or, like to men proud of destruction,

Defy us to [do] our worst. For, as I am a soldier,

A name that in my thoughts becomes me best,

If I begin the batt'ry once again,
battery=cannonade

I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur
half-achieved=half-conquered

Till in her ashes she lie burièd.

The gates of mercy shall be all shut up,

And the fleshed soldier, rough and hard of heart,
fleshed=made fierce by the taste of blood

In liberty of bloody hand shall range

With conscience wide as hell, mowing like grass

Your fresh fair virgins and your flow'ring infants.
flowering=flourishing

What is it then to me if impious war,

Arrayed in flames like to the prince of fiends,

Do with his smirched complexion all fell feats
fell=cruel

Enlinked to waste and desolation?

What is ’t to me, when you yourselves are cause,

If your pure maidens fall into the hand

Of hot and forcing violation?

What rein can hold licentious Wickedness

When down the hill he holds his fierce career?
holds=maintains
career=gallop

We may as bootless spend our vain command
bootless=fruitlessly

Upon th' enragèd soldiers in their spoil

As send precepts to the Leviathan
precepts=written instructions
Leviathan=whale

To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur,

Take pity of your town and of your people

Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command,

Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace

O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds

Of heady murder, spoil, and villainy.
heady=violent

If not, why, in a moment look to see

The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand

Desire the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters,

Your fathers taken by the silver beards

And their most reverend heads dashed to the walls,

Your naked infants spitted upon pikes

Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confused

Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry

At Herod’s bloody-hunting slaughtermen.
(
Herod ordered the slaughter of the young male children of Bethlehem)

What say you? Will you yield and this avoid

Or, guilty in defense, be thus destroyed?

 

GOVERNOR

Our expectation hath this day an end.

The Dauphin, whom of succors we entreated,
of succors=for help

Returns us that his powers are yet not ready

To raise so great a siege. Therefore, great King,

We yield our town and lives to thy soft mercy.

Enter our gates, dispose of us and ours,

For we no longer are defensible.

 

KING HENRY

Open your gates.

Exit GOVERNOR

Come, uncle Exeter,

Go you and enter Harfleur. There remain

And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French.

Use mercy to them all. [As] for us, dear uncle.

The winter coming on and sickness growing

Upon our soldiers, we will retire to Calais.

Tonight in Harfleur will we be your guest.

Tomorrow for the march are we addressed.

Flourish, and enter the town


 

Act 3. Scene 4. The French king’s palace

 

Enter KATHARINE and ALICE

 

KATHARINE

Alice, tu as été en Angleterre, et tu parles bien le langage.
(
Alice, you have been in England, and you speak the language well)

 

ALICE

Un peu, madame.
(
A little, madame)

 

KATHARINE

Je te prie, m'enseignez. Il faut que j'apprenne à parler.
(
Please, teach me. I must learn to speak)

Comment appelez-vous la main en anglais?
(
How do you say “the hand” in English?)

ALICE

La main? Elle est appelée “de hand.”

 

KATHARINE

“De hand.” Et les doigts (fingers)?

 

ALICE

Les doigts? Ma foi, j'oublie les doigts; mais je me souviendrai. Les doigts? Je pense qu'ils sont appelés “de fingres”; oui, “de fingres.”
(
Les doigts? My faith, I forget “les doigts,” but I will remember. Les doigts? I think that they are called “de fingers.” Yes, “de fingers.”)

 

KATHARINE

La main, “de hand”; les doigts, “de fingres.” Je pense que je suis le bon écolier (I think that I am a good student). J'ai gagné deux mots d'anglais vitement (I have won two English words quickly). Comment appelez-vous les ongles (fingernails)?

 

ALICE

Les ongles? Nous les appelons (we call them) “de nails.”

 

KATHARINE

“De nails.” Écoutez. Dites-moi si je parle bien (Listen. Tell me if I speak correctly): “de hand, de fingres, et (and) de nails.”

 

ALICE

C'est bien dit, madame. Il est fort bon anglais.
(
Well spoken, madame. It is very good English)

 

KATHARINE

Dites-moi l'anglais pour le bras.

 

ALICE

“De arme,” madame.

 

KATHARINE

Et le coude?

 

ALICE

“D'elbow.”

 

KATHARINE

“D'elbow.” Je m'en fais la répétition de tous les mots que vous m'avez appris dés à présent.
(
I am going to repeat all the words that you have taught me so far)

 

ALICE

Il est trop difficile, madame, comme je pense.
(
It is too difficult, Madame, I think)

 

KATHARINE

Excusez-moi, Alice. Écoutez: “de hand, de fingres, de nails, de arma, de bilbow.”

 

ALICE

“D'elbow,” madame.

 

KATHARINE

Ô Seigneur Dieu! Je m'en oublie; “d'elbow.” Comment appelez-vous le col?

 

ALICE

“De nick (neck),” madame.

 

KATHARINE

“De nick.” Et le menton?

 

ALICE

“De chin.”

 

KATHARINE

“De sin.” Le col, “de nick”; le menton, “de sin.”

 

ALICE

Oui. Sauf votre honneur, en vérité, vous prononcez les mots aussi droit que les natifs d'Angleterre.
(
If I may say so, truly, you pronounce the words as well as the native English)

 

KATHARINE

Je ne doute point d'apprendre, par la grâce de Dieu, et en peu de temps.
(
I don’t doubt that I can learn, by the grace of God, in a short time)

 

ALICE

N'avez vous pas déjà oublié ce que je vous ai enseigné?
(
Haven’t you already forgotten what I have taught you?)

 

KATHARINE

Non, je réciterai à vous promptement: “de hand, de fingre, de nails—”
(
No, I shall recite it to you at once)

 

ALICE

“De nails,” madame.

 

KATHARINE

“De nails, de arme, de ilbow.”

 

ALICE

Sauf votre honneur, “d'elbow.”

 

KATHARINE

Ainsi dis-je (that’s what I said): “d'elbow, de nick, et de sin.” Comment appelez-vous le pied et la robe?

 

ALICE

“Le foot (foot – sounds to Katharine like foutre - fornicate),” madame, et “le count (gown – sounds to Katharine like cunt).”

 

KATHARINE

“Le foot” et “de count.” Ô Seigneur Dieu! Ils sont mots de son mauvais, corruptible, gros, et impudique, et non pour les dames d'honneur d'user. Je ne voudrais prononcer ces mots devant les seigneurs de France pour tout le monde. (Lord God! Those are bad words, wicked, coarse, and immodest and not proper for well-bred ladies to use. I wouldn’t utter those words before French gentlemen for all the world) Foh! “Le foot” et “le count”! Néanmoins, je réciterai une autre fois ma leçon ensemble (Nevertheless, I will recite my lesson once more): “d' hand, de fingre, de nails, d' arme, d'elbow, de nick, de sin, de foot, le count.”

ALICE

Excellent, madame!

 

KATHARINE

C'est assez pour une fois (enough for one time). Allons-nous à diner (let’s go to dinner).

Exeunt


 

Act 3. Scene 5. The French king’s palace

 

Enter the KING OF FRANCE, the DAUPHIN, the Duke of BOURBON, the CONSTABLE of France, and others

 

KING OF FRANCE

'Tis certain he hath passed the river Somme.

 

CONSTABLE

An if he be not fought withal, my lord,
(
if he be not opposed, moreover)

Let us not live in France. Let us quit all

And give our vineyards to a barbarous people.

 

DAUPHIN

Ô Dieu vivant, shall a few sprays of us,
sprays=offshoots

The emptying of our fathers' luxury,
emptying of=spending
luxury=lust

Our scions, put in wild and savage stock,
(
French grafted onto English stock)

Spurt up so suddenly into the clouds
(
grow so suddenly tall, such as King Henry)

And overlook their grafters?
look down on those from whom they were transplanted
grafters=those who mixed French stock with English

 

BOURBON

Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards!

Mort de ma vie (I hope to die), if they march along

Unfought withal, but [if they do] I will sell my dukedom

To buy a slobb'ry and a dirty farm

In that nook-shotten isle of Albion.
nook-shotten=crookedly shaped
Albion=England, Scotland, and Wales

 

CONSTABLE

Dieu de batailles (god of battles), where have they this mettle (spirit)?

Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull,

On whom, as in despite (contempt), the sun looks pale,

Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden water (ale),

A drench for sur-reined jades (a drink for overworked horses), their barley broth,

Decoct (warm) their cold blood to such valiant heat?

And shall our quick (lively) blood, spirited with wine,

Seem frosty? Oh, for honor of our land,

Let us not hang like roping icicles

Upon our houses' thatch whiles a more frosty people

Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields!

“Poor” we may call them in their native lords.
(
we call our fields poor because of the poor quality of their owners)

DAUPHIN

By faith and honor,

Our madams mock at us and plainly say

Our mettle is bred out and they will give

Their bodies to the lust of English youth

To new-store France with bastard warriors.

 

BOURBON

And [madams] teach lavoltas high and swift corantos,
lavoltas . . corantos=dances

Saying our grace is only in our heels

And that we are most lofty (noble, leaping) runaways (a dance step, cowards).

They bid us to the English dancing schools.

 

KING OF FRANCE

Where is Montjoy, the herald? Speed him hence.

Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.

Up, princes, and, with spirit of honor edged

More sharper than your swords, hie to the field.

Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France,

You dukes of Orléans, Bourbon, and of Berri,

Alençon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy,

Jacques Chatillon, Rambures, Vaudemont,

Beaumont, Grandpré, Roussi, and Faulconbridge,

Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois,

High dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and knights,

For (in the name of) your great seats now quit you of great shames.

Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land

With pennons (banners) painted in the blood of Harfleur.

Rush on his host (army), as doth the melted snow

Upon the valleys, whose low vassal (subordinate) seat

The Alps doth spit and void his rheum (nasal discharge) upon.

Go down upon him—you have power enough—

And in a captive chariot into Rouen

Bring him our prisoner.

 

CONSTABLE

This becomes the great (befits greatness)!

Sorry am I his numbers are so few,

His soldiers sick and famished in their march,

For, I am sure, when he shall see our army

He’ll drop his heart into the sink of fear

And for achievement (in place of victory) offer us his ransom.

 

KING OF FRANCE

Therefore, Lord Constable, haste on (prod) Montjoy

And let him say to England that we send

To know what willing ransom he will give.

—Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Rouen.

 

DAUPHIN

Not so, I do beseech your Majesty.

 

KING OF FRANCE

Be patient, for you shall remain with us.

—Now forth, Lord Constable and princes all,

And quickly bring us word of England’s fall.

Exeunt


 

Act 3. Scene 6. The English camp in Picardy

 

Enter GOWER and FLUELLEN, meeting

 

GOWER

How now, Captain Fluellen? Come you from the bridge?

 

FLUELLEN

I assure you, there is very excellent services (action) committed at the pridge (Fluellen’s pronunciation).

 

GOWER

Is the duke of Exeter safe?

 

FLUELLEN

The duke of Exeter is as magnanimous (great souled) as Agamemnon (Grecian leader of the Trojan war) and a man that I love and honor with my soul and my heart and my duty and my life and my living and my uttermost power. He is not, God be praised and blessed, any hurt in the world but keeps the pridge most valiantly, with excellent discipline. There is an aunchient (a military rank) lieutenant there at the pridge. I think in my very conscience he is as valiant a man as Mark Antony, and he is a man of no estimation (fame) in the world, but I did see him do as gallant service.

 

GOWER

What do you call him?

 

FLUELLEN

He is called Aunchient Pistol.

 

GOWER

I know him not.

Enter PISTOL

 

FLUELLEN

Here is the man.

 

PISTOL

Captain, I thee beseech to do me favors.

The duke of Exeter doth love thee well.

 

FLUELLEN

Ay, I praise God, and I have merited some love at his hands.

 

PISTOL

Bardolph, a soldier firm and sound of heart

And of buxom valor, hath, by cruel Fate

And giddy Fortune’s furious fickle wheel,

That goddess blind

That stands upon the rolling restless stone—

 

FLUELLEN

By your patience, Aunchient Pistol, Fortune is painted blind with a muffler afore her eyes to signify to you that Fortune is blind, and she is painted, also, with a wheel to signify to you, which is the moral of it, that she is turning and inconstant and [notable for] mutability and variation, and her foot, look you, is fixed upon a spherical stone, which rolls and rolls and rolls. In good truth, the poet makes a most excellent description of it. Fortune is an excellent moral.

 

PISTOL

Fortune is Bardolph’s foe and frowns on him,

For he hath stolen a pax (a picture of the crucifixion) and hangèd must he be.
(
Henry had warned soldiers against stealing from churches)

A damnèd death!

Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free,

And let not hemp his windpipe suffocate.

But Exeter hath given the doom of death

For pax of little price.

Therefore, go speak—the Duke will hear thy voice—

And let not Bardolph’s vital thread be cut

With edge of penny cord and vile reproach.

Speak, Captain, for his life, and I will thee requite (repay).

 

FLUELLEN

Aunchient Pistol, I do partly understand your meaning.

 

PISTOL

Why then, rejoice, therefore.

 

FLUELLEN

Certainly, aunchient, it is not a thing to rejoice at, for if, look you, he were my brother, I would desire the duke to use his good pleasure and put him to execution, for discipline ought to be used.

 

PISTOL

Die and be damned, and figo (a contemptuous gesture with the thumb) for thy friendship!

 

FLUELLEN

It is well.

 

PISTOL

The fig of Spain (more insulting even than figo)!

Exit

 

FLUELLEN

Very good.

 

GOWER

Why, this is an arrant (out-and-out) counterfeit rascal. I remember him now, a bawd (pimp), a cutpurse (pickpocket).

 

FLUELLEN

I’ll assure you, he uttered as prave words at the pridge as you shall see in a summer’s day. But it is very well; what he has spoke to me, that is well, I warrant you, when time is serve (when the time comes).

 

GOWER

Why, ’tis a gull (simpleton), a fool, a rogue, that, now and then, goes to the wars to grace himself at his return into London under the form of a soldier. And such fellows are perfect in (can recite perfectly) the great commanders' names, and they will learn (teach) you by rote where services were done—at such and such a sconce (part of a fortification), at such a breach, at such a convoy, who came off bravely, who was shot, who disgraced, what terms the enemy stood on, and this they con (memorize) perfectly in the phrase of war, which they trick up with new-tuned oaths, and what a beard of the general’s cut and a horrid suit of the camp will do among foaming bottles and ale-washed wits is wonderful to be thought on, but you must learn to know such slanders (those involved in scandals) of the age, or else you may be marvelously mistook.

 

FLUELLEN

I tell you what, Captain Gower. I do perceive he is not the man that he would gladly make show to the world he is. If I find a hole in his coat, I will tell him my mind.

Drum and colors (flagbearer). Enter KING HENRY, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers

Hark you, the king is coming, and I must speak with him [with news] from the pridge.—God pless your Majesty.

 

KING HENRY

How now, Fluellen, cam’st thou from the bridge?

 

FLUELLEN

Ay, so please your Majesty. The duke of Exeter has very gallantly maintained the pridge. The French is gone off, look you, and there is gallant and most prave passages (deeds). Marry, th' athversary was (did) have possession of the pridge, but he is enforced to retire, and the Duke of Exeter is master of the pridge. I can tell your Majesty, the duke is a prave man.

 

KING HENRY

What men have you lost, Fluellen?

 

FLUELLEN

The perdition (losses) of th' athversary hath been very great, reasonable great. Marry, for my part, I think the duke hath lost never a man but one that is like (likely) to be executed for robbing a church, one Bardolph, if your Majesty know the man. His face is all bubukles (carbuncles) and whelks (pimples) and knobs and flames o' fire, and his lips blows at his nose, and it is like a coal of fire, sometimes plue and sometimes red, but his nose is executed (slit preparatory to his hanging), and his (its) fire’s out.

 

KING HENRY

We would have all such offenders so cut off (put to death), and we give express charge that in our marches through the country there be nothing compelled (exacted) from the villages, nothing taken but paid for, none of the French upbraided or abused in disdainful language, for, when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.

Tucket (trumpet). Enter MONTJOY

 

MONTJOY

You know me by my habit (clothing).

 

KING HENRY

Well, then, I know thee. What shall I know of thee?

 

MONTJOY

My master’s mind.

 

KING HENRY

Unfold it.

 

MONTJOY

Thus says my king, “Say thou to Harry of England, though we seemed dead, we did but sleep. Advantage is a better soldier than rashness. Tell him we could have rebuked him at Harfleur but that we thought not good to bruise an injury (squeeze an abscess) till it were full ripe. Now we speak upon our cue, and our voice is imperial. England (King Henry) shall repent his folly, see his weakness, and admire our sufferance. Bid him, therefore, consider of his ransom, which must proportion the losses we have borne, the subjects we have lost, the disgrace we have digested, which, in weight (kind) to re-answer, his pettiness would bow under. For our losses, his exchequer is too poor; for th' effusion of our blood, the muster (total population) of his kingdom too faint a number; and for our disgrace, his own person, kneeling at our feet, but a weak and worthless satisfaction. To this, add defiance, and tell him, for conclusion, he hath betrayed his followers, whose condemnation is pronounced.” So far my king and master, so much my office.

 

KING HENRY

What is thy name? I know thy quality (status).

 

MONTJOY

Montjoy.

 

KING HENRY

Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee back,

And tell thy king I do not seek him now

But could be willing to march on to Calais

Without impeachment (impediment), for, to say the sooth,

Though ’tis no wisdom to confess so much

Unto an enemy of craft and vantage,

My people are with sickness much enfeebled,

My numbers lessened, and those few I have

Almost no better than so many French,

Who, when they were in health, I tell thee, herald,

I thought upon one pair of English legs

Did march three Frenchmen. Yet, forgive me, God,

That I do brag thus. This, your air of France,

Hath blown (brought into bloom) that vice in me. I must repent.

Go, therefore, tell thy master: here I am.

My ransom is this frail and worthless trunk (his body),

My army but a weak and sickly guard,

Yet, God before (leading us), tell him we will come on

Though France (the king of France) himself and such another neighbor

Stand in our way. There’s for thy labor, Montjoy.

Go bid thy master well advise himself (take careful thought):

If we may pass, we will; if we be hindered,

We shall your tawny ground with your red blood

Discolor, and so, Montjoy, fare you well.

The sum of all our answer is but this:

We would not seek a battle as we are,

Nor, as we are, we say we will not shun it.

So tell your master.

 

MONTJOY

I shall deliver so. Thanks to your Highness.

Exit

 

GLOUCESTER

I hope they will not come upon us now.

 

KING HENRY

We are in God’s hand, brother, not in theirs.

March to the bridge. It now draws toward night.

Beyond the river we’ll encamp ourselves

And on tomorrow bid them march away.

Exeunt


 

Act 3. Scene 7. The French camp near Agincourt

 

Enter the CONSTABLE of France, the Lord RAMBURESORLÉANSDAUPHIN, with others

 

CONSTABLE

Tut, I have the best armor of the world. Would it were day!

 

ORLÉANS

You have an excellent armor, but let my horse have his due.

 

CONSTABLE

It is the best horse of Europe.

 

ORLÉANS

Will it never be morning?

 

DAUPHIN

My lord of Orléans and my Lord High Constable, you talk of horse and armor?

 

ORLÉANS

You are as well provided of both as any prince in the world.

 

DAUPHIN

What a long night is this! I will not change my horse with any that treads but on four pasterns (part of a horse’s hoof). Çà ha (what a horse!). He bounds from the earth, as if his entrails were hairs (like a tennis ball, which was stuffed with hair), le cheval Volant (the flying horse), the Pegasus (the winged horse ridden by Perseus), qui a (which has) les narines (the nostrils) de feu (of fire). When I bestride him, I soar; I am a hawk; he trots the air. The earth sings when he touches it. The basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes (with his pipe Hermes lulled to sleep Argus, who had a hundred eyes).

 

ORLÉANS

He’s of the color of the nutmeg.

 

DAUPHIN

And of the heat of the ginger. It is a beast for Perseus. He is pure air and fire, and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him. He is, indeed, a horse, and all other jades (nags) you may call beasts.

 

CONSTABLE

Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and excellent horse.

 

DAUPHIN

It is the prince of palfreys (a riding horse as distinguished from a war horse). His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage.

 

ORLÉANS

No more, cousin.

 

DAUPHIN

Nay, the man hath no wit that cannot, from the rising of the lark to the lodging (lying down) of the lamb, vary deserved praise on my palfrey. It is a theme as fluent as the sea. Turn the sands into eloquent tongues, and my horse is argument (theme) for them all. 'Tis a subject for a sovereign to reason (discourse) on, and for a sovereign’s sovereign to ride on, and for the world, familiar to us and unknown, to lay apart (aside) their particular functions and wonder at him. I once writ a sonnet in his praise and began thus: “Wonder of nature—”

 

ORLÉANS

I have heard a sonnet begin so to one’s mistress.

 

DAUPHIN

Then did they imitate that which I composed to my courser, for my horse is my mistress.

 

ORLÉANS (double meanings follow)

Your mistress bears well.

 

DAUPHIN

Me well—which is the prescript (prescribed) praise and perfection of a good and particular mistress.

 

CONSTABLE

Nay, for methought yesterday your mistress shrewdly shook your back (gave you a bumpy ride).

 

DAUPHIN

So, perhaps, did yours.

 

CONSTABLE

Mine was not bridled (mine was not a horse).

 

DAUPHIN

Oh, then belike (likely) she was old and gentle, and you rode, like a kern (yokel) of Ireland, your French hose (wide breeches) off and in your straight strossers (barelegged).

 

CONSTABLE

You have good judgment in horsemanship (whoresmanship).

 

DAUPHIN

Be warned by me, then: they that ride so, and ride not warily, fall into foul bogs. I had rather have my horse to my mistress.

 

CONSTABLE

I had as lief (prefer to) have my mistress [as] a jade (horse or loose woman).

 

DAUPHIN

I tell thee, Constable, my mistress wears his own hair.

 

CONSTABLE

I could make as true a boast as that if I had a sow to (for) my mistress.

 

DAUPHIN

“Le chien est retourné à son propre vomissement, et la truie lavée au bourbier.” Thou mak’st use of anything (you’d take anything for a mistress).
(
the dog is returned to his own vomit and the washed sow to his own mud puddle – Peter 2:22)

 

CONSTABLE

Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress or any such proverb so little kin (akin) to the purpose.

 

RAMBURES

My Lord Constable, the armor that I saw in your tent tonight, are those stars or suns upon it?

 

CONSTABLE

Stars, my lord.

 

DAUPHIN

Some of them will fall tomorrow, I hope.

 

CONSTABLE

And yet my sky shall not want (be lacking).

 

DAUPHIN

That may be, for you bear a many superfluously, and ’twere more honor some were away.

 

CONSTABLE

Ev'n as your horse bears your praises, who would trot as well were some of your brags dismounted.

 

DAUPHIN

Would I were able to load him with his desert (what he deserves)! Will it never be day? I will trot tomorrow a mile, and my way shall be paved with English faces.

 

CONSTABLE

I will not say so, for fear I should be faced out of my way (pushed off the road). But I would it were morning, for I would fain be about the ears of the English.

 

RAMBURES

Who will go to hazard (throw dice) with me for twenty prisoners?

 

CONSTABLE

You must first go yourself to hazard (danger) ere you have them.

 

DAUPHIN

'Tis midnight. I’ll go arm myself.

Exit

 

ORLÉANS

The Dauphin longs for morning.

 

RAMBURES

He longs to eat the English.

 

CONSTABLE

I think he will eat all he kills.
(
in other words, he won’t kill anybody)

 

ORLÉANS

By the white hand of my lady (mistress), he’s a gallant prince.

 

CONSTABLE

Swear by her foot [instead of her hand], that she may tread out (stamp out) the oath.

 

ORLÉANS

He is simply the most active gentleman of France.

 

CONSTABLE

Doing is activity (activity in bed), and he will still (always) be doing.

 

ORLÉANS

He never did harm that I heard of.

 

CONSTABLE

Nor will do none (any) tomorrow. He will keep that good name still.

 

ORLÉANS

I know him to be valiant.

 

CONSTABLE

I was told that by one that knows him better than you.

 

ORLÉANS

What’s he (who is he)?

 

CONSTABLE

Marry, he told me so himself, and he said he cared not who knew it.

 

ORLÉANS

He needs not. It is no hidden virtue in him.

 

CONSTABLE

By my faith, sir, but it is. Never anybody saw it but his lackey. 'Tis a hooded valor (hooded like a falcon), and, when it (prey) appears, it will bate (flap its wings).

 

ORLÉANS

Ill will never said well.

 

CONSTABLE

I will cap that proverb with  “There is flattery in friendship.”

 

ORLÉANS

And I will take up that with “Give the devil his due.”

 

CONSTABLE

Well placed. There stands your friend for the devil. Have at the very eye of that proverb with “A pox of (on) the devil.”

 

ORLÉANS

You are the better at proverbs, by how much “A fool’s bolt (arrow) is soon (too hastily) shot.”

 

CONSTABLE

You have shot over (overshot).

 

ORLÉANS

'Tis not the first time you were overshot.

Enter MESSENGER

 

MESSENGER

My Lord High Constable, the English lie within fifteen hundred paces of your tents.

 

CONSTABLE

Who hath measured the ground?

 

MESSENGER

The Lord Grandpré.

 

CONSTABLE

A valiant and most expert gentleman.—Would it were day! Alas, poor Harry of England! He longs not for the dawning as we do.

 

ORLÉANS

What a wretched and peevish fellow is this king of England to mope with his fat-brained followers so far out of his knowledge.

 

CONSTABLE

If the English had any apprehension, they would run away.

 

ORLÉANS

That they lack, for if their heads had any intellectual armor, they could never wear such heavy head-pieces.

 

RAMBURES

That island of England breeds very valiant creatures. Their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage.

 

ORLÉANS

Foolish curs, that run winking into the mouth of a Russian bear [used in bear-baiting] and have their heads crushed like rotten apples. You may as well say, that’s a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.

 

CONSTABLE

Just [so], just [so], and the men do sympathize with the mastiffs in robustious and rough coming on, leaving their wits with their wives. And, then, [if you] give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils.

 

ORLÉANS

Ay, but these English are shrewdly (seriously) out of beef.

 

CONSTABLE

Then shall we find tomorrow they have only stomachs to eat and none to fight. Now is it time to arm. Come, shall we about it?

 

ORLÉANS

It is now two o'clock. But, let me see, by ten

We shall have each a hundred Englishmen.

Exeunt


 

Act 4

Prologue

 

Enter CHORUS

 

CHORUS

Now entertain conjecture of a time
entertain conjecture=imagine

When creeping murmur and the poring dark
poring=eye-straining

Fills the wide vessel of the universe.

From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night,

The hum of either army stilly sounds,
stilly=softly

[so] That the fixed sentinels almost receive

The secret whispers of each other’s watch.

Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames
paly=pale

Each battle sees the other’s umbered face.
battle=army
umbered=shadowy

Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs

Piercing the night’s dull ear, and from the tents

The armorers, accomplishing the knights,
accomplishing=equipping

With busy hammers closing rivets up,
(
some rivets were placed after the armor had been put on)

Give dreadful note of preparation.

The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll,

And, the third hour of drowsy morning named,

Proud of their numbers and secure in soul,

The confident and overlusty French
overlusty=overly merry

Do the low-rated English play at dice
low-rated=underrated
play=gamble for

And chide the cripple, tardy-gaited night,

Who like a foul and ugly witch doth limp

So tediously away. The poor condemnèd English,

Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires
sacrifices=sacrificial animals

Sit patiently and inly ruminate

The morning’s danger, and, their gesture sad,

Investing lank-lean cheeks and war-worn coats,
investing=wearing

Presenteth them unto the gazing moon
them=themselves

So many horrid ghosts. Oh, now, who will behold
who=whoever

The royal captain of this ruined band

Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent?

Let him cry, “Praise and glory on his head!”

For forth he goes and visits all his host,
host=army

Bids them good morrow with a modest smile,

And calls them brothers, friends, and countrymen.

Upon his royal face there is no note

How dread an army hath enrounded him,
enrounded=surrounded

Nor doth he dedicate one jot of color
color=color of complexion

Unto the weary and all-watchèd night
all-watched=spent entirely in wakefulness

But freshly looks and overbears attaint
attaint=exhaustion

With cheerful semblance and sweet majesty,

[so] That every wretch, pining and pale before,

Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks.

A largess universal, like the sun,

His liberal eye doth give to everyone,

Thawing cold fear, that mean and gentle all
mean=commoners
gentle=nobility

Behold, as may unworthiness define,
as may unworthiness define=as well as we, unworthy, can say it

A little touch of Harry in the night.

And so our scene must to the battle fly,

Where, O, for pity, we shall much disgrace

(With four or five most vile and ragged foils
foils=fencing weapons

Right ill-disposed in brawl ridiculous)
ill-disposed=not up to the task

The name of Agincourt. Yet, sit and see,

Minding true things by what their mock'ries be.
(
keeping in mind the truths indicated by my inadequate words)

Exit


 

Act 4. Scene 1. The English camp at Agincourt

 

Enter KING HENRYBEDFORD, and GLOUCESTER

 

KING HENRY

Gloucester, ’tis true that we are in great danger.

The greater, therefore, should our courage be.

—Good morrow, brother Bedford. God almighty,

There is some soul of goodness in things evil,

Would men observingly distill it out,

For our bad neighbor makes us early stirrers,
bad=capable of causing trouble overnight

Which is both healthful and good husbandry.
husbandry=management

Besides, they are our outward consciences

And preachers to us all, admonishing

That we should dress us fairly for our end.
(
be well prepared)

Thus may we gather honey from the weed

And make a moral of (from) the devil himself.

Enter ERPINGHAM

Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham.

A good soft pillow for that good white head

Were better than a churlish turf of France.
churlish=harsh

 

ERPINGHAM

Not so, my liege, this lodging likes me better,

Since I may say, “Now lie I like a king.”

 

KING HENRY

'Tis good for men to love their present pains

Upon [good] example. So the spirit is eased,

And, when the mind is quickened, out of doubt,

The organs, though defunct and dead before,

Break up (break out of) their drowsy grave and newly move,

With casted slough and fresh legerity.
slough=cast-off snakeskin
legerity=nimbleness

Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas. Brothers both,
brothers both=Gloucester and Bedford

Commend me (present my compliments) to the princes in our camp,

Do my good morrow to them, and anon
anon=soon

Desire them all to [come to] my pavilion.

 

GLOUCESTER

We shall, my liege (sovereign).

 

ERPINGHAM

Shall I attend your Grace?

 

KING HENRY

No, my good knight.

Go with my brothers to my lords of England.

I and my bosom must debate awhile,

And, then, I would no other company.

 

ERPINGHAM

The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry!

Exeunt all but KING HENRY

 

KING HENRY

God-a-mercy, old heart, thou speak’st cheerfully.

Enter PISTOL

 

PISTOL

Qui vous là?
(
who is there?)

 

KING HENRY

A friend.

 

PISTOL

Discuss unto me: art thou officer or art thou base, common, and popular (of the people)?

 

KING HENRY

I am a gentleman of a company.

 

PISTOL

Trail’st thou the puissant pike (drag the pike along)?

 

KING HENRY

Even so. What are you?

 

PISTOL

As good a gentleman as the emperor.

 

KING HENRY

Then you are a better than the king.

 

PISTOL

The king’s a bawcock (beau coq=good bird) and a heart of gold,

A lad of life, an imp of fame,

Of parents good, of fist most valiant.

I kiss his dirty shoe, and from heartstring (my heart)

I love the lovely bully (fellow). What is thy name?

 

KING HENRY

Harry le Roy.

 

PISTOL

Le Roy? A Cornish name. Art thou of Cornish crew?

 

KING HENRY

No, I am a Welshman.

 

PISTOL

Know’st thou Fluellen?

 

KING HENRY

Yes.

 

PISTOL

Tell him I’ll knock his leek about his pate
(
tell him I’ll pull the leek out of his hat and hit him over his head with it)

Upon Saint Davy’s day.
(
the Welsh wear leeks in their hats on that day to commemorate a victory)

 

KING HENRY

Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, lest he knock that about yours.

 

PISTOL

Art thou his friend?

 

KING HENRY

And his kinsman, too.

 

PISTOL

The figo for thee then!
figo=a contemptuous gesture with the thumb

 

KING HENRY

I thank you. God be with you.

 

PISTOL

My name is Pistol called.

Exit

 

KING HENRY

It sorts well with your fierceness.

Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER

 

GOWER

Captain Fluellen.

 

FLUELLEN

So. In the name of Jesu Christ, speak fewer (lesser). It is the greatest admiration (shock) in the universal world when the true and aunchient prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not kept. If you would take the pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the Great (Roman general), you shall find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle toddle nor pibble babble in Pompey’s camp. I warrant you, you shall find the ceremonies of the wars and the cares of it and the forms of it and the sobriety of it and the modesty of it to be otherwise (to counteract the noisiness).

 

GOWER

Why, the enemy is loud. You hear him all night.

 

FLUELLEN

If the enemy is an ass and a fool and a prating coxcomb (chattering fool), is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an ass and a fool and a prating coxcomb, in your own conscience, now?

 

GOWER

I will speak lower.

 

FLUELLEN

I pray you and beseech you that you will.

Exeunt GOWER and FLUELLEN

 

KING HENRY

Though it appear a little out of fashion,

There is much care and valor in this Welshman.

Enter three soldiers, John BATES, Alexander COURT, and Michael WILLIAMS

 

COURT

Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks yonder?

 

BATES

I think it be, but we have no great cause to desire the approach of day.

 

WILLIAMS

We see yonder the beginning of the day, but I think we shall never see the end of it.—Who goes there?

 

KING HENRY

A friend.

 

WILLIAMS

Under what captain serve you?

 

KING HENRY

Under Sir Thomas Erpingham.

 

WILLIAMS

A good old commander and a most kind gentleman. I pray you, what thinks he of our estate (status)?

 

KING HENRY

Even as men wracked (shipwrecked) upon a sand (sandbank), that look to be washed off the next tide.

 

BATES

He hath not told his thought to the king?

 

KING HENRY

No. Nor it is not meet (nor is it suitable – common double negative) he should, for, though I speak it to you, I think the king is but a man as I am. The violet smells to him as it doth to me. The element (sky) shows to him as it doth to me. All his senses have but human conditions. His ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man, and, though his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet when they stoop (fall from the sky), they stoop with the like wing. Therefore, when he sees reason of (for) fears as we do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish as ours are. Yet, in reason, no man should possess (relate to) him with any appearance of fear, lest he (the king), by showing it, should dishearten his army.

 

BATES

He may show what outward courage he will, but, I believe, as cold a night as ’tis he could wish himself in Thames up to the neck, and so I would he were and I by him at all adventures (regardless of risk), so we were quit here.

 

KING HENRY

By my troth, I will speak my conscience of (about) the king: I think he would not wish himself anywhere but where he is.

 

BATES

Then I would he were here alone, so should he be sure to be ransomed and a many poor men’s lives saved.

 

KING HENRY

I dare say you love him not so ill (do not dislike him so much as) to wish him here alone, howsoever you speak this to feel (test out) other men’s minds. Methinks I could not die anywhere so contented as in the king’s company, his cause being just and his quarrel honorable.

 

WILLIAMS

That’s more than we know.

 

BATES

Ay, or more than we should seek after, for we know enough if we know we are the king’s subjects. If his cause be wrong, our obedience to the king wipes the crime of it out of us.

 

WILLIAMS

But if the cause be not good, the king himself hath a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs and arms and heads, chopped off in a battle, shall join together at the latter day (the Day of Judgment) and cry all, “We died at such a place,” some swearing, some crying for a surgeon, some upon (crying about) their wives left poor behind them, some upon (crying about) the debts they owe, some upon (crying about) their children rawly left (unprovided for). I am afeard there are few die well that die in a battle, for how can they charitably dispose of anything (make amends), when blood is their argument (main concern)? Now, if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for the king that led them to it, whom to disobey were against all proportion (suitability) of subjection (being a subject).

 

KING HENRY

So, if a son, that is by his father sent about (regarding) merchandise, do sinfully miscarry upon the sea, the imputation of his wickedness, by your rule, should be imposed upon his father that sent him, or if a servant, under his master’s command transporting a sum of money, be assailed by robbers and die in many irreconciled iniquities, you may call the business of the master the author of the servant’s damnation. But this is not so. The king is not bound to answer the particular endings of his soldiers, the father of his son, nor the master of his servant, for they purpose (intend) not their death when they purpose (offer) their services. Besides, there is no king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to the arbitrament (verdict) of swords, can try it out with all unspotted soldiers. Some, peradventure (very likely), have on them the guilt of premeditated and contrived murder; some, of beguiling virgins with the broken seals of perjury; some, making the wars their bulwark (means of escape), that have before gored the gentle bosom of peace with pillage and robbery. Now, if these men have defeated (broken) the law and outrun native punishment, though they can outstrip men, they have no wings to fly from God. War is His beadle (agent of justice), war is His vengeance, so that here (in this war) men are punished for before-breach (an earlier breach) of the king’s laws in now the king’s quarrel (in this war). Where they feared the death, they have borne life away (have survived), and, where they would be (thought they were) safe, they perish. Then, if they die unprovided (not ready to meet God), no more is the king guilty of their damnation than he was before guilty of those impieties for the which they are now visited (punished). Every subject’s duty is the king’s, but every subject’s soul is his own. Therefore, should every soldier in the wars (every soldier in the wars should) do as every sick man in his bed - wash every mote (blemish) out of his conscience, and, dying so, death is to him advantage, or, not dying, the time was blessedly lost (spent) wherein such preparation was gained, and, in him that escapes, it were not sin to think that, making God so free an offer (that is, with nothing more to gain from God), He let him outlive that day to see His greatness and to teach others how they should prepare.

 

WILLIAMS

'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill upon his own head, the king is not to answer [for] it.

 

BATES

I do not desire he should answer for me, and, yet, I determine to fight lustily for him.

 

KING HENRY

I myself heard the king say he would not be ransomed.

 

WILLIAMS

Ay, he said so to make us fight cheerfully, but, when our throats are cut, he may be ransomed and we ne'er the wiser.

 

KING HENRY

If I live to see it, I will never trust his word after.

 

WILLIAMS

You pay him then (you get back at him for his betrayal). That’s a perilous shot [that really will hurt the monarch!] out of an elder gun (pop gun made from elder wood) that a poor and private displeasure can do against a monarch. You may as well go about to turn the sun to ice with fanning in his face with a peacock’s feather. You’ll “never trust his word after.” Come, ’tis a foolish saying.

 

KING HENRY

Your reproof is something too round (overblown). I should be angry with you if the time were convenient.

 

WILLIAMS

Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live.

 

KING HENRY

I embrace it.

 

WILLIAMS

How shall I know thee again?

 

KING HENRY

Give me any gage (token) of thine, and I will wear it in my bonnet (cap). Then, if ever thou dar’st acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel.

 

WILLIAMS

Here’s my glove. Give me another of thine.

 

KING HENRY

There.

 

WILLIAMS

This will I, also, wear in my cap. If ever thou come to me and say, after tomorrow, “This is my glove,” by this hand I will take (give) thee a box (slap) on the ear.

 

KING HENRY

If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it.

 

WILLIAMS

Thou dar’st as well be hanged.

 

KING HENRY

Well, I will do it, though I take thee in the king’s company.

 

WILLIAMS

Keep thy word. Fare thee well.

 

BATES

Be friends, you English fools, be friends. We have French quarrels enough, if you could tell how to reckon.

 

KING HENRY

Indeed, the French may lay twenty French crowns (coins) to one they will beat us, for they bear them (crowns=heads) on their shoulders (the French outnumber the English 20 to 1). But it is no English treason to cut French crowns (heads), and tomorrow the king himself will be a clipper.
(
Clipping coins was punished as treason under English law)

Exeunt soldiers

Upon the king! Let us our lives, our souls, our debts, our careful (anxious) wives, our children, and our sins lay [as a burden] on the king!

We must bear all. O hard condition,

Twin-born with greatness, subject to the breath (gossip)
(
greatness is the king’s twin)

Of every fool, whose sense no more can feel

But his own wringing (aches and pains). What infinite heart’s ease

Must kings neglect (do without) that private men enjoy?

And what have kings that privates (private men) have not, too,

Save (except) ceremony, save general ceremony?

And what art thou, thou idle (useless) ceremony?

What kind of god art thou, that suffer’st more

Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers?

What are thy rents? What are thy comings in (receipts)?

O ceremony, show me but thy worth!

What is thy soul of adoration (the secret of how much you are admired)?

Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form,

Creating awe and fear in other men,

Wherein thou art less happy, being feared,

Than they in fearing?

What drink’st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,

But poisoned flattery? Oh, be sick, great greatness,

And bid thy ceremony give thee cure!

Think’st thou the fiery fever will go out

With titles blown (inflated) from adulation?

Will it (a fever) give place to flexure (bowing) and low bending?

Canst thou, when thou command’st the beggar’s knee,

Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream (pride),

That play’st so subtly with a king’s repose.

I am a king that find thee [out], and I know

'Tis not the balm (consecrating oil), the scepter, and the ball,

The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,

The intertissued robe of gold and pearl,

The farcèd (inflated) title running 'fore the king,

The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp

That beats upon the high shore of this world.

No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous (very gorgeous) ceremony,

Not all these, laid in bed majestical,

Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave,

Who, with a body filled and vacant mind,

Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful (hard-earned) bread;

Never sees horrid night, the child of hell,

But, like a lackey, from the rise to set
(
sunrise to sunset)

Sweats in the eye of Phoebus (the sun god) and all night

Sleeps in Elysium (the abode of the blessed). Next day after dawn,

[he] Doth rise and help Hyperion (father of the sun, moon, and dawn) to his horse [which pulled the sun],

And follows so the ever-running year

With profitable labor to his grave,

And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,

Winding up (passing) days with toil and nights with sleep,

Had (would have) the forehand (superiority) and vantage (advantageous position) of a king.

The slave, a member of the country’s peace,

Enjoys it, but in gross (stupid) brain little wots (understands)

What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace,

Whose hours the peasant best advantages (has the advantage of).

Enter ERPINGHAM

 

ERPINGHAM

My lord, your nobles, jealous of (concerned about) your absence,

Seek through your camp to find you.

 

KING HENRY

Good old knight,

Collect them all together at my tent.

I’ll be before thee.

 

ERPINGHAM

I shall do’t, my lord.

Exit

 

KING HENRY

O God of battles, steel my soldiers' hearts.

Possess them not with fear. Take from them now

The sense of reck'ning ere th' opposèd numbers
sense of reck’ning=ability to count

Pluck their hearts from them. Not today, O Lord,

Oh, not today, think not upon the fault
fault=murder of Richard II

My father made in compassing (obtaining) the crown.

I Richard’s body have interrèd anew,

And on it have bestowed more contrite tears

Than from it issued forcèd drops of blood.

Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,

Who twice a day their withered hands hold up

Toward heaven to pardon blood. And I have built

Two chantries (chapels) where the sad and solemn priests

Sing still (perpetually) for Richard’s soul. More will I do,

Though all that I can do is nothing worth

Since that (as shown by the fact that) my penitence comes after all,

Imploring pardon.

Enter GLOUCESTER

 

GLOUCESTER

My liege.

 

KING HENRY

My brother Gloucester’s voice.—Ay,

I know thy errand. I will go with thee.

The day, my friends, and all things stay (wait) for me.

Exeunt

 


 

Act 4. Scene 2. The French camp

 

Enter the DAUPHINORLÉANSRAMBURES, and others

 

ORLÉANS

The sun doth gild our armor. Up, my lords.

 

DAUPHIN

Montez à cheval! (to horse!) My horse, varlet! Lackey! Ha!

 

ORLÉANS

O brave spirit!

 

DAUPHIN

Via les eaux et la terre.
(
by water and land)

 

ORLÉANS

Rien puis? L'air et feu? (nothing more? Air and fire?)

 

DAUPHIN

Cieux (the sky), cousin Orléans.

Enter CONSTABLE

Now, my Lord Constable?

 

CONSTABLE

Hark how our steeds for present service (immediate action) neigh.

 

DAUPHIN

Mount them and make incision in their hides [with spurs],

That their hot blood may spin in English eyes

And dout (extinguish) them with superfluous courage. Ha!
(
blood was thought to be the source of courage)

 

RAMBURES

What, will you have them weep our horses' blood?

How shall we then behold their natural tears?

Enter MESSENGER

 

MESSENGER

The English are embattled (formed into a line of battle), you French peers.

 

CONSTABLE

To horse, you gallant princes, straight to horse.

Do but behold yond poor and starvèd band,

And your fair show shall suck away their souls,

Leaving them but the shales (shells) and husks of men.

There is not work enough for all our hands,

Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins

To give each naked curtle-axe (cutlass) a stain,

That our French gallants shall today draw out

And sheathe for lack of sport. Let us but blow on them,

The vapor of our valor will o'erturn (up-end) them.

'Tis positive against all exceptions (indisputably true), lords,

That our superfluous lackeys and our peasants,

Who in unnecessary action swarm

About our squares of battle (military formations), were enough

To purge this field of such a hilding (worthless) foe,

Though we upon this mountain’s basis (base) by (nearby)

Took stand for idle speculation (stood looking on),

But that our honors must not. What’s to say?
(
except for the fact that our honor requires otherwise)

A very little little let us do,

And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound

The tucket sonance (trumpet signal) and the note to mount,

For our approach shall so much dare the field

That England shall couch (crouch) down in fear and yield.

Enter GRANDPRÉ

 

GRANDPRÉ

Why do you stay so long, my lords of France?

Yond island carrions (corpses), desperate of their bones,

Ill-favoredly become (are an eyesore to) the morning field.

Their ragged curtains (banners) poorly are let loose,

And our air shakes them passing (surpassingly) scornfully.

Big Mars (god of war) seems bankrupt in their beggared host

And faintly through a rusty beaver (face-guard) peeps.

The horsemen sit like fixèd candlesticks

With torch staves (tapers instead of lances) in their hand, and their poor jades (horses)
(
candlesticks were sometimes held in place by statuettes of horsemen)

Lob down their heads, dropping (letting droop) the hides and hips,

The gum (eye discharge) down-roping from their pale-dead eyes,

And in their pale dull mouths the gemeled (jointed) bit

Lies foul with chawed grass, still and motionless,

And their executors (gleaners), the knavish crows,

Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour.

Description cannot suit itself in words

To demonstrate the life of such a battle

In life so lifeless, as it shows itself (as it turns out).

 

CONSTABLE

They have said their prayers, and they stay (wait) for death.

 

DAUPHIN

Shall we go send them dinners and fresh suits

And give their fasting horses provender (fodder)

And, after, fight with them?

 

CONSTABLE

I stay but for my guidon (banner). On, to the field!

I will the banner from a trumpet (trumpeter) take

And use it for (in) my haste. Come, come away.

The sun is high, and we outwear (waste) the day.

Exeunt


 

Act 4. Scene 3. The English camp

 

Enter GLOUCESTERBEDFORDEXETER, ERPINGHAM, with all his host, SALISBURY, and WESTMORELAND

 

GLOUCESTER

Where is the king?

 

BEDFORD

The king [just] himself is rode to view their battle.

 

WESTMORELAND

Of fighting men they have full threescore thousand (60,000).

 

EXETER

There’s five to one. Besides, they all are fresh.

 

SALISBURY

God’s arm strike with us! 'Tis a fearful odds.

God be wi' you, princes all. I’ll to my charge (command post).

If we no more meet till we meet in heaven,

Then, joyfully, my noble Lord of Bedford,

My dear Lord Gloucester, and my good Lord Exeter,

And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu.
(
Westmoreland was Salisbury’s kinsman)

 

BEDFORD

Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee.

 

EXETER

Farewell, kind lord. Fight valiantly today,

And, yet, I do thee wrong to mind (remind) thee of it,

For thou art framed of the firm truth of valor.

Exit SALISBURY

 

BEDFORD

He is as full of valor as of kindness,

Princely in both.

Enter KING HENRY

 

WESTMORELAND

Oh, that we now had here

But one [in] ten thousand of those men in England

That do no work today.

 

KING HENRY

What’s he that wishes so?

My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin.

If we are marked to die, we are enough

To do our country loss, and, if to live,

The fewer men, the greater share of honor.

God’s will, I pray thee wish not one man more.

By Jove, I am not covetous for gold

Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost (at my expense).

It yearns me not if men my garments wear.

Such outward things dwell not in my desires,

But, if it be a sin to covet honor,

I am the most offending soul alive.

No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.

God’s peace, I would not lose so great an honor

As one man more, methinks, would share from me,

For the best hope I have. Oh, do not wish one more!

Rather, proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host (army),

That he which hath no stomach to (appetite for) this fight,

Let him depart. His passport shall be made

And crowns (coins) for convoy (transport) put into his purse.

We would not die in that man’s company

That fears his fellowship to die with us.

This day is called the feast of Crispian.

He that outlives this day and comes safe home

Will stand o' tiptoe when the day is named

And rouse him[self] at the name of Crispian.

He that shall see this day and live [to] old age

Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors
vigil=nocturnal devotional exercise

And say, “Tomorrow is Saint Crispian.”

Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars

And say, “These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.”
(
two saints are honored on this day – Crispin (or Crispian) and Crispinian)

Old men forget; yet (in time) all shall be forgot,

But he’ll remember with advantages (embellishments)

What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,

Familiar in his mouth as household words,

Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,

Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,

Be in their [over]flowing cups freshly remembered.

This story shall the good man teach his son,

And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,

From this day to the ending of the world,

But we in it shall be remembered,

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers,

For he today that sheds his blood with me

Shall be my brother. Be he ne'er so vile (lowly),

This day shall gentle his condition (make a gentleman of him),

And gentlemen in England now abed

Shall think themselves accursed they were not here

And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks

That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.

Enter SALISBURY

 

SALISBURY

My sovereign lord, bestow yourself (take your position) with speed.

The French are bravely (handsomely) in their battles (battle lines) set

And will with all expedience (speed) charge on us.

 

KING HENRY

All things are ready if our minds be so.

 

WESTMORELAND

Perish the man whose mind is backward now!

 

KING HENRY

Thou dost not wish more help from England, coz?

 

WESTMORELAND

God’s will, my liege, would you and I alone,

Without more help, could fight this royal battle!
(
I wish you and I could fight this battle alone)

 

KING HENRY

Why, now thou hast unwished five thousand men (our entire army),

Which likes (pleases) me better than to wish us one.

—You know your places. God be with you all.

Tucket (fanfare on a trumpet)

Enter MONTJOY

 

MONTJOY

Once more I come to know of thee, King Harry,

If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound (make terms)

Before thy most assurèd overthrow,

For certainly thou art so near the gulf
gulf=whirlpool

Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy,

The constable desires thee thou wilt mind
mind=remind

Thy followers of repentance, [so] that their souls

May make a peaceful and a sweet retire

From off these fields where, wretches, their poor bodies

Must lie and fester.

 

KING HENRY

Who hath sent thee now?

 

MONTJOY

The constable of France.

 

KING HENRY

I pray thee, bear my former answer back.

Bid them achieve (capture) me and then sell my bones.

Good God, why should they mock poor fellows thus?

The man that once did sell the lion’s skin
(
from a fable by Aesop)

While the beast lived was killed with hunting him.

A many of our bodies shall no doubt

Find native (English) graves, upon the which, I trust,

Shall witness live in brass [on grave markers] of this day’s work,

And those that leave their valiant bones in France,

Dying like men though buried in your dunghills,

They shall be famed, for there the sun shall greet them

And draw their honors reeking (in fumes) up to heaven,

Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime,

The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France.

Mark, then, abounding valor in our English,

That being dead, like to the bullet’s crazing (shattering),

Break out into a second course of mischief,

Killing in relapse of mortality (suspension of death).

Let me speak proudly. Tell the constable

We are but warriors for the working day.

Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirched

With rainy marching in the painful field.

There’s not a piece of feather (not a feather in a cap) in our host (entire army)—

Good argument, I hope, we will not fly—

And time hath worn us into slovenry,

But, by the Mass, our hearts are in the trim,

And my poor soldiers tell me, yet ere night

They’ll be in fresher (heavenly) robes, or they will pluck

The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads

And turn them out (dismiss them, like servants) of service. If they do this,

As, if God please, they shall, my ransom then

Will soon be levied (collected). Herald, save thou thy labor.

Come thou no more for ransom, gentle[man] herald.

They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints,

Which, if they have, as I will leave 'em them,

Shall yield them little. Tell the constable.

 

MONTJOY

I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well.

Thou never shalt hear herald anymore.

Exit

 

KING HENRY

I fear thou wilt once more come again for a ransom.

Enter YORK

 

YORK

My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg

The leading of the vaward (vanguard=frontmost division).

 

KING HENRY

Take it, brave York. Now, soldiers, march away,

And how Thou pleasest, God dispose the day.
(
may God make the day go the way you want it to)

Exeunt


 

Act 4. Scene 4. The field of battle

 

Alarm, excursions. Enter PISTOLFRENCH SOLDIER, and BOY

 

PISTOL

Yield, cur.

 

FRENCH SOLDIER

Je pense que vous êtes gentilhomme de bonne qualité.
(
I think that you are a gentleman of high rank)

 

PISTOL

Qualtitie calmie custure me (nonsense). Art thou a gentleman? What is thy name? Discuss (declare).

 

FRENCH SOLDIER

Ô Seigneur Dieu (Lord God)!

 

PISTOL

O Seigneur Dew should be a gentleman [because a seigneur is a lord]. Perpend (consider) my words, O Seigneur Dew, and mark: O Seigneur Dew, thou diest on point of fox (sword), except, O Seigneur, thou do give to me egregious (huge) ransom.

 

FRENCH SOLDIER

Ô, prenez miséricorde! Ayez pitié de moi!
(
have mercy. Take pity on me)

 

PISTOL

Moy (Pistol thinks that a moi is a coin) shall not serve (just one doesn’t satisfy me). I will have forty moys, or I will fetch thy rim (diaphragm) out at thy throat in drops of crimson blood.

 

FRENCH SOLDIER

Est-il impossible d'Échapper la force de ton bras?
(
can I escape your powerful arm?)

 

PISTOL

Brass (Pistol thinks that bras – arm – is brass), cur? Thou damned and luxurious (lascivious) mountain goat, offer’st me brass [as ransom]?

 

FRENCH SOLDIER

Ô, pardonnez-moi!
(
Pistol takes this to mean a ton of moys)

 

PISTOL

Say’st thou me so? Is that a ton of moys?—Come hither, boy. Ask [for] me this slave in French what is his name.

 

BOY

Écoutez. Comment êtes-vous appelé?
(
listen. How are you called?)

 

FRENCH SOLDIER

Monsieur le Fer.

 

BOY

He says his name is Master Fer.

 

PISTOL

Master Fer. I’ll fer him and firk him and ferret him.

Discuss the same in French unto him.

 

BOY

I do not know the French for “fer” and “ferret” and “firk.”

 

PISTOL

Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat.

 

FRENCH SOLDIER

(to the BOY) Que dit-il, monsieur?
(
what is he saying?)

 

BOY

Il me commande à vous dire que vous faites vous prêt, car ce soldat ici est disposé tout à cette heure de couper votre gorge.
(
he commands me to tell you to prepare to die, for he is disposed right now to cut your throat)

 

PISTOL

Owy (Oui), cuppele gorge (cut your throat), per-ma-foy (by my faith), peasant, unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns, or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.

 

FRENCH SOLDIER

Ô, je vous supplie, pour l'amour de Dieu, me pardoner. Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison. Gardez ma vie, et je vous donnerai deux cents écus

 

PISTOL

What are his words?

 

BOY

He prays you to save his life. He is a gentleman of a good house, and for his ransom he will give you two hundred crowns.

 

PISTOL

Tell him my fury shall abate, and I the crowns will take.

 

FRENCH SOLDIER

Petit monsieur, que dit-il?
(
What does he say?)

 

BOY

Encore qu'il est contre son jurement de pardoner aucun prisonnier; néanmoins, pour les écus que vous lui avez promis, il est content à vous donner la liberté, le franchisement.
(
once more, that it is contrary to his oath to pardon any prisoner. Nevertheless, for the crowns that you promise him, he is willing to give you liberty, freedom)

 

FRENCH SOLDIER

Sur mes genoux je vous donne mille remercîments, et je m'estime heureux que j'ai tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave, vaillant, et très distingué seigneur d'Angleterre.

 

PISTOL

Expound unto me, boy.

 

BOY

He gives you upon his knees a thousand thanks, and he esteems himself happy that he hath fall'n into the hands of one, as he thinks, the most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy (emphatically worthy) seigneur of England.

 

PISTOL

As I suck blood, I will some mercy show. Follow me.
(
Pistol said earlier that he would suck French blood=extort money)

 

BOY

Suivez-vous le grand capitaine.
(
follow the great captain)

Exeunt PISTOL and FRENCH SOLDIER

I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart, but the saying is true, “The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.” Bardolph and Nym had ten times more valor than this roaring devil i' th' old play (“morality play” from an earlier time), that everyone may pare his nails with a wooden dagger (whose nails anyone could cut with a wooden dagger), and they are both hanged, and so would this be if he durst steal anything adventurously (bravely). I must stay with the lackeys with the luggage of our camp. The French might have a good prey of us if he (they) knew of it, for there is none to guard it but boys.

Exit


 

Act 4. Scene 5. Another part of the field

 

Enter CONSTABLEORLÉANSBOURBON, DAUPHIN, and RAMBURES

 

CONSTABLE

Ô diable!

 

ORLÉANS

Ô seigneur! Le jour est perdu, tout est erdu!
(
O Lord, the day is lost. All is lost)

 

DAUPHIN

Mort de ma vie (an exclamation - death in my life), all is confounded, all!

Reproach and everlasting shame

Sits mocking in our plumes.

A short alarum

Ô méchante Fortune!
O malicious fate

Do not run away.

 

CONSTABLE

Why, all our ranks are broke.

 

DAUPHIN

O perdurable (enduring) shame! Let’s stab ourselves.

Be these the wretches that we played at dice for?

 

ORLÉANS

Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?

 

BOURBON

Shame and eternal shame, nothing but shame!

Let us die. In once more! Back again!

And he that will not follow Bourbon now,

Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand

Like a base pander, hold the chamber door,

Whilst by a slave, no gentler (more noble) than my dog,

His fairest daughter is contaminate (raped).

 

CONSTABLE

Disorder, that hath spoiled us, friend us now.

Let us on (in) heaps go offer up our lives.

 

ORLÉANS

We are enough yet living in the field

To smother up the English in our throngs,

If any order might be thought upon.

 

BOURBON

The devil take order now! I’ll to the throng.

Let life be short, else shame will be too long.

Exeunt


 

Act 4. Scene 6. Another part of the field

 

Alarum Enter KING HENRY and forces, EXETER, and others

 

KING HENRY

Well have we done, thrice-valiant (very valiant – an emphasizer) countrymen,

But all’s not done. Yet keep the French the field.
(
the French are still in the battlefield)

 

EXETER

The Duke of York commends him[self] to your Majesty.

 

KING HENRY

Lives he, good uncle? Thrice within this hour

I saw him down, thrice up again and fighting.

From helmet to the spur, all blood he was.

 

EXETER

In which array (arrayed/clothed thus), brave soldier, doth he lie,

Larding (fattening with his blood) the plain, and, by his bloody side,

Yoke-fellow to his honor-owing wounds,