FLUELLEN.Very good.GOWER.Why,this is an arrant counterfeit rascal;I remember him now-a bawd,a cutpurse.FLUELLEN.I'll assure you,'a utt'red as prave words at the pridge as you shall see in a summer's day.But it is very well;what he has spoke to me,that is well,I warrant you,when time is serve.GOWER.Why,'tis a gull a fool a rogue,that now and then goes to the wars to grace himself,at his return into London,under the form of a soldier.And such fellows are perfect in the great commanders'names;and they will learn you by rote where services were done-at such and such a sconce,at such a breach,at such a convoy;who came off bravely,who was shot,who disgrac'd,what terms the enemy stood on;and this they con perfectly in the phrase of war,which they trick up with new-tuned oaths;and what a beard of the General's cut and a horrid suit of the camp will do among foaming bottles and ale-wash'd wits is wonderful to be thought on.But you must learn to know such slanders of the age,or else you may be marvellously mistook.FLUELLEN.I tell you what,Captain Gower,I do perceive he is not the man that he would gladly make show to the world he is;if I find a hole in his coat I will tell him my mind.[Drum within]Hark you,the King is coming;and I must speak with him from the pridge.
Drum and colours.Enter the KING and his poor soldiers,and GLOUCESTER
God pless your Majesty!KING HENRY.How now,Fluellen!Cam'st thou from the bridge?FLUELLEN.Ay,so please your Majesty.The Duke of Exeter has very gallantly maintain'd the pridge;the French is gone off,look you,and there is gallant and most prave passages.Marry,th'athversary was have possession of the pridge;but he is enforced to retire,and the Duke of Exeter is master of the pridge;I can tell your Majesty the Duke is a prave man.KING HENRY.What men have you lost,Fluellen!
FLUELLEN.The perdition of th'athversary hath been very great,reasonable great;marry,for my part,I think the Duke hath lost never a man,but one that is like to be executed for robbing a church-one Bardolph,if your Majesty know the man;his face is all bubukles,and whelks,and knobs,and flames o'fire;and his lips blows at his nose,and it is like a coal of fire,sometimes plue and sometimes red;but his nose is executed and his fire's out.KING HENRY.We would have all such offenders so cut off.And we give express charge that in our marches through the country there be nothing compell'd from the villages,nothing taken but paid for,none of the French upbraided or abused in disdainful language;for when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.
Tucket.Enter MONTJOY
MONTJOY.You know me by my habit.KING HENRY.Well then,I know thee;what shall I know of thee?MONTJOY.My master's mind.KING HENRY.Unfold it.MONTJOY.Thus says my king.Say thou to Harry of England:Though we seem'd dead we did but sleep;advantage is a better soldier than rashness.Tell him we could have rebuk'd him at Harfleur,but
that we thought not good to bruise an injury till it were full ripe.Now we speak upon our cue,and our voice is imperial:England shall repent his folly,see his weakness,and admire our sufferance.Bid him therefore consider of his ransom,which must proportion the losses we have borne,the subjects we have lost,the disgrace we have digested;which,in weight to re-answer,his pettiness would bow under.For our losses his exchequer is too poor;for th'effusion of our blood,the muster of his kingdom too faint a number;and for our disgrace,his own person kneeling at our feet but a weak and worthless satisfaction.To this add defiance;and tell him,for conclusion,he hath betrayed his followers,whose condemnation is pronounc'd.So far my king and master;so much my office.KING HENRY.What is thy name?I know thy quality.MONTJOY.Montjoy.KING HENRY.Thou dost thy office fairly.Turn thee back,And tell thy king I do not seek him now,But could be willing to march on to Calais Without impeachment;for,to say the sooth-Though 'tis no wisdom to
confess so much Unto an enemy of craft and vantage-My people are with sickness much enfeebled;My numbers lessen'd;and those few I have Almost no better than so many French;Who when they were in health,I tell thee,herald,I thought upon one pair of English legs Did march three Frenchmen.Yet forgive me,God,That I do brag thus;this your air of France Hath blown that vice in me;I must repent.Go,therefore,tell thy master here I am;My ransom is this frail and worthless trunk;My army but a weak and sickly guard;Yet,God before,tell him we will come on,Though France himself and such another neighbour Stand in our way.There's for thy labour,Montjoy.Go,bid thy master well advise himself.If we may pass,we will;if we be hind'red,We shall your tawny ground with your red blood Discolour;and so,Montjoy,fare you well.The sum of all our answer is but this:We would not seek a battle as we are;Nor as we are,we say,we will not shun it.So tell your master.MONTJOY.I shall deliver so.Thanks to your Highness.Exit GLOUCESTER.I hope they will not come upon us now.KING HENRY.We are in God's hand,brother,not in theirs.March to the bridge,it now draws toward night;Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves,And on to-morrow bid them march away.Exeunt