Henry V

0:02:07 > 0:02:10O for a Muse of fire

0:02:10 > 0:02:15that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

0:02:36 > 0:02:39A kingdom for a stage!

0:02:39 > 0:02:41Princes to act!

0:02:42 > 0:02:47And monarchs to behold the swelling scene.

0:02:47 > 0:02:52Then should the warlike Harry like himself assume the port of Mars

0:02:52 > 0:02:55and at his heels, leashed in like hounds,

0:02:55 > 0:03:01should famine, sword and fire crouch for employment.

0:03:01 > 0:03:06But pardon, gentles all, the flat, unraised spirit,

0:03:06 > 0:03:12that hath dared on this unworthy scaffold to bring forth so great an object.

0:03:12 > 0:03:17Can this cockpit hold the vasty fields of France?

0:03:17 > 0:03:20May we cram within this wooden "O"

0:03:20 > 0:03:24the very casques that did affright the air at Agincourt?

0:03:24 > 0:03:27Oh, pardon.

0:03:27 > 0:03:32Let us ciphers to this great account on your imaginary forces work.

0:03:32 > 0:03:37For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, carry them here and there,

0:03:37 > 0:03:39jumping o'er times,

0:03:39 > 0:03:43turning the accomplishment of many years into an hour-glass

0:03:43 > 0:03:49for the which supply admit me, Chorus, to this history,

0:03:49 > 0:03:55who, prologue-like, your humble patience pray,

0:03:55 > 0:03:57gently to hear,

0:03:57 > 0:04:00kindly to judge,

0:04:00 > 0:04:02our PLAY.

0:04:10 > 0:04:14My Lord, I'll tell you...

0:04:18 > 0:04:20..that self bill is urged

0:04:20 > 0:04:22which in the 11th year of the last king's reign

0:04:22 > 0:04:24was like to have passed against us.

0:04:24 > 0:04:27How, my Lord, can we resist it now?

0:04:27 > 0:04:31We may lose the better half of our possession.

0:04:31 > 0:04:34But what prevention?

0:04:34 > 0:04:36The King is full of grace.

0:04:36 > 0:04:39And a true lover of the Holy Church.

0:04:39 > 0:04:44The courses of his youth promised it not.

0:04:44 > 0:04:48His hours were filled up with riots, banquets, sports.

0:04:48 > 0:04:50I never noted him in any study.

0:04:50 > 0:04:54But, my good Lord, doth His Majesty incline to this bill,

0:04:54 > 0:04:58urged by the Commons, or no?

0:04:58 > 0:05:01He seems...indifferent,

0:05:01 > 0:05:05or rather swaying more upon our part,

0:05:05 > 0:05:10for I have made an offer to His Majesty as touching France.

0:05:10 > 0:05:13FOOTSTEPS

0:06:06 > 0:06:08Where is my gracious Lord of Canterbury?

0:06:24 > 0:06:30God and his angels guard your sacred throne and make you long become it.

0:06:30 > 0:06:32Sure we thank you.

0:06:32 > 0:06:37My learned Lord, we pray you to justly and religiously unfold

0:06:37 > 0:06:43why the law Salique that they have in France should bar our claim.

0:06:43 > 0:06:49And pray take heed how you impawn our person,

0:06:49 > 0:06:53how you awake our sleeping sword of war.

0:06:53 > 0:06:57We charge you in the name of God, take heed.

0:06:57 > 0:07:04For never two such kingdoms did contend without much fall of blood.

0:07:04 > 0:07:08Then hear me, gracious sovereign.

0:07:08 > 0:07:12There is no bar to make against Your Highness' claim to France,

0:07:12 > 0:07:16but this which they produce from Pharamond.

0:07:17 > 0:07:21"In terram Salicam mulieres ne succedant."

0:07:21 > 0:07:27"No woman shall succeed in Salique land,"

0:07:27 > 0:07:34which land the French unjustly glose to be the realm of France.

0:07:34 > 0:07:37Yet their own authors faithfully affirm

0:07:37 > 0:07:40that the land Salique lies in Germany,

0:07:40 > 0:07:44between the floods of Sala and of Elbe.

0:07:44 > 0:07:50It doth appear this Salique law was not devised for the realm of France,

0:07:50 > 0:07:53nor did the French possess the Salique land

0:07:53 > 0:07:58until 421 years after defunction of King Pharamond,

0:07:58 > 0:08:02idly supposed the founder of this law.

0:08:03 > 0:08:07King Pepin, which deposed Childeric,

0:08:07 > 0:08:11did, as heir general, being descended of Blithild,

0:08:11 > 0:08:16the daughter to King Clothair, laid title to the crown of France.

0:08:16 > 0:08:20Hugh Capet who usurped the crown of Charles the Duke of Lorraine,

0:08:20 > 0:08:27heir of Charles the Great, could not keep quiet in his conscience wearing the crown of France.

0:08:27 > 0:08:35His grandmother was lineal of the Lady Ermengare, daughter to Charles the aforesaid Duke of Lorraine,

0:08:35 > 0:08:42by the which marriage the line of Charles the Great was reunited with the crown of France.

0:08:46 > 0:08:50So that, as clear as is the summer sun...

0:08:50 > 0:08:51LAUGHTER

0:08:51 > 0:08:57..all appear to hold in right and title of the female.

0:08:57 > 0:09:02So do the kings of France unto this day.

0:09:05 > 0:09:10How be it they would hold up this Salique law

0:09:10 > 0:09:14to bar Your Highness claiming from the female?

0:09:16 > 0:09:22May I, with right and conscience, make this claim?

0:09:25 > 0:09:29The sin upon my head, dread sovereign!

0:09:33 > 0:09:36Stand for your own, unwind your bloody flag.

0:09:36 > 0:09:44Your brother kings do all expect that you should rouse yourself, as did the former lions of your blood.

0:09:44 > 0:09:51No King of England had more loyal subjects whose hearts lie pavilioned in the fields of France.

0:09:51 > 0:09:54Let their bodies follow, My Liege,

0:09:54 > 0:09:59with blood and sword and fire to win your right.

0:09:59 > 0:10:04In aid thereof, we of the spirituality,

0:10:04 > 0:10:07will raise Your Highness such a mighty sum

0:10:07 > 0:10:11as never did the clergy at one time bring in to any of your ancestors.

0:10:16 > 0:10:19Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin.

0:10:23 > 0:10:25Now are we well resolved

0:10:25 > 0:10:31and by God's help and yours the noble sinews of our power,

0:10:31 > 0:10:35France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe...

0:10:38 > 0:10:40..or break it all to pieces.

0:10:50 > 0:10:55Now we would know the pleasure of our cousin the Dauphin.

0:10:55 > 0:11:02Your Highness did claim some certain dukedoms in the right of your great predecessor King Edward III.

0:11:02 > 0:11:08The prince says that you savour too much of your youth.

0:11:08 > 0:11:14He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit, this tun of treasure.

0:11:14 > 0:11:19And in lieu of this, desires you let those dukedoms hear no more of you.

0:11:19 > 0:11:21This the Dauphin speaks.

0:11:23 > 0:11:27What treasure, Uncle?

0:11:34 > 0:11:36Tennis-balls, My Liege.

0:11:43 > 0:11:48We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us.

0:11:48 > 0:11:52His present and your pains we thank you for.

0:11:53 > 0:11:57When we have matched our rackets to these balls,

0:11:57 > 0:12:02we will in France, by God's grace, play a set.

0:12:02 > 0:12:05We shall strike his father's crown into the hazard.

0:12:05 > 0:12:08We understand him well.

0:12:08 > 0:12:10How he comes over us with our wilder days,

0:12:10 > 0:12:13not measuring what use we made of them.

0:12:13 > 0:12:15But tell the Dauphin

0:12:15 > 0:12:17I will keep my state,

0:12:17 > 0:12:20be like a king and show my sail of greatness

0:12:20 > 0:12:25when I do rouse me in my throne of France!

0:12:25 > 0:12:30Tell the Prince his mock hath turned his balls into gun-stones.

0:12:30 > 0:12:36His soul shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance that shall fly with them.

0:12:36 > 0:12:39Many a thousand widows shall this, his mock,

0:12:39 > 0:12:43mock out of their dear husbands, mothers from their sons,

0:12:43 > 0:12:48and some yet unborn that shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn.

0:12:49 > 0:12:55So get you hence in peace and tell the Dauphin

0:12:55 > 0:13:00his jest will savour but of shallow wit

0:13:00 > 0:13:04when thousands weep more than did laugh at it.

0:13:06 > 0:13:08Convey them with safe conduct.

0:13:11 > 0:13:13Fare you well.

0:13:26 > 0:13:28This was a merry message.

0:13:30 > 0:13:33We hope to make the sender blush at it.

0:13:35 > 0:13:41Therefore, My Lords, omit no happy hour that may give furtherance to our expedition,

0:13:41 > 0:13:45for we have now no thought in us but France,

0:13:45 > 0:13:48save those to God that run before our business.

0:13:48 > 0:13:51Therefore let every man now task his thought

0:13:51 > 0:13:56that this fair action may on foot be brought!

0:14:04 > 0:14:08CHORUS: 'Now all the youth of England are on fire.

0:14:08 > 0:14:12'And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies.

0:14:12 > 0:14:16'For now sits expectation in the air

0:14:16 > 0:14:19'and hides a sword from hilts unto the point

0:14:19 > 0:14:21'with crowns imperial,

0:14:21 > 0:14:26'crowns and coronets promised to Harry and his followers.'

0:14:41 > 0:14:44Well met, Corporal Nym.

0:14:44 > 0:14:47Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph.

0:14:47 > 0:14:48CAT MIAOWS

0:14:49 > 0:14:51CAT MIAOWS

0:14:52 > 0:14:57What, are you and Ancient Pistol friends yet?

0:14:57 > 0:14:59For my part, I care not.

0:15:00 > 0:15:08I say little, but when time shall serve, there shall be smiles.

0:15:09 > 0:15:11But that shall be as it may.

0:15:11 > 0:15:15Come, I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends.

0:15:15 > 0:15:18We'll be all three sworn brothers to France.

0:15:18 > 0:15:22I will do as I may!

0:15:22 > 0:15:26It is certain that Ancient Pistol is married to Nell Quickly.

0:15:26 > 0:15:31It is certain she did you wrong, for you WERE betrothed to her.

0:15:31 > 0:15:33LAUGHTER

0:15:37 > 0:15:40Well now, mine host, Pistol.

0:15:40 > 0:15:45Base tyke! Callest thou me host now?

0:15:45 > 0:15:48By this arm, I swear I scorn the term!

0:15:48 > 0:15:53- Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers! - No, by my troth not long.

0:15:53 > 0:15:57We can't lodge a dozen gentlewomen who live honestly

0:15:57 > 0:16:01but it shall be thought we keep a bawdy house.

0:16:01 > 0:16:02Pish!

0:16:02 > 0:16:05Pish for thee, Iceland dog!

0:16:05 > 0:16:10Good Corporal Nym, show thy valour and put up thy sword.

0:16:10 > 0:16:13Will you shog off? Pistol...

0:16:13 > 0:16:19I will prick your guts a little, that's the humour of it.

0:16:19 > 0:16:21Braggart vile!

0:16:21 > 0:16:27He that strikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts.

0:16:27 > 0:16:32An oath of mickel might, and fury shall abate.

0:16:32 > 0:16:37- Mine host, Pistol, you must come to my master. And you, hostess.

0:16:37 > 0:16:39- He is very sick and would to bed.

0:16:39 > 0:16:43- Bardolph, do him a warming-pan.

0:16:43 > 0:16:44Away, you rogue.

0:16:46 > 0:16:49- Faith, he's very ill.

0:16:52 > 0:16:57Upon my troth, the King has killed his heart.

0:16:57 > 0:16:59But, husband, come in presently.

0:17:12 > 0:17:14Come, shall I make you two friends?

0:17:14 > 0:17:19We must to France together. Why keep knives to cut one another's throats?

0:17:19 > 0:17:24Pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting.

0:17:24 > 0:17:27Base is the slave that pays.

0:17:27 > 0:17:33He that makes the first thrust, I will kill him.

0:17:33 > 0:17:36If ever you come of women, come in quickly to Sir John.

0:17:36 > 0:17:40He is shaked with a burning quotidian fever

0:17:40 > 0:17:43that is lamentable to behold.

0:17:43 > 0:17:46Sweet men, come to him.

0:17:47 > 0:17:50Poor Sir John.

0:17:50 > 0:17:53A good portly man is he.

0:17:54 > 0:17:58SOUNDS OF REVELRY IN HIS IMAGINATION

0:17:59 > 0:18:04'I have a cheerful look, a pleasing eye and a most noble courage.'

0:18:04 > 0:18:07RAUCOUS LAUGHTER

0:18:12 > 0:18:15But do I not dwindle?

0:18:15 > 0:18:19My skin hangs about me like an old lady's loose gown!

0:18:22 > 0:18:26Company, villainous company hath been the spoil of me.

0:18:26 > 0:18:28Ah-h-h-h-h!

0:18:33 > 0:18:37I was as virtuous as a gentleman need to be.

0:18:37 > 0:18:39Virtuous enough. Swore little.

0:18:39 > 0:18:42SHOUTS OF DISBELIEF

0:18:42 > 0:18:45Diced not...above seven days a week.

0:18:48 > 0:18:51Went to a bawdy house not above once in the quarter.

0:18:51 > 0:18:53Oh-h!

0:18:56 > 0:18:59Paid money that I borrowed...

0:18:59 > 0:19:02three or four times.

0:19:02 > 0:19:05Lived well and in good compass.

0:19:05 > 0:19:12You are so fat, Sir John, that you must indeed be out of all compass.

0:19:12 > 0:19:16Do thou amend thy face and I'll amend my life.

0:19:18 > 0:19:21LAUGHTER

0:19:23 > 0:19:25Oh! Oh!

0:19:30 > 0:19:35If sack and sugar be a fault then God help the wicked!

0:19:35 > 0:19:41If to be old and merry is a sin, if to be fat is to be hated...

0:19:43 > 0:19:48..but no, My good Lord, when thou art King,

0:19:48 > 0:19:54banish Pistol, banish Bardolph, banish Nym,

0:19:54 > 0:19:56but sweet Jack Falstaff,

0:19:56 > 0:19:59valiant Jack Falstaff,

0:19:59 > 0:20:05and therefore more valiant being, as he is, OLD Jack Falstaff,

0:20:05 > 0:20:08banish not him thy Harry's company.

0:20:10 > 0:20:13Banish plump Jack and banish all the world.

0:20:16 > 0:20:18I do.

0:20:18 > 0:20:20I will.

0:20:24 > 0:20:28(But we have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Harry.)

0:20:32 > 0:20:34(Jesu.)

0:20:36 > 0:20:38(Days that we have seen.)

0:20:40 > 0:20:43I know thee not, old man.

0:21:04 > 0:21:09The King hath run bad humours on the night.

0:21:09 > 0:21:13Nym, thou hast spoke the right.

0:21:13 > 0:21:18His heart is fracted and corroborate.

0:21:18 > 0:21:22The King's a good king.

0:21:22 > 0:21:24But it must be as it may.

0:21:24 > 0:21:28He passes some humours and careers.

0:21:28 > 0:21:31Let us condole the night.

0:21:31 > 0:21:35For lambkins...we will live.

0:21:44 > 0:21:51The French, advised by good intelligence of this most dreadful preparation, shake in their fear

0:21:51 > 0:21:56and with pale policy seek to divert the English purposes.

0:21:56 > 0:22:00O England! Model to thy inward greatness,

0:22:00 > 0:22:03like a little body with a mighty heart,

0:22:03 > 0:22:06what mightst thou do that honour would thee do,

0:22:06 > 0:22:09were all thy children kind and natural?

0:22:09 > 0:22:15But see thy fault! France hath found a nest of hollow bosoms

0:22:15 > 0:22:20which he fills with treacherous crowns, and three corrupted men -

0:22:20 > 0:22:24Richard, Earl of Cambridge, Henry, Lord Scroop of Masham,

0:22:24 > 0:22:27and Sir Thomas Grey, Knight, of Northumberland

0:22:27 > 0:22:31have for the guilt of France - O gilt indeed! -

0:22:31 > 0:22:34confirmed conspiracy with France

0:22:34 > 0:22:40and by their hands this King must die ere he takes ship for France.

0:22:40 > 0:22:42The traitors are agreed.

0:22:42 > 0:22:44The King is set from London

0:22:44 > 0:22:49and the scene is now transported, gentles, to Southampton!

0:23:01 > 0:23:04('Fore God, His Grace is bold to trust these traitors.)

0:23:04 > 0:23:06They shall be apprehended by and by.

0:23:06 > 0:23:09How smooth and even they do bear themselves,

0:23:09 > 0:23:13as if allegiance in their bosoms sat.

0:23:13 > 0:23:17The King hath note of what they intend by interception.

0:23:17 > 0:23:22The man that was his bedfellow whom he hath cloyed with favours,

0:23:22 > 0:23:28that he should, for a foreign purse, so sell his sovereign's life!

0:23:28 > 0:23:29DOOR OPENS

0:23:36 > 0:23:39Now sits the wind fair and we will aboard.

0:23:45 > 0:23:51Cambridge, Masham, Northumberland, give me your thoughts.

0:23:51 > 0:23:56Think you not that the powers we bear with us will cut a passage through the force of France?

0:23:56 > 0:23:59- If each man do his best.- They will.

0:23:59 > 0:24:03Your Majesty is feared and loved.

0:24:03 > 0:24:05True.

0:24:05 > 0:24:07We therefore have great cause of thankfulness.

0:24:07 > 0:24:12Exeter, enlarge the man committed yesterday that railed against us.

0:24:12 > 0:24:16Excess of wine set him on.

0:24:16 > 0:24:18We pardon him.

0:24:18 > 0:24:21That's mercy, but too much security.

0:24:21 > 0:24:26Let him be punished, lest example breed by his sufferance more of such a kind.

0:24:26 > 0:24:30O, let us yet be merciful.

0:24:30 > 0:24:33- So may you and yet punish too.

0:24:33 > 0:24:38You show mercy if you give him life after the taste of correction.

0:24:38 > 0:24:44Your love and care of me are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch.

0:24:44 > 0:24:50If little faults preceding on distemper shall not be winked at,

0:24:50 > 0:24:57how shall we stretch our eye when capital crimes chewed, swallowed and digested appear before us?

0:25:00 > 0:25:02We'll yet enlarge that man

0:25:02 > 0:25:05though Cambridge, Scroop and Grey,

0:25:05 > 0:25:09in their care and tender preservation of our person,

0:25:09 > 0:25:12would have him punished.

0:25:14 > 0:25:17And now to our French causes.

0:25:17 > 0:25:21- Who are the new commissioners? - I am.

0:25:21 > 0:25:23- I also. - And I.

0:25:23 > 0:25:28Richard, Earl of Cambridge, this is yours. Lord Scroop...Sir Knight.

0:25:30 > 0:25:32Read them.

0:25:32 > 0:25:36And know...I know... your worthiness.

0:25:39 > 0:25:42Westmoreland, Exeter, we will aboard tonight.

0:25:47 > 0:25:53How now, gentlemen? What see you that you lose so much complexion?

0:25:53 > 0:25:56I confess and submit me to thy mercy.

0:25:56 > 0:25:58To which we all appeal.

0:25:58 > 0:26:03The mercy that was quick in us of late by your own counsel is suppressed.

0:26:03 > 0:26:06Do not dare talk of mercy.

0:26:06 > 0:26:11For your own reasons, turn into your bosoms as dogs upon their masters.

0:26:22 > 0:26:28See you, my princes and my noble peers, these English monsters.

0:26:28 > 0:26:31What shall I say to thee, Lord Scroop?

0:26:31 > 0:26:38Thou cruel, ingrateful, savage and inhuman creature!

0:26:38 > 0:26:42THOU that didst bear the key of all my counsels,

0:26:42 > 0:26:44knewest the very bottom of my soul,

0:26:44 > 0:26:48that almost mightst have coined me into gold.

0:26:48 > 0:26:51Can foreign hire out of thee extract

0:26:51 > 0:26:55one spark of evil that might annoy my finger?

0:26:55 > 0:27:01'Tis strange that though the truth stands off as gross as black and white,

0:27:01 > 0:27:04my eye will scarcely see it.

0:27:04 > 0:27:08So...constant and unspotted didst thou seem.

0:27:10 > 0:27:14But this thy fall hath left a kind of blot

0:27:14 > 0:27:19to mark the full-fraught man and best indued with some suspicion.

0:27:24 > 0:27:27I will weep for thee.

0:27:27 > 0:27:32For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like another fall of man!

0:27:49 > 0:27:55I arrest thee of high treason by the name of Richard, Earl of Cambridge.

0:27:55 > 0:27:59I arrest thee of high treason by the name of Thomas Grey, Knight, of Northumberland.

0:28:01 > 0:28:06I arrest thee of high treason by the name of Henry, Lord Scroop of Masham.

0:28:11 > 0:28:13Hear your sentence.

0:28:13 > 0:28:18You conspired against our royal person, joined with an enemy,

0:28:18 > 0:28:20and from him received the gold in earnest of our death wherein.

0:28:20 > 0:28:24You would have sold your king to slaughter,

0:28:24 > 0:28:27his subjects to oppression and contempt,

0:28:27 > 0:28:29and his whole kingdom into desolation.

0:28:32 > 0:28:37Get you therefore hence, poor miserable wretches, to your death.

0:28:37 > 0:28:41The taste whereof God in His mercy give you patience to endure,

0:28:41 > 0:28:45and true repentance of all your dear offences.

0:28:47 > 0:28:49Bear them hence!

0:28:55 > 0:28:58Now, Lords, for France.

0:28:58 > 0:29:01The enterprise whereof shall be to you, as us, like glorious

0:29:01 > 0:29:04as God hath brought to light this dangerous treason.

0:29:07 > 0:29:10The signs of war advance.

0:29:10 > 0:29:15No King of England, if not King of France.

0:29:56 > 0:29:59Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.

0:29:59 > 0:30:04No. For my manly heart doth yearn.

0:30:05 > 0:30:08Bardolph, be blithe.

0:30:09 > 0:30:12Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins.

0:30:13 > 0:30:17Boy, bristle thy courage up.

0:30:17 > 0:30:23Poor Falstaff is dead and we must yearn therefore.

0:30:23 > 0:30:26Would I were with him in heaven or in hell.

0:30:26 > 0:30:28Nay, sure he's not in hell.

0:30:28 > 0:30:33He's in Arthur's bosom, if ever a man went to Arthur's bosom.

0:30:33 > 0:30:36He made a finer end than many a Christian child.

0:30:39 > 0:30:42He parted even just between twelve and one.

0:30:44 > 0:30:46Even at the turning of the tide.

0:30:47 > 0:30:51For after I saw him fumble with the sheets,

0:30:51 > 0:30:57play with flowers and smile upon his fingers' ends,

0:30:57 > 0:31:00I knew there was but one way.

0:31:02 > 0:31:04For his nose was as sharp as a pen.

0:31:07 > 0:31:09And a' babbled of green fields.

0:31:11 > 0:31:15"How now, Sir John," quoth I, "What, man, be of good cheer!"

0:31:17 > 0:31:21So he cried out, "God, God...

0:31:23 > 0:31:25"God."

0:31:25 > 0:31:27Three or four times.

0:31:30 > 0:31:33Now, I had to comfort him.

0:31:33 > 0:31:35Bid him he should not think of God.

0:31:35 > 0:31:39I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet.

0:31:41 > 0:31:45He bade me put more clothes on his feet.

0:31:46 > 0:31:50I put my hand into the bed and felt them.

0:31:52 > 0:31:55And they were as cold as any stone.

0:31:58 > 0:32:00Now I felt to his knees.

0:32:01 > 0:32:05And so upward.

0:32:05 > 0:32:07And upward.

0:32:10 > 0:32:12And all was as...

0:32:14 > 0:32:16..cold as any stone.

0:32:22 > 0:32:26- They say he called out of sack. - Oh, that he did.- And of women.

0:32:26 > 0:32:29- That he did not.- BOY: He did.

0:32:29 > 0:32:32He said they were devils incarnate.

0:32:32 > 0:32:34He could never abide carnation.

0:32:36 > 0:32:39He said once the devil would have him about about women.

0:32:39 > 0:32:45Well, he did in some sort handle women.

0:32:45 > 0:32:50But then he was rheumatic and talked of the whore of Babylon.

0:32:50 > 0:32:53Do you not remember he saw a flea stick upon Bardolph's nose?

0:32:53 > 0:32:56He said it was a black soul burning in hell.

0:32:56 > 0:32:59BARDOLPH: Well, the fuel is gone that maintained that fire.

0:32:59 > 0:33:03That's all the riches I got in his service.

0:33:06 > 0:33:08Shall we shog?

0:33:08 > 0:33:11The King will be gone from Southampton.

0:33:27 > 0:33:29Farewell, hostess.

0:33:30 > 0:33:33I cannot kiss. That's the humour of it.

0:33:35 > 0:33:37But...

0:33:42 > 0:33:44Adieu.

0:33:57 > 0:34:00Let housewifery appear.

0:34:02 > 0:34:05Keep close...

0:34:06 > 0:34:08I thee command!

0:34:09 > 0:34:12KNOCKING

0:34:12 > 0:34:14Farewell.

0:34:25 > 0:34:27Adieu.

0:34:33 > 0:34:36CHORUS: 'Follow, follow.

0:34:36 > 0:34:41'For who is he whose chin is but enriched with one appearing hair

0:34:41 > 0:34:46'that will not follow these culled and choice-drawn cavaliers to France?'

0:35:07 > 0:35:11Thus comes the English with full power upon us.

0:35:13 > 0:35:18And more than carefully it us concerns to answer royally in our defences.

0:35:20 > 0:35:26Therefore the Dukes of Berri and of Bretagne,

0:35:26 > 0:35:32of Brabant and of Orleans shall make forth. And you, Prince Dauphin...

0:35:32 > 0:35:38My most redoubted father, 'tis most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe

0:35:38 > 0:35:41for peace itself should not so dull a kingdom

0:35:41 > 0:35:47but that defences, musters, preparations should be maintained as were a war in expectation.

0:35:47 > 0:35:50Therefore it is meet we all go forth

0:35:50 > 0:35:54to view the sick and feeble parts of France.

0:35:54 > 0:36:01Let us do it with no more fear than if we heard that England were busied with a Whitsun Morris dance.

0:36:02 > 0:36:08For she is so idly kinged by a giddy youth that fear attends her not.

0:36:08 > 0:36:13O peace, Prince Dauphin! You are too much mistaken in this King.

0:36:13 > 0:36:19The ambassadors say he heard them with great state.

0:36:19 > 0:36:25He has many noble counsellors, how modest in exception,

0:36:25 > 0:36:29and withal, how terrible in constant resolution.

0:36:33 > 0:36:36Well, 'tis not so, my Lord High Constable,

0:36:36 > 0:36:39but though we think it so, it is no matter.

0:36:39 > 0:36:43It is best to think the enemy more mighty than he seems.

0:36:43 > 0:36:45Think we King Harry strong.

0:36:47 > 0:36:53And, Princes, look you strongly arm to meet him.

0:36:53 > 0:36:56For he is bred out of that bloody strain

0:36:56 > 0:37:00that haunted us in our familiar paths.

0:37:00 > 0:37:02Witness our too much memorable shame

0:37:02 > 0:37:07when Cressy battle fatally was struck.

0:37:07 > 0:37:11And all our princes captived

0:37:11 > 0:37:13by the hand of that black name,

0:37:13 > 0:37:18Edward, Black Prince of Wales.

0:37:21 > 0:37:26This is a stem of that victorious stock,

0:37:26 > 0:37:32and let us fear the native mightiness and fate of him.

0:37:39 > 0:37:41DOOR OPENS

0:37:52 > 0:37:57Ambassadors from Harry, King of England, do crave admittance to Your Majesty.

0:37:57 > 0:38:00Go and bring them.

0:38:02 > 0:38:07You see this chase is hotly followed, friends.

0:38:12 > 0:38:16Good my sovereign, take up the English short

0:38:16 > 0:38:20and let them know of what a monarchy you are the head.

0:38:21 > 0:38:26Self-love, My Liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.

0:38:42 > 0:38:44From our brother England?

0:38:44 > 0:38:49From him, and thus he greets Your Majesty.

0:38:49 > 0:38:54He wills you in the name of God almighty that you divest yourself

0:38:54 > 0:38:58and lay apart the borrowed glories that by gift of heaven,

0:38:58 > 0:39:00by law of nature, and of nations,

0:39:00 > 0:39:07'longs to him and to his heirs, namely, the crown.

0:39:07 > 0:39:10Willing you overlook this pedigree...

0:39:11 > 0:39:14..and when you find him evenly derived

0:39:14 > 0:39:18from his most famed of famous ancestors, Edward III,

0:39:18 > 0:39:23he bids you resign your crown and kingdom, indirectly held from him,

0:39:23 > 0:39:27the native and true challenger.

0:39:27 > 0:39:29Or else what follows?

0:39:31 > 0:39:33Bloody constraint.

0:39:33 > 0:39:37For if you hide the crown, even in your hearts,

0:39:37 > 0:39:40there will he rake for it.

0:39:40 > 0:39:43Therefore in fierce tempest is he coming,

0:39:43 > 0:39:49in thunder like a Jove that, if requiring fail, he will compel.

0:39:51 > 0:39:56This is his claim, his threatening and my message.

0:39:56 > 0:39:59Unless the Dolphin be in presence here,

0:39:59 > 0:40:02to whom expressly I bring greeting too.

0:40:02 > 0:40:07For the DAUPHIN, I stand here for him.

0:40:13 > 0:40:16What to him from England?

0:40:16 > 0:40:19Scorn and defiance,

0:40:19 > 0:40:23slight regard, contempt,

0:40:23 > 0:40:26and anything that may not misbecome the mighty sender,

0:40:26 > 0:40:31doth he prize you at. Thus says my king.

0:40:31 > 0:40:38If my father render fair return, it is against my will, for I desire nothing but odds with England.

0:40:38 > 0:40:41To that end, matching his vanity,

0:40:41 > 0:40:44I did present him with the Paris balls.

0:40:44 > 0:40:48He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it.

0:40:48 > 0:40:51You'll find a difference,

0:40:51 > 0:40:57as we, his subjects, have found between the promise of his greener days and these he masters now.

0:40:59 > 0:41:04Tomorrow shall you know our mind at full.

0:41:10 > 0:41:17CHORUS: 'Thus with imagined wing our swift scene flies in motion of no less celerity than that of THOUGHT!'

0:41:19 > 0:41:22Work your thoughts, and in them see a siege.

0:41:22 > 0:41:29Behold the ordnance on their carriages with fatal mouths gaping on Harfleur.

0:41:29 > 0:41:33The French ambassador tells Harry that the King doth offer him Katherine, his daughter,

0:41:33 > 0:41:36and to dowry, some petty dukedoms.

0:41:36 > 0:41:44The offer likes him not. The gunner with linstock the cannon touches and down goes all before them!

0:41:54 > 0:41:59Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more,

0:41:59 > 0:42:03or close the wall up with our English dead.

0:42:11 > 0:42:15In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility.

0:42:15 > 0:42:19But when the blast of war blows in our ears,

0:42:19 > 0:42:25summon up the blood, disguise fair nature with hard-favoured rage.

0:42:25 > 0:42:30Lend the eye a terrible aspect. Let the brow o'erwhelm it

0:42:30 > 0:42:34as fearfully as doth a galled rock o'erhang his confounded base,

0:42:34 > 0:42:38swilled with the wild and wasteful ocean.

0:42:38 > 0:42:41Set the teeth, stretch the nostril wide

0:42:41 > 0:42:45and bend up every spirit to his full height!

0:42:45 > 0:42:48On, on, you noblest English!

0:42:48 > 0:42:51EXPLOSION

0:42:53 > 0:42:59Dishonour not your mothers. Now attest that those whom you call fathers did beget you.

0:42:59 > 0:43:02Show us the mettle of your pasture.

0:43:02 > 0:43:06Let us swear that you are worth your breeding which I doubt NOT,

0:43:06 > 0:43:09for there is none of you so mean and base

0:43:09 > 0:43:12that hath not noble lustre in your eyes.

0:43:12 > 0:43:16I see you stand like greyhounds in the slip, straining upon the start.

0:43:16 > 0:43:18The game's afoot.

0:43:18 > 0:43:20Follow your spirit, and upon this charge, cry,

0:43:20 > 0:43:26"God for Harry, ENGLAND and SAINT GEORGE!"

0:43:27 > 0:43:32ALL: God for Harry, England and Saint George!

0:43:36 > 0:43:39On! On! On!

0:43:41 > 0:43:45Up to the breach, you dogs!

0:43:45 > 0:43:48Avaunt, you cullions!

0:43:58 > 0:44:04Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines. The Duke of Gloucester would speak with you.

0:44:04 > 0:44:07It is not so good to come to the mines.

0:44:07 > 0:44:11The mines is not according to the discipline of war.

0:44:11 > 0:44:17I think I will blow up all if there is not better direction.

0:44:17 > 0:44:20The Duke of Gloucester, to whom the order of the siege is given,

0:44:20 > 0:44:24is altogether directed by an Irishman.

0:44:24 > 0:44:30- Captain Macmorris?- I think it be. - By Jesu, he is an ass in the world.

0:44:30 > 0:44:33He has no more directions in the true disciplines of the wars

0:44:33 > 0:44:35than is a puppy-dog.

0:44:36 > 0:44:39Here he comes with Captain Jamy.

0:44:39 > 0:44:43Captain Jamy is a valorous gentleman.

0:44:43 > 0:44:47I say, good day, Captain Fluellen.

0:44:47 > 0:44:49Good day, good Captain James.

0:44:49 > 0:44:53Captain Macmorris, have you quit the mines?

0:44:53 > 0:44:56The trumpet sound the retreat.

0:44:56 > 0:44:59By my hand, 'tis ill done.

0:44:59 > 0:45:01Captain Macmorris, I beseech you,

0:45:01 > 0:45:05a few disputations as partly touching the disciplines of the war

0:45:05 > 0:45:09to satisfy my opinion and my mind,

0:45:09 > 0:45:13as touching the direction of the military discipline.

0:45:13 > 0:45:20The town is besieged and the trumpet calls us to the breach and we TALK!

0:45:20 > 0:45:23'Ere my eyes take themselves to slumber,

0:45:23 > 0:45:27I'll do good service, or I'll lie in the ground for it.

0:45:27 > 0:45:34Captain Macmorris, I think there are not many of your nation.

0:45:34 > 0:45:38What is my nation? Who talks of my nation is a villain and a bastard

0:45:38 > 0:45:42and a knave and a rascal.

0:45:42 > 0:45:46If you take the matter otherwise than it is meant,

0:45:46 > 0:45:48I shall think you do not use me

0:45:48 > 0:45:52with that affability which I deserve,

0:45:52 > 0:45:56being as good a man as yourself.

0:45:56 > 0:46:00I do not know you so good a man as myself so, Christ save me,

0:46:00 > 0:46:03I will cut off your head!

0:46:27 > 0:46:31How yet resolves the governor of the town?

0:46:31 > 0:46:35This is the latest parle we will admit,

0:46:35 > 0:46:38therefore to our best mercy give yourselves,

0:46:38 > 0:46:42or like to men proud of destruction defy us to our worst.

0:46:42 > 0:46:45If I begin the battery once again,

0:46:45 > 0:46:51I will not leave Harfleur till in her ashes she lie buried.

0:46:51 > 0:46:54Therefore, you men of Harfleur,

0:46:54 > 0:46:57take pity of your town and of your people

0:46:57 > 0:47:00whiles yet my soldiers are in my command,

0:47:00 > 0:47:04whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace

0:47:04 > 0:47:08o'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds

0:47:08 > 0:47:12of heady murder, spoil and villany!

0:47:12 > 0:47:16If not, why, in a MOMENT look to see

0:47:16 > 0:47:20the blind and bloody soldier with foul hand

0:47:20 > 0:47:24defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters,

0:47:24 > 0:47:30your fathers taken by their beards and their heads dashed to the walls

0:47:30 > 0:47:33and your naked infants spitted upon pikes,

0:47:33 > 0:47:38whiles the mad mothers with their howls confused

0:47:38 > 0:47:41do break the CLOUDS.

0:47:41 > 0:47:43What say you?

0:47:43 > 0:47:48Will you yield and this avoid?

0:47:48 > 0:47:51Or, guilty in defence,

0:47:51 > 0:47:54be thus destroyed?

0:47:54 > 0:47:57The Dauphin, of whose succour we entreated,

0:47:57 > 0:48:02returns us that his powers are not yet ready to raise so great a siege.

0:48:04 > 0:48:07Therefore, dread King,

0:48:07 > 0:48:09enter our gates,

0:48:09 > 0:48:13dispose of us and ours,

0:48:13 > 0:48:16for we no longer are defensible.

0:48:44 > 0:48:46Go you and enter Harfleur.

0:48:46 > 0:48:50There remain and fortify it strongly against the French.

0:48:50 > 0:48:53Use mercy to them all.

0:48:57 > 0:48:59For us, dear Uncle,

0:48:59 > 0:49:03the winter coming on and sickness growing upon our soldiers,

0:49:03 > 0:49:06we will retire to Calais.

0:49:09 > 0:49:13Tonight in Harfleur will we be your guest.

0:49:13 > 0:49:17Tomorrow for the march are we addressed.

0:49:41 > 0:49:43Alice!

0:49:52 > 0:49:57Tu as ete en Angleterre et tu parles le langage.

0:49:57 > 0:49:59Un peu, madame.

0:49:59 > 0:50:06Je te prie, m'enseignez. Il faut que j'apprenne a parler.

0:50:06 > 0:50:12- Comment appelez-vous la main en anglais?- La main? Elle est appelee de hand.

0:50:12 > 0:50:15De hand.

0:50:15 > 0:50:20- Et les doigts?- Les doigt? Ma foi, j'oublie les doigts!

0:50:20 > 0:50:26Mais je souviendrai. Les doigts? Ils sont appeles fingres.

0:50:28 > 0:50:30La main - de hand.

0:50:30 > 0:50:35- Les doigts - de fingres.- Uh-huh.

0:50:35 > 0:50:39Je suis le bon ecolier! J'ai gagne deux mots d'anglais vitement.

0:50:39 > 0:50:42Comment appelez-vous les ongles?

0:50:42 > 0:50:46- Les ongles? Nous les appelons de nails.- Nails.

0:50:48 > 0:50:51Ecoutez. Dites-moi si je parle bien.

0:50:51 > 0:50:55De hand, de fingres et de nails.

0:50:55 > 0:50:58C'est bien dit, madame.

0:50:58 > 0:51:00Il est fort bon anglais.

0:51:00 > 0:51:02Dites-moi l'anglais pour le bras.

0:51:02 > 0:51:06- De arm, madame.- Et le coude?

0:51:06 > 0:51:08D'elbow.

0:51:08 > 0:51:10D'elbow.

0:51:11 > 0:51:16Je m'en fais la repetition de tous les mot que vous m'avez appris des a present.

0:51:16 > 0:51:20- Il est trop difficile. - Excusez-moi, Alice. Ecoutez.

0:51:20 > 0:51:25- De hand, de fingres, de nails, de arma, de bilbow.- D'elbow.

0:51:25 > 0:51:29O Seigneur Dieu! D'elbow!

0:51:29 > 0:51:33- Comment appelez-vous le col? - De nick, madame.- De nick.

0:51:34 > 0:51:39- Et le menton?- De chin.

0:51:39 > 0:51:41De chin.

0:51:41 > 0:51:46Le col - de nick. Le menton - de chin.

0:51:46 > 0:51:49Oui! Sauf votre honneur, en verite,

0:51:49 > 0:51:53vous prononcez les mots aussi droit que les natifs d'Angleterre.

0:51:53 > 0:51:56Je l'apprendrai - par la grace de Dieu et un peu de temps!

0:51:56 > 0:51:59Ne l'avez-vous pas deja oublie?

0:51:59 > 0:52:02Non! Je reciterai a vous promptement.

0:52:02 > 0:52:07De hand, de fingres, de...mails.

0:52:07 > 0:52:12- De nails, madame. - De nails, de arm, de...bolbow.

0:52:12 > 0:52:14Sauf votre honneur, d'elbow!

0:52:14 > 0:52:20Ainsi dis-je! De elbow, de nick et de...sin.

0:52:20 > 0:52:24Comment appelez-vous le pied et la robe?

0:52:24 > 0:52:28Le foot, madame, et le...coun.

0:52:29 > 0:52:31Le foot et le coun?

0:52:31 > 0:52:33Mm.

0:52:33 > 0:52:37O Seigneur Dieu!

0:52:37 > 0:52:41Ils sont le mots de son mauvais, corruptible, gros et impudique,

0:52:41 > 0:52:48et non pour les dames d'honneur d'user. Je ne veux dire ces mots devant les seigneurs de France!

0:52:48 > 0:52:51Le foot et le coun!

0:52:55 > 0:53:00Neanmoins, je reciterai un autre fois ma lecon ensemble.

0:53:00 > 0:53:04De hand. De fingres.

0:53:04 > 0:53:08De nails! De arm. De elbo-le-bo-le-bow!

0:53:08 > 0:53:12- De nick, de sin, de foot, de coun. - Excellent, madame!

0:53:34 > 0:53:39'Tis certain he hath passed the River Somme.

0:53:39 > 0:53:43And if he be not fought withal, let us not live in France.

0:53:43 > 0:53:47Normans! But bastard Normans!

0:53:47 > 0:53:49Norman bastards!

0:53:49 > 0:53:53Where have they this mettle? Their climate is dull.

0:53:53 > 0:53:55O, for honour of our land!

0:53:55 > 0:54:00Our madames mock at us and plainly say our mettle is bred out.

0:54:03 > 0:54:07And they will give their bodies to the lust of English youth

0:54:07 > 0:54:11to new-store France with bastard warriors.

0:54:13 > 0:54:16Where is Mountjoy the herald?

0:54:16 > 0:54:19Speed him hence.

0:54:19 > 0:54:24Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.

0:54:24 > 0:54:26Up, princes!

0:54:26 > 0:54:30And with spirit of honour edged more sharper than your swords,

0:54:30 > 0:54:33hie to the field.

0:54:33 > 0:54:38Bar Harry England that sweeps through our land

0:54:38 > 0:54:41with pennons painted in the blood of Harfleur.

0:54:42 > 0:54:47Go down upon him, you have power enough.

0:54:47 > 0:54:51And in a captive chariot into Rouen bring him our prisoner.

0:54:53 > 0:54:56This becomes the great.

0:54:56 > 0:55:01Sorry I am his numbers are so few, his soldiers sick and famished.

0:55:01 > 0:55:07When he do see our army, his heart will drop into the sink of fear

0:55:07 > 0:55:10and for achievement offer us his ransom.

0:55:10 > 0:55:13Therefore, Lord Constable,

0:55:13 > 0:55:15haste on Mountjoy.

0:55:16 > 0:55:19Prince Dauphin...

0:55:19 > 0:55:21you shall stay with us in Rouen.

0:55:21 > 0:55:24Not so, I do beseech Your Majesty.

0:55:24 > 0:55:27Be patient, for you shall remain with us!

0:55:29 > 0:55:33Now forth, Lord Constable and princes all,

0:55:33 > 0:55:37and QUICKLY bring us word of England's fall.

0:56:56 > 0:56:58Captain!

0:57:02 > 0:57:04Captain Fluellen!

0:57:05 > 0:57:09Come you from the bridge? Is the Duke of Exeter safe?

0:57:09 > 0:57:13He is not, God be blessed and praised, any hurt in the world,

0:57:13 > 0:57:16but keeps the bridge valiantly.

0:57:17 > 0:57:19Captain!

0:57:19 > 0:57:23I thee beseech to do me favours.

0:57:23 > 0:57:26The Duke of Exeter doth love thee well.

0:57:26 > 0:57:30Ay, I praise God, and I have merited some love at his hands.

0:57:30 > 0:57:36Bardolph, a soldier, firm and sound of heart, and of buxom valour,

0:57:36 > 0:57:41hath, by cruel fate, and giddy Fortune's furious fickle wheel...

0:57:41 > 0:57:45Touching your patience, Pistol,

0:57:45 > 0:57:48Fortune is an excellent moral.

0:57:48 > 0:57:52Fortune is Bardolph's foe and frowns on him,

0:57:52 > 0:57:57for he hath stolen a pax and hanged must he be.

0:57:57 > 0:58:00Therefore, go speak.

0:58:00 > 0:58:03The Duke will hear thy voice.

0:58:04 > 0:58:10Speak, Captain, for his life, and I will thee requite.

0:58:10 > 0:58:14Ancient Pistol, I do partly understand your meaning.

0:58:14 > 0:58:18Why then, rejoice therefore!

0:58:18 > 0:58:21It is not a thing to rejoice at -

0:58:21 > 0:58:25for if he were my brother,

0:58:25 > 0:58:30I would desire the Duke to do his good pleasure and put him to execution.

0:58:30 > 0:58:33Discipline ought to be used.

0:58:35 > 0:58:38Die and be damned,

0:58:38 > 0:58:41and figo for thy friendship!

0:58:55 > 0:58:58How now, Fluellen! Comest thou from the bridge?

0:58:58 > 0:59:01Ay, so please Your Majesty.

0:59:01 > 0:59:05The Duke of Exeter hath gallantly maintained the bridge.

0:59:05 > 0:59:07What men have you lost, Fluellen?

0:59:07 > 0:59:11I think the Duke hath lost never a man...

0:59:14 > 0:59:19..but one that is like to be executed for robbing a church,

0:59:19 > 0:59:21one Bardolph.

0:59:21 > 0:59:23If Your Majesty know the man,

0:59:23 > 0:59:27his face is all bubukles and whelks and knobs and flames of fire.

0:59:27 > 0:59:31And his lips blow at his nose and it is like a coal of fire,

0:59:31 > 0:59:35sometimes blue, sometimes red.

0:59:35 > 0:59:39But his nose is executed and his fire's out.

0:59:43 > 0:59:45Up!

1:00:09 > 1:00:11LOUD CHEER

1:00:18 > 1:00:23Do not, when thou art King, hang a thief.

1:00:26 > 1:00:27No.

1:00:30 > 1:00:32Thou shalt.

1:00:58 > 1:01:02We would have all such offenders so cut off.

1:01:04 > 1:01:08We give charge that in our marches through the country

1:01:08 > 1:01:11there be nothing compelled from villages,

1:01:11 > 1:01:13nothing taken but paid for...

1:01:15 > 1:01:19..none of the French upbraided or abused in disdainful language...

1:01:21 > 1:01:25..for when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom...

1:01:26 > 1:01:29..the gentler gamester...

1:01:29 > 1:01:31is the soonest winner.

1:01:55 > 1:01:58Thus, says my King, "Say thou to Harry of England,

1:01:58 > 1:02:01"though we seemed dead, we did but sleep.

1:02:01 > 1:02:03"We could have rebuked him at Harfleur.

1:02:03 > 1:02:07"Now we speak, and our voice is imperial.

1:02:07 > 1:02:10"England shall repent his folly.

1:02:10 > 1:02:12"Bid him, therefore, consider of his ransom,

1:02:12 > 1:02:15"which must proportion the losses we have borne,

1:02:15 > 1:02:18"which in weight we answer his pettiness would bow under.

1:02:18 > 1:02:24"To this, add defiance, and tell him he hath betrayed his followers

1:02:24 > 1:02:27"whose condemnation is pronounced."

1:02:27 > 1:02:31So far my King and master, so much my office.

1:02:33 > 1:02:36- What is thy name?- Mountjoy.

1:02:36 > 1:02:39Thou dost thy office fairly.

1:02:39 > 1:02:41Turn thee back.

1:02:41 > 1:02:44Tell thy King I do not seek him now

1:02:44 > 1:02:47but could be willing to march on to Calais without impeachment.

1:02:47 > 1:02:54Tell thy master my ransom is this frail and worthless trunk,

1:02:54 > 1:02:57my army but a weak and sickly guard,

1:02:57 > 1:03:00yet we WILL come on,

1:03:00 > 1:03:05though France himself and such another neighbour stand in our way.

1:03:05 > 1:03:10Mountjoy, fare you well. The sum of all our answer is but this.

1:03:10 > 1:03:14We would not seek a battle as we are,

1:03:14 > 1:03:17nor as we are we say, we will not shun it.

1:03:20 > 1:03:23So tell your master.

1:03:23 > 1:03:26I shall deliver so.

1:03:26 > 1:03:28Thanks to Your Majesty.

1:03:46 > 1:03:49I hope they will not come upon us now.

1:03:49 > 1:03:52We are in God's hand, brother, not in theirs.

1:03:52 > 1:03:55THUNDER ROLLS

1:04:07 > 1:04:09March to the bridge.

1:04:09 > 1:04:14It draws towards night. Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves.

1:04:15 > 1:04:17And on tomorrow...

1:04:18 > 1:04:22..bid them march...away.

1:05:14 > 1:05:17Now, entertain conjecture of a time

1:05:17 > 1:05:21when creeping murmur and the poring dark

1:05:21 > 1:05:25fills the wide vessel of the universe

1:05:25 > 1:05:29from camp to camp through the foul womb of night

1:05:29 > 1:05:32the hum of either army stilly sounds

1:05:32 > 1:05:37that the fixed sentinels almost receive the secret whispers of each other's watch.

1:05:37 > 1:05:44Fire answers fire and each battle sees the other's umbered face.

1:05:44 > 1:05:50Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs, piercing the night's dull ear.

1:05:50 > 1:05:55And from the tents the armourers, accomplishing the knights,

1:05:55 > 1:06:00with busy hammers closing rivets up, give dreadful note of preparation.

1:06:00 > 1:06:04Proud of their numbers, and secure in soul,

1:06:04 > 1:06:09the confident and over-lusty French the low-rated English play at dice,

1:06:09 > 1:06:12and chide the crippled, tardy-gaited night

1:06:12 > 1:06:18who like a foul and ugly witch doth limp so tediously away.

1:06:18 > 1:06:21ARMOURERS' HAMMERS RING OUT

1:06:34 > 1:06:39- THE CONSTABLE OF FRANCE:- I have the best armour in the world.

1:06:39 > 1:06:40Would it were day!

1:06:40 > 1:06:44You have an excellent armour, but let my horse have his due.

1:06:44 > 1:06:46It is the best horse of Europe.

1:06:49 > 1:06:53Will it never be morning?

1:06:53 > 1:06:57My Lord of Orleans, and my Lord High Constable,

1:06:57 > 1:07:00you talk of horse and armour?

1:07:00 > 1:07:03You are as well provided of both.

1:07:03 > 1:07:10I will not change my horse for any that treads but on four hooves.

1:07:10 > 1:07:13When I bestride him, I soar!

1:07:13 > 1:07:16I am a hawk.

1:07:16 > 1:07:19He is pure air and fire!

1:07:19 > 1:07:22And the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him,

1:07:22 > 1:07:26but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him.

1:07:26 > 1:07:30Indeed, it is an excellent horse.

1:07:33 > 1:07:38My Lord Constable, the armour in your tent tonight, are those suns or stars on it?

1:07:38 > 1:07:41Stars, Mountjoy.

1:07:41 > 1:07:46- Some of them will fall tomorrow. - And yet my sky shall not want.

1:07:50 > 1:07:52Will it never be day?

1:07:55 > 1:07:57I will trot tomorrow a mile

1:07:57 > 1:08:00and my way shall be paved with English faces!

1:08:00 > 1:08:05I will not say so, for fear I should be faced out of my way.

1:08:13 > 1:08:15I'll go arm myself.

1:08:23 > 1:08:25The Dauphin longs for morning.

1:08:25 > 1:08:28He longs to eat the English.

1:08:28 > 1:08:30I think he will eat all he kills.

1:08:30 > 1:08:32He never did harm that I heard of.

1:08:32 > 1:08:34Nor will do none tomorrow.

1:08:34 > 1:08:37Would it were day!

1:08:39 > 1:08:43Alas, poor Harry of England...

1:08:43 > 1:08:47he longs not for the dawning as we do.

1:08:47 > 1:08:52If the English had any apprehension they would run away.

1:08:52 > 1:08:56That island of England breeds very valiant creatures.

1:09:03 > 1:09:08Now is it time to arm. Come, shall we about it?

1:09:08 > 1:09:10It is now two o'clock.

1:09:10 > 1:09:12But, let me see, by ten,

1:09:12 > 1:09:15we shall have each 100 Englishmen.

1:09:19 > 1:09:23The poor condemned English,

1:09:23 > 1:09:27like sacrifices, by their watchful fires,

1:09:27 > 1:09:33sit patiently and inly ruminate the morning's danger.

1:09:42 > 1:09:49And their gesture sad investing lank-lean cheeks and war-worn coats

1:09:49 > 1:09:56presenteth them unto the gazing moon so many horrid ghosts.

1:10:27 > 1:10:34O now, who will behold the royal captain of this ruined band

1:10:34 > 1:10:39walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent?

1:10:39 > 1:10:43Let him cry, "Praise and glory on his head!"

1:10:43 > 1:10:48For forth he goes and visits all his host,

1:10:48 > 1:10:52bids them good morrow with a modest smile,

1:10:52 > 1:10:57and calls them brothers, friends and countrymen.

1:10:57 > 1:11:00A largess universal like the sun

1:11:00 > 1:11:04his liberal eye doth give to everyone.

1:11:04 > 1:11:09Thawing cold fear, that mean and gentle all behold,

1:11:09 > 1:11:13as may unworthiness define,

1:11:13 > 1:11:17a little touch of Harry in the night.

1:11:17 > 1:11:19Good morrow, Sir Thomas Erpingham.

1:11:19 > 1:11:24A soft pillow for that white head were better than a churlish turf of France.

1:11:24 > 1:11:26Not so, My Liege.

1:11:26 > 1:11:29This lodging likes me better since I may say,

1:11:29 > 1:11:32"Now lie I like a king."

1:11:32 > 1:11:35Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas.

1:11:36 > 1:11:39Brothers both, commend me to the princes in our camp

1:11:39 > 1:11:42and desire them all to my pavilion.

1:11:42 > 1:11:44We shall, My Liege.

1:11:48 > 1:11:52- Shall I attend Your Grace? - No, my good knight.

1:11:52 > 1:11:57I and my bosom must debate a while, and then I would no other company.

1:11:57 > 1:12:02The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry.

1:12:07 > 1:12:10God-a-mercy, old heart.

1:12:10 > 1:12:13Thou speakest cheerfully.

1:12:22 > 1:12:25Qui va?

1:12:25 > 1:12:27A friend.

1:12:27 > 1:12:32Discuss unto me, art thou officer?

1:12:32 > 1:12:36Or art thou base, common and popular?

1:12:36 > 1:12:39I am a gentleman of a company.

1:12:39 > 1:12:42Trailest thou the puissant pike?

1:12:42 > 1:12:45Even so. What are you?

1:12:45 > 1:12:48As good a gentleman as the Emperor.

1:12:48 > 1:12:51Then you are a better than the King.

1:12:51 > 1:12:56The King's a bawcock and a heart of gold.

1:12:56 > 1:12:59A lad of life, an imp of fame,

1:12:59 > 1:13:04of parents good, of fist most valiant.

1:13:04 > 1:13:08I kiss his dirty shoe

1:13:08 > 1:13:12and from heart-string I love the lovely bully.

1:13:16 > 1:13:18What is thy name?

1:13:18 > 1:13:21- Harry le Roy.- Le Roy?

1:13:23 > 1:13:26- A Cornish name.- No, I am a Welshman.

1:13:28 > 1:13:31- Knowest thou Fluellen?- Aye.

1:13:31 > 1:13:36Tell him I'll knock his leek about his pate upon Saint David's Day.

1:13:36 > 1:13:41Do not wear your dagger in your cap that day, lest he knock that about yours!

1:13:41 > 1:13:44- Art thou his friend? - And his kinsman too.

1:13:45 > 1:13:50- A figo for thee, then! - I thank you. God be with you.

1:13:50 > 1:13:55- My name is Pistol called. - It sorts well with your fierceness.

1:14:02 > 1:14:04- Captain Fluellen!- Shh!

1:14:07 > 1:14:10(In the name of Jesu Christ, speak lower.)

1:14:15 > 1:14:19If you would take the pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the Great,

1:14:19 > 1:14:25you shall find that there is no tiddle-taddle in Pompey's camp.

1:14:25 > 1:14:28The enemy is loud. You hear him all night.

1:14:28 > 1:14:32If the enemy is an ass and a fool, and a prating coxcomb,

1:14:32 > 1:14:37is it meet that we should be thus also?

1:14:37 > 1:14:39In your conscience, now?

1:14:39 > 1:14:42(I will speak lower.)

1:14:42 > 1:14:46I pray you and beseech you that you will.

1:14:54 > 1:14:59In nomine patris et fili et spiritus sancti.

1:15:13 > 1:15:18Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks yonder?

1:15:18 > 1:15:25I think it be. But we have no great cause to desire the approach of day.

1:15:25 > 1:15:28We see yonder the beginning of the day,

1:15:28 > 1:15:32but I think we shall never see the end of it.

1:15:34 > 1:15:39- Who goes there?- A friend.

1:15:39 > 1:15:43- Under what captain serve you? - Under...Sir Thomas Erpingham.

1:15:49 > 1:15:54A good old commander and a most kind gentleman.

1:15:54 > 1:15:58What thinks he of our estate?

1:15:58 > 1:16:03Even as men wrecked on a sand that look to be washed off at the next tide.

1:16:05 > 1:16:08He hath not told his thought to the King.

1:16:08 > 1:16:11No. Nor it is not meet he should.

1:16:11 > 1:16:13The King is but a man as I am.

1:16:13 > 1:16:17The violet smells to him as it doth to me.

1:16:17 > 1:16:22His ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man.

1:16:22 > 1:16:27Therefore, his fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish as ours are.

1:16:27 > 1:16:30He may show outward courage,

1:16:30 > 1:16:35but I believe as cold a night as 'tis that he could wish himself in Thames up to the neck,

1:16:35 > 1:16:38and so I would he were,

1:16:38 > 1:16:42and I by him, so we were quit here.

1:16:43 > 1:16:47I think he would not wish himself anywhere but where he is.

1:16:47 > 1:16:49Then I would he were here ALONE.

1:16:51 > 1:16:56Methinks I could not die anywhere so contented as in the King's company,

1:16:56 > 1:17:01his cause being just and his quarrel honourable.

1:17:01 > 1:17:03That's more than we know.

1:17:03 > 1:17:08Ay, and more than we should seek after.

1:17:08 > 1:17:13If his cause be wrong, obedience to the King wipes the crime of it out of us.

1:17:16 > 1:17:22If the cause be not good, the King hath a heavy reckoning to make,

1:17:22 > 1:17:27when all those legs and arms and heads chopped off in a battle

1:17:27 > 1:17:31shall join together at the latter day and cry all,

1:17:31 > 1:17:35"We died at such a place,"

1:17:35 > 1:17:39some swearing, some crying for a surgeon,

1:17:39 > 1:17:43some upon their wives left poor behind them,

1:17:43 > 1:17:45some upon the debts they owe,

1:17:45 > 1:17:48some upon their children rawly left.

1:17:54 > 1:17:59I'm afeard there are few die well that die in a battle,

1:17:59 > 1:18:02for how can they charitably dispose of anything

1:18:02 > 1:18:06when blood is their argument?

1:18:06 > 1:18:10Now, if these men do not die well,

1:18:10 > 1:18:15it'll be a black matter for the King that led them to it.

1:18:15 > 1:18:19So if a son that is by his father sent about merchandise

1:18:19 > 1:18:21so sinfully miscarry upon the sea,

1:18:21 > 1:18:24the imputation of his wickedness, by your rule,

1:18:24 > 1:18:28should be imposed upon the father that sent him.

1:18:28 > 1:18:33But the King is not bound to answer the endings of his soldiers,

1:18:33 > 1:18:35nor the father of his son,

1:18:35 > 1:18:39for they purpose not their deaths when they purpose their services.

1:18:39 > 1:18:44There is no king, be his cause never so spotless,

1:18:44 > 1:18:48can try it out with all unspotted soldiers.

1:18:50 > 1:18:53Every subject's duty is the King's...

1:18:54 > 1:18:58..but every subject's soul's his own.

1:19:05 > 1:19:11'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill upon his own head,

1:19:11 > 1:19:13the King is not to answer it.

1:19:13 > 1:19:20I do not wish him to answer for me, yet I shall fight lustily for him.

1:19:20 > 1:19:23The King said he'd not be ransomed.

1:19:23 > 1:19:30When our throats are cut, he may be ransomed and we ne'er the wiser!

1:19:30 > 1:19:33If I live to see it, I'll never trust his word after.

1:19:33 > 1:19:36You pay him then!

1:19:38 > 1:19:42You'll never trust his word after!

1:19:42 > 1:19:45'Tis a foolish saying!

1:19:45 > 1:19:47Your reproof is too round.

1:19:47 > 1:19:50I should be angry with you if time were convenient.

1:19:50 > 1:19:53Let it be a quarrel between us - if you live!

1:19:53 > 1:19:58Be friends, you English fools! We have French foes enough!

1:20:17 > 1:20:20Upon the King!

1:20:20 > 1:20:23Let us our lives, our souls,

1:20:23 > 1:20:26our debts, our careful wives,

1:20:26 > 1:20:32our children and our sins lay on the King!

1:20:32 > 1:20:35We must bear all.

1:20:35 > 1:20:38O hard condition,

1:20:38 > 1:20:41twin-born with greatness,

1:20:41 > 1:20:45subject to the breath of every fool.

1:20:45 > 1:20:50What infinite heart's-ease must kings neglect that private men enjoy!

1:20:51 > 1:20:55And what have kings that privates have not too,

1:20:55 > 1:21:01save ceremony, and what art thou, thou idol ceremony?

1:21:02 > 1:21:07What drinkst thou oft, instead of homage sweet, but poisoned flattery?

1:21:07 > 1:21:12O be sick, great greatness, and bid thy ceremony give thee cure!

1:21:12 > 1:21:15Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's knee,

1:21:15 > 1:21:18command the health of it?

1:21:26 > 1:21:29No, thou proud dream,

1:21:29 > 1:21:35that playest so subtly with a king's repose.

1:21:35 > 1:21:38I am a king that find thee,

1:21:38 > 1:21:41and I know...

1:21:42 > 1:21:46..'tis not the balm, the sceptre and the ball,

1:21:46 > 1:21:50the sword, the mace, the crown imperial,

1:21:50 > 1:21:54the intertissued robe of gold and pearl,

1:21:54 > 1:21:57the farced title running 'fore the king,

1:21:57 > 1:22:00the throne he sits on,

1:22:00 > 1:22:05nor the tide of pomp that beats upon the high shore of this world.

1:22:07 > 1:22:11No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony,

1:22:11 > 1:22:15not all these, laid in bed majestical,

1:22:15 > 1:22:20can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave,

1:22:20 > 1:22:24who with a body filled and vacant mind

1:22:24 > 1:22:28gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread,

1:22:28 > 1:22:30never sees horrid night,

1:22:30 > 1:22:36but like a lackey but from the rise to set sweats in the eye of Phoebus

1:22:36 > 1:22:41and all night sleeps in Elysium,

1:22:41 > 1:22:46next day, after dawn, doth rise and help Hyperion to his horse.

1:22:46 > 1:22:47He follows so the ever-running year

1:22:47 > 1:22:50with profitable labour to his grave...

1:22:51 > 1:22:55..and, but for ceremony...

1:22:57 > 1:22:59..such a wretch

1:22:59 > 1:23:04winding up days with toil and nights with SLEEP...

1:23:06 > 1:23:08..had the forehand and vantage...

1:23:11 > 1:23:13..of a king.

1:23:17 > 1:23:21My Lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence,

1:23:21 > 1:23:23seek through the camp to find you.

1:23:25 > 1:23:29Good old knight, collect them all together at my tent.

1:23:31 > 1:23:33I'll be before thee.

1:23:37 > 1:23:40O God of Battles, steel my soldiers' hearts.

1:23:40 > 1:23:44Take from them now their sense of reckoning

1:23:44 > 1:23:47if the opposed numbers pluck their hearts from them.

1:23:47 > 1:23:51Not today - O God, O not today!

1:23:51 > 1:23:55Think not upon the fault my father made in compassing the crown!

1:23:55 > 1:23:58I Richard's body have interred new

1:23:58 > 1:24:02and on it have bestowed contrite tears.

1:24:02 > 1:24:05500 poor I have in yearly pay,

1:24:05 > 1:24:09who twice a day their hands hold up to heaven to pardon blood.

1:24:09 > 1:24:12And I have built two chantries,

1:24:12 > 1:24:16where the sad and solemn priests sing still for Richard's soul.

1:24:16 > 1:24:19More will I do,

1:24:19 > 1:24:23though all that I can do is nothing worth...

1:24:24 > 1:24:29..since that my penitence comes after all,

1:24:29 > 1:24:31imploring pardon.

1:24:33 > 1:24:34My Liege!

1:24:34 > 1:24:38My brother Gloucester's voice.

1:24:38 > 1:24:40I know thy errand.

1:24:40 > 1:24:44I will go with thee.

1:24:44 > 1:24:47The day...my friends...

1:24:49 > 1:24:52..and all things...

1:24:52 > 1:24:55stay for me.

1:25:16 > 1:25:20Hark how our steeds for present service neigh!

1:25:20 > 1:25:27Mount them and their hot blood may spin in English eyes.

1:25:27 > 1:25:30Behold yon poor and starved band.

1:25:30 > 1:25:33Your fair show shall suck away their souls

1:25:33 > 1:25:36leaving them but the husks of men.

1:25:36 > 1:25:39There is not work for all our hands.

1:25:39 > 1:25:42Why do you stay so long, my lords of France?

1:25:42 > 1:25:47Yon island carrions ill-favouredly become the morning field.

1:25:47 > 1:25:50They have said their prayers and they stay for death.

1:25:51 > 1:25:56A very little, little let us do and all is done.

1:25:56 > 1:26:00Let the trumpet sound, the tucket sonance and the note to mount

1:26:00 > 1:26:04for our approach shall so much dare the field

1:26:04 > 1:26:08that England shall couch down in fear and yield.

1:26:22 > 1:26:24Where is the King?

1:26:24 > 1:26:27The King himself is rode to view their battle.

1:26:35 > 1:26:39Of fighting men they have full three-score-thousand.

1:26:39 > 1:26:44That's five to one. Besides, they are all fresh.

1:26:44 > 1:26:46'Tis a fearful odds.

1:26:46 > 1:26:51O that we now had here but ONE ten thousand of those

1:26:51 > 1:26:54that in England do no work today.

1:26:54 > 1:26:56What's he that wishes so?

1:26:56 > 1:26:59My cousin Westmoreland?

1:27:02 > 1:27:07Now, my fair cousin, if we are marked to die,

1:27:07 > 1:27:10we are enough to do our country loss.

1:27:10 > 1:27:16And if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honour.

1:27:16 > 1:27:20God's will, I pray thee, wish not one man more.

1:27:21 > 1:27:25Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,

1:27:25 > 1:27:31that he which hath no stomach to this fight, let him depart.

1:27:31 > 1:27:33His passport shall be made

1:27:33 > 1:27:37and crowns for convoy put into his purse.

1:27:37 > 1:27:43We would not die in that man's company that fears his fellowship to die with us.

1:27:43 > 1:27:47This day is called the Feast of Crispian.

1:27:47 > 1:27:50He that outlives this day

1:27:50 > 1:27:55and comes safe home will stand a-tiptoe when this day is named

1:27:55 > 1:27:57and rouse him at the name of Crispian.

1:27:57 > 1:28:00He that shall see this day and live old age

1:28:00 > 1:28:03will yearly, on the vigil, feast his neighbours

1:28:03 > 1:28:07and say, "Tomorrow is St Crispin's"

1:28:07 > 1:28:10then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,

1:28:10 > 1:28:15and say, "These wounds I had on Crispin's Day."

1:28:16 > 1:28:20Old men forget, yet all shall be forgot,

1:28:20 > 1:28:23but he'll remember with advantages

1:28:23 > 1:28:25what feats he did that day.

1:28:25 > 1:28:29Our names, familiar in their mouths as household words -

1:28:29 > 1:28:30King Harry,

1:28:30 > 1:28:34Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot,

1:28:34 > 1:28:37shall be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.

1:28:37 > 1:28:41This story shall the good man teach his son

1:28:41 > 1:28:44and Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by

1:28:44 > 1:28:48from this day to the ending of the WORLD

1:28:48 > 1:28:51but we in it shall be remembered.

1:28:52 > 1:28:54We few...

1:28:56 > 1:28:58We happy few...

1:28:58 > 1:29:01we band of brothers,

1:29:01 > 1:29:05for he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother,

1:29:05 > 1:29:09be he ne'er so vile, this day shall gentle his condition.

1:29:09 > 1:29:11And gentlemen in England now abed

1:29:11 > 1:29:15shall think themselves accursed they were not here

1:29:15 > 1:29:18and hold their manhoods cheap

1:29:18 > 1:29:25whiles any speaks that fought with us upon Saint Crispin's Day.

1:29:25 > 1:29:29ENTHUSIASTIC CHEERING

1:29:29 > 1:29:32My sovereign Lord, bestow yourself with speed!

1:29:32 > 1:29:37The French are in their battles set and will march upon us.

1:29:37 > 1:29:41All things are ready if our minds be so.

1:29:41 > 1:29:43Perish the man whose mind is backward now!

1:29:43 > 1:29:45Thou dost not wish more help?

1:29:45 > 1:29:48God's will, My Liege,

1:29:48 > 1:29:52would you and I alone could fight this royal battle!

1:29:52 > 1:29:56You know your places. God be with you all!

1:29:56 > 1:29:59CHEERING

1:30:04 > 1:30:07Once more I come to know of thee, King Harry,

1:30:07 > 1:30:09if for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,

1:30:09 > 1:30:11before thy most assured overthrow.

1:30:11 > 1:30:15- Who hath sent thee now? - The Constable of France.

1:30:15 > 1:30:18I pray thee bear my former answer back.

1:30:18 > 1:30:22Bid them achieve me and then sell my bones.

1:30:22 > 1:30:26Good God, why should they mock poor fellows thus?

1:30:26 > 1:30:29Let me speak proudly.

1:30:29 > 1:30:33Tell the Constable we are but warriors for the working day.

1:30:33 > 1:30:35Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirched

1:30:35 > 1:30:37with rainy marching in the painful field,

1:30:37 > 1:30:41but our hearts are in the trim.

1:30:41 > 1:30:45Herald, save thou thy labour.

1:30:45 > 1:30:49Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald.

1:30:49 > 1:30:55They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints...

1:30:55 > 1:30:57LOUD CHEER

1:30:57 > 1:31:00..which, if they have as I shall leave 'em them,

1:31:00 > 1:31:03shall yield them little...

1:31:06 > 1:31:08..tell the Constable.

1:31:08 > 1:31:11I shall, King Harry.

1:31:12 > 1:31:14And so fare thee well.

1:31:14 > 1:31:17Thou never shalt hear herald any more.

1:31:23 > 1:31:29My Lord, most humbly on my knee I beg the leading of the vaward.

1:31:29 > 1:31:33Take it...brave York.

1:31:36 > 1:31:39Now, soldiers, march away.

1:31:40 > 1:31:44And how thou pleasest, God,

1:31:44 > 1:31:47dispose the day.

1:31:59 > 1:32:03BATTLE CRIES

1:32:03 > 1:32:06Our scene must to the battle fly

1:32:06 > 1:32:10where, alas, we shall much disgrace with some vile and ragged foils,

1:32:10 > 1:32:15ride ill-disposed in brawl ridiculous, the name of Agincourt!

1:33:03 > 1:33:07THUNDER OF APPROACHING HOOVES

1:33:15 > 1:33:18READY!

1:33:40 > 1:33:43BLOODTHIRSTY CRIES

1:37:15 > 1:37:18Why, all our ranks are broke.

1:37:18 > 1:37:20O perdurable shame!

1:37:20 > 1:37:24Shame and eternal shame,

1:37:24 > 1:37:26nothing but shame.

1:37:32 > 1:37:36Let us die in arms - once more back again.

1:37:36 > 1:37:41We are enough yet living to smother up the English if order be attained.

1:37:41 > 1:37:44The devil take order now!

1:37:44 > 1:37:46I'll to the throng.

1:37:46 > 1:37:51Let life be short, else shame will be too long!

1:38:03 > 1:38:06Have we done, thrice valiant countrymen?

1:38:06 > 1:38:10But all's not done, yet keep the French the field!

1:41:16 > 1:41:18Kill the boys and the luggage.

1:41:20 > 1:41:24'Tis expressly against the law of arms.

1:41:27 > 1:41:35'Tis as arrant a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be offered.

1:41:35 > 1:41:39In your conscience now, is it not?

1:41:41 > 1:41:45'Tis certain there's not a boy left alive.

1:41:56 > 1:42:01I was not angry since I came to France until this instant.

1:42:01 > 1:42:04Here comes the herald of the French.

1:42:09 > 1:42:12How now! What means this, herald?

1:42:12 > 1:42:17- Comest thou again for ransom? - No, great King.

1:42:17 > 1:42:21I come for charitable licence that we may wander o'er this bloody field

1:42:21 > 1:42:24to book our dead and to bury them,

1:42:24 > 1:42:27to sort our nobles from our common men,

1:42:27 > 1:42:31for many of our princes lie soaked in mercenary blood.

1:42:33 > 1:42:37O give us leave, great King, to view the field in safety

1:42:37 > 1:42:40and dispose of their dead bodies.

1:42:40 > 1:42:45I tell thee truly, herald, I know not if the day be ours or no.

1:42:48 > 1:42:51The day is yours.

1:43:01 > 1:43:07Praised be God and not our strength for it.

1:43:33 > 1:43:38What is this castle called that stands hard by?

1:43:38 > 1:43:41They call it Agincourt.

1:43:43 > 1:43:47Then call we this the field of Agincourt...

1:43:49 > 1:43:54..fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.

1:44:09 > 1:44:15Your grandfather of famous memory, and please Your Majesty...

1:44:15 > 1:44:21and your great-uncle, Edward the Black Prince of Wales,

1:44:21 > 1:44:24as I have read in the chronicles,

1:44:24 > 1:44:29- fought a most brave battle here in France.- They did, Fluellen.

1:44:29 > 1:44:32Your Majesty says very true.

1:44:36 > 1:44:39If Your Majesty's remembered of it,

1:44:39 > 1:44:44the Welshmen did good service in a garden where leeks did grow...

1:44:45 > 1:44:50..wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps which, to this hour,

1:44:50 > 1:44:53is an honourable badge of service.

1:44:53 > 1:44:59And I do believe Your Majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Davy's Day.

1:44:59 > 1:45:03I wear it for a memorable honour

1:45:03 > 1:45:08for I am Welsh, you know, good my countryman.

1:45:08 > 1:45:11HENRY WEEPS

1:45:17 > 1:45:19All the water in Wye

1:45:19 > 1:45:23cannot wash Your Majesty's Welsh blood out of your body,

1:45:23 > 1:45:25I can tell you that!

1:45:25 > 1:45:30God bless it and preserve it so long as it pleases His Majesty.

1:45:30 > 1:45:32Thanks, good my countryman.

1:45:32 > 1:45:34I am Your Majesty's countryman.

1:45:34 > 1:45:39I care not who knows it. I shall confess it to all the world!

1:45:41 > 1:45:46And I need not be ashamed of Your Majesty, praised be God,

1:45:46 > 1:45:49so long as Your Majesty is an honest man.

1:45:52 > 1:45:54God keep me so.

1:46:02 > 1:46:06Doth fortune play the huswife with me now?

1:46:08 > 1:46:11News I have that my Nell is dead.

1:46:15 > 1:46:17Old do I wax,

1:46:17 > 1:46:22and from my weary limbs honour is cudgelled.

1:46:26 > 1:46:28Well, bawd I'll turn,

1:46:28 > 1:46:34and something lean to cutpurse of quick hand.

1:46:37 > 1:46:40To England will I steal

1:46:40 > 1:46:43and there I'll...

1:46:43 > 1:46:44STEAL.

1:46:50 > 1:46:53Herald, are the dead numbered?

1:46:53 > 1:46:57Here is the number of the slaughtered French.

1:47:07 > 1:47:11This note doth tell me of...

1:47:13 > 1:47:20..ten thousand French that in the field lie slain,

1:47:20 > 1:47:25of princes in this number, one hundred twenty six.

1:47:25 > 1:47:30Added to these are knights, esquires and gallant gentlemen,

1:47:30 > 1:47:35eight thousand and four hundred,

1:47:35 > 1:47:40of the which five hundred were but yesterday dubbed knights.

1:47:43 > 1:47:46Here was a royal fellowship of death.

1:47:48 > 1:47:51Where is the number of our English dead?

1:47:57 > 1:47:59"Edward, the Duke of York...

1:48:01 > 1:48:03.."the Earl of Suffolk...

1:48:05 > 1:48:07.."Sir Richard Ketly...

1:48:10 > 1:48:14.."Davy Gam, esquire...

1:48:16 > 1:48:18.."none else of name

1:48:18 > 1:48:22"and of all other men,

1:48:22 > 1:48:26"but five and twenty."

1:48:31 > 1:48:33'Tis wonderful.

1:48:35 > 1:48:38Come,

1:48:38 > 1:48:41go we in procession to the village,

1:48:41 > 1:48:44and be it death proclaimed through our host

1:48:44 > 1:48:50to boast of this, or take that praise from God which is His only.

1:48:50 > 1:48:54Is it not lawful, and please Your Majesty, to tell how many is killed?

1:48:54 > 1:48:57Ay, Captain.

1:48:57 > 1:49:01But with this acknowledgement, that God fought...

1:49:05 > 1:49:07..for us.

1:49:09 > 1:49:13Yes, my conscience,

1:49:13 > 1:49:15he did us great good.

1:49:17 > 1:49:21Do we all holy rites.

1:49:21 > 1:49:25Let there be sung "Non nobis" and "Te Deum."

1:49:25 > 1:49:29The dead with charity enclosed in clay.

1:49:29 > 1:49:34And then to Calais and to England then

1:49:34 > 1:49:41where ne'er from France arrived more happy men!

1:50:13 > 1:50:16# Non nobis domine domine

1:50:17 > 1:50:22# Non nobis domine

1:50:23 > 1:50:26# Sed nomine

1:50:26 > 1:50:33# Sed nomine tuo da gloriam

1:50:36 > 1:50:41OTHERS JOIN IN: # Non nobis domine domine

1:50:41 > 1:50:46# Non nobis domine

1:50:47 > 1:50:50# Sed nomine

1:50:50 > 1:50:57# Sed nomine tuo da gloriam

1:51:00 > 1:51:06# Non nobis domine domine

1:51:06 > 1:51:12# Non nobis domine

1:51:12 > 1:51:15# Sed nomine

1:51:15 > 1:51:22# Sed nomine tuo da gloriam

1:51:25 > 1:51:31SING IN HARMONY: # Non nobis domine

1:51:31 > 1:51:36# Non nobis domine

1:51:36 > 1:51:39# Sed nomine

1:51:39 > 1:51:46# Sed nomine tuo da gloriam

1:51:49 > 1:51:55# Non nobis domine domine

1:51:55 > 1:52:00# Non nobis domine

1:52:00 > 1:52:04# Sed nomine

1:52:04 > 1:52:11# Sed nomine tuo da gloriam

1:52:13 > 1:52:19# Non nobis domine domine

1:52:19 > 1:52:25# Non nobis domine

1:52:25 > 1:52:28# Sed nomine

1:52:28 > 1:52:36# Sed nomine tuo da gloriam

1:53:22 > 1:53:28# Non nobis domine domine

1:53:28 > 1:53:34# Non nobis domine

1:53:34 > 1:53:38# Sed nomine

1:53:38 > 1:53:45# Sed nomine tuo da gloriam

1:53:47 > 1:53:55# Tuo da gloriam. #

1:54:11 > 1:54:13Peace to this meeting

1:54:13 > 1:54:17unto our brother France health and fair time of day.

1:54:17 > 1:54:21Joy and good wishes to our most fair cousin Katherine.

1:54:21 > 1:54:25As a member of this royalty by whom this great assembly is contrived,

1:54:25 > 1:54:28we do salute you, Duke of Burgundy,

1:54:28 > 1:54:33and princes French, and peers, health to you all!

1:54:35 > 1:54:38Right joyous are we to behold your face,

1:54:38 > 1:54:41most worthy brother England, fairly met.

1:54:43 > 1:54:47So are you, princes English, every one.

1:54:56 > 1:55:00My duty to you both, on equal love,

1:55:00 > 1:55:04great kings of France and England.

1:55:09 > 1:55:13Since that my office hath so far prevailed that,

1:55:13 > 1:55:16face to face, and royal eye to eye,

1:55:16 > 1:55:18you have congreeted,

1:55:18 > 1:55:21let it not disgrace me if I demand

1:55:21 > 1:55:24why that the naked, poor and mangled peace

1:55:24 > 1:55:29should not, in this garden of the world, our fertile France,

1:55:29 > 1:55:32put up her lovely visage?

1:55:32 > 1:55:38Alas, she hath from France too long been chased,

1:55:38 > 1:55:41and all her husbandry doth lie on heaps

1:55:41 > 1:55:45corrupting in its own fertility.

1:55:46 > 1:55:50And as our vineyards, fallows, meads and hedges,

1:55:50 > 1:55:53defective in their natures, grow to wildness,

1:55:53 > 1:55:55even so our houses and our selves,

1:55:55 > 1:56:00our children, have lost or do not learn for want of time,

1:56:00 > 1:56:03those sciences which should become our country

1:56:03 > 1:56:06but grow like savages,

1:56:06 > 1:56:11as soldiers will that nothing do but meditate on blood,

1:56:11 > 1:56:16to swearing and stern looks, defused attire

1:56:16 > 1:56:20and everything that seems unnatural.

1:56:22 > 1:56:26And my speech entreats that I may know the let

1:56:26 > 1:56:32why gentle peace should not expel these inconveniences

1:56:32 > 1:56:35and bless us with her former qualities.

1:56:38 > 1:56:42If, Duke of Burgundy, you would the peace

1:56:42 > 1:56:46whose want gives growth to the imperfections which you cited,

1:56:46 > 1:56:48then you must buy that peace

1:56:48 > 1:56:52with full accord to all our just demands.

1:56:52 > 1:56:59I have but with a cursatory eye o'erglanced the articles.

1:56:59 > 1:57:05Pleaseth Your Grace to appoint some of your council to sit with us once more,

1:57:05 > 1:57:10we will suddenly pass our accept and peremptory answer.

1:57:12 > 1:57:14Brother, we shall.

1:57:15 > 1:57:19Yet leave our cousin Katherine here with us.

1:57:22 > 1:57:26She is our capital demand,

1:57:26 > 1:57:29comprised within the fore-rank of our articles.

1:57:35 > 1:57:37She hath good leave.

1:57:54 > 1:57:56Fair Katherine, and most fair,

1:57:56 > 1:58:01will you teach a soldier terms that will enter at a lady's ear

1:58:01 > 1:58:04and plead his love-suit to her heart?

1:58:05 > 1:58:09Your Majesty shall mock at me.

1:58:09 > 1:58:11I cannot speak your England.

1:58:13 > 1:58:14Oh.

1:58:16 > 1:58:19Fair Katherine, if you will love me soundly with your French heart,

1:58:19 > 1:58:24I will gladly hear you confess it brokenly with your English tongue.

1:58:24 > 1:58:26Do you like me, Kate?

1:58:26 > 1:58:30Pardonnez-moi, I cannot tell what is like me.

1:58:30 > 1:58:33You are like an angel.

1:58:33 > 1:58:38- Que dit-il? Que je suis semblable a les anges?- Oui, ainsi dit-il.

1:58:39 > 1:58:44O bon Dieu! Les langues des hommes sont pleines de tromperies.

1:58:44 > 1:58:50What says she? That the...tongues of men are full of deceits?

1:58:51 > 1:58:55Oui. Dat de tongues of de mans is be full of deceits.

1:58:59 > 1:59:02I'faith, my wooing is fit for thy understanding.

1:59:02 > 1:59:06I know no ways to mince it in love but directly to say, "I love you."

1:59:06 > 1:59:12If you urge me farther than to say "Do you in faith?" I wear out my suit. Give me your answer.

1:59:15 > 1:59:18Sauf votre honneur, me understand well.

1:59:18 > 1:59:22If I could win a lady at leap-frog,

1:59:22 > 1:59:26or by vaulting into my saddle with my armour on my back,

1:59:26 > 1:59:30I should quickly leap into a wife.

1:59:30 > 1:59:35But, before God, Kate, I cannot look greenly or gasp out my eloquence,

1:59:35 > 1:59:38nor I have no cunning in protestation.

1:59:40 > 1:59:44If thou canst love a fellow that never looks in his glass,

1:59:44 > 1:59:47let thine eye be thy cook.

1:59:47 > 1:59:49I speak to thee plain soldier.

1:59:49 > 1:59:51If thou canst love me for this, take me.

1:59:51 > 1:59:57If not, I shall not die for thy love. Yet I love thee too.

1:59:59 > 2:00:05If thou would have such a one, and take me, take a soldier,

2:00:05 > 2:00:08Take a soldier, take a king.

2:00:10 > 2:00:12And what sayest thou then to my love?

2:00:12 > 2:00:17Speak, my fair, and fairly, too, I pray thee.

2:00:18 > 2:00:23Is it possible dat I should love de enemy of France?

2:00:23 > 2:00:25No, Kate.

2:00:25 > 2:00:29It is not possible that you should love the enemy of France, Kate.

2:00:29 > 2:00:33But in loving me you should love the friend of France.

2:00:33 > 2:00:38I love France and will not part with any of it.

2:00:38 > 2:00:43And, Kate, when France is mine and I am yours, then yours is France, and you are mine.

2:00:45 > 2:00:49- I cannot tell what is dat. - No, Kate?

2:00:51 > 2:00:54I will tell thee in French,

2:00:54 > 2:00:59which, I am sure, will hang about my tongue like a new-married wife about her husband's neck,

2:00:59 > 2:01:01hardly to be shook off.

2:01:03 > 2:01:06Je quand sur le possession de France

2:01:06 > 2:01:12et...quand vous avez le possession de moi...

2:01:12 > 2:01:16er...let me see...

2:01:16 > 2:01:18Oh!

2:01:18 > 2:01:20Donc...

2:01:20 > 2:01:25votre est France et vous etes mienne!

2:01:26 > 2:01:31It is as easy for me, Kate, to conquer the kingdom as to speak so much more French!

2:01:31 > 2:01:35I will never move thee in French, unless it be to laugh at me!

2:01:36 > 2:01:39Sauf votre honneur, le francais que vous parlez,

2:01:39 > 2:01:44il est meilleur que l'anglais lequel je parle!

2:01:44 > 2:01:47No, faith, it is not.

2:01:47 > 2:01:53But, tell me, Kate, canst thou understand thus much English -

2:01:53 > 2:01:57canst...thou...love...me?

2:02:00 > 2:02:04- I cannot tell.- Can any of your neighbours tell? I'll ask them.

2:02:04 > 2:02:07By mine honour, I swear I love thee.

2:02:07 > 2:02:10By which honour, I dare not swear thou lovest me,

2:02:10 > 2:02:14yet my blood begins to flatter me that thou dost,

2:02:14 > 2:02:20notwithstanding the poor and untempering effect of my visage.

2:02:20 > 2:02:26My father was thinking of civil wars when he got me therefore was I created with an aspect of iron,

2:02:26 > 2:02:29that, when I come to woo ladies, I fright them.

2:02:31 > 2:02:34But the elder I wax, the better I shall appear.

2:02:34 > 2:02:38Old age, that ill layer-up of beauty,

2:02:38 > 2:02:42can do no more spoil upon my face!

2:02:42 > 2:02:46Thou hast me, if thou hast me at the worst.

2:02:46 > 2:02:51And thou shalt wear me, IF thou wear me, better and better.

2:02:51 > 2:02:56Therefore tell me, most fair Katherine, will you have me?

2:02:58 > 2:03:00Come, your answer in broken music,

2:03:00 > 2:03:06for thy voice is music and thy English broken.

2:03:06 > 2:03:10Therefore, Queen of all, Katherine,

2:03:10 > 2:03:13wilt thou have me?

2:03:13 > 2:03:18Dat is as it sall please le roi mon pere.

2:03:18 > 2:03:21Nay, it shall please him well, Kate.

2:03:21 > 2:03:24It SHALL please him, Kate.

2:03:26 > 2:03:29Den sall it also content me.

2:03:32 > 2:03:37Upon that, I kiss your hand and I call you my Queen.

2:03:37 > 2:03:39Laissez, mon seigneur.

2:03:39 > 2:03:43Je ne veux point que vous abaissiez votre grandeur en baisant la main

2:03:43 > 2:03:50d'une de votre seigneurie indigne serviteur. Excusez-moi, seigneur.

2:03:50 > 2:03:52Then I will kiss your lips.

2:03:52 > 2:03:56Les dames pour etres baisees devant les noces,

2:03:56 > 2:03:59- il n'est pas la coutume de France. - Madame, what says she?

2:03:59 > 2:04:03Dat it not be de fashion for ladies of France...

2:04:03 > 2:04:08- I cannot tell what is "baiser" en Anglish.- To...kiss?

2:04:08 > 2:04:10Your Majesty entend better que moi.

2:04:10 > 2:04:15Ah, it is not a fashion for maids in France to kiss before they are married, would she say?

2:04:15 > 2:04:17Vraiment!

2:04:17 > 2:04:22O Kate, nice customs curtsy to great kings.

2:04:22 > 2:04:27You and I cannot be confined within the list of a country's fashion.

2:04:27 > 2:04:31WE are the makers of manners, Kate.

2:04:32 > 2:04:36Therefore patiently and yielding.

2:04:46 > 2:04:50You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate.

2:04:50 > 2:04:54There is more eloquence in a touch of them

2:04:54 > 2:04:57than in the tongues of the French council.

2:04:57 > 2:05:01- DOOR OPENS - Here comes your father.

2:05:03 > 2:05:06God save Your Majesty.

2:05:06 > 2:05:11My royal cousin, teach you our princess English?

2:05:12 > 2:05:19I would have her learn, my fair cousin, how perfectly I love her,

2:05:19 > 2:05:21and that is good English.

2:05:40 > 2:05:44We have consented to all terms of reason.

2:06:01 > 2:06:05And thereupon give me your daughter.

2:06:08 > 2:06:11Take her, fair son,

2:06:11 > 2:06:16and from her blood, raise up issue to me

2:06:16 > 2:06:20that the contending kingdoms of France and England,

2:06:20 > 2:06:25whose very shores look pale with envy of each other's happiness,

2:06:25 > 2:06:28may cease their hatred,

2:06:28 > 2:06:36and this dear conjunction plant neighbourhood and Christian-like accord in their sweet bosoms...

2:06:37 > 2:06:42..that never war advance his bleeding sword

2:06:42 > 2:06:45'twixt England and fair France.

2:06:47 > 2:06:50Amen.

2:06:50 > 2:06:53Now, welcome, Kate,

2:06:53 > 2:06:55and bear me witness all

2:06:55 > 2:06:59that here I kiss her as my sovereign queen.

2:07:06 > 2:07:09God, the best maker of all marriages,

2:07:09 > 2:07:13combine our hearts in one, our realms in one,

2:07:13 > 2:07:16as man and wife, being two, are one in love,

2:07:16 > 2:07:20so be there 'twixt our kingdoms such a spousal

2:07:20 > 2:07:24that never may ill office or fell jealousy

2:07:24 > 2:07:27which troubles oft the bed of blessed marriage,

2:07:27 > 2:07:30thrust in between the paction of these kingdoms

2:07:30 > 2:07:33to make divorce of their incorporate league,

2:07:33 > 2:07:38that English may as French, French Englishmen, receive each other.

2:07:38 > 2:07:42God speak this amen.

2:07:43 > 2:07:45ALL: Amen!

2:07:46 > 2:07:51Thus far, with rough and all-unable pen,

2:07:51 > 2:07:55our bending author hath pursued the story,

2:07:55 > 2:07:58in little room confining mighty men,

2:07:58 > 2:08:01mangling by starts the full course of their glory.

2:08:03 > 2:08:10Small time, but in that small most greatly lived this star of England.

2:08:12 > 2:08:18Fortune made his sword by which the world's best garden he achieved.

2:08:18 > 2:08:21And of it left his son Imperial Lord.

2:08:21 > 2:08:27Henry VI, in infant bands crowned king of France and England, did this king succeed.

2:08:29 > 2:08:33Whose state so many had the managing,

2:08:33 > 2:08:39that they lost France and made his England bleed...

2:08:41 > 2:08:44..which oft our stage hath shown

2:08:44 > 2:08:47and, for their sake,

2:08:47 > 2:08:52in your fair minds let this acceptance take.

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