Henry V

0:00:36 > 0:00:38DOG BARKS IN THE DISTANCE

0:01:02 > 0:01:06'O for a Muse of fire,

0:01:06 > 0:01:09'that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

0:01:09 > 0:01:14'A kingdom for a stage, princes to act

0:01:14 > 0:01:16'and monarchs to behold the swelling scene.

0:01:18 > 0:01:24'Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, assume the port of Mars.

0:01:34 > 0:01:38'Suppose within the girdle of these walls are now confined

0:01:38 > 0:01:40'two mighty monarchies,

0:01:40 > 0:01:43'whose high upreared and abutting fronts

0:01:43 > 0:01:46'the perilous, narrow ocean parts asunder.

0:01:50 > 0:01:57'Can this cockpit hold the vasty fields of France?

0:01:57 > 0:02:00'Or may we cram within this wooden "O"

0:02:00 > 0:02:05'the very casques that did affright the air at Agincourt?'

0:02:05 > 0:02:08DISTANT SCREAMS AND BATTLE CRIES

0:02:08 > 0:02:14In nominum nostrum Iesum Christum. Amen.

0:02:14 > 0:02:15ALL: Amen.

0:02:15 > 0:02:20'And let us, ciphers to this great account,

0:02:20 > 0:02:24'on your imaginary forces work.

0:02:24 > 0:02:29'Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts...

0:02:33 > 0:02:37'..for tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings,

0:02:37 > 0:02:42'carry them here and there, jumping o'er times,

0:02:42 > 0:02:46'turning th'accomplishment of many years into an hourglass.

0:02:48 > 0:02:54'For the which supply, admit me, Chorus, to this history.'

0:03:17 > 0:03:20The King is full of grace and fair regard.

0:03:20 > 0:03:22And a true lover of the holy church.

0:03:22 > 0:03:25The courses of his youth promised it not.

0:03:26 > 0:03:29The breath no sooner left his father's body,

0:03:29 > 0:03:32but that his wildness, mortified in him, seemed to die too.

0:03:32 > 0:03:36Never was such a sudden scholar made.

0:03:39 > 0:03:42Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs,

0:03:42 > 0:03:45you would say it hath been all in all his study.

0:03:46 > 0:03:48List his discourse of war

0:03:48 > 0:03:51and you shall hear a fearful battle rendered you in music.

0:03:51 > 0:03:55Which is a wonder how his grace should glean it.

0:03:55 > 0:03:58The strawberry grows underneath the nettle,

0:03:58 > 0:04:01and wholesome berries thrive and ripen best

0:04:01 > 0:04:04neighboured by fruit of baser quality.

0:04:06 > 0:04:11And so the Prince obscured his contemplation

0:04:11 > 0:04:13under the veil of wildness.

0:04:34 > 0:04:35But my good lord,

0:04:35 > 0:04:40how now for mitigation of this bill urged by the Commons?

0:04:40 > 0:04:41It must be thought on.

0:04:41 > 0:04:47If it pass against us, we lose the better half of our possession.

0:04:47 > 0:04:50All the temporal lands which men devout have given to the Church,

0:04:50 > 0:04:52would they strip from us,

0:04:52 > 0:04:54and to the coffers of the King besides,

0:04:54 > 0:04:58a thousand pounds by the year. Thus runs the bill.

0:04:58 > 0:05:00This would drink deep.

0:05:00 > 0:05:02Twould drink the cup and all.

0:05:02 > 0:05:06Doth his majesty incline to it, or no?

0:05:06 > 0:05:09He seems indifferent,

0:05:09 > 0:05:13or rather, swaying more upon our part.

0:05:14 > 0:05:17For I have made an offer to his majesty,

0:05:17 > 0:05:20upon our spiritual convocation,

0:05:20 > 0:05:22as touching...

0:05:22 > 0:05:24France...

0:05:27 > 0:05:32..to give a greater sum than ever at one time the clergy yet did

0:05:32 > 0:05:34to his predecessor's part withal.

0:05:36 > 0:05:38How did this offer seem received?

0:05:38 > 0:05:41With good acceptance of his majesty...

0:05:42 > 0:05:46..save that there was not time enough to hear.

0:05:46 > 0:05:47What was th'impediment?

0:05:49 > 0:05:53The French ambassador upon that instant craved audience,

0:05:53 > 0:05:57and the time, I think, is come to give him hearing.

0:05:57 > 0:05:58Is it four o'clock? It is.

0:05:59 > 0:06:01Then go we in, to hear his embassy.

0:06:01 > 0:06:05I'll wait upon you, and I long to hear it.

0:06:21 > 0:06:23Where is my gracious Lord of Canterbury?

0:06:23 > 0:06:25Here, my Lord.

0:06:27 > 0:06:29Bring him forward, good uncle.

0:06:31 > 0:06:34Shall we call in the French ambassador, my Liege? Not yet.

0:06:36 > 0:06:38We would be resolved, before we hear him,

0:06:38 > 0:06:41of some things of weight that task our thoughts

0:06:41 > 0:06:43concerning us and France.

0:06:53 > 0:06:57God and his angels guard your sacred throne and make you long become it!

0:06:57 > 0:07:00Sure, we thank you.

0:07:02 > 0:07:05My learned lord, we pray you to proceed

0:07:05 > 0:07:08and justly and religiously unfold

0:07:08 > 0:07:11if I may now with conscience make this claim.

0:07:12 > 0:07:15And God forbid, my dear and faithful lord, that you should fashion,

0:07:15 > 0:07:19wrest or bow your reading or nicely charge your understanding soul

0:07:19 > 0:07:21with opening titles miscreate.

0:07:21 > 0:07:25For God doth know how many now in health shall drop their blood

0:07:25 > 0:07:28in approbation of what your reverence shall incite us to.

0:07:30 > 0:07:33Therefore take heed how you impawn our person...

0:07:34 > 0:07:38..how you awake our sleeping sword of war,

0:07:38 > 0:07:41we charge you in the name of God, take heed.

0:07:42 > 0:07:44For never two such kingdoms did contend

0:07:44 > 0:07:49without much fall of blood, whose guiltless drops are every one a woe.

0:07:51 > 0:07:54Under this conjuration speak, my lord, for we will hear, note,

0:07:54 > 0:07:58and believe in heart that what you speak is in your conscience washed

0:07:58 > 0:08:00as pure as sin with baptism.

0:08:01 > 0:08:05Then hear me, gracious sovereign, and you peers

0:08:05 > 0:08:09that owe your selves, your lives and services to this imperial throne.

0:08:12 > 0:08:17There is no bar to make against your highness' claim to France.

0:08:18 > 0:08:22Gracious lord, stand for your own,

0:08:22 > 0:08:24unwind your bloody flag,

0:08:24 > 0:08:27look back into your mighty ancestors.

0:08:30 > 0:08:34Go, my dread lord, to your great-grandsire's tomb,

0:08:34 > 0:08:38invoke his warlike spirit, and your great-uncle's,

0:08:38 > 0:08:43Edward the Black Prince, who on the French ground played a tragedy,

0:08:43 > 0:08:46making defeat on the full power of France.

0:08:46 > 0:08:49Awake remembrance of these valiant dead,

0:08:49 > 0:08:53and with your puissant arm renew their feats.

0:08:53 > 0:08:57You are their heir, you sit upon their throne,

0:08:57 > 0:09:01the blood and courage that renowned them runs in your veins,

0:09:01 > 0:09:06and my thrice-puissant liege is in the very May-morn of his youth,

0:09:06 > 0:09:10ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises.

0:09:19 > 0:09:22Your brother kings and monarchs of the Earth do all expect

0:09:22 > 0:09:27that you should rouse yourself as did the former lions of your blood.

0:09:30 > 0:09:33They know your grace hath cause,

0:09:33 > 0:09:37and means, and might - so doth your highness.

0:09:37 > 0:09:40Never king of England had nobles richer

0:09:40 > 0:09:44and more loyal subjects, whose hearts have left their bodies

0:09:44 > 0:09:49here in England and lie pavilioned in the fields of France.

0:09:49 > 0:09:50O let their bodies follow,

0:09:50 > 0:09:53my blood and sword and fire to win your right.

0:09:54 > 0:09:56Therefore to France, my liege.

0:10:18 > 0:10:21Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin.

0:10:30 > 0:10:36Now are we well resolved, and by God's help and yours,

0:10:36 > 0:10:38the noble sinews of our power,

0:10:38 > 0:10:40France being ours,

0:10:40 > 0:10:45we'll bend it to our awe or break it all to pieces.

0:10:45 > 0:10:47DOOR OPENS

0:11:15 > 0:11:17Now are we well prepared to know the pleasure

0:11:17 > 0:11:20of our fair cousin Dauphin,

0:11:20 > 0:11:22for we hear your greeting is from him, not from the King.

0:11:27 > 0:11:30May't please your majesty to give us leave freely

0:11:30 > 0:11:33to render what we have in charge?

0:11:34 > 0:11:38Or shall we sparingly show you the Dauphin's meaning?

0:11:42 > 0:11:44We are no tyrant, but a Christian king.

0:11:46 > 0:11:48Therefore with frank and with uncurbed plainness,

0:11:48 > 0:11:49tell us the Dauphin's mind.

0:11:52 > 0:11:54Thus then, in few.

0:11:56 > 0:12:00Your highness, lately sending into France,

0:12:00 > 0:12:02did claim some certain dukedoms

0:12:02 > 0:12:06in the right of your great predecessor, King Edward the Third.

0:12:08 > 0:12:13In answer of which claim, the Prince, our master, says

0:12:13 > 0:12:17that you savour too much of your youth and bids you be advised -

0:12:18 > 0:12:22there's naught in France that can be with a nimble galliard won.

0:12:24 > 0:12:27You cannot revel into dukedoms there.

0:12:29 > 0:12:33He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit,

0:12:33 > 0:12:34this tun of treasure,

0:12:34 > 0:12:39and in lieu of this, desires you let the dukedoms that you claim

0:12:39 > 0:12:40hear no more of you.

0:12:43 > 0:12:45This the Dauphin speaks.

0:12:48 > 0:12:50What treasure, Uncle?

0:13:16 > 0:13:17Tennis balls, my liege.

0:13:32 > 0:13:35HENRY CHUCKLES

0:13:37 > 0:13:40We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us.

0:13:42 > 0:13:44His present and your pains, we thank you for.

0:13:48 > 0:13:53When we have matched our rackets to these balls,

0:13:53 > 0:13:57we will in France, by God's grace, play a set

0:13:57 > 0:14:00shall strike his father's crown into the hazard.

0:14:01 > 0:14:04Tell him, he hath made a match with such a wrangler

0:14:04 > 0:14:08that all the courts of France shall be disturbed with chasers.

0:14:13 > 0:14:16And we understand him well,

0:14:16 > 0:14:18how he comes oer'st with our wilder days,

0:14:18 > 0:14:21not measuring what use we made of them.

0:14:21 > 0:14:23We never valued this poor seat of England,

0:14:23 > 0:14:27and therefore living hence did give ourself to barbarous license.

0:14:27 > 0:14:30As is ever common that men are merriest when they are from home.

0:14:30 > 0:14:35But tell the Dauphin I will keep my state,

0:14:35 > 0:14:38be like a king and show my sail of greatness,

0:14:38 > 0:14:42when I do rouse me in my throne of France.

0:14:42 > 0:14:44And I will rise there,

0:14:44 > 0:14:48with so full a glory that I will dazzle all the eyes of France,

0:14:48 > 0:14:51yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on us.

0:14:52 > 0:14:58And tell the pleasant Prince,

0:14:58 > 0:15:04this mock of his hath turned his balls to gun-stones,

0:15:04 > 0:15:06and his soul shall stand sore charged

0:15:06 > 0:15:09for the wasteful vengeance that shall fly with them.

0:15:11 > 0:15:14For many a thousand widows shall this, his mock,

0:15:14 > 0:15:16mock out of their dear husbands,

0:15:16 > 0:15:18mock mothers from their sons,

0:15:18 > 0:15:20mock castles down,

0:15:20 > 0:15:22and some are yet ungotten and unborn

0:15:22 > 0:15:25that shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn.

0:15:29 > 0:15:31But this lies all within the will of God, to whom I do appeal,

0:15:31 > 0:15:34and in whose name, tell you the Dauphin

0:15:34 > 0:15:37I am coming on to venge me as I may,

0:15:37 > 0:15:41and to put forth my rightful hand in a well-hallowed cause.

0:15:41 > 0:15:43So get you hence in peace.

0:15:43 > 0:15:47And tell the Dauphin his jest will savour but of shallow wit,

0:15:47 > 0:15:51when thousands weep more than did laugh at it.

0:15:53 > 0:15:54Convey him with safe conduct.

0:16:16 > 0:16:19This was a merry message.

0:16:21 > 0:16:23We hope to make the sender blush at it.

0:16:25 > 0:16:27Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour

0:16:27 > 0:16:29that may give furtherance to our expedition,

0:16:29 > 0:16:32for we have now no thought in us but France,

0:16:32 > 0:16:34save those to God that run before our business.

0:16:34 > 0:16:39Therefore let our proportions for these wars be soon collected

0:16:39 > 0:16:42and all things thought upon that may with reasonable swiftness

0:16:42 > 0:16:44add more feathers to our wings,

0:16:44 > 0:16:51for God before, we'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door.

0:16:58 > 0:17:01Therefore let every man now task his thought,

0:17:01 > 0:17:05that this fair action may on foot be brought.

0:17:14 > 0:17:17MUSIC AND LOUD CHATTER

0:17:20 > 0:17:23'Now all the youth of England are on fire.'

0:17:23 > 0:17:25Pistol!

0:17:28 > 0:17:31'Now thrive the armourers,

0:17:31 > 0:17:35'and honour's thought reigns solely in the breast of every man.

0:17:41 > 0:17:45'For now sits expectation in the air

0:17:45 > 0:17:48'and hides a sword from hilts unto the point

0:17:48 > 0:17:52'with crowns imperial, crowns and coronets,

0:17:52 > 0:17:54'promised to Harry and his followers.

0:17:56 > 0:18:00'The French, advised by good intelligence

0:18:00 > 0:18:05'of this most dreadful preparation, shake in their fear.

0:18:05 > 0:18:10'O, England, model to thy inward greatness,

0:18:10 > 0:18:14'like little body with a mighty heart,

0:18:14 > 0:18:18'what mightst thou do, that honour would thee do

0:18:18 > 0:18:23'were all thy children kind and natural?'

0:18:23 > 0:18:29HE LAUGHS Well met, Corporal Nym.

0:18:29 > 0:18:33Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph.

0:18:33 > 0:18:37What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends yet?

0:18:37 > 0:18:39For my part I care not.

0:18:40 > 0:18:44I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends,

0:18:44 > 0:18:50and we'll be all three sworn brothers to France.

0:18:50 > 0:18:54Faith, I will live so long as I may.

0:18:55 > 0:18:57That's the certain of it.

0:18:57 > 0:18:59And when I cannot live any longer...

0:19:01 > 0:19:02..I will do as I may.

0:19:03 > 0:19:07That is the rendezvous of it.

0:19:07 > 0:19:10It is certain, Corporal.

0:19:12 > 0:19:15He is married to Nell Quickly...

0:19:17 > 0:19:20..and certainly she hath done you wrong,

0:19:20 > 0:19:22for you were troth-plight to her.

0:19:22 > 0:19:25I cannot tell. Things must be as they may.

0:19:26 > 0:19:28Men may sleep,

0:19:28 > 0:19:32and they may have their throats about them at that time,

0:19:32 > 0:19:35and some say knives have edges.

0:19:35 > 0:19:38It must be as it may. Well, I cannot tell.

0:19:40 > 0:19:44Ah, come on, duckling. Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife.

0:19:44 > 0:19:47Good Corporal, be patient here.

0:19:47 > 0:19:50Nym! Nym!

0:19:50 > 0:19:52How now, mine host Pistol?

0:19:52 > 0:19:55Base tyke, call'st thou me host?

0:19:55 > 0:19:57Now by this hand I swear I scorn the term

0:19:57 > 0:20:00and nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.

0:20:00 > 0:20:02No, by my troth, not long.

0:20:02 > 0:20:04For we cannot lodge and board a dozen or 14 gentlewomen

0:20:04 > 0:20:06that live honestly by the prick of their needles

0:20:06 > 0:20:10but it will be thought we keep a bawdy-house straight. WOMAN LAUGHS

0:20:10 > 0:20:13O, well-a-day, lady, if he be not drawn!

0:20:13 > 0:20:16Now we shall see wilful adultery and murder committed.

0:20:17 > 0:20:21Pish! Pish for thee, Iceland dog,

0:20:21 > 0:20:23thou prick-eared cur of Iceland!

0:20:23 > 0:20:29Good Corporal Nym, show thy valour and put up your sword.

0:20:30 > 0:20:32PISTOL LAUGHS

0:20:32 > 0:20:34Will you shog off?

0:20:34 > 0:20:37I would have you solus!

0:20:37 > 0:20:42Solus, egregious dog? O, viper vile!

0:20:42 > 0:20:45For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up,

0:20:45 > 0:20:48and flashing fire will follow.

0:20:48 > 0:20:50You cannot conjure me.

0:20:51 > 0:20:55I have an humour to knock you indifferently well.

0:20:55 > 0:21:01Hear me! Hear me! Hear what I say.

0:21:01 > 0:21:04He that strikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts,

0:21:04 > 0:21:06as I am a soldier.

0:21:09 > 0:21:12I will cut thy throat one time or other, in fair terms,

0:21:12 > 0:21:14that is the humour of it.

0:21:14 > 0:21:16Mine host Pistol,

0:21:16 > 0:21:18you must come to my master.

0:21:18 > 0:21:21And you, hostess. He is very sick and would to bed.

0:21:21 > 0:21:25Faith, he's very ill.

0:21:25 > 0:21:28By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of these days.

0:21:28 > 0:21:30The King has killed his heart.

0:21:33 > 0:21:36As ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir John.

0:21:37 > 0:21:42Ah, poor heart! Sweet men, come to him.

0:21:47 > 0:21:51The King hath run bad humours on the knight, that's the even of it.

0:21:51 > 0:21:54Nym, thou hast spoke the right.

0:21:54 > 0:21:58His heart is fracted and corroborate.

0:22:01 > 0:22:06The King is a good king, but it must be as it may.

0:22:06 > 0:22:07HE SIGHS

0:22:17 > 0:22:21Come, shall I make you two friends?

0:22:24 > 0:22:27We must to France together.

0:22:27 > 0:22:29I shall have my eight shillings?

0:22:30 > 0:22:33A noble shalt thou have, and present pay,

0:22:33 > 0:22:36and liquor likewise will I give to thee,

0:22:36 > 0:22:40and friendship shall combine and brotherhood.

0:22:40 > 0:22:44I'll live by Nym and Nym shall live by me. Give me thy hand.

0:22:44 > 0:22:48I shall have my noble? In cash, most justly paid.

0:22:48 > 0:22:50Well, then...

0:22:50 > 0:22:52that's the humour of it.

0:22:52 > 0:22:56BOTH LAUGH Tis well, tis well.

0:22:59 > 0:23:02# Bring me some sack

0:23:02 > 0:23:04# In a cup made of gold

0:23:04 > 0:23:06# Drink to the health

0:23:06 > 0:23:09# Of the Henry of old

0:23:09 > 0:23:11ALL: # Bring me some sack

0:23:11 > 0:23:14# In a cup made of straw

0:23:14 > 0:23:16# I shall not want

0:23:16 > 0:23:19# For true love no more. #

0:23:37 > 0:23:39DOG BARKS

0:23:46 > 0:23:52Come, let us in to condole Falstaff,

0:23:52 > 0:23:55for, lambkins, we will live.

0:24:35 > 0:24:37Bardolph, be blithe.

0:24:39 > 0:24:42Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins.

0:24:45 > 0:24:47Husband...

0:24:48 > 0:24:51..bristle thy courage up.

0:24:51 > 0:24:55For Falstaff, he is dead.

0:24:59 > 0:25:00Dead?

0:25:02 > 0:25:06Then we must yearn therefore.

0:25:08 > 0:25:12Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is,

0:25:12 > 0:25:16either in heaven or in hell!

0:25:16 > 0:25:20Sure, he's not in hell.

0:25:21 > 0:25:24He's in Arthur's bosom,

0:25:24 > 0:25:26if ever man went to Arthur's bosom.

0:25:28 > 0:25:33A' parted him just between 12 and one,

0:25:33 > 0:25:35even at the turning o' the tide.

0:25:37 > 0:25:42For after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers

0:25:42 > 0:25:48and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way.

0:25:48 > 0:25:50For his nose was as sharp as a pen...

0:25:53 > 0:25:54..and a' babbled of green fields.

0:25:56 > 0:25:59"How now, sir John!" quoth I.

0:25:59 > 0:26:01"What, man! Be o' good cheer."

0:26:02 > 0:26:08So cried out, "God, God, God!" three or four times.

0:26:08 > 0:26:11Now I, to comfort him, bid him a' should not think of God.

0:26:11 > 0:26:14I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet.

0:26:16 > 0:26:19So a' bade me lay more clothes on his feet.

0:26:21 > 0:26:23I put my hand in the bed and felt them.

0:26:26 > 0:26:28And they were as cold as any stone.

0:26:31 > 0:26:32Then I felt to his knees...

0:26:34 > 0:26:36..and they were as cold as any stone.

0:26:38 > 0:26:40And so upward and upward...

0:26:42 > 0:26:45..and all was as cold as any stone.

0:26:49 > 0:26:52Did he cry out for sack?

0:26:52 > 0:26:56Ay, that a' did.

0:26:57 > 0:26:59And for women?

0:26:59 > 0:27:01ALL CHUCKLE

0:27:01 > 0:27:03Nay,

0:27:03 > 0:27:05that a' did not.

0:27:05 > 0:27:09Yea, that a' did,

0:27:09 > 0:27:11and said they were devils incarnate.

0:27:13 > 0:27:16A' could never abide carnation. 'Twas a colour he never liked.

0:27:16 > 0:27:18ALL CHUCKLE

0:27:22 > 0:27:28Shall we shog? The king will be gone from Southampton.

0:27:28 > 0:27:30Come, let us away.

0:27:32 > 0:27:35My love, give me thy lips.

0:27:38 > 0:27:41Look to my chattels and my movables.

0:27:41 > 0:27:46Trust none, for oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,

0:27:46 > 0:27:48and hold-fast is the only dog, my duck.

0:27:48 > 0:27:51Yoke-fellows in arms, let us to France.

0:27:53 > 0:27:55Touch her soft mouth, and march.

0:27:57 > 0:27:59Farewell, hostess.

0:28:13 > 0:28:19I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it, but...

0:28:23 > 0:28:25..adieu.

0:28:41 > 0:28:42Keep close, I thee command.

0:28:46 > 0:28:48Farewell.

0:28:51 > 0:28:53Adieu.

0:29:45 > 0:29:49Thus comes the English with full power upon us,

0:29:49 > 0:29:52and more than carefully it us concerns

0:29:52 > 0:29:55to answer royally in our defences.

0:29:55 > 0:29:58Therefore the Duke of Orleans shall make forth,

0:29:58 > 0:30:03and you, Prince Dauphin, with all swift dispatch,

0:30:03 > 0:30:06the line and new repair our towns of war

0:30:06 > 0:30:09with men of courage and with means defendant,

0:30:09 > 0:30:12for England his approaches

0:30:12 > 0:30:15makes as fierce as waters to the sucking of a gulf.

0:30:15 > 0:30:20My most redoubted father, it is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe.

0:30:20 > 0:30:26I say, 'tis meet we all go forth and let us do it with no show of fear, for, my good liege,

0:30:26 > 0:30:31she is so idly king'd, her sceptre so fantastically borne

0:30:31 > 0:30:35by a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth, that fear attends her not.

0:30:35 > 0:30:37CONSTABLE BANGS TABLE

0:30:38 > 0:30:40Peace, Prince Dauphin!

0:30:40 > 0:30:44You are too much mistaken in this king.

0:30:44 > 0:30:47Question your grace the late ambassador,

0:30:47 > 0:30:50with what great state he heard their embassy,

0:30:50 > 0:30:51how modest in exception,

0:30:51 > 0:30:56and withal how terrible in constant resolution.

0:30:56 > 0:30:59'Tis not so, my lord high constable.

0:31:00 > 0:31:03But though we think it so, it is no matter.

0:31:04 > 0:31:08In cases of defence 'tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.

0:31:21 > 0:31:25Think we King Harry strong,

0:31:25 > 0:31:28and, princes, look you strongly arm to meet him.

0:31:28 > 0:31:30For he is bred out of that bloody strain that haunted us

0:31:30 > 0:31:32in our familiar paths.

0:31:32 > 0:31:37Witness our too much memorable shame when all our princes

0:31:37 > 0:31:39captiv'd by the hand of that black name,

0:31:39 > 0:31:42Edward, Black Prince of Wales.

0:31:42 > 0:31:46This is a stem of that victorious stock.

0:31:46 > 0:31:51And let us fear his native mightiness and fate of him.

0:31:55 > 0:31:57Ambassadors from Harry, King of England,

0:31:57 > 0:32:01do crave admittance to Your Majesty.

0:32:04 > 0:32:06We'll give him present audience. Go, and bring him.

0:32:11 > 0:32:15You see, this chase is hotly followed, friends.

0:32:15 > 0:32:19Turn head, and stop pursuit.

0:32:19 > 0:32:21For coward dogs most spend their mouths

0:32:21 > 0:32:24when what they seem to threaten runs far before them.

0:32:29 > 0:32:30Good my sovereign.

0:32:30 > 0:32:33Take up the English short,

0:32:33 > 0:32:36and let them know of what a monarchy you are the head.

0:32:38 > 0:32:41Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.

0:32:44 > 0:32:46DOOR OPENS

0:33:12 > 0:33:14From our brother England?

0:33:14 > 0:33:18From him, and thus he greets Your Majesty.

0:33:18 > 0:33:21He wills you, in the name of God Almighty...

0:33:23 > 0:33:26..that you divest yourself and lay apart the borrow'd glories

0:33:26 > 0:33:30that by gift of heaven,

0:33:30 > 0:33:34by law of nature and of nations, belong to him and to his heirs.

0:33:36 > 0:33:39That you may know 'tis no sinister nor no awkward claim

0:33:39 > 0:33:43picked from the worm-holes of long-vanished days,

0:33:43 > 0:33:45nor from the dust of old oblivion raked,

0:33:45 > 0:33:48he sends you this most memorable line,

0:33:48 > 0:33:50in every branch truly demonstrative.

0:33:59 > 0:34:00Overlook this pedigree

0:34:00 > 0:34:03and when you find him evenly derived

0:34:03 > 0:34:07from his most famed of famous ancestors, Edward III,

0:34:07 > 0:34:11he bids you then resign your crown and kingdom,

0:34:11 > 0:34:15indirectly held from him, the native and true challenger.

0:34:17 > 0:34:19Or else what follows?

0:34:20 > 0:34:22Bloody constraint.

0:34:23 > 0:34:26For if you hide the crown even in your hearts,

0:34:26 > 0:34:27there will he rake for it.

0:34:30 > 0:34:33Therefore in fierce tempest is he coming,

0:34:33 > 0:34:37in thunder and in earthquake, like a Jove,

0:34:37 > 0:34:40and bids you, in the bowels of the Lord, deliver up the crown

0:34:40 > 0:34:44and to take mercy on the poor souls for whom this hungry war

0:34:44 > 0:34:46opens his vasty jaws,

0:34:46 > 0:34:51and on your head turning the widows' tears,

0:34:51 > 0:34:53the orphans' cries, the dead men's blood,

0:34:53 > 0:34:59the pining maidens' groans, for husbands, fathers and betrothed lovers

0:34:59 > 0:35:02that shall be swallow'd in this controversy.

0:35:02 > 0:35:04This is his claim...

0:35:05 > 0:35:07..his threatening...

0:35:09 > 0:35:10..and my message...

0:35:13 > 0:35:17..unless the Dauphin be in presence here...

0:35:18 > 0:35:21..to whom expressly I bring greeting too.

0:35:23 > 0:35:27For us, we will consider of this further.

0:35:28 > 0:35:33To-morrow shall you bear our full intent back to our brother England.

0:35:33 > 0:35:34For the Dauphin...

0:35:39 > 0:35:40..I stand here for him.

0:35:42 > 0:35:44What to him from England?

0:35:46 > 0:35:50Scorn and defiance, slight regard, contempt.

0:35:50 > 0:35:54Thus says my king - that if your father's highness do not, in grant

0:35:54 > 0:35:59of all demands at large, sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty...

0:36:00 > 0:36:02..he'll call you to so hot an answer of it

0:36:02 > 0:36:05that caves and womby vaultages of France shall chide your trespass

0:36:05 > 0:36:09and return your mock in second accent of his ordnance.

0:36:15 > 0:36:18I desire nothing but odds with England.

0:36:19 > 0:36:22To that end, as matching to his youth and vanity,

0:36:22 > 0:36:24I did present him with the Paris balls.

0:36:24 > 0:36:29He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it.

0:36:29 > 0:36:32And be assured, you'll find a difference,

0:36:32 > 0:36:36as we his subjects have in wonder found,

0:36:36 > 0:36:38between the promise of his greener days

0:36:38 > 0:36:41and these he masters now.

0:36:41 > 0:36:43Now, he weighs time,

0:36:43 > 0:36:45even to the utmost grain,

0:36:45 > 0:36:52that you shall read in your own losses, if he stay in France.

0:36:55 > 0:36:59Tomorrow shall you know our mind at full.

0:37:00 > 0:37:02Dispatch us with all speed,

0:37:02 > 0:37:05lest that our king come here himself to question our delay.

0:37:05 > 0:37:09You shall be soon dispatched with fair conditions.

0:37:10 > 0:37:14A night is but small breath and little pause

0:37:14 > 0:37:18to answer matters of this consequence.

0:37:34 > 0:37:39Suppose now that you see the English fleet

0:37:39 > 0:37:43with silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning,

0:37:43 > 0:37:48hear the shrill whistle which doth order give to sounds confused,

0:37:48 > 0:37:51behold, the threaden sails borne with the invisible

0:37:51 > 0:37:57and creeping wind, draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea,

0:37:57 > 0:37:59breasting the lofty surge.

0:38:02 > 0:38:06O, do but think you stand upon the ravage

0:38:06 > 0:38:10and behold a city on the inconstant billows dancing.

0:38:10 > 0:38:15For so appears this fleet majestical, holding due course to Harfleur.

0:38:18 > 0:38:20Follow! Follow!

0:38:20 > 0:38:23For who is he, whose chin is

0:38:23 > 0:38:27but enrich'd with one appearing hair that will not follow these

0:38:27 > 0:38:32cull'd and choice-drawn cavaliers to France?

0:38:33 > 0:38:36Land, my lord.

0:38:45 > 0:38:48No King of England, if not King of France.

0:38:50 > 0:38:53Suppose that Exeter from the French comes back,

0:38:53 > 0:38:58tells Harry that the King doth offer him Katherine his daughter

0:38:58 > 0:39:02and with her, to dowry, some petty and unprofitable dukedoms.

0:39:07 > 0:39:10The offer likes not.

0:39:11 > 0:39:13Work, work your thoughts,

0:39:13 > 0:39:15and therein see a siege.

0:39:15 > 0:39:18Behold the ordnance on their carriages

0:39:18 > 0:39:22with fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.

0:39:46 > 0:39:52The nimble gunner with linstock now the devilish cannon touches...

0:39:54 > 0:39:58..and down goes all before them.

0:40:16 > 0:40:19MEN SCREAM

0:40:34 > 0:40:36Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more!

0:40:36 > 0:40:38Or close the wall up with our English dead!

0:40:46 > 0:40:50In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness

0:40:50 > 0:40:53and humility. But when the blast of war blows in our ears,

0:40:53 > 0:40:57then imitate the action of the tiger. Stiffen the sinews,

0:40:57 > 0:41:02summon up the blood. Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage.

0:41:02 > 0:41:05Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide.

0:41:05 > 0:41:10Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit to his full height.

0:41:10 > 0:41:14On, on, you noblest English!

0:41:15 > 0:41:17Dishonour not your mothers.

0:41:17 > 0:41:21Now attest that those whom you called fathers did beget you.

0:41:21 > 0:41:26Be copy now to men of grosser blood, and teach them how to war.

0:41:36 > 0:41:37And you...

0:41:40 > 0:41:43..good yeoman,

0:41:43 > 0:41:47whose limbs were made in England...

0:41:49 > 0:41:52..show us here the mettle of your pasture.

0:41:53 > 0:41:57Let us swear that you are worth your breeding - which I doubt not.

0:41:59 > 0:42:01For there is none of you so mean and base,

0:42:01 > 0:42:04that hath not noble lustre in your eyes.

0:42:06 > 0:42:08I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,

0:42:08 > 0:42:11straining upon the start.

0:42:11 > 0:42:13The game's afoot.

0:42:13 > 0:42:16Follow your spirit, and upon this charge,

0:42:16 > 0:42:21cry God for Harry, England, and St George!

0:42:21 > 0:42:23ALL CHEER

0:42:29 > 0:42:34To the breach, to the breach!

0:42:37 > 0:42:39Pray thee, corporal, stay.

0:42:41 > 0:42:43The knocks are too hot,

0:42:43 > 0:42:47and for mine own part I have not a case of lives.

0:42:47 > 0:42:51The humour of it is too hot, and that is the very plain sum of it.

0:42:52 > 0:42:56The plain sum is most just. The humour is still abound.

0:42:57 > 0:43:03# Knocks go and come God's vassals drop and die... #

0:43:04 > 0:43:12And sword and shield, in bloody field, doth win immortal fame.

0:43:18 > 0:43:22I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.

0:43:22 > 0:43:24And I!

0:43:27 > 0:43:29Up to the breach, you dogs!

0:43:29 > 0:43:32Avaunt, you cullions!

0:43:32 > 0:43:34Be merciful, great duke, to men of mould.

0:43:34 > 0:43:36Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage.

0:43:36 > 0:43:40Abate thy rage, great duke!

0:43:40 > 0:43:43Good bawcock, bate thy rage!

0:43:43 > 0:43:44Use lenity, sweet chuck.

0:43:44 > 0:43:48BATTLE CRIES

0:45:08 > 0:45:11How yet resolves the governor of the town?

0:45:13 > 0:45:15To our best mercy give yourselves.

0:45:15 > 0:45:20Or like to men proud of destruction defy us to our worst.

0:45:20 > 0:45:24For as I am a soldier - a name that in my thoughts becomes me best -

0:45:24 > 0:45:26if I begin the battery once again I will not leave

0:45:26 > 0:45:31the half-achieved Harfleur till in her ashes she lie buried.

0:45:34 > 0:45:37The gates of mercy shall be all shut up.

0:45:37 > 0:45:40And the flesh'd soldier, rough and hard of heart,

0:45:40 > 0:45:46in liberty of bloody hand shall range with conscience wide as hell,

0:45:46 > 0:45:51mowing like grass your fresh-fair virgins and your flowering infants.

0:45:51 > 0:45:56What is it, then, to me, if impious war,

0:45:56 > 0:46:00array'd in flames like to the prince of fiends,

0:46:00 > 0:46:02do with his smirch'd complexion

0:46:02 > 0:46:07all fell feats enlink'd to waste and desolation?

0:46:08 > 0:46:13What is't to me, when you yourselves are cause,

0:46:13 > 0:46:18if your pure maidens fall into the hand of hot and forcing violation?

0:46:18 > 0:46:21Therefore, you men of Harfleur, take pity of your town

0:46:21 > 0:46:26and of your people, whiles yet my soldiers are in my command,

0:46:26 > 0:46:29whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace o'erblows

0:46:29 > 0:46:34the filthy and contagious clouds of heady murder, spoil and villainy.

0:46:34 > 0:46:40If not, why, in a moment look to see the blind and bloody soldier

0:46:40 > 0:46:45with foul hand defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters.

0:46:45 > 0:46:48Your fathers, taken by the silver beards

0:46:48 > 0:46:51and their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls.

0:46:51 > 0:46:55Your naked infants spitted upon pikes,

0:46:55 > 0:46:58whiles the mad mothers with their howls confused

0:46:58 > 0:46:59do break the clouds,

0:46:59 > 0:47:03as did the wives of Jewry at Herod's bloody-hunting slaughtermen.

0:47:03 > 0:47:08What say you? Will you yield, and this avoid,

0:47:08 > 0:47:11or guilty in defence be thus destroy'd?

0:47:16 > 0:47:19Our expectation has this day an end.

0:47:22 > 0:47:26The Dauphin, whom of succors we entreated,

0:47:26 > 0:47:32returns us that his powers are yet not ready to raise so great a siege.

0:47:34 > 0:47:37Therefore, great king,

0:47:37 > 0:47:43we yield our town and lives to thy soft mercy.

0:47:43 > 0:47:48Enter our gates, dispose of us and ours.

0:47:48 > 0:47:52For we no longer are defensible.

0:47:53 > 0:47:55Open your gates.

0:48:05 > 0:48:08Come, uncle Exeter.

0:48:08 > 0:48:10Go you and enter Harfleur.

0:48:10 > 0:48:13There remain, and fortify it strongly 'gainst the French.

0:48:15 > 0:48:16Use mercy to them all.

0:48:19 > 0:48:23Tonight in Harfleur we'll be thy guest.

0:48:23 > 0:48:28Tomorrow for the march are we addressed.

0:48:38 > 0:48:39Captain...

0:48:42 > 0:48:46I thee beseech to do us favours. The Duke of York doth love thee well.

0:48:46 > 0:48:48Ay. I praise God,

0:48:48 > 0:48:52and I have merited some love at his hands.

0:48:52 > 0:48:56Bardolph, a soldier firm and sound of heart...

0:48:56 > 0:49:00Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him.

0:49:00 > 0:49:03For he hath stolen from a church, and hanged must be.

0:49:03 > 0:49:07A damned death! Let not hemp his windpipe suffocate,

0:49:07 > 0:49:12but York hath given the doom of death for loot of little price.

0:49:12 > 0:49:15Therefore go speak - the Duke will hear thy voice,

0:49:15 > 0:49:17and let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut

0:49:17 > 0:49:19with edge of penny cord and vile reproach.

0:49:19 > 0:49:23Speak, captain, for his life, and I will thee requite.

0:49:23 > 0:49:28Ancient Pistol, I do partly understand your meaning.

0:49:29 > 0:49:32Why, then, rejoice therefore!

0:49:32 > 0:49:35Certainly, Ancient, it is not a thing to rejoice at.

0:49:35 > 0:49:38For if, look you, he were my brother,

0:49:38 > 0:49:41I would desire the Duke to use his good pleasure

0:49:41 > 0:49:46and put him to execution, for discipline ought to be used.

0:49:50 > 0:49:52Die and be damn'd!

0:49:53 > 0:49:55Fig for thy friendship!

0:49:55 > 0:49:57It is well.

0:50:00 > 0:50:04The fig of Spain! Very good.

0:50:04 > 0:50:06HE SPITS

0:50:15 > 0:50:16Alice?

0:50:16 > 0:50:18Tu as ete en Angleterre?

0:50:18 > 0:50:20Et tu parles bien le langage?

0:50:21 > 0:50:22Un peu, madame.

0:50:24 > 0:50:27Je te prie m'enseigner. Il faut que j'apprenne a parler.

0:50:29 > 0:50:31Comment appelez-vous...

0:50:31 > 0:50:34la main en Anglois?

0:50:35 > 0:50:38La main? Elle est appelee de "hand".

0:50:39 > 0:50:41De...

0:50:42 > 0:50:43.."ond".

0:50:46 > 0:50:48Et les doigts? Les doigts?

0:50:50 > 0:50:54Ma foi, j'oublie les doigts - mais je me souviendrai.

0:50:54 > 0:50:55Les doigts?

0:50:55 > 0:50:57Je pense qu'ils sont appeles

0:50:57 > 0:51:01de "fing-res".

0:51:01 > 0:51:04Oui, de "fin-gres".

0:51:04 > 0:51:05De...

0:51:07 > 0:51:10.."fingres"?

0:51:14 > 0:51:16Je pense que je suis le bon ecolier!

0:51:16 > 0:51:20J'ai gagne deux mots d'Anglois vitement.

0:51:20 > 0:51:22Et comment appelez-vous les ongles?

0:51:23 > 0:51:26Les ongles? Nous les appelons de "niles".

0:51:26 > 0:51:28De "niles".

0:51:30 > 0:51:32Ecoutez. Dites-moi si je parle le bien.

0:51:34 > 0:51:36De...

0:51:36 > 0:51:38"ond".

0:51:38 > 0:51:41De "fingres".

0:51:41 > 0:51:44Et de "niles".

0:51:44 > 0:51:47C'est bien dit, madame.

0:51:48 > 0:51:49Il est fort bon Anglois.

0:51:53 > 0:51:55Dites-moi l'Anglois pour le bras.

0:51:56 > 0:51:58De "arm", madame.

0:51:58 > 0:51:59Et le coude?

0:51:59 > 0:52:02De "elbow".

0:52:03 > 0:52:05De..."elbow".

0:52:10 > 0:52:13Je m'en fais la repetition de tous les mots que vous m'avez appris des a present.

0:52:13 > 0:52:16Il est trop difficile, madame, comme je pense.

0:52:16 > 0:52:18Excusez-moi, Alice. Ecoutez!

0:52:22 > 0:52:25De "ond",

0:52:25 > 0:52:28de "fingres",

0:52:28 > 0:52:30de "niles",

0:52:30 > 0:52:33de "arm-a",

0:52:33 > 0:52:35et de..."bilbow".

0:52:35 > 0:52:37De "elbow", madame.

0:52:37 > 0:52:41Ah...Seigneur Dieu, je m'en oublie!

0:52:41 > 0:52:43De..."elbow".

0:52:47 > 0:52:49Et comment appelez-vous le col?

0:52:51 > 0:52:53De...

0:52:53 > 0:52:54"neck", madame.

0:52:55 > 0:52:57De "neck".

0:52:58 > 0:53:00Et le menton?

0:53:00 > 0:53:01The chin.

0:53:03 > 0:53:04De "tsin".

0:53:06 > 0:53:08Le col, de "nick",

0:53:08 > 0:53:11et le menton, de "tsin".

0:53:11 > 0:53:12Oui.

0:53:15 > 0:53:17Sauf votre honneur, la verite,

0:53:17 > 0:53:21c'est que vous prononcez ces mots aussi droit que les natifs d'Angleterre.

0:53:21 > 0:53:24Oui? SHE GIGGLES

0:53:24 > 0:53:27Je ne doute point d'apprendre, par la grace de Dieu,

0:53:27 > 0:53:29et en peu de temps.

0:53:29 > 0:53:32N'avez-vous pas deja oublie ce que je vous ai enseigne? Non!

0:53:32 > 0:53:35Je reciterai vous promptement.

0:53:35 > 0:53:36De...

0:53:36 > 0:53:38"ond",

0:53:38 > 0:53:40de "fingres",

0:53:40 > 0:53:42de "mails"...

0:53:42 > 0:53:44"Niles", madame.

0:53:44 > 0:53:47De "niles",

0:53:47 > 0:53:49de "arm",

0:53:49 > 0:53:51et de "ilbow".

0:53:51 > 0:53:55Sauf votre honneur, de "elbow".

0:53:55 > 0:53:58Ainsi dis-je - de "elbow",

0:53:58 > 0:54:02de "nick", et de "tsin".

0:54:07 > 0:54:09Et comment appelez-vous le pied et la robe?

0:54:11 > 0:54:13De "foot", madame,

0:54:13 > 0:54:15et de "cown".

0:54:15 > 0:54:18De "foot"...

0:54:19 > 0:54:21..et de "con"!

0:54:25 > 0:54:28THEY CHUCKLE

0:54:28 > 0:54:30O, Seigneur Dieu!

0:54:33 > 0:54:36Ce sont mots de son mauvais!

0:54:37 > 0:54:41Gros, corruptible et impudique, et non pour les dames d'honneur d'user.

0:54:42 > 0:54:46Je ne voudrais prononcer ces mots devant les seigneurs de France pour tout le monde!

0:54:46 > 0:54:49SHE CHUCKLES Oh, foh!

0:54:51 > 0:54:53Le "foot" et le "con"!

0:54:56 > 0:54:59Neanmoins, je reciterai une autre fois ma lecon ensemble.

0:55:01 > 0:55:03De "ond",

0:55:03 > 0:55:05de "fingres",

0:55:05 > 0:55:07de "niles",

0:55:07 > 0:55:08de "arm",

0:55:08 > 0:55:10de "elbow"...

0:55:12 > 0:55:13..de "neck",

0:55:13 > 0:55:15de "tsin",

0:55:15 > 0:55:17de "foot"

0:55:17 > 0:55:20and de "coun".

0:55:20 > 0:55:23Excellent, madame!

0:55:26 > 0:55:28C'est assez pour une fois.

0:55:40 > 0:55:41God bless Your Majesty!

0:55:41 > 0:55:45How now, Captain! Were you with us at the breach?

0:55:45 > 0:55:47Ay, so please Your Majesty.

0:55:47 > 0:55:49What men did you lose, Captain?

0:55:49 > 0:55:52The perdition of the adversary hath been very great.

0:55:52 > 0:55:54Reasonable, great.

0:55:54 > 0:55:57Marry, for my part, I think we hath lost never a man,

0:55:57 > 0:56:01but one who is executed...

0:56:02 > 0:56:04..for robbing a church.

0:56:04 > 0:56:07One Bardolph, if Your Majesty know the man.

0:56:07 > 0:56:13His face is all bubukles, and whelks, and flames o' fire.

0:56:13 > 0:56:17And his lips blows at his nose, and it is like a coal of fire,

0:56:17 > 0:56:20sometimes blue and sometimes red.

0:56:20 > 0:56:25But, look, his nose is executed and his fire's out.

0:56:33 > 0:56:38SILENCE

0:56:43 > 0:56:46We would have all such offenders so cut off

0:56:46 > 0:56:50and we give express charge, that in our marches through the country,

0:56:50 > 0:56:54there be nothing compelled from the villages,

0:56:54 > 0:56:57nothing taken but paid for,

0:56:57 > 0:57:02none of the French upbraided or abused in disdainful language.

0:57:03 > 0:57:07For when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom,

0:57:07 > 0:57:11the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.

0:58:03 > 0:58:05Tis certain he hath passed the river Somme.

0:58:05 > 0:58:08Normans. The bastard Normans. Norman bastards!

0:58:08 > 0:58:10Dieu de batailles, where have they this mettle?

0:58:10 > 0:58:13Where is Montjoy, the herald? Speed him hence.

0:58:13 > 0:58:16Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.

0:58:18 > 0:58:22Up, great princes,

0:58:22 > 0:58:26and with spirit of honour edged bar Harry England,

0:58:26 > 0:58:31that sweeps through our land with pennons painted in the blood of Harfleur.

0:58:31 > 0:58:35Go down upon him. You have power enough.

0:58:35 > 0:58:37Bring him our prisoner.

0:58:39 > 0:58:41This becomes the great.

0:58:41 > 0:58:45Now forth, Lord Constable, and princes all,

0:58:45 > 0:58:48and quickly bring us word of England's fall.

1:00:10 > 1:00:12HORSE NEIGHS

1:00:25 > 1:00:26My lord.

1:00:49 > 1:00:51You know me by my habit.

1:00:53 > 1:00:54What shall I know of thee?

1:00:56 > 1:00:57My master's mind.

1:00:57 > 1:00:59Unfold it.

1:01:01 > 1:01:02Thus says my king...

1:01:04 > 1:01:06..say thou to Harry of England...

1:01:07 > 1:01:11..though we seemed dead, we did but sleep.

1:01:13 > 1:01:15Advantage is a better soldier than rashness.

1:01:18 > 1:01:22Tell him we could have rebuked him at Harfleur,

1:01:22 > 1:01:26but that we thought not good to bruise an injury

1:01:26 > 1:01:27till it were full ripe.

1:01:29 > 1:01:33Now, we speak upon our cue,

1:01:33 > 1:01:36and our voice is imperial.

1:01:39 > 1:01:43England shall repent his folly,

1:01:43 > 1:01:47see his weakness, and admire our sufferance.

1:01:49 > 1:01:53Bid him therefore consider of his ransom,

1:01:53 > 1:01:57which must proportion the losses we have borne,

1:01:57 > 1:02:00the subjects we have lost,

1:02:00 > 1:02:02the disgrace we have digested.

1:02:04 > 1:02:08For our losses, his exchequer is too poor,

1:02:08 > 1:02:13for the effusion of our blood, the muster of his kingdom too faint a number...

1:02:14 > 1:02:19..and for our disgrace, his own person, kneeling at our feet,

1:02:19 > 1:02:21but a weak and worthless satisfaction.

1:02:25 > 1:02:28Tell him, for conclusion,

1:02:28 > 1:02:30he hath betrayed his followers...

1:02:32 > 1:02:34..whose condemnation is pronounced.

1:02:37 > 1:02:42So far my king and master, so much my office.

1:02:46 > 1:02:47What is thy name?

1:02:51 > 1:02:53Montjoy.

1:02:58 > 1:03:00Thou dost thy office fairly.

1:03:06 > 1:03:07Turn thee back.

1:03:09 > 1:03:12And tell thy king I do not seek him now

1:03:12 > 1:03:16but would be willing to march on to Calais without impeachment.

1:03:16 > 1:03:18For, to say the sooth,

1:03:18 > 1:03:21my people are with sickness much enfeebled,

1:03:21 > 1:03:24my numbers lessened,

1:03:24 > 1:03:27and those few I have almost no better than so many French,

1:03:27 > 1:03:30who when they were in health, I tell thee, herald,

1:03:30 > 1:03:34I thought upon one pair of English legs did march three Frenchmen.

1:03:34 > 1:03:39Go, therefore, tell thy master, here I am.

1:03:41 > 1:03:43If we may pass, we will.

1:03:43 > 1:03:45If we be hinder'd...

1:03:47 > 1:03:50..we shall your tawny ground with your red blood discolour.

1:03:52 > 1:03:54And so...

1:03:55 > 1:03:56..Montjoy...

1:03:57 > 1:03:59..fare you well.

1:03:59 > 1:04:02The sum of all our answer is but this.

1:04:03 > 1:04:05We would not seek a battle, as we are.

1:04:06 > 1:04:08Nor, as we are...

1:04:09 > 1:04:11..we say we will not shun it.

1:04:12 > 1:04:13So tell your master.

1:04:15 > 1:04:16I shall deliver so.

1:04:20 > 1:04:22Thanks to Your Highness.

1:04:33 > 1:04:35We are in God's hand, brother, not in theirs.

1:05:32 > 1:05:37Now entertain conjecture of a time

1:05:37 > 1:05:40when creeping murmur and the poring dark

1:05:40 > 1:05:42fills the wide vessel of the universe.

1:05:45 > 1:05:48From camp to camp through the foul womb of night,

1:05:48 > 1:05:51the hum of either army stilly sounds.

1:05:53 > 1:05:55Fire answers fire,

1:05:55 > 1:06:00and through their paly flames each battle sees the other's umber'd face.

1:06:02 > 1:06:06Steed threatens steed in high and boastful neighs,

1:06:06 > 1:06:08piercing the night's dull ear.

1:06:11 > 1:06:14The country cocks do crow,

1:06:14 > 1:06:16the clocks do toll

1:06:16 > 1:06:19and the third hour of drowsy morning name.

1:06:21 > 1:06:24Proud of their numbers and secure in soul,

1:06:24 > 1:06:28the confident and over-lusty French

1:06:28 > 1:06:31do the low-rated English play at dice,

1:06:31 > 1:06:34and chide the cripple tardy-gaited night

1:06:34 > 1:06:40who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp so tediously away.

1:06:42 > 1:06:46The poor condemned English, like sacrifices,

1:06:46 > 1:06:53by their watchful fires sit patiently and inly ruminate the morning's danger.

1:06:53 > 1:06:57Cheeks and war-worn coats presenteth them unto the gazing moon

1:06:57 > 1:07:00so many horrid ghosts.

1:07:02 > 1:07:09O, now, who will behold the royal captain of this ruin'd band

1:07:09 > 1:07:14walking from watch to watch, tent to tent?

1:07:14 > 1:07:17For forth he goes and visits all his host...

1:07:19 > 1:07:21..bids them good morrow with a modest smile

1:07:21 > 1:07:24and calls them brothers,

1:07:24 > 1:07:27friends and countrymen.

1:07:32 > 1:07:38Upon his royal face there is no note how dread an army hath enrounded him.

1:07:38 > 1:07:41Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour

1:07:41 > 1:07:43unto the weary and all-watched night,

1:07:43 > 1:07:50but freshly looks and over-bears attaint with cheerful semblance and sweet majesty.

1:07:50 > 1:07:54That every wretch, pining and pale before,

1:07:54 > 1:07:58beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks,

1:07:58 > 1:08:05thawing cold fear, that mean and gentle all behold,

1:08:05 > 1:08:08as may unworthiness define,

1:08:08 > 1:08:11a little touch of Harry in the night.

1:08:16 > 1:08:20Friends, 'tis true that we are in great danger.

1:08:20 > 1:08:23The greater therefore should our courage be.

1:08:23 > 1:08:25God Almighty!

1:08:25 > 1:08:27There is some soul of goodness in things evil,

1:08:27 > 1:08:31would men observingly distil it out.

1:08:31 > 1:08:34For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers,

1:08:34 > 1:08:37which is both healthful and good husbandry.

1:08:37 > 1:08:38HENRY CHUCKLES

1:08:38 > 1:08:43Thus may we gather honey from the weed...

1:08:43 > 1:08:45and make a moral of the devil himself.

1:08:47 > 1:08:50My lord.

1:09:07 > 1:09:10Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham.

1:09:10 > 1:09:15A good soft pillow for that good white head were better than a churlish turf of France.

1:09:15 > 1:09:18Not so, my liege. This lodging likes me better,

1:09:18 > 1:09:21since I may say, "Now lie I like a king."

1:09:22 > 1:09:26It is good for men to love their present pains upon example.

1:09:27 > 1:09:29So the spirit is eased.

1:09:37 > 1:09:39Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas.

1:09:50 > 1:09:52My good lords,

1:09:52 > 1:09:55commend me to the captains in our camp.

1:09:55 > 1:09:58Do my good morrow to them, and anon desire them come to my pavilion.

1:09:58 > 1:09:59We shall, my liege.

1:10:08 > 1:10:10Shall I attend, Your Grace?

1:10:16 > 1:10:17No, my good knight.

1:10:18 > 1:10:21Go with my cousin to my lords of England.

1:10:22 > 1:10:26I and my bosom must debate awhile,

1:10:26 > 1:10:29and then I would no other company.

1:10:29 > 1:10:31The Lord in heaven bless thee,

1:10:31 > 1:10:32noble Harry!

1:10:33 > 1:10:36God-a-mercy, old heart! Thou speak'st cheerfully.

1:10:49 > 1:10:53DISTANT SHOUTING

1:10:53 > 1:10:55Will it never be morning?

1:11:00 > 1:11:02HORSE NEIGHS IN DISTANCE

1:11:04 > 1:11:05Qui vous la?

1:11:25 > 1:11:27Discuss unto me - art thou officer?

1:11:27 > 1:11:30Or art thou base, common and popular?

1:11:32 > 1:11:34I am a gentleman of a company.

1:11:35 > 1:11:36What are you?

1:11:37 > 1:11:39As good a gentleman as the emperor.

1:11:42 > 1:11:44Then you are better than the king.

1:11:44 > 1:11:45The king's a bawcock,

1:11:47 > 1:11:48and a heart of gold,

1:11:50 > 1:11:53a lad of life, an imp of fame,

1:11:53 > 1:11:56of parents good, of fist most valiant. I...

1:11:57 > 1:12:00..kiss his dirty shoe,

1:12:02 > 1:12:06and from heart-string I love the lovely bully.

1:12:12 > 1:12:13What is thy name?

1:12:18 > 1:12:20Harry le Roy.

1:12:22 > 1:12:25Le Roy, a Cornish name. Art thou of Cornish crew?

1:12:27 > 1:12:29No, I'm a Welshman.

1:12:31 > 1:12:32Know'st thou Fluellen?

1:12:34 > 1:12:35Yes.

1:12:35 > 1:12:37Art thou his friend?

1:12:39 > 1:12:42And his kinsman too. The fig for thee, then!

1:12:55 > 1:12:56My name is...

1:12:59 > 1:13:00..Pistol called.

1:13:05 > 1:13:07It sorts well with your fierceness.

1:13:15 > 1:13:17My lord Dauphin.

1:13:17 > 1:13:20What is it, boy? I have seen the English, sir.

1:13:23 > 1:13:25They are within 1,500 paces of their tents.

1:13:31 > 1:13:34Is not that the morning which breaks yonder?

1:13:34 > 1:13:37We have no great cause to desire the approach of day.

1:13:39 > 1:13:43We see yonder the beginning of the day,

1:13:43 > 1:13:45but I think we shall never see the end of it.

1:13:48 > 1:13:50Who goes there?

1:13:55 > 1:13:56A friend.

1:13:56 > 1:13:58Under what captain serve you?

1:14:00 > 1:14:02Under Sir Thomas Erpingham.

1:14:05 > 1:14:09A good old commander, and a most kind gentleman.

1:14:12 > 1:14:14I pray you, what thinks he of our estate?

1:14:19 > 1:14:21Even as men wrecked upon a sand,

1:14:23 > 1:14:25that look to be washed off the next tide.

1:14:26 > 1:14:28He hath not told his thought to the king?

1:14:28 > 1:14:30No...

1:14:32 > 1:14:33..nor it is not meet he should.

1:14:33 > 1:14:37For I think the king is but a man, as I am.

1:14:37 > 1:14:41The element shows to him as it doth to me.

1:14:41 > 1:14:45His ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man.

1:14:45 > 1:14:48Therefore when he sees reason of fears, as we do,

1:14:48 > 1:14:51his fears be of the same relish as ours are.

1:14:51 > 1:14:52Yet, in reason,

1:14:52 > 1:14:55no king should possess himself with any appearance of fear,

1:14:55 > 1:14:59lest he, by showing it, should dishearten his army.

1:14:59 > 1:15:02He may show what outward courage he will,

1:15:02 > 1:15:04but I believe, as cold a night as 'tis,

1:15:04 > 1:15:07he could wish himself in Thames up to the neck.

1:15:07 > 1:15:09And so I would he were,

1:15:09 > 1:15:12and I by him, all adventures, so we were quit here.

1:15:12 > 1:15:14I think he would not wish himself anywhere but where he is.

1:15:14 > 1:15:17Then I would he were here alone,

1:15:17 > 1:15:19and a many poor men's lives saved.

1:15:19 > 1:15:23I dare say you love him not so ill to wish him here alone.

1:15:25 > 1:15:29Methinks I could not die anywhere so contented as in the king's company,

1:15:29 > 1:15:32his cause being just and his quarrel honourable.

1:15:32 > 1:15:36That's more than we know. Ay, or more than we should seek after.

1:15:36 > 1:15:39For we know enough if we know we are the king's subjects.

1:15:39 > 1:15:41If his cause be wrong,

1:15:41 > 1:15:44our obedience to the king wipes the crime of it out of us.

1:15:44 > 1:15:46But if the cause be not good,

1:15:46 > 1:15:49the king himself hath a heavy reckoning to make,

1:15:49 > 1:15:55when all those legs and arms and heads, chopped off in battle,

1:15:55 > 1:15:58shall join together at the latter day and cry all

1:15:58 > 1:16:00"We died at such a place."

1:16:02 > 1:16:08I am afeard...there are few die well that die in a battle.

1:16:09 > 1:16:11Now, if these men do not die well,

1:16:11 > 1:16:14it will be a black matter for the king that led them to it.

1:16:14 > 1:16:17Every subject's duty is the king's,

1:16:17 > 1:16:20but every subject's soul is his own.

1:16:20 > 1:16:22'Tis certain, every man that dies ill,

1:16:22 > 1:16:26the ill upon his own head. The king is not to answer it.

1:16:26 > 1:16:28I myself heard the king say he would not be ransomed.

1:16:28 > 1:16:31Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheerfully.

1:16:31 > 1:16:36But when our throats are cut, he may be ransomed, and we ne'er the wiser.

1:16:36 > 1:16:41If I live to see it, I'll never trust his word after.

1:16:41 > 1:16:43You may as well go about to turn the sun to ice

1:16:43 > 1:16:46with fanning in his face with a peacock's feather.

1:16:46 > 1:16:49You'll never trust his word after! The king!

1:16:49 > 1:16:51Come, 'tis a foolish saying.

1:16:51 > 1:16:53Your reproof is something too round.

1:16:53 > 1:16:56I should be angry with you, if the time were convenient.

1:16:56 > 1:16:57Let it be a quarrel between us,

1:16:57 > 1:17:00if you live. I embrace it.

1:17:00 > 1:17:03How shall I know thee again?

1:17:03 > 1:17:06Give me any glove of thine

1:17:06 > 1:17:08and I will wear it.

1:17:08 > 1:17:12Then, if ever thou darest acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel.

1:17:12 > 1:17:15Here is my glove.

1:17:15 > 1:17:16Give me another of thine.

1:17:17 > 1:17:19There.

1:17:20 > 1:17:23This, will I also wear in my belt.

1:17:24 > 1:17:27If ever thou come to me and say after tomorrow

1:17:27 > 1:17:30"This is my glove," by this hand I will take thee a box on the ear.

1:17:30 > 1:17:32If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it.

1:17:32 > 1:17:34Thou darest as well be hanged.

1:17:34 > 1:17:37Well, I will do it,

1:17:37 > 1:17:39though I take thee in the king's company.

1:17:40 > 1:17:42Keep thy word.

1:17:42 > 1:17:43Fare thee well.

1:18:06 > 1:18:10If the English had any apprehension,

1:18:10 > 1:18:11they would run away.

1:18:11 > 1:18:13LAUGHTER

1:18:13 > 1:18:14Now is it time to arm.

1:18:16 > 1:18:19Come, shall we about it?

1:18:22 > 1:18:26O God of battles! Steel my soldiers' hearts.

1:18:26 > 1:18:28Possess them not with fear.

1:18:30 > 1:18:34Take from them now the sense of reckoning,

1:18:34 > 1:18:37if the opposed numbers pluck their hearts from them.

1:18:38 > 1:18:40Not today, O Lord, O, not today,

1:18:40 > 1:18:45think not upon the fault my father made in compassing the crown!

1:18:45 > 1:18:49I Richard's body have interred anew,

1:18:49 > 1:18:52and on it have bestow'd more contrite tears than from it

1:18:52 > 1:18:54issued forced drops of blood.

1:18:55 > 1:18:58More will I do,

1:18:58 > 1:19:02though all that I can do is nothing worth,

1:19:02 > 1:19:06since that my penitence comes after all, imploring pardon.

1:19:39 > 1:19:41I know thy errand.

1:19:43 > 1:19:45I will go with thee.

1:19:48 > 1:19:50The day,

1:19:50 > 1:19:52my friends

1:19:52 > 1:19:55and all things stay for me.

1:20:10 > 1:20:11Position!

1:21:09 > 1:21:14'O god of battles! Steel my soldiers' hearts,

1:21:14 > 1:21:16'possess them not with fear.'

1:21:39 > 1:21:43The king has rode himself to view their battle.

1:21:46 > 1:21:48God's arm strike with us!

1:21:49 > 1:21:51There's five to one.

1:21:52 > 1:21:54Besides, they all are fresh.

1:21:54 > 1:21:56'Tis fearful odds.

1:21:56 > 1:21:59God be with you, princes all.

1:21:59 > 1:22:01I'll to my charge.

1:22:01 > 1:22:03If we no more meet till we meet in heaven,

1:22:03 > 1:22:09then, joyfully, warriors all, adieu!

1:22:09 > 1:22:10Farewell, good Salisbury.

1:22:12 > 1:22:13Good luck go with thee!

1:22:13 > 1:22:16Farewell, kind lord. Fight valiantly today.

1:22:16 > 1:22:20You are as full of valour as of kindness, princely in both.

1:22:20 > 1:22:25O that we now had here but one ten thousand of those men in England that do no work today!

1:22:25 > 1:22:26What's he that wishes so?

1:22:28 > 1:22:30My cousin Westmorland?

1:22:30 > 1:22:32No, my fair cousin.

1:22:34 > 1:22:39If we are mark'd to die, we are enough to do our country loss.

1:22:39 > 1:22:44And if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honour.

1:22:44 > 1:22:47God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.

1:22:48 > 1:22:52By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,

1:22:52 > 1:22:54nor care I who doth feed upon my cost.

1:22:54 > 1:22:57It yearns me not if men my garments wear.

1:22:57 > 1:23:00Such outward things dwell not in my desires.

1:23:02 > 1:23:08But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.

1:23:08 > 1:23:12No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.

1:23:12 > 1:23:14God's peace!

1:23:14 > 1:23:19I would not lose so great an honour as one man more, methinks,

1:23:19 > 1:23:22would share from me for the best hope I have.

1:23:22 > 1:23:25O, do not wish one more!

1:23:25 > 1:23:28Rather proclaim it, Westmorland, through my host,

1:23:28 > 1:23:32that he which hath no stomach to this fight,

1:23:32 > 1:23:33let him depart.

1:23:34 > 1:23:36His passport shall be made

1:23:36 > 1:23:40and crowns for convoy put into his purse.

1:23:40 > 1:23:44We would not die in that man's company

1:23:44 > 1:23:48that fears his fellowship to die with us.

1:23:51 > 1:23:54This day is called the feast of Crispian.

1:23:55 > 1:23:57He that outlives this day,

1:23:57 > 1:23:59and comes safe home,

1:23:59 > 1:24:02will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,

1:24:02 > 1:24:05and rouse him at the name of Crispian.

1:24:07 > 1:24:10He that shall see this day, and live old age,

1:24:10 > 1:24:13will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours

1:24:13 > 1:24:16and say "Tomorrow is Saint Crispian."

1:24:16 > 1:24:20Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars

1:24:20 > 1:24:24and say, "These wounds I had on Crispin's day."

1:24:26 > 1:24:28Old men forget.

1:24:29 > 1:24:31Yet all shall be forgot.

1:24:31 > 1:24:34But he'll remember

1:24:34 > 1:24:35with advantages

1:24:35 > 1:24:39what feats he did that day.

1:24:39 > 1:24:41Then shall our names,

1:24:41 > 1:24:44familiar in his mouth as household words -

1:24:44 > 1:24:47Harry the king,

1:24:47 > 1:24:50Salisbury and Exeter,

1:24:50 > 1:24:52Erpingham, Westmorland

1:24:55 > 1:24:57and York -

1:24:57 > 1:25:00be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.

1:25:02 > 1:25:04This story shall the good man teach his son.

1:25:06 > 1:25:08And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by

1:25:08 > 1:25:11from this day to the ending of the world,

1:25:12 > 1:25:16but we in it...shall be remember'd.

1:25:19 > 1:25:20We few.

1:25:23 > 1:25:25We happy few.

1:25:27 > 1:25:29We band of brothers.

1:25:31 > 1:25:36For he today that sheds his blood with me

1:25:36 > 1:25:37shall be my brother.

1:25:37 > 1:25:39Be he ne'er so vile,

1:25:39 > 1:25:42this day shall gentle his condition.

1:25:43 > 1:25:45And gentlemen in England now abed

1:25:45 > 1:25:48shall think themselves accursed they were not here,

1:25:49 > 1:25:52and hold their manhoods cheap

1:25:52 > 1:25:55whiles any speaks that fought with us

1:25:55 > 1:25:57upon Saint Crispin's Day!

1:26:03 > 1:26:06My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed.

1:26:06 > 1:26:10The French are bravely in their battles set,

1:26:10 > 1:26:12and will with all expedience charge on us.

1:26:14 > 1:26:16All things are ready, if our minds be so.

1:26:16 > 1:26:19Perish the man whose mind is backward now!

1:26:19 > 1:26:21Thou dost not wish more help from England, coz?

1:26:21 > 1:26:25God's will my liege, would you and I alone, without more help,

1:26:25 > 1:26:27could fight this royal battle!

1:26:27 > 1:26:30Why, now thou hast unwish'd five thousand men,

1:26:30 > 1:26:33which likes me better than to wish us one.

1:26:37 > 1:26:38You know your places.

1:26:38 > 1:26:40God be with you all!

1:26:41 > 1:26:47My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg the leading of the vaward.

1:26:53 > 1:26:56Take it, brave York.

1:26:58 > 1:27:00Now, soldiers,

1:27:02 > 1:27:03march away.

1:27:06 > 1:27:08And how thou pleasest, God,

1:27:10 > 1:27:12dispose the day!

1:27:35 > 1:27:38DRUMS AND BUGLE PLAY

1:27:53 > 1:27:55HORSE NEIGHS

1:28:06 > 1:28:09Once more I come to know of thee,

1:28:09 > 1:28:14King Harry, if for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,

1:28:14 > 1:28:16before thy most assured overthrow.

1:28:16 > 1:28:18Who hath sent thee now?

1:28:18 > 1:28:20The Constable of France.

1:28:20 > 1:28:23I pray thee, bear my former answer back.

1:28:23 > 1:28:26Bid them achieve me and then sell my bones.

1:28:26 > 1:28:30Good God! Why should they mock poor fellows thus?

1:28:30 > 1:28:34A many of our bodies shall no doubt find native graves,

1:28:34 > 1:28:35upon the which, I trust,

1:28:35 > 1:28:38shall witness live in brass of this day's work.

1:28:38 > 1:28:41Let me speak proudly.

1:28:41 > 1:28:44Tell the constable we are but warriors for the working day.

1:28:44 > 1:28:46Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirch'd

1:28:46 > 1:28:49with rainy marching in the painful field.

1:28:49 > 1:28:51But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim.

1:28:51 > 1:28:53And my poor soldiers tell me, yet ere night

1:28:53 > 1:28:55they'll be in fresher robes.

1:28:55 > 1:28:57Or they will pluck the gay new coats

1:28:57 > 1:29:00o'er the French soldiers' heads, and turn them out of service.

1:29:01 > 1:29:04Herald - save thou thy labour.

1:29:04 > 1:29:08Come thou no more for ransom.

1:29:08 > 1:29:11Thou shalt have none, I swear, but these my joints -

1:29:11 > 1:29:14which if thou wilt have as I will leave you them,

1:29:14 > 1:29:16shall yield thee little.

1:29:17 > 1:29:19Tell the constable.

1:29:21 > 1:29:24I shall, King Harry.

1:29:24 > 1:29:27Thou never shalt hear herald any more.

1:29:31 > 1:29:33HORSE NEIGHS

1:30:09 > 1:30:11MEN SCREAM

1:30:18 > 1:30:19SHOUTING AND SCREAMING

1:30:25 > 1:30:28Advance the archers 30 paces. Now!

1:30:38 > 1:30:40SHOUTING AND SCREAMING

1:30:46 > 1:30:48HE GRUNTS IN PAIN

1:30:49 > 1:30:52HE SCREAMS

1:31:27 > 1:31:28Sire!

1:31:41 > 1:31:43SHOUTING IN DISTANCE

1:32:04 > 1:32:06Steady, lads.

1:32:13 > 1:32:15Steady...

1:32:18 > 1:32:20Face it!

1:32:20 > 1:32:21And off!

1:32:36 > 1:32:39HORSE SQUEALS IN PAIN

1:32:39 > 1:32:40HORSE NEIGHS LOUDLY

1:33:00 > 1:33:02Charge!

1:33:02 > 1:33:03MEN SHOUT AND SCREAM

1:33:40 > 1:33:42HE SOBS

1:34:40 > 1:34:41ORLEANS GRUNTS IN PAIN

1:34:43 > 1:34:45CONSTABLE: O, diable!

1:34:48 > 1:34:51HE SHIVERS

1:34:51 > 1:34:56Mortal reproach and everlasting shame.

1:34:57 > 1:34:58Le jour est perdu...

1:35:01 > 1:35:02..tout est perdu!

1:35:03 > 1:35:05I'll to the throng.

1:35:07 > 1:35:09Let life be short...

1:35:09 > 1:35:11else shame will be too long.

1:35:12 > 1:35:13DAUPHIN SCREAMS

1:35:17 > 1:35:19SCREAMING AND SHOUTING IN DISTANCE

1:37:44 > 1:37:50The Duke of York commends himself to your majesty.

1:37:50 > 1:37:51Lives he, good uncle?

1:37:51 > 1:37:54Thrice within this hour I saw him down.

1:37:54 > 1:37:57Thrice up again and fighting.

1:37:57 > 1:37:59From helmet to the spur, all blood he was.

1:37:59 > 1:38:03In which array, brave soldier, doth he lie, larding the plain.

1:38:08 > 1:38:09He smiled me in the face,

1:38:09 > 1:38:14raught me his hand, and with a feeble grip says,

1:38:14 > 1:38:17"Dear my lord, commend my service to my sovereign."

1:38:17 > 1:38:21And so, espoused to death,

1:38:21 > 1:38:25with blood he sealed a testament of noble-ending love.

1:38:32 > 1:38:36The pretty and sweet manner of it forced those waters from me

1:38:36 > 1:38:41which I would have stopped. But I had not so much of man in me.

1:38:42 > 1:38:48And all my mother came into mine eyes and gave me up to tears.

1:38:49 > 1:38:50I blame you not.

1:38:52 > 1:38:57For, hearing this, I must perforce compound with mistful eyes, or they will issue too.

1:38:58 > 1:39:00HORSE NEIGHS IN DISTANCE

1:39:00 > 1:39:02Wh... What new alarum is this same?

1:39:03 > 1:39:04MAN SHOUTS IN DISTANCE

1:39:04 > 1:39:07The French have reinforced their scattered men.

1:39:09 > 1:39:15I was not angry since I came to France until this instant!

1:39:16 > 1:39:20If they will fight with us, let them come down.

1:39:20 > 1:39:23Or void the field, they do offend our sight.

1:39:23 > 1:39:27If they'll do neither, we will come to them and make them skirr away,

1:39:27 > 1:39:32as swift as stones enforced from the old Assyrian slings.

1:39:32 > 1:39:34We'll cut the throats of those we have,

1:39:34 > 1:39:38and not a man of them that we shall take shall taste our mercy.

1:39:38 > 1:39:42Let every soldier kill his prisoners. My lord?

1:39:42 > 1:39:44Give the word through!

1:40:37 > 1:40:39PRISONERS GRUNT IN PAIN

1:41:01 > 1:41:02EXETER SIGHS DEEPLY

1:41:05 > 1:41:08The herald of the French, my liege.

1:41:08 > 1:41:10His eyes are humbler than they used to be.

1:41:10 > 1:41:12What means this, herald?

1:41:12 > 1:41:16Know'st thou not that I have fined these bones of mine for ransom?

1:41:16 > 1:41:17Comest thou again for ransom?

1:41:17 > 1:41:22No. Great king, I come to thee for charitable licence.

1:41:22 > 1:41:28That we may wander over this bloody field to look our dead,

1:41:28 > 1:41:31and then to bury them. O, give us leave, great king,

1:41:31 > 1:41:34to view the field in safety and dispose Of their dead bodies.

1:41:34 > 1:41:38I tell thee truly, herald, I know not if the day be ours or no.

1:41:38 > 1:41:42For yet a many of your horsemen peer and gallop o'er the field.

1:41:49 > 1:41:51The day is yours.

1:42:07 > 1:42:09Praised be God, and not our strength, for it!

1:42:21 > 1:42:25What is this castle called that stands hard by?

1:42:27 > 1:42:29They call it Agincourt.

1:42:36 > 1:42:41Then call we this the field of Agincourt,

1:42:41 > 1:42:45fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.

1:42:49 > 1:42:51Good uncle, go with him.

1:42:53 > 1:42:56Bring me just notice of the numbers dead.

1:42:58 > 1:42:59On both our parts.

1:43:40 > 1:43:45Your grandfather of famous memory an't please, your majesty,

1:43:45 > 1:43:49and your great-uncle Edward the Black Prince of Wales,

1:43:49 > 1:43:54as I have read in the chronicles, fought a most brave battle here in France.

1:43:55 > 1:43:57They did, Fluellen.

1:43:57 > 1:44:00If your majesty is remembered of it,

1:44:00 > 1:44:03the Welshmen did good service that day.

1:44:03 > 1:44:06I well remember.

1:44:07 > 1:44:10For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman.

1:44:12 > 1:44:14God bless and preserve your majesty!

1:44:14 > 1:44:17I am your majesty's countryman.

1:44:17 > 1:44:22I care not who know it. I will confess it to all the world.

1:44:22 > 1:44:27I need not to be ashamed of your majesty, praised be God.

1:44:27 > 1:44:30So long as your majesty is an honest man.

1:44:31 > 1:44:32God keep me so!

1:45:00 > 1:45:02Call yonder fellow hither.

1:45:02 > 1:45:04Soldier, you must come to the King.

1:45:09 > 1:45:12Soldier, why wearest thou that glove?

1:45:13 > 1:45:15An't please your majesty,

1:45:15 > 1:45:19'tis the gage of one that I should fight withal, if he be alive.

1:45:20 > 1:45:22An Englishman?

1:45:22 > 1:45:24An't please your majesty.

1:45:24 > 1:45:29A rascal that swaggered with me last night,

1:45:29 > 1:45:33who, if alive and ever dare to challenge this glove,

1:45:33 > 1:45:35I have sworn to take him a box on the ear.

1:45:45 > 1:45:47What think you, Captain?

1:45:49 > 1:45:52Is it fit this soldier keep his oath?

1:45:52 > 1:45:56It may be that his enemy is a gentleman of great sort,

1:45:56 > 1:45:58quite from the answer of his degree.

1:45:58 > 1:46:01Though he be as good a gentleman as the devil is,

1:46:01 > 1:46:06it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath.

1:46:08 > 1:46:11Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meetest the fellow.

1:46:11 > 1:46:13So I will, my liege, as I live.

1:46:18 > 1:46:20Give me thy glove, soldier.

1:46:30 > 1:46:31Look.

1:46:34 > 1:46:36Here is the fellow of it.

1:46:39 > 1:46:42'Twas I, indeed, thou promised to strike,

1:46:42 > 1:46:45and thou hast given me most bitter terms.

1:46:47 > 1:46:52And please your majesty, let his neck answer for it.

1:46:52 > 1:46:56If there be any martial law in the world.

1:46:56 > 1:46:58How canst thou make me satisfaction?

1:46:58 > 1:47:02All offences, my lord, come from the heart.

1:47:02 > 1:47:06Never came any from mine that might offend your majesty.

1:47:06 > 1:47:08It was ourself thou didst abuse.

1:47:08 > 1:47:11Your majesty came not like yourself.

1:47:11 > 1:47:13You appeared to me but as a common man.

1:47:13 > 1:47:17Witness the night, your garments, your lowliness.

1:47:17 > 1:47:20And what your highness suffered under that shape, I beseech you,

1:47:20 > 1:47:22take it for your own fault and not mine.

1:47:22 > 1:47:25For had you been as I took you for, I made no offence.

1:47:27 > 1:47:31Therefore, I beseech your highness, pardon me.

1:47:41 > 1:47:45Here, Captain, fill this glove with crowns

1:47:45 > 1:47:47and give it to this fellow.

1:47:48 > 1:47:51Keep it, fellow.

1:47:52 > 1:47:54And wear it for an honour in thy cap.

1:48:04 > 1:48:05Give him the crowns.

1:48:07 > 1:48:11And, Captain, you must needs be friends with him.

1:48:11 > 1:48:13By this day and this light,

1:48:13 > 1:48:15the fellow hath mettle enough in his belly.

1:48:17 > 1:48:19Come, fellow.

1:48:23 > 1:48:26Now, uncle, are the dead numbered?

1:48:27 > 1:48:30Here is the number of the slaughtered French.

1:48:39 > 1:48:44This note doth tell me of 10,000 French that in the field lie slain.

1:48:44 > 1:48:51Of princes in this number, and nobles bearing banners, there lie dead 126.

1:48:52 > 1:48:59Added to these, of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen, 8,400,

1:48:59 > 1:49:03of the which 500 were but yesterday dubb'd knights.

1:49:05 > 1:49:07So that, in these 10,000 they have lost,

1:49:07 > 1:49:09there are but 1,600 mercenaries.

1:49:12 > 1:49:16The rest are princes, barons, lords, knights, squires

1:49:16 > 1:49:18and gentlemen of blood and quality.

1:49:18 > 1:49:21Here was a royal fellowship of death!

1:49:23 > 1:49:25Where is the number of our English dead?

1:49:54 > 1:49:59Edward the Duke of York.

1:50:03 > 1:50:04The Earl of Suffolk.

1:50:06 > 1:50:09Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam, esquire.

1:50:13 > 1:50:14None else of name.

1:50:16 > 1:50:20And of all other men, but five and twenty.

1:50:24 > 1:50:26(O, God, thy arm was here.)

1:50:29 > 1:50:35And not to us, but to thy arm alone, ascribe we all!

1:50:38 > 1:50:45When, without stratagem, but in plain shock and even play of battle,

1:50:45 > 1:50:49was ever known so great and little loss on one part and on the other?

1:50:50 > 1:50:53Take it, God, for it is none but thine.

1:50:53 > 1:50:54'Tis wonderful.

1:50:59 > 1:51:01Come.

1:51:02 > 1:51:06Go we in procession to the village.

1:51:08 > 1:51:11And be it death proclaimed through our host to boast of this

1:51:11 > 1:51:15or take the praise from God which is his only.

1:51:15 > 1:51:18Let there be sung Non Nobis and Te Deum.

1:51:19 > 1:51:24The dead, with charity, enclosed in clay.

1:51:24 > 1:51:25And then to Calais...

1:51:27 > 1:51:29..and to England then.

1:51:30 > 1:51:36Where ne'er from France arrived more happy men.

1:51:49 > 1:51:53But yet the lamentation of the French invites

1:51:53 > 1:51:55curtails the King of England's stay at home.

1:51:56 > 1:52:01The emperor's coming in behalf of France to order peace between them

1:52:01 > 1:52:04and omit all the occurrences, whatever chanced,

1:52:04 > 1:52:07till Harry's back return again to France.

1:52:16 > 1:52:18WASPS BUZZ

1:52:23 > 1:52:28Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met.

1:52:29 > 1:52:32Unto our brother France, joy...

1:52:34 > 1:52:38..and good wishes to our most fair and princely cousin Katherine.

1:52:39 > 1:52:42And as a branch and member of this royalty,

1:52:42 > 1:52:45by whom this great assembly is contrived,

1:52:45 > 1:52:48we do salute you, Duke of Burgundy.

1:52:52 > 1:52:54And princes French and peers,

1:52:54 > 1:52:56health to you all.

1:53:00 > 1:53:03Right joyous are we to behold your face,

1:53:03 > 1:53:06most worthy brother England.

1:53:06 > 1:53:07Fairly met.

1:53:10 > 1:53:13So are you, princes English, every one.

1:53:15 > 1:53:18We are now glad to behold your eyes.

1:53:20 > 1:53:23Your eyes, which hitherto have borne in them against the French,

1:53:23 > 1:53:28that met them in their bent, the fatal balls of murdering basilisks.

1:53:28 > 1:53:31The venom of such looks, we fairly hope,

1:53:31 > 1:53:34have lost their quality.

1:53:34 > 1:53:40And that this day shall change all griefs and quarrels into love.

1:53:40 > 1:53:43To cry amen to that, thus we appear.

1:53:49 > 1:53:53My duty to you both, on equal love,

1:53:53 > 1:53:56great kings of France and England

1:53:56 > 1:54:01that I have labour'd with all my wits, my pains

1:54:01 > 1:54:03and strong endeavours...

1:54:04 > 1:54:08..to bring your most imperial majesties unto this bar

1:54:08 > 1:54:10and royal interview,

1:54:10 > 1:54:14your mightiness on both parts best can witness.

1:54:15 > 1:54:20Since then my office hath so far prevail'd that...

1:54:21 > 1:54:25..face to face and royal eye to eye,

1:54:25 > 1:54:27you have congreeted.

1:54:28 > 1:54:33Let it not disgrace me if I demand,

1:54:33 > 1:54:35before this royal view...

1:54:36 > 1:54:42..what rub or what impediment there is

1:54:42 > 1:54:46why that the naked, poor and mangled peace,

1:54:46 > 1:54:51dear nurse of arts and joyful births,

1:54:51 > 1:54:54should not in this best garden of the world,

1:54:54 > 1:54:58our fertile France, put up her lovely visage?

1:55:00 > 1:55:04Alas, she hath from France too long been chased.

1:55:05 > 1:55:08I entreat...

1:55:08 > 1:55:14that I may know the let, why gentle peace

1:55:14 > 1:55:19should not expel these inconveniences and bless us

1:55:19 > 1:55:21with her former qualities.

1:55:21 > 1:55:23If, Duke of Burgundy, you would the peace,

1:55:23 > 1:55:25you must buy that peace

1:55:25 > 1:55:28with full accord to all our just demands,

1:55:28 > 1:55:30whose tenors and particular effects

1:55:30 > 1:55:33you have enscheduled briefly in your hands.

1:55:34 > 1:55:36The king hath heard them.

1:55:44 > 1:55:50To the which as yet there is no answer made.

1:55:50 > 1:55:52Well then the peace

1:55:52 > 1:55:56which you before so urged lies in his answer.

1:56:04 > 1:56:08Pleaseth your grace to appoint some of your council presently

1:56:08 > 1:56:13to sit with us once more, with better heed to re-survey them,

1:56:13 > 1:56:17we will suddenly pass our accept and peremptory answer.

1:56:20 > 1:56:21Brother, we shall.

1:56:23 > 1:56:26Go, Uncle Exeter and Westmorland, go with the king.

1:56:26 > 1:56:31And take with you free power to ratify, augment, or alter

1:56:31 > 1:56:35as your wisdoms best shall see advantageable for our dignity.

1:56:36 > 1:56:40Any thing in or out of our demands and we'll consign thereto.

1:56:50 > 1:56:53Yet leave our cousin Katherine here with us.

1:56:54 > 1:56:57She is our capital demand,

1:56:57 > 1:57:01comprised within the fore-rank of our articles.

1:57:04 > 1:57:06She hath good leave.

1:57:37 > 1:57:39DOOR CLOSES

1:57:39 > 1:57:41Fair Katherine.

1:57:45 > 1:57:47And most fair.

1:57:50 > 1:57:55Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms...

1:57:56 > 1:57:59..such as will enter at a lady's ear

1:57:59 > 1:58:02and plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?

1:58:04 > 1:58:06Your majesty shall mock at me.

1:58:07 > 1:58:09I cannot speak your England.

1:58:12 > 1:58:15O fair Katherine, if you will love me soundly with your French heart,

1:58:15 > 1:58:17I will be glad to hear you confess it

1:58:17 > 1:58:20brokenly with your English tongue.

1:58:23 > 1:58:25Do you like me, Kate?

1:58:29 > 1:58:33Pardonnez-moi, I cannot tell what is "like me."

1:58:36 > 1:58:38An angel is like you, Kate, and you are like an angel.

1:58:38 > 1:58:40Que dit-il?

1:58:41 > 1:58:43Que je suis semblable a les anges?

1:58:43 > 1:58:46Oui, vraiment, sauf votre grace, ainsi dit-il.

1:58:48 > 1:58:51I said so, dear Katherine, and I must not blush to affirm it.

1:58:53 > 1:58:57Bon Dieu. Les langues des hommes sont pleines de tromperies.

1:58:57 > 1:59:01What says she? That the tongues of men are full of deceits?

1:59:01 > 1:59:03Oui.

1:59:03 > 1:59:05Dat de tongues of de mans is be full of deceits.

1:59:07 > 1:59:08Dat is de princess.

1:59:09 > 1:59:12The princess is the better Englishwoman.

1:59:12 > 1:59:16I' faith, Kate, my wooing is fit for thy understanding.

1:59:16 > 1:59:18I am glad thou canst speak no better English,

1:59:18 > 1:59:21for if thou couldst, thou wouldst find me such a plain king

1:59:21 > 1:59:24that thou wouldst think I'd sold my farm to buy my crown.

1:59:24 > 1:59:29I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say I love you.

1:59:55 > 1:59:56Give me your answer.

1:59:58 > 2:00:01I' faith, do, and so clap hands and a bargain.

2:00:02 > 2:00:05How say you, lady?

2:00:05 > 2:00:07Sauf votre honneur.

2:00:10 > 2:00:12Me understand well.

2:00:13 > 2:00:15Marry...

2:00:15 > 2:00:19if you would put me to verses or to dance for your sake, Kate,

2:00:19 > 2:00:21why you undid me.

2:00:21 > 2:00:23For the one, I have neither words nor measure, and for the other,

2:00:23 > 2:00:25I have no strength in measure,

2:00:25 > 2:00:28yet a reasonable measure in strength. HE CHUCKLES

2:00:30 > 2:00:34Before God, Kate, I have no cunning in protestation,

2:00:34 > 2:00:36only downright oaths, which I never use till urged,

2:00:36 > 2:00:39nor never break for urging.

2:00:43 > 2:00:46If thou canst love a fellow of this temper, Kate...

2:00:46 > 2:00:49whose face is not worth sun-burning,

2:00:49 > 2:00:52that never looks in his glass for love of anything he sees there,

2:00:52 > 2:00:54let thine eye be thy cook.

2:00:55 > 2:00:58If thou would have such a one, take me.

2:00:58 > 2:01:00And take me, take a soldier.

2:01:01 > 2:01:04Take a soldier.

2:01:04 > 2:01:06Take a king.

2:01:08 > 2:01:10And what sayest thou then to my love?

2:01:13 > 2:01:16Speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.

2:01:24 > 2:01:29Is it possible that I should love the enemy of France?

2:01:29 > 2:01:31No.

2:01:31 > 2:01:34It is not possible you should love the enemy of France, Kate.

2:01:34 > 2:01:38But, in loving me, you should love the friend of France.

2:01:38 > 2:01:42For I love France so well I will not part with a village of it.

2:01:42 > 2:01:43I will have it all mine.

2:01:45 > 2:01:49And, Kate, when France is mine

2:01:49 > 2:01:50and I am yours,

2:01:50 > 2:01:53then yours is France,

2:01:53 > 2:01:55and you are mine.

2:01:58 > 2:02:01I cannot tell what is that.

2:02:01 > 2:02:02No, Kate?

2:02:04 > 2:02:06I will tell thee in French.

2:02:06 > 2:02:10La plus belle Katherine du monde... SHE GIGGLES

2:02:12 > 2:02:15..mon tres cher et devin deesse?

2:02:18 > 2:02:21Your majestee have fausse French enough

2:02:21 > 2:02:25to deceive the most sage demoiselle dat is en France.

2:02:25 > 2:02:27Now, fie upon my false French!

2:02:27 > 2:02:30By mine honour, in true English, I love thee, Kate.

2:02:34 > 2:02:37By which honour I dare not swear thou lovest me.

2:02:39 > 2:02:42Yet my blood begins to flatter me thou dost,

2:02:42 > 2:02:47notwithstanding the poor and untempering effect of my visage.

2:02:48 > 2:02:49Now, beshrew my father's ambition!

2:02:49 > 2:02:52He was thinking of civil wars when he got me.

2:02:52 > 2:02:56Therefore was I created with the stubborn outside,

2:02:56 > 2:02:59with an aspect of iron that, when I come to woo ladies, I fright them.

2:03:03 > 2:03:04But, in faith, Kate...

2:03:06 > 2:03:08..the elder I wax, the better I shall appear.

2:03:08 > 2:03:10SHE GIGGLES

2:03:10 > 2:03:13Therefore tell me, most fair Katherine...

2:03:15 > 2:03:16..will you have me?

2:03:18 > 2:03:22Put off your maiden blushes. Avouch the thoughts of your heart

2:03:22 > 2:03:24with the looks of an empress.

2:03:26 > 2:03:27Take me by the hand...

2:03:29 > 2:03:31..and say, "Harry of England, I am thine."

2:03:31 > 2:03:35Which word thou shalt no sooner bless mine ear withal,

2:03:35 > 2:03:39but I will tell thee aloud, "England is thine, Ireland is thine...

2:03:40 > 2:03:43"..France is thine...

2:03:45 > 2:03:48"..and Henry Plantagenet is thine."

2:03:56 > 2:03:57Come...

2:03:58 > 2:04:02..your answer in broken music, for thy voice is music

2:04:02 > 2:04:05and thy English broken.

2:04:10 > 2:04:16That is as it shall please de roi mon pere.

2:04:16 > 2:04:21Nay, it will please him well, Kate, it shall please him, Kate.

2:04:24 > 2:04:26Then...

2:04:28 > 2:04:30..it shall also content me.

2:04:31 > 2:04:34Upon that I kiss your hand, and call you my queen.

2:04:34 > 2:04:36Laissez, mon seigneur, laissez.

2:04:36 > 2:04:39Ma foi, je ne veux point que vous abaissiez votre grandeur

2:04:39 > 2:04:42en baisant la main d'une de votre seigneurie indigne serviteur.

2:04:42 > 2:04:45Excusez-moi, je vous supplie, mon tres-puissant seigneur.

2:04:47 > 2:04:49Then I will kiss your lips, Kate.

2:04:49 > 2:04:52Les dames et demoiselles pour etre baisees devant leur noces,

2:04:52 > 2:04:54il n'est pas la coutume de France.

2:04:54 > 2:04:56HENRY CHUCKLES

2:04:56 > 2:04:58Madam my interpreter, what says she?

2:04:58 > 2:05:02That it is not be the fashion pour les ladies of France...

2:05:02 > 2:05:05I cannot tell vat is baiser en Anglish.

2:05:06 > 2:05:07To kiss.

2:05:09 > 2:05:12Majesty entendre bettre que moi.

2:05:12 > 2:05:15It is not a fashion for the maids in France to kiss

2:05:15 > 2:05:16before they are married, would she say?

2:05:16 > 2:05:18Oui, vraiment.

2:05:20 > 2:05:24O Kate, nice customs curtsy to great kings.

2:05:48 > 2:05:51You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate.

2:05:52 > 2:05:55And there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them

2:05:55 > 2:05:57than in the tongues of the French council.

2:05:59 > 2:06:02And they should sooner persuade Harry of England

2:06:02 > 2:06:04than a general petition of monarchs.

2:06:06 > 2:06:08DOOR RATTLES

2:06:08 > 2:06:09Here comes your father.

2:06:09 > 2:06:11God save your majesty!

2:06:11 > 2:06:17My royal cousin, teach you our princess English?

2:06:19 > 2:06:21I would have her learn, my fair cousin

2:06:21 > 2:06:24how perfectly I love her.

2:06:25 > 2:06:26And that is good English.

2:06:28 > 2:06:31Now, do I have my cousin's consent?

2:06:31 > 2:06:33Shall Kate be my wife?

2:06:35 > 2:06:37So please you.

2:06:37 > 2:06:40We have consented to all terms of reason.

2:06:41 > 2:06:43Is't so, my lords of England?

2:06:43 > 2:06:46The king hath granted every article.

2:06:46 > 2:06:51His daughter first, and then in sequel all,

2:06:51 > 2:06:53according to their firm proposed natures.

2:06:55 > 2:07:01I pray you then, in love and dear alliance,

2:07:01 > 2:07:02give me your daughter.

2:07:07 > 2:07:09Take her...

2:07:09 > 2:07:11fair son.

2:07:13 > 2:07:15And from her blood raise up issue to me...

2:07:17 > 2:07:21..that the contending kingdoms of France and England,

2:07:21 > 2:07:25whose very shores look pale with envy of each other's happiness

2:07:25 > 2:07:27may cease their hatred.

2:07:30 > 2:07:32And this dear conjunction plant neighbourhood

2:07:32 > 2:07:36and Christian-like accord in their sweet bosom.

2:07:37 > 2:07:42That never war advance his bleeding sword 'twixt England

2:07:42 > 2:07:45and fair France.

2:07:45 > 2:07:47WESTMORLAND: Amen. Amen.

2:07:47 > 2:07:49God...

2:07:49 > 2:07:51the best maker of all marriages...

2:07:52 > 2:07:57..combine your hearts in one, your realms in one.

2:07:58 > 2:08:02As man and wife, being two, are one in love.

2:08:03 > 2:08:06So be there 'twixt your kingdoms such a spousal,

2:08:06 > 2:08:10that never may ill office or fell jealousy,

2:08:10 > 2:08:14which troubles oft the bed of blessed marriage,

2:08:14 > 2:08:17thrust in between the paction of these kingdoms

2:08:17 > 2:08:22to make divorce of their incorporate league,

2:08:22 > 2:08:28that English may as French, French Englishmen, receive each other.

2:08:29 > 2:08:31God speak this, amen.

2:08:32 > 2:08:34ALL: Amen.

2:08:40 > 2:08:42Prepare we for our marriage.

2:08:43 > 2:08:46Then shall I swear to Kate, and she to me.

2:08:47 > 2:08:51And may our oaths well kept and prosperous be!

2:08:56 > 2:09:00PRIEST BLESSES MARRIAGE IN LATIN

2:09:05 > 2:09:07Amen. CHORUS OF AMENS

2:09:07 > 2:09:09(Amen.)

2:09:11 > 2:09:15CHORUS: Thus far, with rough and all-unable pen,

2:09:15 > 2:09:19our bending author hath pursued the story,

2:09:19 > 2:09:23in little room confining mighty men,

2:09:23 > 2:09:27mangling by starts the full course of their glory.

2:09:30 > 2:09:36Small time, but in that small most greatly lived this star of England.

2:09:38 > 2:09:41Fortune made his sword,

2:09:41 > 2:09:45by which the world's best garden he achieved.

2:09:47 > 2:09:52And of it left his son imperial lord.

2:09:55 > 2:10:00Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd King Of France

2:10:00 > 2:10:03and England, did this king succeed...

2:10:04 > 2:10:07..whose state so many had the managing...

2:10:10 > 2:10:12..that they lost France...

2:10:20 > 2:10:23..and made his England bleed.

2:11:18 > 2:11:21For their sake...

2:11:21 > 2:11:23in your fair minds...

2:11:24 > 2:11:27..let this acceptance take.

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2:12:44 > 2:12:46And who lived here before you did?

2:12:46 > 2:12:49Oh, the vice consul for Germany!