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SCENE III.-The English Camp.

Enter the English Host: GLOSTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, SALISBURY, and WESTMORELAND. Glo. Where is the king?

Bed. The king himself is rode to view their battle.

West. Of fighting men they have full threescore thousand.

Exe. There's five to one; besides they all are fresh.

Sal. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds.

God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge:
If we no more meet, till we meet in heaven,
Then, joyfully, my noble lord of Bedford,
My dear lord Gloster, and my good lord
Exeter,

And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu !
Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good
luck go with thee!

Exe. Farewell, kind lord; fight valiantly today :'

And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it, For ou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour. [Exit SALISBURY.

Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness; Princely in both.

West. O that we now had here

Enter King HENRY.

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And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered:
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me,
Shall be my brother: be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition :
Aud gentlemen in England, now a-bed,
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not
here !

And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks,

That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. Enter SALISBURY.

Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed:

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The French are bravely in their battles set,
And will with all expedience + charge on us.
K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds
be so.

West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward now !

K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from England, cousin?

West. God's will, my liege, 'would you and I alone,

Without more help, might fight this battle out! K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwist'd five thousand men ;

Which likes me better, than to wish us one.— You know your places: God be with you all!

Tucket.-Enter MONTJOY.

Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, king Harry,

If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,
For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf,
Before thy most assured overthrow:
Thou needs must be englutted.

mercy,

Besides, in

The Constable desires thee, thou wilt mind
Thy followers of repentance; that their souls
May make a peaceful and a sweet retire
From off these fields, where (wretches) their
Must lie and fester.
poor bodies

K. Hen. Who hath sent thee now !
Mont. The Coustable of France.

K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer back;

Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. Good God! why should they mock poor fellows

thus ?

The man that once did sell the lion's skin
While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting
him.

A many of our bodies shall, no doubt,
Find native graves; upon the which I trust,
Shall witness live in brass of this day's work:
And those that leave their valiant bones in
France,

Dying like men, though buried in your dung

hills,

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Scene IV.

There's not a piece of feather in our host, (Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly,) And time hath worn us into slovenry;

But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim: And my poor soldiers tell me, yet, ere night, They'll be in fresher robes; or they will pluck The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads,

And turn them out of service. If they do this, (As, if God please, they shall,) my ransom then Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour;

Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald; They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints:

Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them, Shall yield them little, tell the Constable.

Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee well:

est dispos: tout a cette heure de couper vostre
gorge,

Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant,
Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns;
Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.

Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie pour l'amour de Dieu me pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison: gardez ma vie, et je vous douneray deux cents escus.

Pist. What are his words?

Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a gentleman of a good house; and, for his ransom, he will give you two hundred crowns.

Pist. Tell him,-my fury shall abate, and I
The crowns will take.

Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il? Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, aucun prisonnier; neantde pardonner moins, pour les escus que vous l'avez promis, Thoa never shalt hear herald any more. [Exit.it est content de vous donner la liberté, le K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again franchisement.

for ransom.

Enter the Duke of YORK,

Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille remerciemens; et je m'estime heareux que je suis tombé entre les mains d'un cheva

York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beglier, je pense, le plus brave, valiant, et tres The leading of the vaward.

K. Hen. Take it, brave York.-Now, soldiers, march away :--

And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-The field of Battle. Alarums: Excursions. Enter FRENCH SOLDIER, PISTOL, and BOY.

Pist. Yield, cur. Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous'estes le gentil-I homme de bonne qualitt.

Pist. Quality, call you me 1-Construe me, art thou a gentleman ? What is thy name? dis

cuss.

Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dien!
Pist. Oh! signieur Dew should be a gentle-

man :

Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and
mark ;-

O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox, t
Except, O siguieur, thou do give to me
Egregious ransom.

distingué seigneur d'Angleterre.

Pist. Expound unto me, boy.

Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thonsand thanks: and he esteems himself happy that he hath fallen into the hands of (as he thinks) the most brave, valorous, and thriceworthy signieur of England.

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Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.[Exit PISTOL. Follow me, cur. Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine. [Erit FRENCH SOLDIER. did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true,-The empty vessel makes the greatest sound. dolph and Nym had ten times more valour than this roaring devil i'the old play, that every one may pare his nails with a wooden dagger; and they are both hanged; and so would this be, if he durst steal any thing adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys, with the luggage of our camp the French might have a good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none to guard it. but boys.

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Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde! ayez pitié SCENE V.-Another part of the Field of

de moy!

Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty

moys;

For I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat,
In drops of crimson blood.

Fr. Sol. Est il impossible d'eschapper la force de ton bras?

Pist. Brass, cur!

Thoa damned and luxurious § mountain goat,
Offer'st me brass?

Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy!

Pist. Say'st thou me so is that a ton of moys! |

Come hither, boy; Ask me this slave in French,

What is his name.

Boy. Escoutez; Comment estes vous appelle?

Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer.

Boy. He says, his name is-master Fer. Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk¶ him, and ferret him ;-discuss the same in French nato him.

Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and

ferret, and firk.

Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut

throat.

his

Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur?
Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que
Dous faites vous prest; car de soldat icy

• Vanguard.

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Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes.- meschante for-
[A short Alarum.
Con. Why, all our ranks are broke.
Do not run away.
Dau. O perdurable shame!-let's stab our-

selves.

Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for ?

Orl. Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?

Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but shame!

Let us die instant. Once more back again;
And he that will not follow Bourbon now,
Let him go bence, and, with his cap in hand,
Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door,
Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog,1
His fairest daughter is contaminate.

Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us

now!

Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives
An old cant word for a sword, so called from a fa- Unto these English, or else die with fame.

mous sword cutler of the name of Fox.

1 The diaphragm. Pieces of money.

Lascivious.
Chastise.

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I. c. Who has no more gentility. 3 N

Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field,
To smother up the English in our throngs,
If any order might be thought upon.

Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the
throng;

Let life be short; else, shame will be too long. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI.-Another part of the Field. Alarums. Enter King HENRY and Forces; EXETER, and others.

K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant countrymen :

But all's not done, yet keep the French the field. Exe. The duke of York commends him to your majesty.

K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle? thrice, with-
in this hour,

I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting;
From helmet to the spur, all blood he was.
Exe. In which array, (brave soldier,) doth
he lie,

Larding the plain and by his bloody side,
(Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,)
The noble earl of Suffolk also lies.

Gow. I think, Alexander the great was born in Macedon; his father was called-Philip of Macedon, as I take it.

Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where Alexander is porn. I tell you, captain,—If you look in the maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations, look you, is both alike. There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth: it is cal led Wye, at Monmouth: but it is out of my prains, what is the name of the other river; bat 'tis all one, 'tis so like as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both. If you mark Alexander's life well, Harry of Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent well; for there is figures in all things. Alexander (God knows, and you know,) in his rages and his furies, aud his wraths, and bis cholers, and his moods, and his displeasures, and his indignations, and also being a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and his angers, look you, kill his pest friend, Clytus.

Gow. Our king is not like him in that; he never killed any of his friends.

Flu. Is it not well done, mark you now, to take tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and finished. I speak but in the figures and comparisons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, being in his ales and his cups; so also Harry Moumouth, being in right wits and his goot judgments, is turn away the fat a-knight with the great pelly-doublet: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks; I am forget his name.

Suffolk first died, and York, all haggled over,
Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd,
And takes him by the beard; kisses the gashes,
That bloodily did yawn upon his face;
And cries aloud.-Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk!
My soul shall thine keep company to heaven:
Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly
breast;

As, in this glorious and well-foughten field,
We kept together in our chivalry!
Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up:
He smil'd me in the face, raught me his hand,
And, with a feeble gripe, says,-Dear my lord,
Commend my service to my sovereign.
So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck

He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips;
And so, espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd
A testament of noble-ending love.

The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd

Gow. Sir John Falstaff.

Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there is goot men born at Monmouth.

Gow. Here comes his majesty.

Alarum. Enter King HENRY, with a part of
the English Forces; WARWICK, GLOSTER,
EXETER, and others.

K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to
France

Those waters from me, which I would have Until this instant.-Take a trumpet, herald;

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Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill;
If they will fight with us, bid them come dowa,
Or void the field; they do offend our sight:
If they'll do neither, we will come to them;
And make them skirr⚫ away as swift as stones
Euforced from the old Assyrian slings:
Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have;
And not a man of them, that we shall take,
Shall taste our mercy :-Go, and tell them so.

Enter MONTJOY.

Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my liege.

Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be.

K. Hen. How now, what means this, herald t know'st thou not,

Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis ex-That I have fin'd these bones of mine for runpressly against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant

som?

a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be Com'st thou again for ransom ↑
offered, in the 'orld; In your conscience now,
is it not?

Mont. No, great king:

I come to thee for charitable license, Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; That we may wander o'er this bloody field and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the bat-To book our dead, and then to bury them; tle, have done this slaughter besides, they have To sort our nobles from our common men; burned and carried away all that was in the For many of our princes (woe the while!) king's tent; wherefore the king, most worthily, Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood; hath caused every soldier to cut his prisoner's (So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs throat. Oh! 'tis a gallant king. In blood of princes ;) and their wounded steeds Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild rage, Yerk out their armed heels at their dead inas

Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain Gower: What call you the town's name, where Alexander the pig was born?

Gow. Alexander the great.

Flu Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? The pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the phrase is a little variations.

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ters,

Killing them twice. O give us leave, great king
To view the field in safety, and dispose,
of their dead bodies.

K. Hen. I tell thee truly, herald,

I know not if the day be our's or no;

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For yet a many of your horseman peer,
And gallop o'er the field.

Mont. The day is your's.

K. llen. Praised be God, and not our strength,
for it!-

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Mont. They call it-Agincourt.
.K. Hen. Then call we this-the field of Agin-I
court,

Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.

Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't please your majesty, and your great uncle Edward the plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the ebronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in France.

K. Hen. They did, Fluellen.

Flu. Your majesty says very true: If your majesties is remembered of it, the Welshman did goot service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps; which, your majesty knows, to this hour is an honourable padge of the service; and, I do believe, your majesty takes no scorn to wear leek upon Saint Tavy's day.

K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour : For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman. Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that: Got pless it and preserve it, as long as it pleases his grace, and his majesty |

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K. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman.

Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's countryman, I care not who know it; I will confess it to all the 'orld: I need not to be ashamed of your majesty, praised be God, so long as your majesty is an honest man.

K. Hen. God keep me so !-Our heralds go
with him;

Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
On both our parts--Call youder fellow hither.
[Points to WILLIAMS. Exeunt MONTJOY

and others.

Ere. Soldier, you must come to the king. K. Hen. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove is thy cap!

Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of one that I should fight withal, if he be alive. K. Hen. An Englishman?

Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that swaggered with me last night who, if 'a live, and ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to take him a box o'the ear: or, if I can see my glove in his cap, (which he swore, as he was a soldier, he would wear, if alive,) I will strike it out soundly.

K. Hen. What think you, captain Fluellen; is it fit this soldier keep his vath?

Fiu. He is a craven and a villain else, an't please your majesty, in my conscience.

K. Hen. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman of great sort, quite from the answer of his degree.

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and myself were down together, I plucked this glove from his belm: if any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alençon and an enemy to our person; if thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an thou dost love me.

Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as can be desired in the hearts of his subjects: would fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall find himself aggriefed at this glove, that is all; but I would fain see it once; an please Got of his grace, that I might see it.

K. Hen: Knowest thon Gower?

Flu. He is my dear friend, an please you. K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to my tent.

Flu. I will fetch him.

[Exit.

K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, and my brother
Gloster,

Follow Fluellen closely at the heels:
The glove, which I have given him for a favour,
May, haply, purchase him a box o'the ear;
It is the soldier's: I, by bargain, should.
Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin War-
wick:

If that the soldier strike him, (as, I judge
By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word,)
Some sudden mischief may arise of it;
For I do know Fluelten valiant,
And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder,
And quickly will return an injury:
Follow, and see there be no harm between
them.-

Go you with me, uncle of Exeter.

[Exeunt.

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Enter GoWER and WILLIAMS.
Will. I warrant it is to knight you, captain.
Enter FLUELLEN.

Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I peseech you now, come apace to the king: there is more goot toward you, peradventure, than is in your knowledge to dream of.

Will. Sir, know you this glove?

Flu. Know the glove? I know the glove is a glove.

Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it. [Strikes him. Flu. 'Sblud, an arrant traitor, as any's in the universal 'orld, or in France, or in England. Gow. How now, Sir? you villain!

Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn? Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give treason his payment into plows, I warrant

you.

Will. I am no traitor.

Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.-I charge you in his majesty's name, apprehend him; he's a friend of the duke of Alençon's.

Enter WARWICK and GLOSTER.
War. How now, how now! what's the mat-

Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman the tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep ter? his vow and his oath; if he be perjured, see Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praise you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain, be Got for it!) a most contagions treasou come and a Jack-sauce, as ever his plack shoe trod to light, look you, as you shall desire in a sum upon Got's ground and his earth, in my consci-mer's day. Here is his majesty.

ence, la.

K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou inret'st the fellow.

Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.
K. Hen. Who servest thou under ?
Hill. Under captain Gower, my liege.
Fla. Gower is a goot captain; and is good
knowledge and literature in the wars.

K. Hen. Call him bither to me, soldier..
Will. I will, my liege.

[Erit. K. Hen. Here, Fluellen; wear thon this favour for me, and stick it in thy cap: When Alençon

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Enter King HENRY and EXETER.

K. Hen. How now! what's the matter?

Flu. My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, look your grace, has struck the glove which your majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon.

Will. My liege, this was my glove; here is the fellow of it and he, that I gave it to in change, promised to wear it in his cap; I pro. mised to strike him, if he did I met this man with my glove in his cap, and I have been as good as my word.

Flu. Your majesty hear now, (saving your majesty's manhood,) what an arrant, raseally,

now.

beggarly, lowsy knave it is: I hope, your ma- Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Lestrale, jesty is pear me testimony, and witness, and Here was a royal fellowship of death!—— avouchments, that this is the glove of Alençon, Where is the number of our English dead? that your majesty gave me, in your conscience [HERALD presents another Paper. Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk, Sir Richard Ketley, Davy Gam, esquire: None else of name; and, of all other men, But five and twenty. O God, thy arm was here, And not to us, but to thy arin alone, Ascribe we all.-When, without stratagem, But in plain shock, and even play of battle, Was ever known so great and little loss, On one part and on the other ?—Take it, God, For it is only thine!

K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier: Look, here is the fellow of it. 'Twas I, indeed, thou promised'st to strike; and thou hast given me most bitter terms.

Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck answer for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld.

K. Hen. How canst thou make me satisfac

tion?

Will. All offences, my liege, come from the heart never came any from mine, that might offend your majesty.

K. Hen. It was ourself thou didst abuse. Will. Your majesty came not like yourself: you appeared to me but as a common mau; witness the night, your garments, your lowliness; and what your highness suffered under that shape, I beseech you take it for your own fault, and not mine: for had you been as I took you for, 1 made no offence; therefore, I beseech your highness, pardon me.

K. Hen. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns,

And give it to this fellow.-Keep it, fellow;
And wear it for an houour in thy cap,
Till I do challenge it.-Give him the crowns:-
And, captain, you must needs be friends with
him.

Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in his pelly :-Hold, there is twelve pence for you, and I pray yon to serve Got, and keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, and dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the petter for you.

Will. I will none of your money.

Flu. It is with a goot will; I can tell you, it will serve you to mend your shoes: Come, wherefore should you be so pashful? your shoes is not so goot: 'tis a goot silling, I warrant you, or I will change it.

Enter an English HERALD.

K. Hen. Now, herald; are the dead number'd?

Her. Here is the number of the slaughter'd French. [Delivers a Paper. K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle?

Exc. Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the king;

John duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt: of other lords and barons, knights and squires, Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand French,

That in the field lie slain of princes, in this number,

And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
One hundred twenty-six added to these,
Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen,
Eight thousand and four hundred; of the
which,

Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights:

So that, in these ten thousand they have lost,
There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries;
The rest are-princes, barons, lords, knights,
'squires.

And gentlemen of blood and quality.
The name of those their nobles that lie dead,-
Charles De-la-bret, high Constable of France;
Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France;
The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures ;
Great-master of France, the brave Sir Guischard
Dauphin;

John duke of Alençon; Antony duke of Erabant,

The brother to the dake of Burgundy;
And Edward duke of Bar: of lusty earls,
Grandpré and Roussi, Fauconberg and Foix,

Eae. 'Tis wonderful!

K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the village :

And be it death proclaimed through our host, To boast of this, or take the praise from God, Which is his only.

Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell how many is killed?

K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgement,

That God fought for us.

Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot.

K. Hen. Do we all holy rites;

Let there be sang Non nobis, and Te Deum
The dead with charity enclos'd in clay,
We'll then to Calais; and to England then;
Where ne'er From France arriv'd more happy
[Exeunt.

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mouth'd sea,

Which, like mighty whiffler 'fore the king,
Seems to prepare his way: so let him land
And, solemnly, see him set on to London.
So swift a pace hath thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Blackheath ;
Where that his lords desire him to have borne
His bruised helmet, and his bended sword,
Before him through the city: he forbids it,
Being free from vainness and self-glorious
pride;

Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent,
Quite from himself to God. But now behold,
in the quick forge and workinghouse of thought,
How London doth pour out her citizens !
The mayor, and all his brethren, in best soit,-
Like to the senators of the antique Rome,
With the plebeians swarming at their heels,-
Go forth, and fetch their conquering Cæsar in:
As, by a lower but by loving likelihood,
Were now the gcueral of our gracious
press I

(As, in good time, he may,) from Ireland
coming,
Bringing rebellion broached & on his sword,
How many would the peaceful city quit,

• The king (says the Chronicles,) caused the psalm In enitulera de Egypte, to be sung after the victory. An officer who walks first in processions.

1 The earl of Essex, in the reign of Elizabeth.
Spitted, transüxed.

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