|The Life of King Henry the Fifth|
| Henry V
| Act 4, Scene 1
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Enter KING HENRY, BEDFORD, and GLOUCESTERKING HENRY V
Gloucester, 'tis true that we are in great danger;ERPINGHAM
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 distil it out.
For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers,
Which is both healthful and good husbandry:
Besides, they are our outward consciences,
And preachers to us all, admonishing
That we should dress us fairly for our end.
Thus may we gather honey from the weed,
And make a moral of the devil himself.
Enter ERPINGHAMGood morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham:
A good soft pillow for that good white head
Were better than a churlish turf of France.
Not so, my liege: this lodging likes me better,KING HENRY V
Since I may say 'Now lie I like a king.'
'Tis good for men to love their present painsGLOUCESTER
Upon example; so the spirit is eased:
And when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt,
The organs, though defunct and dead before,
Break up their drowsy grave and newly move,
With casted slough and fresh legerity.
Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas. Brothers both,
Commend me to the princes in our camp;
Do my good morrow to them, and anon
Desire them an to my pavilion.
We shall, my liege.ERPINGHAM
Shall I attend your grace?KING HENRY V
No, my good knight;ERPINGHAM
Go with my brothers to my lords of England:
I and my bosom must debate awhile,
And then I would no other company.
The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry!KING HENRY V
Exeunt all but KING HENRY
God-a-mercy, old heart! thou speak'st cheerfully.PISTOL
Qui va la?KING HENRY V
Discuss unto me; art thou officer?KING HENRY V
Or art thou base, common and popular?
I am a gentleman of a company.PISTOL
Trail'st thou the puissant pike?KING HENRY V
Even so. What are you?PISTOL
As good a gentleman as the emperor.KING HENRY V
Then you are a better than the king.PISTOL
The king's a bawcock, and a heart of gold,KING HENRY V
A lad of life, an imp of fame;
Of parents good, of fist most valiant.
I kiss his dirty shoe, and from heart-string
I love the lovely bully. What is thy name?
Harry le Roy.PISTOL
Le Roy! a Cornish name: art thou of Cornish crew?KING HENRY V
No, I am a Welshman.PISTOL
Know'st thou Fluellen?KING HENRY V
Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pateKING HENRY V
Upon Saint Davy's day.
Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day,PISTOL
lest he knock that about yours.
Art thou his friend?KING HENRY V
And his kinsman too.PISTOL
The figo for thee, then!KING HENRY V
I thank you: God be with you!PISTOL
My name is Pistol call'd.KING HENRY V
It sorts well with your fierceness.GOWER
Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER
So! in the name of Jesu Christ, speak lower. It isGOWER
the greatest admiration of 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, you shall
find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle toddle
nor pibble pabble 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.
Why, the enemy is loud; you hear him all night.FLUELLEN
If the enemy is an ass and a fool and a pratingGOWER
coxcomb, 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?
I will speak lower.FLUELLEN
I pray you and beseech you that you will.KING HENRY V
Exeunt GOWER and FLUELLEN
Though it appear a little out of fashion,COURT
There is much care and valour in this Welshman.
Enter three soldiers, JOHN BATES, ALEXANDER COURT, and MICHAEL WILLIAMS
Brother John Bates, is not that the morning whichBATES
I think it be: but we have no great cause to desireWILLIAMS
the approach of day.
We see yonder the beginning of the day, but I thinkKING HENRY V
we shall never see the end of it. Who goes there?
Under what captain serve you?KING HENRY V
Under Sir Thomas Erpingham.WILLIAMS
A good old commander and a most kind gentleman: IKING HENRY V
pray you, what thinks he of our estate?
Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that look to beBATES
washed off the next tide.
He hath not told his thought to the king?KING HENRY V
No; nor it is not meet he should. For, though IBATES
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 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, they stoop with the like
wing. Therefore when he sees reason of fears, as we
do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish
as ours are: yet, in reason, no man should possess
him with any appearance of fear, lest he, by showing
it, should dishearten his army.
He may show what outward courage he will; but IKING HENRY V
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, so we were quit here.
By my troth, I will speak my conscience of the king:BATES
I think he would not wish himself any where but
where he is.
Then I would he were here alone; so should he beKING HENRY V
sure to be ransomed, and a many poor men's lives saved.
I dare say you love him not so ill, to wish him hereWILLIAMS
alone, howsoever you speak this to feel other men's
minds: methinks I could not die any where so
contented as in the king's company; his cause being
just and his quarrel honourable.
That's more than we know.BATES
Ay, or more than we should seek after; for we knowWILLIAMS
enough, if we know we are the kings subjects: if
his cause be wrong, our obedience to the king wipes
the crime of it out of us.
But if the cause be not good, the king himself hathKING HENRY V
a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs and
arms and heads, chopped off in battle, shall join
together at the latter day and cry all 'We died at
such a place;' some swearing, some crying for a
surgeon, some upon their wives left poor behind
them, some upon the debts they owe, some upon their
children rawly left. I am afeard there are few die
well that die in a battle; for how can they
charitably dispose of any thing, when blood is their
argument? 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 of
So, if a son that is by his father sent aboutWILLIAMS
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 not their death, when
they purpose their services. Besides, there is no
king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to
the arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all
unspotted soldiers: some peradventure 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, that
have before gored the gentle bosom of peace with
pillage and robbery. Now, if these men have
defeated the law and outrun native punishment,
though they can outstrip men, they have no wings to
fly from God: war is his beadle, war is vengeance;
so that here men are punished for before-breach of
the king's laws in now the king's quarrel: where
they feared the death, they have borne life away;
and where they would be safe, they perish: then if
they die unprovided, no more is the king guilty of
their damnation than he was before guilty of those
impieties for the which they are now visited. Every
subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's
soul is his own. Therefore should every soldier in
the wars do as every sick man in his bed, wash every
mote out of his conscience: and dying so, death
is to him advantage; or not dying, the time was
blessedly lost wherein such preparation was gained:
and in him that escapes, it were not sin to think
that, making God so free an offer, He let him
outlive that day to see His greatness and to teach
others how they should prepare.
'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill uponBATES
his own head, the king is not to answer it.
But I do not desire he should answer for me; andKING HENRY V
yet I determine to fight lustily for him.
I myself heard the king say he would not be ransomed.WILLIAMS
Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheerfully: butKING HENRY V
when our throats are cut, he may be ransomed, and we
ne'er the wiser.
If I live to see it, I will never trust his word after.WILLIAMS
You pay him then. That's a perilous shot out of anKING HENRY V
elder-gun, 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.
Your reproof is something too round: I should beWILLIAMS
angry with you, if the time were convenient.
Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live.KING HENRY V
I embrace it.WILLIAMS
How shall I know thee again?KING HENRY V
Give me any gage of thine, and I will wear it in myWILLIAMS
bonnet: then, if ever thou darest acknowledge it, I
will make it my quarrel.
Here's my glove: give me another of thine.KING HENRY V
This will I also wear in my cap: if ever thou comeKING HENRY V
to me and say, after to-morrow, 'This is my glove,'
by this hand, I will take thee a box on the ear.
If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it.WILLIAMS
Thou darest as well be hanged.KING HENRY V
Well. I will do it, though I take thee in theWILLIAMS
Keep thy word: fare thee well.BATES
Be friends, you English fools, be friends: we haveKING HENRY V
French quarrels enow, if you could tell how to reckon.
Indeed, the French may lay twenty French crowns toERPINGHAM
one, they will beat us; for they bear them on their
shoulders: but it is no English treason to cut
French crowns, and to-morrow the king himself will
be a clipper.
Exeunt soldiersUpon the king! let us our lives, our souls,
Our debts, our careful wives,
Our children and our sins lay on the king!
We must bear all. O hard condition,
Twin-born with greatness, subject to the breath
Of every fool, whose sense no more can feel
But his own wringing! What infinite heart's-ease
Must kings neglect, that private men enjoy!
And what have kings, that privates have not too,
Save ceremony, save general ceremony?
And what art thou, thou idle 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?
O ceremony, show me but thy worth!
What is thy soul of adoration?
Art thou aught else but place, degree and form,
Creating awe and fear in other men?
Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd
Than they in fearing.
What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,
But poison'd flattery? O, be sick, great greatness,
And bid thy ceremony give thee cure!
Think'st thou the fiery fever will go out
With titles blown from adulation?
Will it give place to flexure and low bending?
Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's knee,
Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream,
That play'st so subtly with a king's repose;
I am a king that find thee, and I know
'Tis not the balm, the sceptre and the ball,
The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,
The intertissued robe of gold and pearl,
The farced 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 ceremony,
Not all these, laid in bed majestical,
Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave,
Who with a body fill'd and vacant mind
Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread;
Never sees horrid night, the child of hell,
But, like a lackey, from the rise to set
Sweats in the eye of Phoebus and all night
Sleeps in Elysium; next day after dawn,
Doth rise and help Hyperion to his horse,
And follows so the ever-running year,
With profitable labour, to his grave:
And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,
Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep,
Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king.
The slave, a member of the country's peace,
Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots
What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace,
Whose hours the peasant best advantages.
My lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence,KING HENRY V
Seek through your camp to find you.
Good old knight,ERPINGHAM
Collect them all together at my tent:
I'll be before thee.
I shall do't, my lord.KING HENRY V
O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts;GLOUCESTER
Possess them not with fear; take from them now
The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers
Pluck their hearts from them. Not to-day, O Lord,
O, not to-day, think not upon the fault
My father made in compassing the crown!
I Richard's body have interred anew;
And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears
Than from it issued forced drops of blood:
Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,
Who twice a-day their wither'd hands hold up
Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built
Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests
Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do;
Though all that I can do is nothing worth,
Since that my penitence comes after all,
My liege!KING HENRY V
My brother Gloucester's voice? Ay;
I know thy errand, I will go with thee:
The day, my friends and all things stay for me.
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| Act 4, Scene 1
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