Complete Plays, The (233 page)

S
CENE
VI. T
HE
E
NGLISH
CAMP
IN
P
ICARDY
.

S
CENE
VII. T
HE
F
RENCH
CAMP
,
NEAR
A
GINCOURT
:

A
CT
IV

P
ROLOGUE

S
CENE
I. T
HE
E
NGLISH
CAMP
AT
A
GINCOURT
.

S
CENE
II. T
HE
F
RENCH
CAMP
.

S
CENE
III. T
HE
E
NGLISH
CAMP
.

S
CENE
IV. T
HE
FIELD
OF
BATTLE
.

S
CENE
V. A
NOTHER
PART
OF
THE
FIELD
.

S
CENE
VI. A
NOTHER
PART
OF
THE
FIELD
.

S
CENE
VII. A
NOTHER
PART
OF
THE
FIELD
.

S
CENE
VIII. B
EFORE
K
ING
H
ENRY
’
S
PAVILION
.

A
CT
V

P
ROLOGUE

S
CENE
I. F
RANCE
. T
HE
E
NGLISH
CAMP
.

S
CENE
II. F
RANCE
. A
ROYAL
PALACE
.

E
PILOGUE

C
HARACTERS
OF
THE
P
LAY

King Henry V
,
Dukes of
 
Gloucester
 
and
 
Bedford
, brothers of the King.
Duke of
 
Exeter
, uncle to the King.
Duke of
 
York
, cousin to the King.
Earls of
 
Salisbury
,
 
Westmoreland
,
 
Warwick
 
and
 
Cambridge
.
Archbishop of
 
Canterbury
.
Bishop of
 
Ely
.
Lord
 
Scroop
.
Sir Thomas
 
Grey
.
Sir Thomas
 
Erpingham
.
Gower
,
 
Fluellen
,
 
Macmorris
 
and
 
Jamy
, officers in the English army.
John
 
Bates
, Alexander
 
Court
, Michael
 
Williams
, soldiers in the English army.
Pistol
,
 
Nym
,
 
Bardolph
.
Hostess
 
Quickly, wife of Pistol.
Boy
,
Herald
,

Charles the Sixth,
 
King Of France
,
Louis, the
 
Dauphin
,
Dukes of
 
Burgundy
,
 
Orleans
 
and
 
Bourbon
.
The
 
Constable
 
of France.
Rambures
 
and
 
Grandpre
, French Lords.
Governor
 
of Harfleur.
Montjoy
, a French herald.

Queen Isabel
 
of France.
Katharine
, her daughter.
Alice
, maid to Katherine.
Chorus
,

Ambassadors, Soldiers, Messengers, &.c.

A
CT
I

P
ROLOGUE

Enter Chorus

Chorus

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
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,
Leash’d in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire
Crouch for employment. But pardon, and gentles all,
The flat unraised spirits that have dared
On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
So great an object: can this cockpit hold
The vasty fields of France? or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
That did affright the air at Agincourt?
O, pardon! since a crooked figure may
Attest in little place a million;
And let us, ciphers to this great accompt,
On your imaginary forces work.
Suppose within the girdle of these walls
Are now confined two mighty monarchies,
Whose high upreared and abutting fronts
The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder:
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts;
Into a thousand parts divide on man,
And make imaginary puissance;
Think when we talk of horses, that you see them
Printing their proud hoofs i’ the receiving earth;
For ’tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings,
Carry them here and there; jumping o’er times,
Turning the accomplishment of many years
Into an hour-glass: for the which supply,
Admit me Chorus to this history;
Who prologue-like your humble patience pray,
Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.

Exit

S
CENE
I. L
ONDON
. A
N
ANTE
-
CHAMBER
IN
THE
K
ING
’
S
PALACE
.

Enter the Archbishop Of Canterbury, and the Bishop Of Ely

Canterbury

My lord, I’ll tell you; that self bill is urged,
Which in the eleventh year of the last king’s reign
Was like, and had indeed against us pass’d,
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 lands which men devout
By testament have given to the church
Would they strip from us; being valued thus:
As much as would maintain, to the king’s honour,
Full fifteen earls and fifteen hundred knights,
Six thousand and two hundred good esquires;
And, to relief of lazars and weak age,
Of indigent faint souls past corporal toil.
A hundred almshouses right well supplied;
And to the coffers of the king beside,
A thousand pounds by the 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.

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,
Seem’d to die too; yea, at that very moment
Consideration, like an angel, came
And whipp’d the offending Adam out of him,
Leaving his body as a paradise,
To envelop and contain celestial spirits.
Never was such a sudden scholar made;
Never came reformation in a flood,
With such a heady currance, scouring faults
Nor never Hydra-headed wilfulness
So soon did lose his seat and all at once
As in this king.

Ely

 
We are blessed in the change.

Canterbury

Hear him but reason in divinity,
And all-admiring with an inward wish
You would desire the king were made a prelate:
Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs,
You would say it hath been all in all his study:
List his discourse of war, and you shall hear
A fearful battle render’d you in music:
Turn him to any cause of policy,
The Gordian knot of it he will unloose,
Familiar as his garter: that, when he speaks,
The air, a charter’d libertine, is still,
And the mute wonder lurketh in men’s ears,
To steal his sweet and honey’d sentences;
So that the art and practic part of life
Must be the mistress to this theoric:
Which is a wonder how his grace should glean it,
Since his addiction was to courses vain,
His companies unletter’d, rude and shallow,
His hours fill’d up with riots, banquets, sports,
And never noted in him any study,
Any retirement, any sequestration
From open haunts and popularity.

Ely

The strawberry grows underneath the nettle
And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best
Neighbour’d 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.

Canterbury

It must be so; for miracles are ceased;
And therefore we must needs admit the means
How things are perfected.

Ely

But, my good lord,
How now for mitigation of this bill
Urged by the commons? Doth his majesty
Incline to it, or no?

Canterbury

He seems indifferent,
Or rather swaying more upon our part
Than cherishing the exhibiters against us;
For I have made an offer to his majesty,
Upon our spiritual convocation
And in regard of causes now in hand,
Which I have open’d to his grace at large,
As touching France, to give a greater sum
Than ever at one time the clergy yet
Did to his predecessors part withal.

Ely

How did this offer seem received, my lord?

Canterbury

With good acceptance of his majesty;
Save that there was not time enough to hear,
As I perceived his grace would fain have done,
The severals and unhidden passages
Of his true titles to some certain dukedoms
And generally to the crown and seat of France
Derived from Edward, his great-grandfather.

Ely

What was the impediment that broke this 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;
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

S
CENE
II. T
HE
SAME
. T
HE
P
RESENCE
CHAMBER
.

Enter King Henry V, Gloucester, Bedford, Exeter, Warwick, Westmoreland, and Attendants

King Henry V

Where is my gracious Lord of Canterbury?

Exeter

Not here in presence.

King Henry V

Send for him, good uncle.

Westmoreland

Shall we call in the ambassador, my liege?

King Henry V

Not yet, my cousin: we would be resolved,
Before we hear him, of some things of weight
That task our thoughts, concerning us and France.

Enter the Archbishop Of Canterbury, and the Bishop of Ely

Canterbury

God and his angels guard your sacred throne
And make you long become it!

King Henry V

Sure, we thank you.
My learned lord, we pray you to proceed
And justly and religiously unfold
Why the law Salique that they have in France
Or 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,
Or nicely charge your understanding soul
With opening titles miscreate, whose right
Suits not in native colours 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 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 gives edge unto the swords
That make such waste in brief mortality.
Under this conjuration, speak, my lord;
For we will hear, note and believe in heart
That what you speak is in your conscience wash’d
As pure as sin with baptism.