ACT 1
Scene 2
...to hear it.
Enter the King of England, Humphrey Duke of Gloucester, Bedford, Clarence, Warwick, Westmoreland, and Exeter, with other Attendants.
...Lord of Canterbury?
Not here in presence.
...and mighty enterprises.
Your brother kings and monarchs of the Earth
Do all expect that you should rouse yourself
As did the former lions of your blood.
...she can eat.
It follows, then, the cat must stay at home.
Yet that is but a crushed necessity,
Since we have locks to safeguard necessaries
And pretty traps to catch the petty thieves.
While that the armèd hand doth fight abroad,
Th’ advisèd head defends itself at home.
For government, though high and low and lower,
Put into parts, doth keep in one consent,
Congreeing in a full and natural close,
Like music.
...What treasure, uncle?
Tennis balls, my liege.
...conduct.—Fare you well.
This was a merry message.
...foot be brought.
Flourish. They exit.
ACT 2
Scene 2
...we will live.
Enter Exeter, Bedford, and Westmoreland.
...trust these traitors.
They shall be apprehended by and by.
...dream not of.
Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow,
Whom he hath dulled and cloyed with gracious favors—
That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell
His sovereign’s life to death and treachery!
...of their practices.
I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of
Richard, Earl of Cambridge.—
I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of
Henry, Lord Scroop of Masham.—
I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of
Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland.
...king of France.
Flourish. They exit.
Scene 4
...sin As self-neglecting.
Enter Exeter, with Lords and Attendants.
...brother of England?
From him, and thus he greets your Majesty:
He wills you, in the name of God almighty,
That you divest yourself and lay apart
The borrowed glories that, by gift of heaven,
By law of nature and of nations, ’longs
To him and to his heirs—namely, the crown
And all wide-stretchèd honors that pertain
By custom and the ordinance of times
Unto the crown of France. That you may know
’Tis no sinister nor no awkward claim
Picked from the wormholes of long-vanished days
Nor from the dust of old oblivion raked,
He sends you this most memorable line, He offers a paper.
In every branch truly demonstrative,
Willing you overlook this pedigree,
And when you find him evenly derived
From his most famed of famous ancestors,
Edward the Third, he bids you then resign
Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held
From him, the native and true challenger.
...else what follows?
Bloody constraint, for if you hide the crown
Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it.
Therefore in fierce tempest is he coming,
In thunder and in earthquake like a Jove,
That, if requiring fail, he will compel,
And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord,
Deliver up the crown and to take mercy
On the poor souls for whom this hungry war
Opens his vasty jaws, and on your head
Turning the widows’ tears, the orphans’ cries,
The dead men’s blood, the privèd maidens’ groans,
For husbands, fathers, and betrothèd lovers
That shall be swallowed in this controversy.
This is his claim, his threat’ning, and my message—
Unless the Dauphin be in presence here,
To whom expressly I bring greeting too.
...him from England?
Scorn and defiance, slight regard, contempt,
And anything that may not misbecome
The mighty sender, doth he prize you at.
Thus says my king: an if your father’s Highness
Do not, in grant of all demands at large,
Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his Majesty,
He’ll call you to so hot an answer of it
That caves and womby vaultages of France
Shall chide your trespass and return your mock
In second accent of his ordinance.
...the Paris balls.
He’ll make your Paris Louvre shake for it,
Were it the mistress court of mighty Europe.
And be assured you’ll find a difference,
As we his subjects have in wonder found,
Between the promise of his greener days
And these he masters now. Now he weighs time
Even to the utmost grain. That you shall read
In your own losses, if he stay in France.
...at full. Flourish.
Dispatch us with all speed, lest that our king
Come here himself to question our delay,
For he is footed in this land already.
...of this consequence.
Flourish. They exit.
ACT 3
Scene 1
...with your mind.
Enter the King of England, Exeter, Bedford, and Gloucester. Alarum. Enter Soldiers with scaling ladders at Harfleur.
...chambers go off.
They exit.
Scene 3
...is an end.
Enter the King of England and all his train before the gates.
...are we addressed.
Flourish, and enter the town.
ACT 4
Scene 3
...outwear the day.
Enter Gloucester, Bedford, Exeter, Erpingham with all his host, Salisbury, and Westmoreland.
...full threescore thousand.
There’s five to one. Besides, they all are fresh.
...truth of valor.
Farewell, kind lord. Fight valiantly today.
...dispose the day.
They exit.
Scene 6
...French the field.
Enter Exeter.
The Duke of York commends him to your Majesty.
...blood he was.
In which array, brave soldier, doth he lie,
Larding the plain, and by his bloody side,
Yoke-fellow to his honor-owing wounds,
The noble Earl of Suffolk also lies.
Suffolk first died, and York, all haggled over,
Comes to him where in gore he lay insteeped,
And takes him by the beard, kisses the gashes
That bloodily did yawn upon his face.
He cries aloud “Tarry, my cousin Suffolk.
My soul shall thine keep company to heaven.
Tarry, sweet soul, for mine; then fly abreast,
As in this glorious and well-foughten field
We kept together in our chivalry.”
Upon these words I came and cheered him up.
He smiled me in the face, raught me his hand,
And with a feeble grip, 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 kissed his lips,
And so, espoused to death, with blood he sealed
A testament of noble-ending love.
The pretty and sweet manner of it forced
Those waters from me which I would have stopped,
But I had not so much of man in me,
And all my mother came into mine eyes
And gave me up to tears.
...the word through.
They exit.
Scene 7
...comes his Majesty.
Alarum. Enter King Harry, Exeter, Warwick, Gloucester, Heralds and Bourbon with other prisoners. Flourish.
... Enter Montjoy.
Here comes the herald of the French, my liege.
...yonder fellow hither.
Soldier, you must come to the King.
...uncle of Exeter.
They exit.
Scene 8
...a summer’s day.
Enter King of England and Exeter.
...are taken, uncle?
Charles, Duke of Orléans, 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.
...none but thine.
’Tis wonderful.
...more happy men.
They exit.
ACT 5
Scene 2
...the Gallia wars.
Enter at one door, King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, Warwick, Westmoreland, and other Lords. At another, Queen Isabel of France, the King of France, the Princess Katherine and Alice, the Duke of Burgundy, and other French.
...hath good leave.
All but Katherine, and the King of England, and Alice exit.
...petition of monarchs.
Enter the French power, the French King and Queen and Burgundy, and the English Lords Westmoreland and Exeter.
...firm proposèd natures.
Only he hath not yet subscribèd this:
Where your Majesty demands that the King of
France, having any occasion to write for matter of
grant, shall name your Highness in this form and
with this addition, in French: Notre très cher fils
Henri, roi d’ Angleterre, héritier de France; and thus
in Latin: Praeclarissimus filius noster Henricus, rex
Angliae et hœres Franciae.
...speak this Amen!
Amen.
...and prosp’rous be.
Sennet. They exit.