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you, and there is gallant and most prave passages. Marry, th'

athversary was 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 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 to be executed for robbing a

church- one Bardolph, if your Majesty know the man; his face is

all bubukles, and whelks, 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 and his fire's out.

KING HENRY.

We would have all such offenders so cut off. And we

give express charge that in our marches through the country there

be nothing compell'd 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. Enter MONTJOY

MONTJOY.

You know me by my habit.

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

seem'd dead we did but sleep; advantage is a better soldier than

rashness. Tell him we could have rebuk'd him at Harfleur, but

that we thought not good to bruise an injury till it were full

ripe. Now we speak upon our cue, and our voice is imperial:

England 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 to re-answer, his

pettiness would bow under. For our losses his exchequer is too

poor; for th' effusion of our blood, the muster 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 pronounc'd. So far my king and

master; so much my office.

KING HENRY.

What is thy name? I know thy quality.

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; 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 lessen'd; 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 that vice in me; I must repent.

Go, therefore, tell thy master here I am;

My ransom is this frail and worthless trunk;

My army but a weak and sickly guard;

Yet, God before, tell him we will come on,

Though France himself and such another neighbour

Stand in our way. There's for thy labour, Montjoy.

Go, bid thy master well advise himself.

If we may pass, we will; if we be hind'red,

We shall your tawny ground with your red blood

Discolour; 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 to-morrow bid them march away. Exeunt

SCENE VII. The French camp near Agincourt

Enter the CONSTABLE OF FRANCE, the LORD RAMBURES, the DUKE OF ORLEANS,