and, in him that escapes, it where 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.

Will. 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill upon his own head, the King is not to answer for it,

Bates, I do not desire he should answer for me; and yet I determine to fight lustily for him. K. Hen. I myself heard the King say, he would not be ransom'd.

Will. Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheerfully: bat, when our throats are cut, he may be ransom'd, and we ne'er the wiser.

K. Hen. If I live to see it, I will never trust his word after,

Will. 'Mass, you'll 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.

K. Hen. Your reproof is something too round; I should be angry with you, if the time were convenient.

Will. Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live.

K. Hen. I embrace it.

Will. How shall I know thee again? K. Hen. Give me any gage of thine, and I will wear it in my bonnet: then, if ever thou darest acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel.

Will. Here's my glove; give ine another of thine.

)

K. Hen. There.

;

Will. This will I also wear in my cap: if ever thou come to me and say, after to-morrow, This is my glove, by this hand, I will take thee a box on the ear.

K. Hen. If ever I live to see it, I will chatlenge it.

Will. Thou darest as well be hang'd.

K. Hen. Well, I will do it, though I take thee in the King's company.

Will. Keep thy word: fare thee well.

Bates. Be friends, you English fools, be friends; we have French quarrels enough, if you could tell how to reckon.

K. Hen. 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 elipper.

[Exeunt Soldiers.

Upon the King! let us our lives, our souls, Our debts, our careful wives, our children, and Our sins, lay on the King; - we must bear all. O hard condition! twin-born with greatness, Subjected 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!

Was is the soul of adoration ?

Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form, Creating awe and fear in other men?

Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd,

Than they in fearing.

What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,
But poison'd flattery? O, be sick, great greatness,
And bid thy ceremony give thee cure!
Think'st thou, the fiery fever will go out
With titles blown from adulation?

Will it give place to flexure and low bending?
Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's

knee, Command the health of it? No, thou proud

dream,

That play'st so subtly with a King's repose;
I am a King, that find thee; and I know,
'Tis not the balm, the scepter, and the ball,
The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,
The entertissued robe of gold and pearl,
The farced title running 'fore the King,
The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp
That beats upon the high shore of this world,
No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony,
Not all these, laid in bed majestical,
Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave;
Who, with a body fill'd, and vacant mind,
Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful

bread:

Never sees horrid night, the child of hell;
But, like a lacquey, 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 labours, to his grave:

And, but for ceremony, such a wretch, Winding up days with toil, and nights with

sleep,

Had the fore-hand and vantage of a King.
The slave, a member of the country's peace,
Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots,
What watch the King keeps to maintain the peace,
Whose hours the peasant best advantages.

Enter ERPINGHAM.

Erp. My Lord, your nobles, jealous of your

absence,

Seek through your camp to find you.

K. Hen. Good old Knight,

Collect them all together at my tent:

I'll be before thee.

Erp. I shall do't, my Lord.

[Exit.

K. Hen. O God of battles! steel my soldiers'

hearts!

Possess them not with fear; take from them

now

The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers
Pluck their hearts from them!
Not to-day,

O Lord,
O not to-day, think not upon the fault
My father made in compassing the crown!
I Richard's hody have interred new;
And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears,
Than from it issued forced drops of blood.
Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,
Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up
Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have

built

Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests Sing still for Richard's soul. More will do: Though all that I can do, is nothing worth;

Since that my penitence comes after all,
Imploring pardon.

Enter GLOSTER.

Glo. My Liege!

K. Hen. My brother Gloster's voice? - Ay; I know thy errand, I will go with thee:

The day, my friends, and all things stay for me.

SCENE II.

The French Camp.

[Exeunt.

Enter Dauphin, ORLEANS, RAMBURES, and

others.

!

Orl. The sun doth gild our armour; up, my Lords,

Dau. Monteza cheval:- My horse! valet! lacquay! ha!

Orl. O brave spirit!

Dau. Via! les eaux et la terre

Orl. Rien puis? l'air et le feu

Dau. Ciel! cousin Orleans.

Enter Constable.

Now! my Lord Constable!

Con. Hark, how our steeds for present ser

vice neigh.

Dau. Mount them, and make incision in

their hides;

That their hot blood may spin in English eyes, And dout them with superfluous courage: Ha! - Ram. What, will you have them weep our