Henry V Page #8

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And gentlemen in England

now abed...

shall think themselves accursed

they were not here...

and hold their manhoods cheap...

whiles any speaks

that fought with us...

upon Saint Cispin's day!

My sovereign lord!

Bestow yourself with speed!

The French are bravely

in their battle set...

and will with all expedience

march upon us!

All things are ready

if our minds be so!

Perish the man whose mind

is backward now.

Thou dost not wish more help

from England, coz?

God's will, my liege.

You and I alone, without more help,

could fight this royal battle.

You know your places!

God be with you all!

Once more I come to know

of thee, if for they ransom,

thou wilt now compound before

thy most assured overthrow.

Who hast sent thee now?

The constable of France.

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?

Let me speak proudly.

Tell the constable we are but

warriors for the working day.

Our gayness and our gilt

are all besmirched...

with rainy marching

in the painful field,

but by the mass,

our hearts are in the trim.

Herald,

save thou thy labor.

Come thou no more for ransom,

gentle herald.

They shall have none,

I swear,

but these my joints!

Which, if they have

as I shall leave of them,

shall yield them little.

Tell the constable.

I shall, king Harry.

And so fare thee well.

Thou never shalt

hear herald anymore.

My lord,

most humbly on my knee,

I beg the leading

of the vaward.

Take it, brave York.

Now, soldiers, march away,

and how thou pleasest, God,

dispose the day.

And so our scene must

to the battle fly...

where, oh, for pity

we shall much disgrace...

with four or five

most vile and ragged foils...

right ill-disposed

in brawl ridiculous...

the name of Agincourt.

Ready!

Ready!

- Fire!

Why, all our ranks are broke.

O perdurable shame!

Shame and eternal shame.

Nothing but shame.

Let us die in arms.

Once more back again.

We are enough yet living in the field

to smother up the English in our throngs...

if any order

might be thought upon.

The devil take order now!

I'll to the throng!

Let life be short!

Else shame will be too long!

Well have we done,

thrice-valiant countrymen!

Yet all's not done!

Yet keep the French the field!

Kill the boys and the luggage.

'Tis expressly against

the law of arms.

'Tis as errant a piece

of knavery, mark you now,

as can be offered.

In your conscience,

now, is it not?

'Tis certain there's

not a boy left alive.

I was not angry

since I came to France!

Until this instant!

Here comes the herald

of the French, my liege.

What means this, herald?

Huh? Com'st thou again for ransom?

No! Great king!

I come to thee

for charitable license...

that we may wander o'er this

bloody field to book our dead...

and then to bury them.

To sort our nobles

from our common men.

For many of our princes...

woe the while...

Lie drowned and soaked

in mercenary blood.

O, give us leave, great king,

to view the field in safety...

and to dispose

of their dead bodies.

I tell thee truly, herald,

I know not if the day

be ours or no.

The day is yours.

Praised be god...

and not our strength for it.

What is this castle called...

that stands hard by?

They call it Agincourt.

Then call we this...

the field of Agincourt...

fought on the day

of Crispin Crispianus.

Your grandfather

of famous memory,

an't please your majesty,

and your great-uncle, Edward,

the black prince of Wales,

as I have read

in the Chronicles,

fought a most brave battle

here in France.

They did, Fluellen.

Y-your majesty says very true.

If your majesty

is remembered of it,

the Welshmen did good service in

a garden where leeks did grow,

wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps,

which, as your majesty know,

to this hour is

an honorable badge of service.

And I do believe your majesty

takes no scorn...

to wear the leek

upon St. Davy's day.

I wear it for

a memorable honor,

for I am Welsh, you know,

good my countryman.

All the water in Wye...

cannot wash your majesty's Welsh blood

out of your body, I can tell you that.

God bless it and preserve it, so long

as it pleases his grace...

and his majesty too.

Thanks, good my countryman.

By jeshu, I am your majesty's countryman!

I care not who know it.

I shall confess it to all the world!

And I need not be ashamed

of your majesty, praised be god,

so long as your majesty

is an honest man.

God keep me so.

Doth fortune play

the housewife with me now?

News I have

that my Nell is dead.

Tsk!

Old do I wax,

and from my weary limbs

honor is cudgeled.

Well,

bawd I'll turn...

and something lean

to cutpurse of quick hand.

To England will I steal,

and there I'll... steal.

herald, are

the dead numbered?

Here is the number

of the slaughtered French.

This note doth tell me of...

10,000 French...

that in the field

lie slain.

Of princes

in this number, 126.

Added to these, of knights,

esquires and gallant gentlemen,

eight thousand

and four hundred...

of the which

five hundred...

were but yesterday

dubbed knights.

Here was a royal

fellowship of death.

Where is the number

of our English dead?

"Edward, the duke of York,

"the earl of Suffolk,

"Sir Richard Ketly,

Davy Gam, esquire."

None else of name...

and of all other men...

but five-and-twenty.

'Tis wonderful.

Come.

Go we in procession

to the village...

and be it death proclaimed

through our host...

to boast of this...

or take that praise

from God which is his only.

Is it not lawful,

an't please your majesty,

to tell how many

is killed?

Aye, captain,

but with this acknowledgement:

That God fought...

for us.

Yes, my conscience.

He did us great good.

Do we all holy rites.

Let there be sung

non nobisandte deum.

The dead with charity

enclosed in clay.

And then to Calais...

and to England then,

where ne'er from

France arrived...

more happy men.

~ Non nobis domine, domine ~

~ non nobis domine ~

~ sed nomeni ~

~ sed nomeni ~

~ tuo da gloriam ~

~ Non nobis domine, domine ~

~ non nobis domine ~

~ sed nomeni ~

~ sed nomeni ~

~ tuo da gloriam ~

~ non nobis domine, domine ~

~ non nobis domine ~

~ sed nomeni ~

~ sed nomeni ~

~ tuo da gloriam ~

~ non nobis domine ~

~ non nobis domine ~

~ sed nomeni ~

~ sed nomeni ~

~ tuo da gloriam ~

~ non nobis domine, domine ~

~ non nobis domine ~

~ sed nomeni ~

~ sed nomeni ~

~ tuo da gloriam ~

~ non nobis domine, domine ~

~ non nobis domine ~

~ sed nomeni ~

~ sed nomeni ~

~ tuo da gloriam ~

~ non nobis domine, domine ~

~ non nobis domine ~

~ sed nomeni ~

~ sed nomeni ~

~ tuo da gloriam ~

~ tuo da ~

~ gloriam ~~

Peace to this meeting.

Unto our brother France,

health and fair time of day.

Joy and good wishes to our most fair

and princely cousin Katherine.

And as a branch and member

of this royalty...

by whom this great assembly

is contrived,

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