SCENE V.Another part of the field of battle
Enter CONSTABLE,ORLEANS,BOURBON,DAUPHIN,and RAMBURES
CONSTABLE.O diable!ORLEANS.O Seigneur!le jour est perdu,tout est perdu!DAUPHIN.Mort Dieu,ma vie!all is confounded,all!Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes.[A short alarum]O mechante fortune!Do not run away.CONSTABLE.Why,an our ranks are broke.DAUPHIN.O perdurable shame!Let's stab ourselves.Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for?ORLEANS.Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?BOURBON.Shame,and eternal shame,nothing but shame!Let us die in honour: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 gender than my dog,His fairest daughter is contaminated.CONSTABLE.Disorder,that hath spoil'd us,friend us now!Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.ORLEANS.We are enow 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
SCENE VI.Another part of the field
Alarum.Enter the KING and his train,with prisoners;EXETER,and others
KING HENRY.Well have we done,thrice-valiant countrymen;But all's not done-yet keep the French the field.EXETER.The Duke of York commends him 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,brave soldier,doth he lie Larding the plain;and by his bloody side,Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,The noble Earl of Suffolk also lies.Suffolk first died;and York,all haggled over,Comes to him,where in gore he lay insteeped,And takes him by the beard,kisses the gashes That bloodily did yawn upon his face,He cries aloud 'Tarry,my cousin Suffolk.My soul shall thine keep company to heaven;Tarry,sweet soul,for mine,then fly abreast;As in this glorious and well-foughten field We kept together in our chivalry.'Upon these words I came and cheer'd him up;He smil'd me in the face,raught me his hand,And,with a feeble grip,says 'Dear my lord,Commend my service to my sovereign.'So did he turn,and over Suffolk's neck He threw his wounded arm and kiss'd his lips;And so,espous'd to death,with blood he seal'd A testament of noble-ending love.The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd Those waters from me which I would have stopp'd;But I had not so much of man in me,And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.KING HENRY.I blame you not;For,hearing this,I must perforce compound With mistful eyes,or they will issue too.[Alarum]But hark!what new alarum is this same?The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd men.Then every soldier kill his prisoners;Give the word through.Exeunt
SCENE VII.Another part of the field
Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER
FLUELLEN.Kill the poys and the luggage!'Tis expressly against the law of arms;'tis as arrant a piece of knavery,mark you now,as can be offert;in your conscience,now,is it not?GOWER.'Tis certain there's not a boy left alive;and the cowardly rascals that ran from the battle ha'done this slaughter;besides,they have burned and carried away all that was in the King's tent;wherefore the King most worthily hath caus'd every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat.O,'tis a gallant King!FLUELLEN.Ay,he was **** at Monmouth,Captain Gower.What call you the town's name where Alexander the Pig was born?GOWER.Alexander the Great.FLUELLEN.Why,I pray you,is not 'pig'great?The pig,or great,or the mighty,or the huge,or the magnanimous,are all one reckonings,save the phrase is a little variations.GOWER.I think Alexander the Great was born in Macedon;his father was called Philip of Macedon,as I take it.FLUELLEN.I think it is in Macedon where Alexander is ****.I tell you,Captain,if you look in the maps of the 'orld,I warrant you sall find,in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth,that the situations,look you,is both alike.There is a river in Macedon;and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth;it is call'd Wye at Monmouth,but it is out of my prains what is the name of the other river;but 'tis all one,'tis alike as my fingers is to my fingers,and there is salmons in both.If you mark Alexander's life well,Harry of Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent well;for there is figures in all things.Alexander-God knows,and you know-in his rages,and his furies,and his wraths,and his cholers,and his moods,and his displeasures,and his indignations,and also being a little intoxicates in his prains,did,in his ales and his angers,look you,kill his best friend,Cleitus.GOWER.Our king is not like him in that:he never kill'd any of his friends.FLUELLEN.It is not well done,mark you now,to take the tales out of my mouth ere it is made and finished.I speak but in the figures and comparisons of it;as Alexander kill'd his friend Cleitus,being in his ales and his cups,so also Harry Monmouth,being in his right wits and his good judgments,turn'd away the fat knight with the great
belly doublet;he was full of jests,and gipes,and knaveries,and mocks;I have forgot his name.GOWER.Sir John Falstaff.FLUELLEN.That is he.I'll tell you there is good men **** at Monmouth.GOWER.Here comes his Majesty.
Alarum.Enter the KING,WARWICK,GLOUCESTER,EXETER,
and others,with prisoners.Flourish
KING HENRY.I was not angry since I came to France Until this instant.Take a trumpet,herald,Ride thou unto the horsemen on yond hill;If they will fight with us,bid them come down Or void the field;they do offend our sight.If they'll do neither,we will come to them And make them skirr away as swift as stones Enforced from the old Assyrian slings;Besides,we'll cut the throats of those we have,And not a man of them that we shall take Shall taste our mercy.Go and tell them so.
