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Enter KING HENRY , BEDFORD , and GLOUCESTER
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Enter KING HENRY , BEDFORD , and GLOUCESTER
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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,
5 Would men observingly distill it out.
For our bad neighbor makes us early stirrers,
Which is both healthful and good husbandry.
Besides, they are our outward consciences
And preachers to us all, admonishing
10 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.
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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,
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.
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Enter ERPINGHAM
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Enter ERPINGHAM
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Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham.
A good soft pillow for that good white head
15 Were better than a churlish turf of France.
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Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham.
A good soft pillow for that good white head
Were better than a churlish turf of France.
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ERPINGHAM Not so, my liege, this lodging likes me better,
Since I may say, “Now lie I like a king.”
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ERPINGHAM Not so, my liege, this lodging likes me better,
Since I may say, “Now lie I like a king.”
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KING HENRY 'Tis good for men to love their present pains
Upon example. So the spirit is eased.
20 And when the mind is quickened, 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,
25 Commend me to the princes in our camp,
Do my good morrow to them, and anon
Desire them all to my pavilion.
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KING HENRY 'Tis good for men to love their present pains
Upon example. So the spirit is eased.
And when the mind is quickened, 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 all to my pavilion.
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GLOUCESTER We shall, my liege.
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GLOUCESTER We shall, my liege.
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ERPINGHAM Shall I attend your Grace?
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ERPINGHAM Shall I attend your Grace?
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KING HENRY 30 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.
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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.
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ERPINGHAM The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry!
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ERPINGHAM The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry!
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Exeunt all but KING HENRY
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Exeunt all but KING HENRY
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KING HENRY 35 God-a-mercy, old heart, thou speak’st cheerfully.
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KING HENRY God-a-mercy, old heart, thou speak’st cheerfully.
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Enter PISTOL
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Enter PISTOL
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PISTOL Qui vous là?
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PISTOL Qui vous là?
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KING HENRY A friend.
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KING HENRY A friend.
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PISTOL Discuss unto me: art thou officer or art thou base, common, and popular?
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PISTOL Discuss unto me: art thou officer or art thou base, common, and popular?
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KING HENRY 40 I am a gentleman of a company.
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KING HENRY I am a gentleman of a company.
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PISTOL Trail’st thou the puissant pike?
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PISTOL Trail’st thou the puissant pike?
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KING HENRY Even so. What are you?
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KING HENRY Even so. What are you?
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PISTOL As good a gentleman as the emperor.
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PISTOL As good a gentleman as the emperor.
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KING HENRY Then you are a better than the king.
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KING HENRY Then you are a better than the king.
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PISTOL 45 The king’s a bawcock, 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
I love the lovely bully. What is thy name?
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PISTOL The king’s a bawcock, 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
I love the lovely bully. What is thy name?
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KING HENRY 50 Harry le Roy.
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KING HENRY Harry le Roy.
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PISTOL Le Roy? A Cornish name. Art thou of Cornish crew?
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PISTOL Le Roy? A Cornish name. Art thou of Cornish crew?
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KING HENRY No, I am a Welshman.
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KING HENRY No, I am a Welshman.
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PISTOL Know’st thou Fluellen?
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PISTOL Know’st thou Fluellen?
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KING HENRY Yes.
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KING HENRY Yes.
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PISTOL 55 Tell him I’ll knock his leek about his pate
Upon Saint Davy’s day.
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PISTOL Tell him I’ll knock his leek about his pate
Upon Saint Davy’s day.
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KING HENRY Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, lest he knock that about yours.
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KING HENRY Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, lest he knock that about yours.
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PISTOL Art thou his friend?
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PISTOL Art thou his friend?
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KING HENRY 60 And his kinsman too.
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KING HENRY And his kinsman too.
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PISTOL The figo for thee then!
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PISTOL The figo for thee then!
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KING HENRY I thank you. God be with you.
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KING HENRY I thank you. God be with you.
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PISTOL My name is Pistol called.
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PISTOL My name is Pistol called.
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Exit
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Exit
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KING HENRY It sorts well with your fierceness.
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KING HENRY It sorts well with your fierceness.
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Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER
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Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER
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GOWER 65 Captain Fluellen.
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GOWER Captain Fluellen.
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FLUELLEN So. In the name of Jesu Christ, speak fewer. It is the greatest admiration 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, 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.
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FLUELLEN So. In the name of Jesu Christ, speak fewer. It is the greatest admiration 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, 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.
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GOWER 75 Why, the enemy is loud. You hear him all night.
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GOWER Why, the enemy is loud. You hear him all night.
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FLUELLEN If the enemy is an ass and a fool and a prating 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?
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FLUELLEN If the enemy is an ass and a fool and a prating 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?
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GOWER 80 I will speak lower.
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GOWER I will speak lower.
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FLUELLEN I pray you and beseech you that you will.
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FLUELLEN I pray you and beseech you that you will.
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Exeunt GOWER and FLUELLEN
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Exeunt GOWER and FLUELLEN
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KING HENRY Though it appear a little out of fashion,
There is much care and valor in this Welshman.
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KING HENRY Though it appear a little out of fashion,
There is much care and valor in this Welshman.
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Enter three soldiers, John BATES , Alexander COURT , and Michael WILLIAMS
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Enter three soldiers, John BATES , Alexander COURT , and Michael WILLIAMS
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COURT Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks yonder?
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COURT Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks yonder?
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BATES I think it be, but we have no great cause to desire the approach of day.
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BATES I think it be, but we have no great cause to desire the approach of day.
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WILLIAMS We see yonder the beginning of the day, but I think we shall never see the end of it.—Who goes there?
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WILLIAMS We see yonder the beginning of the day, but I think we shall never see the end of it.—Who goes there?
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KING HENRY 90 A friend.
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KING HENRY A friend.
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WILLIAMS Under what captain serve you?
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WILLIAMS Under what captain serve you?
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KING HENRY Under Sir Thomas Erpingham.
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KING HENRY Under Sir Thomas Erpingham.
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WILLIAMS A good old commander and a most kind gentleman. I pray you, what thinks he of our estate?
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WILLIAMS A good old commander and a most kind gentleman. I pray you, what thinks he of our estate?
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BATES He hath not told his thought to the king?
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BATES He hath not told his thought to the king?
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KING HENRY No. Nor it is not meet 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 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.
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KING HENRY No. Nor it is not meet 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 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.
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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, so we were quit here.
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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, so we were quit here.
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KING HENRY By my troth, I will speak my conscience of the king. I think he would not wish himself anywhere but where he is.
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KING HENRY By my troth, I will speak my conscience of the king. I think he would not wish himself anywhere but where he is.
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KING HENRY I dare say you love him not so ill to wish him here alone, howsoever you speak this to feel 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.
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KING HENRY I dare say you love him not so ill to wish him here alone, howsoever you speak this to feel 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.
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WILLIAMS That’s more than we know.
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WILLIAMS That’s more than we know.
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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.
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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.
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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, 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 anything, 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, who to disobey were against all proportion of subjection.
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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, 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 anything, 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, who to disobey were against all proportion of subjection.
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KING HENRY So, if a son that is by his father sent about 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 arbitrament 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 His 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.
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KING HENRY So, if a son that is by his father sent about 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 arbitrament 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 His 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.
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WILLIAMS 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill upon his own head. The king is not to answer it.
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WILLIAMS 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill upon his own head. The king is not to answer it.
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BATES I do not desire he should answer for me, and yet I determine to fight lustily for him.
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BATES I do not desire he should answer for me, and yet I determine to fight lustily for him.
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KING HENRY I myself heard the king say he would not be ransomed.
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KING HENRY I myself heard the king say he would not be ransomed.
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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.
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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.
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KING HENRY If I live to see it, I will never trust his word after.
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KING HENRY If I live to see it, I will never trust his word after.
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WILLIAMS You pay him then. That’s a perilous shot out of an 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.
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WILLIAMS You pay him then. That’s a perilous shot out of an 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.
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KING HENRY Your reproof is something too round. I should be angry with you if the time were convenient.
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KING HENRY Your reproof is something too round. I should be angry with you if the time were convenient.
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WILLIAMS Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live.
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WILLIAMS Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live.
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KING HENRY 190 I embrace it.
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KING HENRY I embrace it.
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WILLIAMS How shall I know thee again?
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WILLIAMS How shall I know thee again?
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KING HENRY Give me any gage of thine, and I will wear it in my bonnet. Then, if ever thou dar’st acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel.
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KING HENRY Give me any gage of thine, and I will wear it in my bonnet. Then, if ever thou dar’st acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel.
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WILLIAMS 195 Here’s my glove. Give me another of thine.
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WILLIAMS Here’s my glove. Give me another of thine.
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KING HENRY There.
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KING HENRY There.
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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 thee a box on the ear.
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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 thee a box on the ear.
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KING HENRY 200 If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it.
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KING HENRY If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it.
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WILLIAMS Thou dar’st as well be hanged.
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WILLIAMS Thou dar’st as well be hanged.
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KING HENRY Well, I will do it, though I take thee in the king’s company.
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KING HENRY Well, I will do it, though I take thee in the king’s company.
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WILLIAMS Keep thy word. Fare thee well.
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WILLIAMS Keep thy word. Fare thee well.
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BATES Be friends, you English fools, be friends. We have French quarrels enough, if you could tell how to reckon.
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BATES Be friends, you English fools, be friends. We have French quarrels enough, if you could tell how to reckon.
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KING HENRY Indeed, the French may lay twenty French crowns to one they will beat us, for they bear them on their shoulders. But it is no English treason to cut French crowns, and tomorrow the king himself will be a clipper.
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KING HENRY Indeed, the French may lay twenty French crowns to one they will beat us, for they bear them on their shoulders. But it is no English treason to cut French crowns, and tomorrow the king himself will be a clipper.
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Exeunt soldiers
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Exeunt soldiers
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We must bear all. O hard condition,
Twin-born with greatness, subject to the breath
Of every fool, whose sense no more can feel
215 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 idol ceremony?
220 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?
225 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,
230 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 from adulation?
Will it give place to flexure and low bending?
235 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 scepter, and the ball,
240 The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,
The intertissued robe of gold and pearl,
The farcèd title running 'fore the king,
The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp
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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 idol 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 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 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 scepter, and the ball,
The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,
The intertissued robe of gold and pearl,
The farcèd title running 'fore the king,
The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp
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That beats upon the high shore of this world.
245 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 filled and vacant mind,
Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread;
250 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,
255 And follows so the ever-running year
With profitable labor to his grave.
And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,
Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep,
Had the forehand and vantage of a king.
260 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.
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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 filled and vacant mind,
Gets him to rest, crammed 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 labor to his grave.
And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,
Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep,
Had the forehand 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.
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Enter ERPINGHAM
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Enter ERPINGHAM
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ERPINGHAM My lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence,
265 Seek through your camp to find you.
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ERPINGHAM My lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence,
Seek through your camp to find you.
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KING HENRY Good old knight,
Collect them all together at my tent.
I’ll be before thee.
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KING HENRY Good old knight,
Collect them all together at my tent.
I’ll be before thee.
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ERPINGHAM I shall do’t, my lord.
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ERPINGHAM I shall do’t, my lord.
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KING HENRY 270 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
Pluck their hearts from them. Not today, O Lord,
Oh, not today, think not upon the fault
275 My father made in compassing 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,
280 Who twice a day their withered 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,
285 Since that my penitence comes after all,
Imploring pardon.
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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
Pluck their hearts from them. Not today, O Lord,
Oh, not today, think not upon the fault
My father made in compassing 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 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,
Imploring pardon.
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Enter GLOUCESTER
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Enter GLOUCESTER
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GLOUCESTER My liege.
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GLOUCESTER My liege.
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KING HENRY My brother Gloucester’s voice.—Ay,
I know thy errand. I will go with thee.
290 The day, my friends, and all things stay for me.
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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 for me.
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Enter KING HENRY , BEDFORD , and GLOUCESTER
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Enter KING HENRY , BEDFORD , and GLOUCESTER
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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,
5 Would men observingly distill it out.
For our bad neighbor makes us early stirrers,
Which is both healthful and good husbandry.
Besides, they are our outward consciences
And preachers to us all, admonishing
10 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.
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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,
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.
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Enter ERPINGHAM
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Enter ERPINGHAM
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Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham.
A good soft pillow for that good white head
15 Were better than a churlish turf of France.
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Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham.
A good soft pillow for that good white head
Were better than a churlish turf of France.
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ERPINGHAM Not so, my liege, this lodging likes me better,
Since I may say, “Now lie I like a king.”
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ERPINGHAM Not so, my liege, this lodging likes me better,
Since I may say, “Now lie I like a king.”
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KING HENRY 'Tis good for men to love their present pains
Upon example. So the spirit is eased.
20 And when the mind is quickened, 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,
25 Commend me to the princes in our camp,
Do my good morrow to them, and anon
Desire them all to my pavilion.
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KING HENRY 'Tis good for men to love their present pains
Upon example. So the spirit is eased.
And when the mind is quickened, 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 all to my pavilion.
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GLOUCESTER We shall, my liege.
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GLOUCESTER We shall, my liege.
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ERPINGHAM Shall I attend your Grace?
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ERPINGHAM Shall I attend your Grace?
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KING HENRY 30 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.
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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.
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ERPINGHAM The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry!
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ERPINGHAM The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry!
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KING HENRY 35 God-a-mercy, old heart, thou speak’st cheerfully.
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KING HENRY God-a-mercy, old heart, thou speak’st cheerfully.
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Enter PISTOL
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Enter PISTOL
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PISTOL Qui vous là?
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PISTOL Qui vous là?
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KING HENRY A friend.
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KING HENRY A friend.
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PISTOL Discuss unto me: art thou officer or art thou base, common, and popular?
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PISTOL Discuss unto me: art thou officer or art thou base, common, and popular?
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KING HENRY 40 I am a gentleman of a company.
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KING HENRY I am a gentleman of a company.
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PISTOL Trail’st thou the puissant pike?
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PISTOL Trail’st thou the puissant pike?
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KING HENRY Even so. What are you?
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KING HENRY Even so. What are you?
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PISTOL As good a gentleman as the emperor.
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PISTOL As good a gentleman as the emperor.
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KING HENRY Then you are a better than the king.
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KING HENRY Then you are a better than the king.
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PISTOL 45 The king’s a bawcock, 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
I love the lovely bully. What is thy name?
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PISTOL The king’s a bawcock, 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
I love the lovely bully. What is thy name?
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KING HENRY 50 Harry le Roy.
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KING HENRY Harry le Roy.
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PISTOL Le Roy? A Cornish name. Art thou of Cornish crew?
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PISTOL Le Roy? A Cornish name. Art thou of Cornish crew?
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KING HENRY No, I am a Welshman.
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KING HENRY No, I am a Welshman.
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PISTOL Know’st thou Fluellen?
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PISTOL Know’st thou Fluellen?
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KING HENRY Yes.
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KING HENRY Yes.
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PISTOL 55 Tell him I’ll knock his leek about his pate
Upon Saint Davy’s day.
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PISTOL Tell him I’ll knock his leek about his pate
Upon Saint Davy’s day.
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KING HENRY Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, lest he knock that about yours.
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KING HENRY Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, lest he knock that about yours.
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PISTOL Art thou his friend?
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PISTOL Art thou his friend?
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KING HENRY 60 And his kinsman too.
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KING HENRY And his kinsman too.
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PISTOL The figo for thee then!
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PISTOL The figo for thee then!
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KING HENRY I thank you. God be with you.
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KING HENRY I thank you. God be with you.
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PISTOL My name is Pistol called.
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PISTOL My name is Pistol called.
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KING HENRY It sorts well with your fierceness.
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KING HENRY It sorts well with your fierceness.
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Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER
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Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER
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GOWER 65 Captain Fluellen.
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GOWER Captain Fluellen.
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FLUELLEN So. In the name of Jesu Christ, speak fewer. It is the greatest admiration 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, 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.
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FLUELLEN So. In the name of Jesu Christ, speak fewer. It is the greatest admiration 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, 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.
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GOWER 75 Why, the enemy is loud. You hear him all night.
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GOWER Why, the enemy is loud. You hear him all night.
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FLUELLEN If the enemy is an ass and a fool and a prating 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?
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FLUELLEN If the enemy is an ass and a fool and a prating 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?
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GOWER 80 I will speak lower.
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GOWER I will speak lower.
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FLUELLEN I pray you and beseech you that you will.
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FLUELLEN I pray you and beseech you that you will.
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KING HENRY Though it appear a little out of fashion,
There is much care and valor in this Welshman.
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KING HENRY Though it appear a little out of fashion,
There is much care and valor in this Welshman.
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COURT Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks yonder?
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COURT Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks yonder?
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BATES I think it be, but we have no great cause to desire the approach of day.
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BATES I think it be, but we have no great cause to desire the approach of day.
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WILLIAMS We see yonder the beginning of the day, but I think we shall never see the end of it.—Who goes there?
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WILLIAMS We see yonder the beginning of the day, but I think we shall never see the end of it.—Who goes there?
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KING HENRY 90 A friend.
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KING HENRY A friend.
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WILLIAMS Under what captain serve you?
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WILLIAMS Under what captain serve you?
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KING HENRY Under Sir Thomas Erpingham.
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KING HENRY Under Sir Thomas Erpingham.
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WILLIAMS A good old commander and a most kind gentleman. I pray you, what thinks he of our estate?
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WILLIAMS A good old commander and a most kind gentleman. I pray you, what thinks he of our estate?
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BATES He hath not told his thought to the king?
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BATES He hath not told his thought to the king?
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KING HENRY No. Nor it is not meet 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 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.
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KING HENRY No. Nor it is not meet 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 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.
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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, so we were quit here.
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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, so we were quit here.
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KING HENRY By my troth, I will speak my conscience of the king. I think he would not wish himself anywhere but where he is.
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KING HENRY By my troth, I will speak my conscience of the king. I think he would not wish himself anywhere but where he is.
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KING HENRY I dare say you love him not so ill to wish him here alone, howsoever you speak this to feel 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.
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KING HENRY I dare say you love him not so ill to wish him here alone, howsoever you speak this to feel 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.
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WILLIAMS That’s more than we know.
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WILLIAMS That’s more than we know.
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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.
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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.
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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, 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 anything, 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, who to disobey were against all proportion of subjection.
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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, 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 anything, 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, who to disobey were against all proportion of subjection.
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KING HENRY So, if a son that is by his father sent about 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 arbitrament 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 His 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.
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KING HENRY So, if a son that is by his father sent about 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 arbitrament 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 His 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.
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WILLIAMS 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill upon his own head. The king is not to answer it.
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WILLIAMS 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill upon his own head. The king is not to answer it.
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BATES I do not desire he should answer for me, and yet I determine to fight lustily for him.
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BATES I do not desire he should answer for me, and yet I determine to fight lustily for him.
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KING HENRY I myself heard the king say he would not be ransomed.
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KING HENRY I myself heard the king say he would not be ransomed.
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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.
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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.
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KING HENRY If I live to see it, I will never trust his word after.
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KING HENRY If I live to see it, I will never trust his word after.
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WILLIAMS You pay him then. That’s a perilous shot out of an 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.
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WILLIAMS You pay him then. That’s a perilous shot out of an 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.
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KING HENRY Your reproof is something too round. I should be angry with you if the time were convenient.
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KING HENRY Your reproof is something too round. I should be angry with you if the time were convenient.
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WILLIAMS Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live.
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WILLIAMS Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live.
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KING HENRY 190 I embrace it.
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KING HENRY I embrace it.
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WILLIAMS How shall I know thee again?
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WILLIAMS How shall I know thee again?
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KING HENRY Give me any gage of thine, and I will wear it in my bonnet. Then, if ever thou dar’st acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel.
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KING HENRY Give me any gage of thine, and I will wear it in my bonnet. Then, if ever thou dar’st acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel.
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WILLIAMS 195 Here’s my glove. Give me another of thine.
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WILLIAMS Here’s my glove. Give me another of thine.
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KING HENRY There.
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KING HENRY There.
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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 thee a box on the ear.
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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 thee a box on the ear.
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KING HENRY 200 If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it.
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KING HENRY If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it.
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WILLIAMS Thou dar’st as well be hanged.
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WILLIAMS Thou dar’st as well be hanged.
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KING HENRY Well, I will do it, though I take thee in the king’s company.
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KING HENRY Well, I will do it, though I take thee in the king’s company.
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WILLIAMS Keep thy word. Fare thee well.
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WILLIAMS Keep thy word. Fare thee well.
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BATES Be friends, you English fools, be friends. We have French quarrels enough, if you could tell how to reckon.
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BATES Be friends, you English fools, be friends. We have French quarrels enough, if you could tell how to reckon.
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KING HENRY Indeed, the French may lay twenty French crowns to one they will beat us, for they bear them on their shoulders. But it is no English treason to cut French crowns, and tomorrow the king himself will be a clipper.
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KING HENRY Indeed, the French may lay twenty French crowns to one they will beat us, for they bear them on their shoulders. But it is no English treason to cut French crowns, and tomorrow the king himself will be a clipper.
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We must bear all. O hard condition,
Twin-born with greatness, subject to the breath
Of every fool, whose sense no more can feel
215 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 idol ceremony?
220 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?
225 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,
230 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 from adulation?
Will it give place to flexure and low bending?
235 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 scepter, and the ball,
240 The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,
The intertissued robe of gold and pearl,
The farcèd title running 'fore the king,
The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp
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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 idol 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 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 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 scepter, and the ball,
The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,
The intertissued robe of gold and pearl,
The farcèd title running 'fore the king,
The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp
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That beats upon the high shore of this world.
245 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 filled and vacant mind,
Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread;
250 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,
255 And follows so the ever-running year
With profitable labor to his grave.
And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,
Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep,
Had the forehand and vantage of a king.
260 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.
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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 filled and vacant mind,
Gets him to rest, crammed 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 labor to his grave.
And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,
Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep,
Had the forehand 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.
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Enter ERPINGHAM
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Enter ERPINGHAM
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ERPINGHAM My lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence,
265 Seek through your camp to find you.
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ERPINGHAM My lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence,
Seek through your camp to find you.
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KING HENRY Good old knight,
Collect them all together at my tent.
I’ll be before thee.
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KING HENRY Good old knight,
Collect them all together at my tent.
I’ll be before thee.
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ERPINGHAM I shall do’t, my lord.
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ERPINGHAM I shall do’t, my lord.
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Exit
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Exit
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KING HENRY 270 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
Pluck their hearts from them. Not today, O Lord,
Oh, not today, think not upon the fault
275 My father made in compassing 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,
280 Who twice a day their withered 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,
285 Since that my penitence comes after all,
Imploring pardon.
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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
Pluck their hearts from them. Not today, O Lord,
Oh, not today, think not upon the fault
My father made in compassing 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 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,
Imploring pardon.
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Enter GLOUCESTER
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Enter GLOUCESTER
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GLOUCESTER My liege.
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GLOUCESTER My liege.
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KING HENRY My brother Gloucester’s voice.—Ay,
I know thy errand. I will go with thee.
290 The day, my friends, and all things stay for me.
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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 for me.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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