SHAKESPEARE ON DISK.
                   
     KING HENRY THE FIFTH.

     ACT I.

     PROLOGUE.

          [Enter CHORUS.]

          CHORUS.
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention,-
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act,
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels,
Leash'd-in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire,
Crouch for employment. But pardon, gentles all,
The flat unraised spirits that have dared
On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
So great an object: can this cockpit hold
The vasty fields of France? or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
That did affright the air at Agincourt?
O, pardon! since a crooked figure may
Attest in little place a million;
And let us, ciphers to this great accompt,
On your imaginary forces work.
Suppose within the girdle of these walls
Are now confined two mighty monarchies,
Whose high-upreared and abutting fronts
The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder:
Piece-out our imperfections with your thoughts;
Into a thousand parts divide one man,
And make imaginary puissance;
Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them
Printing their proud hoofs i' th'receiving earth;-
For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings,
Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times,
Turning th'accomplishment of many years
Into an hour-glass: for the which supply,
Admit me Chorus to this history;
Who, prologue-like, your humble patience pray,
Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.     [Exit.]

     SCENE I.

          [London. An ante-chamber in the King's palace.]

          [Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY and the BISHOP
          OF ELY.]

          ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY.
My lord, I'll tell you,- that self bill is urged,                 1/1/1
Which in th'eleventh year of the last king's reign
Was like, and had indeed against us pass'd,
But that the scambling and unquiet time
Did push it out of further question.

          BISHOP OF ELY.
But how, my lord, shall we resist it now?

          ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY.
It must be thought on. If it pass against us,
We lose the better half of our possession;
For all the temporal lands, which men devout
By testament have given to the church,                           1/1/10
Would they strip from us; being valued thus,-
As much as would maintain, to the king's honour,
Full fifteen earls and fifteen hundred knights,
Six thousand and two hundred good esquires;
And, to relief of lazars and weak age,
Of indigent faint souls past corporal toil,
A hundred almshouses right well supplied;
And to the coffers of the king, beside,
A thousand pounds by th'year: thus runs the bill.

          BISHOP OF ELY.
This would drink deep.                                           1/1/20

          ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY.
                       'Twould drink the cup and all.

          BISHOP OF ELY.
But what prevention?

          ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY.
The king is full of grace and fair regard.

          BISHOP OF ELY.
And a true lover of the holy church.

          ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY.
The courses of his youth promised it not.
The breath no sooner left his father's body,
But that his wildness, mortified in him,
Seem'd to die too; yea, at that very moment,
Consideration, like an angel, came,
And whipp'd th'offending Adam out of him,
Leaving his body as a paradise,                                  1/1/30
T'envelop and contain celestial spirits.
Never was such a sudden scholar made;
Never came reformation in a flood,
With such a heady current, scouring faults;
Nor never Hydra-headed wilfulness
So soon did lose his seat, and all at once,
As in this king.

          BISHOP OF ELY.
                 We are blessed in the change.

          ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY.
Hear him but reason in divinity,
And, all-admiring, with an inward wish
You would desire the king were made a prelate:                   1/1/40
Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs,
You would say it hath been all-in-all his study:
List his discourse of war, and you shall hear
A fearful battle render'd you in music:
Turn him to any cause of policy,
The Gordian knot of it he will unloose,
Familiar as his garter:- that, when he speaks,
The air, a charter'd libertine, is still,
And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears,
To steal his sweet and honey'd sentences;                        1/1/50
So that the art and practic part of life
Must be the mistress to this theoric:
Which is a wonder how his Grace should glean it,
Since his addiction was to courses vain;
His companies unletter'd, rude, and shallow;
His hours fill'd up with riots, banquets, sports;
And never noted in him any study,
Any retirement, any sequestration
From open haunts and popularity.

          BISHOP OF ELY.
The strawberry grows underneath the nettle,                      1/1/60
And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best
Neighbor'd by fruit of baser quality:
And so the prince obscured his contemplation
Under the veil of wildness; which, no doubt,
Grew like the summer grass, fastest by night,
Unseen, yet crescive in his faculty.

          ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY.
It must be so; for miracles are ceased;
And therefore we must needs admit the means
How things are perfected.

          BISHOP OF ELY.
                          But, my good lord,
How now for mitigation of this bill                              1/1/70
Urged by the commons? Doth his majesty
Incline to it, or no?

          ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY.
                      He seems indifferent;
Or, rather, swaying more upon our part
Than cherishing th'exhibiters against us:
For I have made an offer to his majesty,-
Upon our spiritual convocation,
And in regard of causes now in hand,
Which I have open'd to his Grace at large,
As touching France,- to give a greater sum
Than ever at one time the clergy yet                             1/1/80
Did to his predecessors part withal.

          BISHOP OF ELY.
How did this offer seem received, my lord?

          ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY.
With good acceptance of his majesty;
Save that there was not time enough to hear-
As, I perceived, his Grace would fain have done-
The severals and unhidden passages
Of his true titles to some certain dukedoms,
And, generally, to the crown and seat of France,
Derived from Edward, his great-grandfather.

          BISHOP OF ELY.
What was th'impediment that broke this off?                      1/1/90

          ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY.
The French ambassador upon that instant
Craved audience;- and the hour, I think, is come
To give him hearing: is it four o'clock?

          BISHOP OF ELY.
It is.

          ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY.
Then go we in, to know his embassy;
Which I could, with a ready guess, declare,
Before the Frenchman speak a word of it.

          BISHOP OF ELY.
I'll wait upon you; and I long to hear it.     [Exeunt.]

    SCENE II.

          [The King's palace. The Presence-chamber.]

          [Enter KING HENRY, GLOSTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, 
          WARWICK, WESTMORELAND, and ATTENDANTS.]

          KING HENRY.
Where is my gracious Lord of Canterbury?                          1/2/1

          DUKE OF EXETER.
Not here in presence.

          KING HENRY.
                       Send for him, good uncle.

          EARL OF WESTMORELAND.
Shall we call in th'ambassador, my liege?

          KING HENRY.
Not yet, my cousin: we would be resolved,
Before we hear him, of some things of weight,
That task our thoughts, concerning us and France.
          
          [Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY and the BISHOP 
          OF ELY.]

          ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY.
God and his angels guard your sacred throne,
And make you long become it!

          KING HENRY.
                              Sure, we thank you.
My learned lord, we pray you to proceed,
And justly and religiously unfold                                1/2/10
Why the law Salique, that they have in France,
Or should, or should not, bar us in our claim:
And God forbid, my dear and faithful lord,
That you should fashion, wrest, or bow your reading,
Or nicely charge your understanding soul
With opening titles miscreate, whose right
Suits not in native colours with the truth;
For God doth know how many, now in health,
Shall drop their blood in approbation
Of what your reverence shall incite us to.                       1/2/20
Therefore take heed how you impawn our person,
How you awake the sleeping sword of war:
We charge you, in the name of God, take heed;
For never two such kingdoms did contend
Without much fall of blood; whose guiltless drops
Are every one a woe, a sore complaint
'Gainst him whose wrongs give edge unto the swords
That make such waste in brief mortality.
Under this conjuration, speak, my lord;
For we will hear, note, and believe in heart                     1/2/30
That what you speak is in your conscience wash'd
As pure as sin with baptism.

          ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY.
Then hear me, gracious sovereign,- and you peers,
That owe yourselves, your lives, and services
To this imperial throne.- There is no bar
To make against your highness' claim to France
But this, which they produce from Pharamond,-
`In terram Salicam mulieres ne succedant,'
"No woman shall succeed in Salique land:"
Which Salique land the French unjustly gloze                     1/2/40
To be the realm of France, and Pharamond
The founder of this law and female bar.
Yet their own authors faithfully affirm
That the land Salique is in Germany,
Between the floods of Sala and of Elbe;
Where Charles the Great, having subdued the Saxons,
There left behind and settled certain French;
Who, holding in disdain the German women
For some dishonest manners of their life,
Establish'd then this law,- to wit, no female                    1/2/50
Should be inheritrix in Salique land:
Which Salique, as I said, 'twixt Elbe and Sala,
Is at this day in Germany call'd Meisen.
Then doth it well appear, the Salique law
Was not devised for the realm of France:
Nor did the French possess the Salique land
Until four hundred one and twenty years
After defunction of King Pharamond,
Idly supposed the founder of this law;
Who died within the year of our redemption                       1/2/60
Four hundred twenty-six; and Charles the Great
Subdued the Saxons, and did seat the French
Beyond the river Sala, in the year
Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say,
King Pepin, which deposed Childeric,
Did, as heir general, being descended
Of Blithild, which was daughter to King Clothair,
Make claim and title to the crown of France.
Hugh Capet also,- who usurp'd the crown
Of Charles the duke of Lorraine, sole heir male                  1/2/70
Of the true line and stock of Charles the Great,-
To find his title with some shows of truth,
Though, in pure truth, it was corrupt and naught,
Convey'd himself as heir to th'Lady Lingar
Daughter to Charlemain, who was the son
To Louis the emperor, and Louis the son
Of Charles the Great. Also King Louis the Tenth,
Who was sole heir to the usurper Capet,
Could not keep quiet in his conscience,
Wearing the crown of France, till satisfied                      1/2/80
That fair Queen Isabel, his grandmother,
Was lineal of the Lady Ermengare,
Daughter to Charles the foresaid duke of Lorraine:
By the which marriage the line of Charles the Great
Was re-united to the crown of France.
So that, as clear as is the summer's sun,
King Pepin's title, and Hugh Capet's claim,
King Louis his satisfaction, all appear
To hold in right and title of the female:
So do the kings of France unto this day;                         1/2/90
Howbeit they would hold up this Salique law
To bar your highness claiming from the female;
And rather choose to hide them in a net
Than amply to imbar their crooked titles
Usurp'd from you and your progenitors.

          KING HENRY.
May I with right and conscience make this claim?

          ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY.
The sin upon my head, dread sovereign!
For in the Book of Numbers is it writ,-
When the man dies, let the inheritance
Descend unto the daughter. Gracious lord,                       1/2/100
Stand for your own; unwind your bloody flag;
Look back into your mighty ancestors:
Go, my dread lord, to your great-grandsire's tomb,
From whom you claim; invoke his warlike spirit,
And your great-uncle's, Edward the Black Prince,
Who on the French ground play'd a tragedy,
Making defeat on the full power of France,
Whiles his most mighty father on a hill
Stood smiling to behold his lion's whelp
Forage in blood of French nobility.                             1/2/110
O noble English, that could entertain
With half their forces the full pride of France,
And let another half stand laughing by,
All out of work and cold for action!

          BISHOP OF ELY.
Awake remembrance of these valiant dead,
And with your puissant arm renew their feats:
You are their heir; you sit upon their throne;
The blood and courage that renowned them
Runs in your veins; and my thrice-puissant liege
Is in the very May-morn of his youth,                           1/2/120
Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises.

          DUKE OF EXETER.
Your brother kings and monarchs of the earth
Do all expect that you should rouse yourself,
As did the former lions of your blood.

          EARL OF WESTMORELAND.
They know your Grace hath cause and means and might;
So hath your highness; never king of England
Had nobles richer and more loyal subjects,
Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England,
And lie pavilion'd in the fields of France.

          ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY.
O, let their bodies follow, my dear liege,                      1/2/130
With blood and sword and fire to win your right:
In aid whereof we of the spirituality
Will raise your highness such a mighty sum
As never did the clergy at one time
Bring in to any of your ancestors.

          KING HENRY.
We must not only arm t'invade the French,
But lay down our proportions to defend
Against the Scot, who will make road upon us
With all advantages.

          ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY.
They of those marches, gracious sovereign,                      1/2/140
Shall be a wall sufficient to defend
Our inland from the pilfering borderers.

          KING HENRY.
We do not mean the coursing snatchers only,
But fear the main intendment of the Scot,
Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to us;
For you shall read that my great-grandfather
Never went with his forces into France,
But that the Scot on his unfurnish'd kingdom
Came pouring, like the tide into a breach,
With ample and brim fullness of his force;                      1/2/150
Galling the gleaned land with hot assays,
Girding with grievous siege castles and towns;
That England, being empty of defence,
Hath shook and trembled at th'ill neighbourhood.

          ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY.
She hath been then more fear'd than harm'd, my liege;
For hear her but exampled by herself:-
When all her chivalry hath been in France,
And she a mourning widow of her nobles,
She hath herself not only well defended
But taken, and impounded as a stray,                            1/2/160
The King of Scots; whom she did send to France,
To fill King Edward's fame with prisoner kings,
And make her chronicle as rich with praise
As is the ooze and bottom of the sea
With sunken wrack and sumless treasuries.

          EARL OF WESTMORELAND.
But there's a saying, very old and true,-
    "If that you will France win,
    Then with Scotland first begin:"
For once the eagle England being in prey,
To her unguarded nest the weasel Scot                           1/2/170
Comes sneaking, and so sucks her princely eggs;
Playing the mouse in absence of the cat,
To spoil and havoc more than she can eat.

          DUKE OF EXETER.
It follows, then, the cat must stay at home:
Yet that is but a curst necessity,
Since we have locks to safeguard necessaries,
And pretty traps to catch the petty thieves.
While that the armed hand doth fight abroad,
Th'advised head defends itself at home;
For government, though high, and low, and lower,                1/2/180
Put into parts, doth keep in one consent,
Congreeing in a full and natural close,
Like music.

          ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY.
            True: therefore doth heaven divide
The state of man in divers functions,
Setting endeavour in continual motion;
To which is fixed, as an aim or butt,
Obedience: for so work the honey-bees, 
Creatures that, by a rule in nature, teach
The art of order to a peopled kingdom.
They have a king, and officers of sorts:                        1/2/190
Where some, like magistrates, correct at home;
Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad;
Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings,
Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds;
Which pillage they with merry march bring home
To the tent-royal of their emperor:
Who, busied in his majesty, surveys
The singing masons building roofs of gold;
The civil citizens kneading-up the honey;
The poor mechanic porters crowding in                           1/2/200
Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate;
The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,
Delivering o'er to executors pale
The lazy yawning drone. I this infer,-
That many things, having full reference
To one consent, may work contrariously:
As many arrows, loosed several ways,
Fly to one mark;
As many several ways meet in one town;
As many fresh streams run in one self sea;                      1/2/210
As many lines close in the dial's centre;
So may a thousand actions, once afoot,
End in one purpose, and be all well borne
Without defeat. Therefore to France, my liege.
Divide your happy England into four;
Whereof take you one quarter into France,
And you withal shall make all Gallia shake.
If we, with thrice such powers left at home,
Cannot defend our own doors from the dog,
Let us be worried, and our nation lose                          1/2/220
The name of hardiness and policy.

          KING HENRY.
Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin.     [Exeunt 
  some ATTENDANTS.]
Now are we well resolved; and, by God's help,
And yours, the noble sinews of our power,
France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe,
Or break it all to pieces: or there we'll sit,
Ruling in large and ample empery
O'er France and all her almost kingly dukedoms,
Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn,
Tombless, with no remembrance over them:                        1/2/230
Either our history shall with full mouth
Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave,
Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth,
Not worship'd with a waxen epitaph.
          [Enter AMBASSADORS of France, attended.]
Now are we well prepared to know the pleasure
Of our fair cousin Dauphin; for we hear
Your greeting is from him, not from the king.

          FIRST AMBASSADOR.
May't please your majesty to give us leave
Freely to render what we have in charge;
Or shall we sparingly show you far off                          1/2/240
The Dauphin's meaning and our embassy?

          KING HENRY.
We are no tyrant, but a Christian king;
Unto whose grace our passion is as subject
As are our wretches fetter'd in our prisons:
Therefore with frank and with uncurbed plainness
Tell us the Dauphin's mind.

          FIRST AMBASSADOR.
                             Thus, then, in few.
Your highness, lately sending into France,
Did claim some certain dukedoms, in the right
Of your great predecessor, King Edward the Third.
In answer of which claim, the prince our master                 1/2/250
Says, that you savour too much of your youth;
And bids you be advised, there's naught in France
That can be with a nimble galliard won;-
You cannot revel into dukedoms there.
He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit,
This tun of treasure; and, in lieu of this,
Desires you let the dukedoms that you claim
Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin speaks.

          KING HENRY.
What treasure, uncle?

          DUKE OF EXETER.
                       Tennis-balls, my liege.

          KING HENRY.
We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us;                 1/2/260
His present and your pains we thank you for:
When we have match'd our rackets to these balls,
We will, in France, by God's grace, play a set
Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard.
Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler
That all the courts of France will be disturb'd
With chases. And we understand him well,
How he comes o'er us with our wilder days,
Not measuring what use we made of them.
We never valued this poor seat of England;                      1/2/270
And therefore, living hence, did give ourself
To barbarous licence; as 'tis ever common
That men are merriest when they are from home.
But tell the Dauphin, I will keep my state,
Be like a king, and show my sail of greatness,
When I do rouse me in my throne of France:
For that I have laid by my majesty,
And plodded like a man for working-days;
But I will rise there with so full a glory,
That I will dazzle all the eyes of France,                      1/2/280
Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on us.
And tell the pleasant prince, this mock of his
Hath turn'd his balls to gun-stones; and his soul
Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance
That shall fly with them: for many a thousand widows
Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands;
Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down;
And some are yet ungotten and unborn
That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn.
But this lies all within the will of God,                       1/2/290
To whom I do appeal; and in whose name,
Tell you the Dauphin, I am coming on,
To venge me as I may, and to put forth
My rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause.
So, get you hence in peace; and tell the Dauphin,
His jest will savour but of shallow wit,
When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it.-
Convey them with safe conduct.- Fare you well.     [Exeunt 
  AMBASSADORS.]


          DUKE OF EXETER.
This was a merry message.

          KING HENRY.
We hope to make the sender blush at it.                         1/2/300
Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour
That may give furtherance to our expedition;
For we have now no thought in us but France,
Save those to God, that run before our business.
Therefore let our proportions for these wars
Be soon collected, and all things thought upon
That may with reasonable swiftness add
More feathers to our wings; for, God before,
We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door.
Therefore let every man now task his thought,                   1/2/310
That this fair action may on foot be brought.     [Flourish. 
  Exeunt.]

     ACT I.
                                                            
     END.