Original subtitles

o for a muse of fire...

that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention

a kingdom for a stage, princes to act...

[cheering] and monarchs to behold the swelling scene!

Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, assume the port of Mars...

and at his heels, leashed in like hounds...

would famine, sword and fire crouch for employment

But pardon, gentles all, the flat, unraised spirits...

that hath dared on this unworthy scaffold...

to bring forth so great an object

can this cockpit hold the vasty fields of France?

or may we cram within this wooden o...

the very casques that did affright the air at Agincourt?

on your imaginary forces work

suppose within the girdle of these walls...

are now confined two mighty monarchies...

whose high upreared and abutting fronts...

the perilous narrow ocean parts asunder

piece out our imperfections with your thoughts

Think when we talk of horses that you will see them...

printing their proud hoofs in the receiving earth

For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings

carry them here and there, jumping o'er times

turning the accomplishment of many years...

into an hourglass

For the which supply, admit me chorus to this history...

who prologue-like your humble patience pray...

gently to hear

kindly to judge our play

My lord, l'll tell you

That same bill is urged...

which in the 11th year of the last king's reign...

was likely to have been against us passed...

but that the scambling and unquiet times...

did push it out of further question

But how, my lord, shall we resist it now?

lt must be thought on. lf it pass against us...

we lose the better half of our possession

For all those temporal lands which men devout by testament...

have given to the church would they strip from us

Thus runs the bill

- This would drink deep. - lt would drink the cup and all

But what prevention?

The king is full of grace and fair regard

And a true lover of the holy church

The courses of his youth promised it not

since his addiction was to courses vain

his companies unlettered, rude and shallow

his hours filled up with banquets, riots, sports...

and never noted in him any study

And so the prince obscured his contemplations...

under the veil of wildness

which grew, no doubt, like the sumer grass, fastest by night

The breath no sooner left his father's body...

but that the wildness, mortified in him

seemed to die too

- sir John Falstaff... - [cheering]

and all his company along with him...

he banished...

and on pain of death not to come near his person...

- [Angry Murmuring] - by ten miles

Yea, at that very moment, consideration like an angel came...

and whipped the offending Adam out of him

Never was such a sudden scholar made

Never came reformation in a flood...

as in this king

we are blessed in the change

- [Man] we are blessed in the change! - [Laughter]

But how now for mitigation of this bill urged by the comons?

Doth His Majesty incline to it or no?

He seems indifferent

or rather swaying more upon our part

For l have made an offer to His Majesty...

as touching France, to give a greater sum than ever at one time...

the clergy yet did to his predecessors part withal

How did this offerseem received?

with good acceptance of his majesty

save that there was not time enough to hear

as l perceived His Grace would fain have done

of his true title to some certain dukedoms...

and generally to the crown and seat of France...

derived from Edward, his great grandfather

what was the impediment that broke this off?

The French ambassador upon that instant craved audience...

And l think the hour is come to give him hearing

ls it four o'clock?

- lt is. - Then go we in to hear his embassy...

which l could with a ready guess declare...

before the Frenchman speak a word of it

l'll wait upon you, and l long to hear it

where is my gracious Lord of canterbury?

- Not here in presence. - Send for him, good uncle

[Man] shall we call in the Ambassador, my liege?

[Henry v] Not yet, my cousin, we would be resolved...

before we hear him, of some things of weight that task our thoughts...

concerning us and France

God and His angels guard your sacred throne...

and make you long become it

sure we thank you

My learned lord, we pray you to proceed...

and justly and religiously unfold why the law Salic...

that they have in France...

or should, nor should not, bar us in our claim

we charge you, in the name of God...

take heed how you awake the sleeping sword of war

For never two such kingdoms did contend without much fall of blood...

whose guiltless drops do make such waste in brief mortality

Then hear me, gracious sovereign, and you peers...

that owe your lives, your faith, your services...

to this imperial throne

There is no bar to make against your Highness' claim to France...

but this, which they produce from pharamond��

ln terram salicam mulieres ne succedant.

No woman shall succeed in salic land.

Which salic land the French unjustly gloze to be the realm of France

Yet their own authors faithfully affirm...

that the land salic lies in Germany...

between the floods of sala and of Elbe...

where charles the Great

having subdued the saxons

there left behind and settled certain French...

who, holding in disdain the German women...

for some dishonest mannersof their life

- [Laughter] - established there this law

To wit, no female should be inheritrix in salic land...

which is this day in Germany called Meisen

Then doth it well appear...

the salic law was not devised for the realm of France

Nor did the French possess the salic land...

until 4o1 and 2o years...

after defunction of king...

- [Laughter] - pharamond

idly supposed the founder of this law

king pepin, which deposed childeric...

did, as heir general, being descended...

[Laughter] of...

Blithild, [Laughter]

which was daughter to...

king clothair, made claim and title to the throne of France

[Laughter] Hugh capet also...

which usurped the crown of...

- [Laughter] - of charles, the Duke of Lorraine

sole heir male of the true line and stock of...

of charles the Great...

could not keep quiet in his conscience

wearing the crown of France, till satisfied...

that fair... that fair...

that fair...

Queen lsabel, his grandmother

was lineal of the Lady... of the Lady...

of the Lady... of the Lady Ermengard

daughter to charles, the foresaid Duke of Lorraine

so that, as clear as is the sumer sun

all hold in right and title of the female

so do the kings of France unto this day

howbeit they would hold up this salic law...

to bar Your Highness' claiming from the female...

May l with right and conscience make this claim?

The sin upon my head, dread sovereign!

For in the Book of Numbers it is writ��

When the son die, let the inheritance...

descend unto the daughter

Gracious Lord, stand for your own

Look back into your mighty ancestors

Go to your great-grandsire's tomb from whom you claim

invoke his warlike spirit...

and your great-uncle's, Edward the Black prince

Your brother kings and monarchs of the Earth expect...

that you should rouse yourself as did the former lions of your blood

They know your Grace hath cause and means and might

so hath Your Highness

Never king of England had nobles richer or more loyal subjects...

whose hearts have left their bodies here in England and lie in France

oh, let their bodies follow, my dear liege

with blood and sword and fire to win your right

ln aid whereof we of the spiritualty...

will raise Your Highness such a mighty sum...

as never did the clergy at one time bring in to any of your ancestors

- call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin. - [Fanfare]

Now are we well resolved, and by God's help and yours

the noble sinews of our power

France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe...

or lay these bones in an unworthy urn...

tombless, with no remembrance over them

Now are we well prepared to know the pleasure of our fair cousin Dauphin

for we hear your greeting is from him, not from the king

May it please Your Majesty to give us leave

freely to render what we have in charge

or shall we sparingly show you...

far off the Dauphin's meaning and our embassy?

We are no tyrant, but a christian king

Therefore with frank and uncurbed plainness tell us the Dauphin's mind

Thus, then, in few

Your Highness, lately sending into France...

did claim some certain dukedoms...

in the right of your great predecessor, king Edward the Third

ln answer to which claim, the prince our master says...

that you savor too much of your youth

He therefore sends you, fitter for your study

this tun of treasure...

and, in lieu of this, desires you let the dukedoms that you claim...

hear no more of you

This the Dauphin speaks

What treasure, uncle?

Tennis balls, my liege

We are the glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us

His present and your pains we thank you for

When we have matched our rackets to these balls

we will in France, by God's grace, play a set...

shall strike his father's crown into the hazard!

Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler...

that all the courts of France will be disturbed with chases

And we understand him well, how he comes o'er us with our wilder days

- not measuring what use we made of them. - [Laughter]

But tell the Dauphin we will keep our state

be like a king and show our sail of greatness

when we do rouse us in our throne of France

And tell the pleasant prince this mock of his...

hath turned these balls to gun-stones

and his soul shall stand sore-charged for the wasteful vengeance...

that shall fly with them

For many a thousand widows shall this his mock...

mock out of their dear husbands

mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down

Aye, some are yet ungotten and unborn...

that shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn

But this lies all within the will of God

to whom we do appeal, and in whose name tell you the Dauphin...

we are coming on to venge us as we may...

and to put forth our rightful claim in a well-hallowed cause

so get you hence in peace and tell the Dauphin...

his jest will savor but of shallow wit

when thousands weep...

more than did laugh at it

convey them with safe conduct. Fare you well

This was a merry message

We hope to make the sender blush at it

Therefore, let our proportions for these wars be soon collected

and all things thought upon that may with reasonable swiftness...

add more feathers to our wings

For, God before, we'll check this Dauphin at his father's door

Now all the youth of England are on fire

and silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies

now thrive the armorers

and honor's thought reigns solely in the breast of every man

They sell the pasture now to buy the horse

following the mirror of all christian kings...

with winged heels, as English Mercuries

For now sits expectation in the air

and hides a sword, from hilts unto the point

with crowns imperial, crowns and coronets

promised to Harry and his followers

Linger your patience on, for, if we may

we'll not offend one stomach with our play

- Well met, corporal Nym. - [Laughter]

oh, good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph

What, are Ensign pistol and you friends yet?

For my part, l care not. l say little, but when time shall serve...

l will bestow a breakfast to make you friends

and we'll all go three sworn brothers to France

- Let it be so, corporal Nym. - Well, l cannot tell

oh, it is certain, corporal, that he's married to Nell Quickly

And certainly she did you wrong, for you were betrothed to her

Things must be as they may, Men may sleep

They may have their throats about 'em at that time

- some say knives have edges. - oh!

Well, l cannot tell

Here comes pistol and his wife. Good corporal, good corporal, be patient here

How now, mine host pistol?

- Base tyke. - [Laughter]

call'st thou me host?

- Now by this hand, l swear l scorn the title. - [Laughter continues]

Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers

[Nell] No, by my troth, not long

For we cannot lodge and board a dozen or 14 gentlewomen...

that live honestly by the prick of their needles, but it'll be a thought...

we keep a bawdy house, straight. [Laughs]

- o hound of crete, think'st thou my spouse to get? - [Laughs]

l have and l will hold my honey queen and there's enough. Go to

l would prick your guts a little and that's the truth of it

[screams] Well-a-day, Lady, we shall have willful murder and adultery comitted

Good corporal, good lieutenant, offer nothing here

pish! pish to thee, lceland dog!

Thou prick-eared cur of lceland!

Good corporal Nym, show thy valor. put up thy sword

l will cut thy throat one time or other in fair terms

l can take!Now pistol's cock is up

and flashing fire will follow

Hear me! Hear me what l say!

He that strikes the first stroke, l'll run him up to the hilts

as l'm a s-s-soldier

- An oath of mickle might, and fury shall abate. - [Laughter]

Mine host pistol, you must come to sir John Falstaff

And you, hostess. He's very sick and would to bed

Good Bardolph, put thy nose between his sheets and do the office of a warming pan

Away, you rogue! Faith, he's very ill

By my troth, the king hath killed his heart

Good husband, come home presently

come. shall l makeyou two friends?

We must to France together

Why the devil should we keep knives to cut one another's throats?

Let floods o'erswell and fiends for food howl on

You'll pay me the eight shillings l won off you at betting?

Base is the slave that pays

Now that l will have. That's the humor of it

As manhood shall compound. push home!

By this sword

he that makes the first thrust, l'll kill him

By this s-s-sword l will

- A s-s-sword is an oath, - [Laughter]

and oaths must have their place

corporal Nym, an thou will be friends, be friends

An thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me too. Prithee, put up

As ever you come of women,

come quickly to sir John

He's so shaked of a burning quotidian fever

it's lamentable to behold

sweet men, come to him

- The king hath run bad humors on the knight. - Nym, thou hast spoke the right

His heart is fracted and corroborate

The king is a good king, but it must be as it may. He passes some humors

Let us condole the knight

For, lambkins, we will live

Linger your patience on...

and we'll digest the abuse of distance

Force a play

The king is set from London

and the scene is now transported, gentles

to southampton

There is the playhouse now

There must you sit

and thence to France shall we convey you safe...

and bring you back, charming the narrow seas...

to give you gentle pass

But here, till then

unto southampton do we change our scene

Now sits the wind fair

uncle of Exeter, set free the man comitted yesterday...

that railed against our person

We consider it was the heat of wine that set him on

and, on his wiser thought, we pardon him

That's mercy, but too much security

Let him be punished, Sovereign, lest example breed, by his sufferance

more of such a kind

Let us yet be merciful

We doubt not now but every rub is smoothed on our way

- Then forth, dear countrymen. - [Men cheer]

Let us deliver our puissance into the hand of God

putting it straight in expedition

- cheerly to sea, - [Men cheer]

- the signs of war advance. - [Men cheer]

No king of England, if not king of France!

[chorus] still be kind

and eke out our performance...

with your mind

God save thy grace, king Hal

my royal Hal

God save thee, my sweet boy

My king, my Jove, l speak to thee my heart

[Henry's voice] l know thee not, old man

Fall to thy prayers

How ill white hairs become a fool and jester

l have long dreamed of such a kind of man

so surfeit swelled, so old and so profane

But being awaked l do despise my dream

Reply not to me with a foolish jest

presume not that l am the thing l was

For God doth know, so shall the world perceive...

that l have turned away my former self

so shall l those that kept me company

prithee, honey, sweet husband

let me bring thee to staines

No, for my manly heart doth yearn

Bardolph, be blithe. Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins

Boy, bristle thy courage up

For Falstaff, he is dead

and we must yearn therefore

[Boy] Well, sir John is gone. God be with him

Would l were with him, wheresome'er he is

either in heaven or in hell

Nay, he's not in hell

He's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom

He made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child

He parted just betwin twelve and one

e'en at the turning of the tide

When l saw him fumble with the sheets

play with flowers and smile upon his finger ends

l knew there was no way but one

For his nose was as sharp as a pen

and he babbled of green fields

How now, sir John? quoth l

What, man? Be of good cheer.

so he cried out

God! God! God!

three or four times

And l, to comfort him, bid him he should not think on God

l hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet

so he bade me lay more clothes on his feet

l put me hand on the bed and felt them

and they were as cold as any stone

Then l felt to his knees

and they were as cold, as any stone

And so, upwards...

and upwards

And all was cold as any stone

- [sobbing] - They say he cried out for sack

Aye, he did that

- And for women. - Aye...

- That he did not! - That he did

And he said they were devils incarnate

[Boy] He said once, the devil would have him about women

He did in some sort, indeed, handle women

Then he was rheumatic. He spoke of the Whore of Babylon

Do you not remember, he saw a flea stand on Bardolph's nose...

and said it was a black soul burning in hell-fire?

Well, the fuel is gone that maintained that fire

That's all the riches l got in his service

shall we go? The king will be gone from southampton

come, Let us away

My love, give me thy lips

Look to my chattels and my moveables

Go clear thy crystals

Yoke-fellows in arms, let us to France

like horse-leeches, my boys

to suck, to suck, the very blood to suck

Touch her soft lips and part

[kisses] Farewell, hostess

Eh! l cannot kiss. That's the humor of it, but...

- Adieu. - Let housewifery appear

keep close, l thee comand

Farewell, farewell, divine zenocrate

ls it not passing brave to be a king...

and ride in triumph through persepolis?

[chorus] suppose that you have seen the well-appointed king...

at Hampton pier embark his royalty and his brave fleet

play on your fancies, and in them behold...

upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing

Hear the shrill whistle, which doth order give to sounds confused

Behold the threaden sails

born with the invisible and creeping wind

draw the huge vessels through the furrowed sea

breasting the lofty surge

o do but think you stand upon the shore

and thence behold the city...

on the inconstant billows dancing

holding due course to Harfleur

Follow, follow!

And leave your England as dead midnight still

guarded with grandsires, babies and old women

For who is he, whose chin is but enriched...

with one appearing hair

that will not follow these culled and choice-drawn...

cavaliers to France?

The French, advised by good intelligence...

of this most dreadful preparation

shake in their fear

and with pale policy seek to divert the English purposes

Thus comes the English with full power upon us

and more than carefully it us concerns...

to answer royally in our defenses

Therefore, you dukes of Berri...

and of Bourbon

Lord constable and orleans

shall make forth

And you, prince Dauphin

with all swift dispatch

to line and new-repair our towns of war...

with men of courage

and with means...

defendant

My most redoubted father

it is most meet we arm us against the foe

And let us do it with no show of fear

No, with no more than if we heard that England were busied...

with a Whitsun morris dance

For, my good liege, she is so idly kinged

so guided by a shallow, humorous youth,

that fear attends her not

o peace, prince Dauphin

You are too much mistaken in this king

Question your grace our late ambassadors...

with what great state he heard their embassy

how well-supplied with aged counselors

how terrible in constant resolution

Well, 'tis not so, my Lord High constable

but though we think it so, it is no matter

ln cases of defense, 'tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems

And he is bred out of that bloody strain...

that haunted us in our familiar paths

when crecy battle fatally was struck...

and all our princes captive by the hand...

of that black name...

Edward, Black prince of Wales

This is a stem of that victorious stalk

And let us fear the native mightiness...

and fate of him

Ambassadors from Harry, king of England

do crave admittance to your majesty

We will give them present audience

Go and bring them!

Good, my sovereign, take up the English short...

and let them know of what a monarchy you are the head

self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting

From our brother England?

From him, and thus he greets your majesty

He wills you in the name of God Almighty

that you divest yourself and lay apart...

the borrowed glories that by gift of heaven

by law of nature and of nations,

blongs to him and his heirs

namely the crown

Willing you overlook this pedigree

and when you find him evenly derived...

from his most famed of famous ancestors, Edward the Third

he bids you then resign your crown and kingdom

indirectly held from him

the native and true challenger

lf not, what follows?

Bloody constraint

For if you hide the crown, even in your hearts, there will he rake for it

Therefore in fierce tempest is he coming

in thunder and in earthquake, like a Jove

that, if requiring fail, he will compel

This is his claim, his threatening, and my message

unless the Dauphin be in presence here

to whom expressly l bring greeting too

For us, we will consider this further

Tomorrow shall you bear our full intent back to our brother England

For the Dauphin, l stand here for him

What to him from England?

scorn and defiance

slight regard, contempt...

and anything that may not misbecome the mighty sender

doth he prize you at

Thus says my king

And if your father's highness do not

in grant of all demands at large

sweeten the bitter mock you send his Majesty

he'll make your paris Louvre shake for it

Tomorrow shall you know our... mind at full

Dispatch us with all speed

lest that our king come here himself to question our delay

[chorus] Work, work your thoughts

and therein see a siege!

Behold the ordnance on their carriages...

with fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur

once more... unto the breach, dear friends!

once more, or close the wall up with our English dead

ln peace there's nothing so becomes a man...

as modest stillness and humility

But when the blast of warblows in our ears, then imitate the action of the tiger

stiffen the sinews, sumon up the blood

disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage

Then lend the eye a terrible aspect

Let it pry through the portage of the head like a brass cannon

Let the brow o'erwhelm it as fearfully as doth a galled rock...

o'erhang and jutty his confounded base

swilled with the wild and wasteful ocean

Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide

Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit to his full height

on, on, you noblest English, whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof

fathers that like so many Alexanders...

have in these parts from morn till even fought...

and sheathed their swords for lack of argument!

Dishonor not your mothers!

Now attest that those whom you called fathers did beget you

Be copy now to men of grosser blood and teach them how to war

And you, good yeomen, whose limbs were made in England

show us here the mettle of your pasture

Let us swear that you are worth your breeding

which l doubt not, for there is none of you so mean and base...

that hath not noble luster in your eyes

l see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, straining upon the start

The game's afoot! Follow your spirit

and upon this charge cry

God for Harry, England...

and saint George!,

[soldiers] God for Harry, England and saint George!

God for Harry, England and...

on! on! on!

To the breach! [shrieks]

pray thee, corporal, stay. The knocks are too hot

Ah, knocks, they come and go

God's vassals drop and die, and sword and shield...

in bloody field doth win imortal fame. [Whimpers]

'Tis honor, and that's the truth of it

Would l were in an alehouse in London

l'd give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety

God's plud! on to the breach, you dogs!

Avaunt, you cullions!

[Grunts] Ahh!

Ah, be merciful, great duke, to men of mold

- Aah! Abate thy rage! - on to the breach!

Abate thy rage! Abate! on! on!

[chorus] The nimble gunner with linstock now the devilish cannon touches

And down goes all before them!

captain Fluellen!

captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines

The Duke of Gloucester would speak with you

To the mines?Tell you the duke...

it is not so good to come to the mines

For, look you, the mines is not according to the disciplines of war

The concavities of it is not sufficient

For, look you, the adversary, you may discuss unto the Duke, look you

is digged himself four yards under the countermines

pfft! By cheshu, l think he will blow up all if there is not better directions

The Duke of Gloucester, whom the order of the siege is given

is altogether directed by an lrishman, a very valiant gentleman, in faith

- lt is captain MacMorris, is it not? - l think it be

He is an ass as in the world!

l will verify as much in his beard

He has no more directions in the true disciplines of the war, look you

- of the Roman disciplines, as in a puppy dog. - [Laughs]

Here he comes, and the scots captain, captain Jamy, with him

Ah, captain Jamy is a marvelous, valorous gentleman

That is certain. of great expedition and knowledge in the ancient wars

l say good day, captain Fluellen!

Gooden to your worship, good captain James

captain Jamy is a marvelous, valorous gentleman

- That is certain. - [Laughing]

How now, captain MacMorris?

Have you quit the mines? Have the pioneers given o'er?

oh, by the saints, 'tis ill done

The work is give over. The trumpet sound the retreat

By my hand l swear, and by my father's soul, 'tis ill done

The work is give over!

l would've blowed up the town, so God save me, in an hour!

Ah, 'tis ill done

By my hand, 'tis ill done. [sobbing]

captain MacMorris, l beseech you now

will you vouchsafe me, look you, a few disputations with you

partly to satisfy my opinion and

partly for the satisfaction of my mind?

As touching the direction of the military discipline. That is the point

lt shall be very good, good faith, good captains both

and l would fain hear some discourse between you twain

This is no time to discourse, so God save me

oh, the day is hot

and the weather and the wars and the king and the dukes

This is no time to discourse. The town is besieged

Aye, the trumpet calls into the breach and we talk...

and by the Holy do nothin'!

'Tis a shame for us all, so God save me

'Tis a shame to stand still. 'Tis a shame by me hand!

And there is throats to be cut and work to be done

and nothin' is done, so help me God!

By the mess, ere these eyes of mine take themselves to the slumber

l'll do good service, or l'll lie in the ground for it

Aye, or go to death

And l'll pay it as valorously as l may. That shall l surely do

That is the brief and the long of it. Hm?

captain MacMorris, l think, look you, under your correction

there is not many...

of your nation?

of my nation?

What is my nation?

ls a villain a bastard and a knave and a rascal?

What is my nation?

Who talks of my nation?

Look you, if you take the matter otherwise than is meant

captain MacMorris, peradventure l shall think...

you do not use me with that affability...

as in discretion you ought to use me, being as good a man...

as yourself, both in the discipline of war and the derivation of my birth...

and other particularities!

l do not know you as good a man as myself

so God save me, and l will cut off your head!

Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other!

[Laughing] That's a foul fault

- The town sounds a parley! - [All cheering]

How yet resolves the governor of the town?

This is the latest parley we'll admit

our expectation hath this day an end

The Dauphin, of whom succor we entreated

returns us word his powers are not yet ready...

to raise so great a siege

Therefore, dread king, we yield our town and lives...

to your soft mercy

Enter our gates

dispose of us and ours

for we no longer are defensible

open your gates

come, brother Gloucester

Go you and enter Harfleur

There remain and fortify it strongly against the French

use mercy to them all

For us, dear brother, the winter coming on...

and sickness growing upon our soldiers

we will retire to Calais

Tonight in Harfleur will we be your guest

Tomorrow for the march are we addressed

Alice, tu as ete en Angleterre

et tu bien parle la langage

- un peu, madame. - Je te prie, m'enseignez

ll faut que j'apprenne a parler

- coment appelez-vous la main en anglais? - Le main?

Elle est appelee de hand

De hand. Et les doigts?

Les doigts? Ma foi, j'oublie le doigts, mais je me souviendrai

Les doigts. Ah, je pense qu'ils sont appeles de fingers

oui, de fingers

La main, de hand. Les doigts, de fingers

Je pense que je suis le bon ecolier

J'ai gagne deus mots d'anglais vitement

- coment appelez-vous les ongles? - Les ongles

Nous les appelons de nails

De nails. Ecoutez. Dites-moi si je parle bien

De hand, de fingers, de nails

Ah! c'est bien dit, madame. ll est fort bon anglais

- Dites-moi l'anglais pour les bras. - De arm madame

- Et le coude? - De elbow

De elbow

Je m'en fais la repetition de tous les mots que vous m'avez appris des a present

- ca cest trop dificile, madame, come je pense. - Excusez-moi, Alice

Ecoutez. De hand, de fingers, de nails, de arm, de bilbow.

sauf votre honneur! De elbow

o siegneur Dieu, je m'en oublie!

De elbow

coment appelez-vous le col?

- De neck. - De nick.

- Et le menton? - De chin

De sin. Le col, de nick. Le menton, de sin

sauf votre honneur, en verite, vous prononcez les mots...

aussi droit que les natifs d'Angleterre

Je ne doute point d'apprendre, par la grace de Dieu, et en peu de temps

- N'avez vous pas deja oublie ce que je vous ai enseigne? - Non.

Je reciterai a vous promptement

De hand, de fingers, de miles...

De nails, madame

De nails, de arm, de bilbow.

sauf votre honneur, de elbow

Ainsi dis-je. De elbow

De nick et de sin

coment appelez-vous le pied et le robe?

Foot et gown

o seigneur Dieu! ce sont mots de son mauvais

corruptible, gros et impudique, et non pour les dames d'honneur d'user

Je ne voudrais pronouncer ces mots devant les seigneurs de France...

pour tout le monde

De foot et de cown

Neanmoins, je reciterai un autre fois ma lecon ensemble

De hand, de fingers, de nails

de arm, de elbow, de nick, de sin

de foot et de cown

oh, madame, c'est excellent!

c'est assez pour une fois. Allons-nous a diner

[king charles] 'Tis certain he has passed the river some

And if he be not fought withal, my lord, let us not live in France

Let us quit all and give our vineyards to a barbarous people

Normans, but bastard Normans. Norman bastards

- [Alice] oh! - Mort de ma vie

lf they march along, unfought withal

then l will sell my dukedom to buy a slobbery and dirty farm...

in that nook-shotten isle of Albion

Dieu de batailles! Where have they this mettle?

ls not their climate foggy, raw and dull

on whom as in despite the sun looks pale, killing their fruit with frowns?

And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine, seem frosty?

By faith and honor, our madams mock at us...

and plainly say our mettle is bred out

and they will give their bodies to the lust of English youth...

to new-store France with bastard warriors

Where is Mountjoy the herald?

speed him hence. Let him greet England with our sharp defiance

up, princes, and with spirit of honor edged

bar Harry England that sweeps through our land...

with penance painted in the blood of Harfleur

Go down upon him. You have power enough

And in a captive chariot into Rouen bring him our prisoner

This becomes the great. Sorry am l his numbers are so few

his soldiers sick and famished in their march

for l am sure, when he shall see our army

he'll drop his heart into the sink of fear

and for achievement, offer us his ransom

Therefore, Lord constable, haste on Mountjoy!

prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Rouen

Not so, l do beseech Your Majesty

Be patient, for you shall remain with us

Now forth, Lord constable and princes all

and quickly bring us word of England's fall

ohh

- You know me by my habit. - Well, then l know thee

What shall l know of thee? My master's mind

unfold it, Thus says my king's

say thou to Harry of England's Though we seemed dead, we did but slumber

Tell him we could have rebuked him at Harfleur

but we thought not good to bruise an injury till it were full ripe

Now we speak upon our cue, and our voice is imperial

England shall repent his folly, see his weakness and admire our sufferance

Bid him therefore considered of his ransom

which must proportion the losses we have borne, the subjects we have lost

the disgrace we have digested

For our losses, his exchequer is too poor

For the effusion of our blood, the muster of his kingdom too faint a number

And for our disgrace, his own person

kneeling at our feet, but a weak and worthless satisfaction

To this add defiance

and tell him for conclusion, he hath betrayed his followers

whose condemation is pronounced,

so far my king and master, so much my office

- What is thy name? l know thy quality. - Mountjoy

Thou dost thy office fairly

Turn thee back and tell thy king l do not seek him now

but could be willing to march on to calais without impeachment

For to say the sooth, my people are with sickness much enfeebled

my numbers lessened

Go, therefore, tell thy master here l am

My ransom is this frail and worthless body

my army but a weak and sickly guard

Yet, God before, tell him we will come on

though France herself and such another neighbor stood in our way

lf we may pass, we will

lf we be hindered, we shall your tawny ground with your red blood discolor

And so, Mountjoy

fare you well

We would not seek a battle as we are

nor as we are we say we will not shun it

- so tell your master. - l shall deliver so

- There's for thy labor. - Thanks to Your Highness

- March to the bridge. - The bridge!

lt now draws toward night

Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves

and on the morrow bid them march away

[chorus] Now entertain conjecture of a time...

when creeping murmur and the poring dark...

fills the wide vessel of the universe

From camp to camp through the foul womb of night

the hum of either army stilly sounds

that the fixed sentinels almost receive...

the secret whispers of each other's watch

Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames

each battle sees the other's umbered face

steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs

piercing the night's dull ear

And from the tents, the armorers

accomplishing the knights

with busy hamers closing rivets up

give dreadful note of preparation

proud of their numbers and secure in soul

the confident and overlusty French...

do the low-rated English play at dice...

and chide the cripple tardy-gaited night

who like a foul and ugly witch...

doth limp so tediously away

Tut. l have the best armor of the world

Would it were day

You have an excellent armor, but let my horse have his due

- lt is the best horse of Europe. - Hm

Will it never be morning?

My Lord orleans, my Lord High constable, you talk of horse and armor?

You are as well provided of both as any prince in the world

What a long night is this

l will not change my horse for any that treads on four hooves

He bounds from the earth. When l bestride him, l soar, l am a hawk

He trots the air. The earth sings when he touches it

He is of the color of nutmeg and of the heat of the ginger

He is pure air and fire

and all other jades you may call beasts

lt is indeed, my lord, a most absolute and excellent... horse

lt is the prince of palfreys

His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch

and his countenance enforces homage

- No more, cousin. - Nay, cousin

The man hath no wit that cannot from the rising of the lark to the lodging of the lamb

vary deserved praise on my palfrey

l once writ a sonnet in his praise

lt began thus��Wonder of nature...

Hm. l have heard a sonnet begin so to one's mistress

Then did they imitate that which l composed to my courser

for my horse is my mistress

Methought yesterday your mistress shrewdly shook your back

My Lord constable, the armor that l see in your tent tonight

are those stars or suns upon it?

Stars, my lord, some of them will fall tomorrow, l hope.

That may be

[Dauphin] Will it never be day?

l will trot tomorrow a mile, and my way shall be paved with English faces

Who'll go hazard with me for 20 prisoners?

It is midnight

l'll go arm myself

Ha. The Dauphin longs for morning

He longs to eat the English

l think he will eat all he kills

ohh. He never did harm that l heard of

Nor will do none tomorrow. He'll keep that good name still

- l know him to be valiant. - l was told that by one that knows him better than you

- What's he? - Marry, he told me so himself

- [Laughing] - And he said he cared not who knew it

My Lord High constable. The English lie within 1500 paces of your tents.

Who hath measured the ground?

The Lord Grandpre

A valiant and most expert gentleman

Would it were day

Hm. Alas, poor Harry of England

He longs not for the dawning as we do

Ha. What a wretched and peevish fellow is this king of England...

to mope with his fat-brained followers...

so far out of his knowledge

lf the English had any apprehension, they'd run away

That they lack, for if their heads had any intellectual armor

they could never wear such heavy headpieces

That island of England breeds very valiant creatures

Their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage

Foolish curs, that run winking into the mouth of a Russian bear...

and have their heads crushed like rotten apples

You may as well say, That's a valiant flea

that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.,

Just, just. And the men are like the mastiffs

Give them great meals of beef, and iron and steel

they'll eat like wolves and fight like devils

But these English are shrewdly out of beef

Then shall we find tomorrow, they've only stomachs to eat and none to fight

Hm

Now is it time to arm

come, shall we about it?

lt is now two, but let me see...

By dawn, we shall have each...

a hundred Englishmen

[chorus] The country cocks do crow

the clocks do toll

and the third hour of drowsy morning name

The poor condemed English, like sacrifices

by their watchful fires sit patiently...

and inly ruminate the morning's danger

And their gesture sad

investing lank lean cheeks and war-worn coats

presenteth them unto the gazing moon...

so many horrid ghosts

oh, now

who will behold the royal captain of this ruined band

walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent

let him cry

praise and glory on his head.

For forth he goes and visits all his host

bids them good morrow with a modest smile...

and calls them brothers, friends and countrymen

A largess universal, like the sun

his liberal eye doth give to everyone

thawing cold fear, that mean and gentle all...

behold, as may unworthiness define

a little touch of Harry...

in the night

Gloucester

'Tis true that we are in great danger

The greater therefore should our courage be

Good morrow, old sir Thomas Erpingham

A good soft pillow for that good white head...

were better than a churlish turf of France

Not so, my liege. This lodging suits me better

since l may say, Now lie l like a king.

Lend me thy cloak, sir Thomas

l and my bosom must debate a while

and then l would no other company

The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry

God-a-mercy, old heart

Qui vous la?

A friend

Discuss unto me��

Art thou officer

or art thou base, comon and popular?

l'm a gentleman of a company

Trail'st thou the puissant pike?

- Even so. What are you? - Huh. As good a gentleman as the emperor

Then you are better than the king?

Ah, the king's a bawcock and a heart of gold

a lad of life, an imp of fame

of parents good, of fist most valiant

l kiss his dirty shoe

and from heartstring, l love the lovely bully

Eh...

- What is thy name? - Henry Le Roy

Le Roy? A cornish name. Art thou of cornish crew?

No, l'm a Welshman

- know'st thou Fluellen? - Yes

Art thou his friend? Aye, and his kinsman too

Tell him l'll knock his leek about his head upon st. Davy's day

Do not wear your dagger in your cap that day, lest he knock that about yours

oh. A fico for thee then!

l thank you. God be with you

My name is pistol called

lt sorts well with your fierceness

[Gower] captain Fluellen?

captain Fluellen!

shh, shh!ln the name of Beezlebub, speak lower

lf you will take the pains... but to examine the wars of pompey the Great

you shall find, l warrant you

there is no tiddle-taddle nor pibble-pabble in pompey's camp

l warrant you, you shall find

the ceremonies of the wars

and the cares of it, and the forms of it, to be otherwise

Why, the enemy is loud. You can hear him all night

lf the enemy is an ass and a fool and a prating coxcomb

is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you

[shouting] be an ass and a fool and a prating coxcomb?

- Shh. - ln your own conscience now?

- l will speak lower. - l pray you and beseech you that you will

[Henry] Though it appear a little out of fashion

there is much care and valor in this Welshman

Brother John Bates, be not that the morning which breaks yonder?

l think it be, but we have no great cause...

to desire the approach of day

We see yonder the beginning of the day

but l think we shall never see the end of it

- [Twig snaps] - Who goes there?

A friend

under what captain serve you?

under... sir Thomas Erpingham

oh

A good old comander and a most kind gentleman

l pray you, what thinks he of our estate?

Even as men wrecked upon a sand...

that looked to be washed off at the next tide

He hath not told his thought to the king?

No

Nor it is not meet he should

For l think the king is but a man as l am

The violet smells to him as it doth to me

His ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man

Therefore, when he sees reasons of fears, as we do

his fears, without doubt, be of the same relish as ours are

Yet no man should find in him any appearance of fear

lest he, by showing it, should dishearten his army

He may show what outward courage he will

but l believe, as cold a night as 'tis

he could wish himself in Thames up to the neck

so l would he were, and l by him,

at all adventures, so we were quit here

By my troth, l will speak my conscience of the king

l think he would not wish himself anywhere but where he is

Then l would he were here alone

so should he be sure to be ransomed, and a many poor men's lives saved

Methinks, l would not die anywhere so contented as in the king's company

his cause being just and his quarrel honorable

lt's more than we know

Aye

or more than we should seek after

for we know enough if we know we are the king's subjects

lf his cause be wrong

our obedience to the king wipes the crime of it out of us

[court] But if the cause be not good

the king himself hath a heavy reckoning to make...

when all those legs and arms and heads...

chopped off in a battle...

shall join together at the latter day...

and cry all��

We died at such a place.

some swearing; some crying for a surgeon;

some upon their wives left poor behind them;

some upon the debts they owe;

some upon their children rawly left

l'm afraid there are few die well that die in a battle

For how can they charitably dispose of anything...

when blood is their argument?

Now, if these men do not die well

it'll be a black matter for the king that led them to it

[Williams] Aye

Aye

so, if a son that is by his father sent upon merchandise...

to sinfully miscarry upon the sea

the imputation of his wickedness, by your rule

should be imposedupon his father that sent him

But this is not so

The king is not bound to answer for the particular endings of his soldiers

nor the father of his son

for they purpose not their deaths when they purpose their services

Every subject's duty is the king's

but every subject's soul is his own

Aye, 'tis certain

Every man that dies ill, the ill is on his own head

The king's not to answer for it

oh, l do not desire he should answer for me

and yet l determine to fight lustily for him

l myself heard the king say he would not be ransomed

[Laughing] He said so to make us fight cheerfully

But when our throats are cut, he may be ransomed and we ne'er the wiser

lf ever l live to see it, l'll never trust his word after

That's a perilous shot out of a pop gun

that a poor and private displeasure could do against a monarch

You may as well go about to turn the sun to ice...

with fanning in its face with a peacock's feather

You'll never trust his word after, come, 'tis a foolish saying

Your reproof is something too round

l should be angry with you, if the time were convenient

- [Trumpet�� Fanfare] - Let it be a quarrel between us then, if you live

Be friends, you English fools. Be friends

We have French quarrels enough

if you could tell how to reckon

[Muttering] Never trust his word after.

upon the king

Let us our lives, our souls, our debts

our careful wives, our children...

and our sins...

lay on the king

We must bare all

What infinite heart's ease must kings forego...

that private men enjoy

And what have kings that privates have not too

save ceremony

And what art thou, thou idle ceremony

that sufferest more of mortal griefs...

that do thy worshippers?

What drink'st thou oft

instead of homage sweet

but poisoned flattery?

o, be sick, great greatness

and bid thy ceremony give thee cure

canst thou, when thou comand'st the beggar's knee

comand the health of it?

No, thou proud dream...

that play'st so subtly with a king's repose

l am a king that find thee

and l know...

'tis not the orb and scepter

crown imperial, the throne he sits on

nor the tide of pomp that beats upon the high shore of this world

Not all these, laid in bed majestical

can sleep so soundly...

as the wretched slave...

who, with a body filled and vacant mind

gets him to rest

cramed with distressful bread

Never sees horrid night, the child of hell

but like a lackey from the rise to set...

sweats in the eye of phoebus...

and all night sleeps in Elysium

Next day, after dawn, doth rise and help Hyperion to his horse...

and follows so the ever-running year...

with profitable labor...

to his grave

And, but for ceremony, such a wretch

winding up days with toil and nights with sleep

had the forehand and vantage of a king

My lord

Your nobles, jealous of your absence

seek through your camp to find you

Good old knight

collect them all together at my tent

l'll be before thee

o God of battles

steel my soldiers' hearts

possess them not with fear

Take from them now the sense of reckoning...

lest the opposed numbers...

pluck their hearts from them

[Gloucester] My lord

My lord, the army stays upon your presence

l know thy errand

l will go with thee

The day, my friends

and all things...

stay for me

The sun doth gild our armor. up, my lords!

Montez a cheval! My horse, varlet lackey

oh, brave spirit! via! Les eaux et terre

Rien puis? L'air et feu? cieux, cousin orleans

Hark how our steeds for present service neigh

Mount them, and make incision in their hides

that their hot blood may spin in English eyes and quench them with superior courage

[Messenger] The English are embattled, you French peers

A very little little let us do, and all is done

Then let the trumpets sound, the tucket sonance and the note to mount!

come, come, away! The sun is high, and we outwear the day

The king himself is rode to view their battle

of fighting men they have full three score thousand

There's five to one. Besides, they all are fresh

God's arm strike with us, 'tis a fearful odds

God with you, princes all. l'll to my charge

lf we no more meet till we meet in heaven

then joyfully, my noble Westmoreland

my dear Lord Gloucester, my good Lord Exeter

and my kind kinsman, warriors all... adieu

Farewell, good salisbury. And good luck go with thee

Farewell, kind lord

That we now had here but one ten thousand of those men in England who do not work today

What's he that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland?

No, my fair cousin

lf we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss

lf to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor

God's will, l pray thee, wish not one man more

Rather proclaim it through my host...

that he which hath no stomach to this feast, let him depart!

His passport shall be drawn and crowns for convoy put into his purse

We would not die in that man's company...

that fears his fellowship to die with us

This day is called the Feast of crispian

He that outlives this day and comes safe home...

will stand a-tiptoe when this day is named...

and rouse him at the name of crispian

He that shall live this day and see old age...

will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors...

and say, Tomorrow is st. crispian.

Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars...

and say, These wounds l had on crispian's day.

old men forget, yet all shall be forgot

but he'll remember, with advantages

what feats he did that day

Then shall our names, familiar in his mouth as household words...

Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter

Warwick and Talbot, salisbury and Gloucester...

be in their flowing cups freshly remembered

This story shall the good man teach his son

and crispin crispian shall ne'er go by...

from this day to the ending of the world...

but we in it shall be remembered

We few, we happy few

we band of brothers

for he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother

be he ne'er so base

And gentlemen in England now a-bed...

shall think themselves accursed they were not here...

and hold their manhoods cheap...

whiles any speaks that fought with us...

- upon st. crispian's day! - [All cheering]

My lord, bestow yourself with speed

The French are bravely in their battles set and will with all expedience charge on us!

All things are ready if our minds be so

perish the man whose mind is backward now

Thou dost now wish more help from England, coz?

God's will, my liege, would you and l alone, without more help, could fight this battle out

You know your places. God be with you all!

once more l come to know thee, king Harry

if for thy ransom thou wilt now compound...

before thy most assured overthrow

Who hath sent thee now?

The constable of France

l pray thee, bear my former answer back

Bid them achieve me and then sell my bones

Good God, why should theymock poor fellows thus?

The man that once did sell the lion's skin while the beast lived...

was killed with hunting him

and many of our bodies shall no doubt find native graves

upon the which, l trust, shall witness live in brass of this day's work

And those that leave their valiant bones in France

dying like men, though buried in your dunghills

they shall be famed

For there the sun shall greet them and draw their honors reeking up to heaven

leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime

the smell whereof shall breed a plague in France

Let me speak proudly

Tell the constable we are but warriors for the working day

our gayness and our gilt are all besmirched...

with rainy marching in the painful field

And time hath worn us into slovenry

But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim!

[All] Aye! come thou no more for ransom, gentle Herald

They shall have none, l swear, but these my bones

which if they have as l will leave of them, shall yield them little

- Tell the constable. - l shall, king Harry

And so fare thee well

Thou never shalt hear Herald anymore

Now, soldiers, march away!

How thou pleasest, God, dispose the day

Well have we done, thrice-valiant countrymen!

But all's not done. Yet keep the French the field!

oh, everlasting shame!Let's stab ourselves

Be these the wretches that we played at dice for?

- ls this the king we sent to for his ransom? - shame, and eternal shame

Nothing but shame. Let's die in honor, once more back again!

We are enough yet living in the field to smother up the English in our throngs

- if any order might be thought upon. - The devil take order now

l'll to the throng. Let life be short, else shame will be too long

[sobs] God's plud!

kill the boys and the luggage

'Tis expressly against the law of arms

'Tis as arrant a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be offered

ln your conscience now, is it not?

'Tis certain there's not a boy left alive

The cowardly rascals that ran from the battle have done this slaughter

Here comes His Majesty

l was not angry since l came to France

until this instant

Take a trumpet, Herald. Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill

lf they won't fight us, bid them come down or void the field

They do offend our sight!

Here comes the herald of the French, my liege

His eyes are humbler than they used to be

God's will. What means this, Herald?

com'st thou again for ransom?

No, great king. l come to thee for charitable license

that we may wander o'er this bloody field...

to book our dead...

and then to bury them

The day is yours

praised be God...

and not our strength for it

What is this castle called��that stands hard by?

We call it Agincourt

Then call we this the field of Agincourt

fought on the day of crispin crispianus

Here is the number of the slaughtered French

This note doth tell me of ten thousand French that in the field lie slain

Where is the number��of our English dead?

Edward, the Duke of York

the Earl of suffolk

sir Richard ketly

Davy Gam, esquire

And of all other men

but 5 and 20 score

oh, God, thy arm was here

- I's wonderful. - Come

Go we in procession to the village

Let there be sung Non Nobis and Te Deum.

[Man singing ln Latin] The dead with charity enclosed in clay

And then to Calais

and to England then

where ne'er from France arrived...

- more happier men. - [Men singing]

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Nay, that's right, but why wear you your leek today?

st. Davy's day is past

There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things, captain Gower

l will tell you as my friend, captain Gower

The rascally, beggarly, lousy knave pistol

which you and yourself and all the world know to be no better...

than a fellow, look you, of no merits...

He is come to me and bring me bread and salt yesterday, look you

and bid me eat my leek

lt was in a place where l could not breed no contention with him

But l will be so bold as wear it in my cap till l see him once again

And then l will tell him a little piece of my desires

Why, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue

that now and then goes to the wars to grace himself...

at his return into London, under the form of a soldier

and what such of a camp can do among foaming bottles and ale-washed wits...

is wonderful to be thought of

Here he comes

swelling like a turkey-cock

[Fluellen] 'Tis no matter for his swellings nor his turkey-cocks

God bless you, pistol, you scurvy, lousy knave. God bless you!

Ha! Art thou bedlam?

Hence, l am qualmish at the smell of leek

l beseech you heartily, scurvy, lousy knave

to eat, look you, this leek

[Whimpers] Not for cadwallader and all his goats

- There is one goat for you! - Aah!

Will you be so good as eat it?

Base Trojan, thou shalt die!

- You say very true, when God's will is. - Aye!

l will desire you to live in the meantime and eat your victuals

- come, there is sauce for it! - [screams]

- [Bawling] - lf you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek

Bite, l pray you

- Must l bite? - out of doubt, and out of question too

By this leek, l will most horribly revenge!

- Brr! [Gasps] - l eat

[Muffled] l eat. l swear

Nay, pray you, throw none away

The skin is good for your broken coxcomb. [coughing]

When you take occasions to see leeks hereafter, mock at 'em, that is all!

Good. Aye, leeks is good

- [chuckling] - [Fluellen] Hold you

- Here is a penny to heal your head. - Me, a penny?

Yes, verily, and in truth you shall take it

or l have another leek in my pocket which you shall eat!

God by you and keep you and... heal your head

Brrrr!

All hell shall stir for this

Go to. You are a counterfeit cowardly knave

You thought, because he could not speak English in the native garb

that he therefore could not handle an English cudgel

But you find it otherwise, and henceforth

let a Welsh correction teach you a good English condition

Fare ye well

Doth fortune play the strumpet with me now?

News have l that my Nell lies dead...

in the hospital...

of the malady of France

And there my rendezvous is quite cut off

old do l wax

and from my weary limbs honor is cudgelled

Well... bawd l'll turn

and something lean to cutpurse...

of quick hand

To England will l steal

and there l'll steal

And patches will l get unto these scars...

and swear l got them in these present wars

La, la-la-la-la la-la-la-la

La, la-la-la-la-la

La-la, la-la-la-la la-la-la-la

La, la-la-la-la-la

La-la, la-la-la la-la, la-la-la-la

La-la-la

La-la-la, la-la-la

La-la-la, la-la-la

La-la-la, la-la-la la-la-la

peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met

And to our brother France and to our sister

health and fair time of day

Joy and good wishes to our most fair and princely cousin Katherine

As a branch and member of this royalty, we do salute you

Duke of Burgundy

And princes French and peers

health to you all

Right joyous are we to behold your face

most worthy brother England, fairly met

so are you, princes English, every one

so happy be the issue, brother England

of this good day and of this gracious meeting

As we are now glad...

to behold your eyes

your eyes which hitherto have borne in them against the French...

that met them in their bent, the fatal balls of murdering basilisks

The venom of such looks we fairly hope have lost their quality

and that this day shall change all griefs and quarrels...

into love

To cry amen to that, thus we appear

My duty to you both, on equal love

great kings of France and England

since that my office hath so far prevailed...

that face to face and royal eye to eye you have assembled

let it not disgrace me if l demand before this royal view

why that the naked, poor and mangled peace

dear nurse of arts

of plenties and of joyful births

should not, in this best garden of the world

our fertile France

put up her lovely visage?

Alas, she has from France too long been chased...

and all her husbandry doth lie on heaps

corrupting in its own fertility

Her vine

the merry cheerer of the heart

unpruned, dies

Her hedges even-pleached

put forth disordered twigs

Her fallow leas

the darnel, hemlock and rank fumitory

doth root upon, while that the coulter rusts...

that should deracinate such savagery

The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth...

the freckled cowslip

burnet and green clover

wanting the scythe, all uncorrected rank

conceives by idleness

And nothing teems but hateful docks

rough thistles, kecksies, burs

losing both beauty and utility

Even so our houses and ourselves and children...

have lost, or do not learn for want of time

the sciences that should become our country

but grow like savages, as soldiers will

that nothing do but meditate on blood

to swearing and stern looks

diffused attire...

and everything that seems...

unnatural

Which to reduce into her former favor

you are assembled

Then, Duke of Burgundy, you must gain that peace...

with full accord to all our just demands

l have but with a cursory eye o'erglanced the articles

pleaseth your grace to appoint some of your council...

presently to sit with us?

We will certainly pass our accept and peremptory answer

Brother, we shall

Will you, fair sister, go with the princes...

or stay here with us?

our gracious brother, l will go with them

Happily, a woman's voice may do some good...

when articles too nicely urged be stood on

[Henry] Yet leave our cousin, Katherine, here with us

she hath good leave

Fair Katherine

and most fair

will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier...

terms such as will enter at a lady's ear...

and plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?

Your Majesty shall mock at me

l cannot speak your England

oh, fair Katherine, if you will love me soundly with your French heart

l will be glad to hear you confess it brokenly with your English tongue

Do you... like me, Kate?

pardonnez-moi

l cannot tell what is... like me.

An angel is like you, Kate

and you are like an angel

Que dit-il?Que je suis semblable a les anges?

oui, vraiment, sauf votre grace, ainsi dit-il

o bon Dieu. Les langues des homes sont pleines de tromperies

What says she, fair one? That the tongues of men are full of deceits?

oui. That the tongues of the mens...

is be full of deceits

l'faith, Kate, l am glad thou canst speak no better English

for if thou couldst, thou wouldst find me such a plain king...

that thou wouldst think l had sold my farm to buy my crown

l know no ways to mince it in love

but directly to say, l love you.

Give me your answer, and so clap hands and a bargain

How say you, lady?

sauf votre honneur, me understand well

lf you put me to verses or to dance for your sake, Kate

why, you undo me

lf l might buffet for my love, or bound my horse for her favors

l could lay on like a butcher and sit like a jackanapes, never off

But before God, Kate, l cannot look greenly...

nor gasp out my eloquence

Nor have l no cunningin protestation

lf thou canst love a fellow of this temper, Kate

that never looks in his glass for the love of anything he sees there

whose face is not worth sunburning

take me

lf not

to say to thee that l shall die is true...

but for thy love

by the Lord... no

Yet l love thee too

And while thou livest, dear Kate

take a fellow of plain constancy

For these fellows of infinite tongue

that can rhyme themselves into ladies' favors

they do always reason themselves out again

A speaker is but a prater, a rhyme is but a ballad

A straight back will stoop, a black beard will turn white

A fair face will wither, a full eye will wax hollow

But a good heart, Kate

is the sun and the moon

lf thou wouldst have such a one

take me

And take me, take a soldier

Take a soldier

take a king

And what sayest thou then to my love?

speak, my fair, and fairly, l pray thee

ls it possible that l should love...

the enemy of France?

No, Kate, but in loving me, you would love the friend of France

for l love France so well that l will not part with a village of it

And, Kate, when France is mine, and l am yours

then yours is France, and you are mine

l cannot tell what is that

[chuckles] No, Kate?

[sighs]l will tell thee in French, which l am sure will hang upon my tongue...

like a newly-married wife about her husband's neck

hardly to be shook off

uh... Je...

[Laughs] quand...

sur le possession de France

et quand vous avez le possession de moi...

uhh...

Donc votre est Franceet vous etes mienne

[Laughing] l shall never move thee in French...

unless it be to laugh at me

sauf votre honneur, le Francois que vous parlez, il est meilleur que l'Anglois lequel je parle

No, faith, it's not, Kate

Thy speaking of my tongue, and l thine

must needs be granted to be much alike

But, Kate, dost thou understand thus much English?

canst thou... love me?

l cannot tell

can any of your neighbors tell, Kate? l'll ask them

come, l know thou lovest me

and at night, when you are come into your chamber

you will question this gentlewoman about me

And l know, Kate, you will to her dispraise those parts in me...

which you love with your heart

But, good Kate

mock me mercifully, the rather gentle princess

because l love thee...

cruelly

What sayest thou, my fair flower-de-luce?

La plus belle Katherine du monde

mon tres cher et devin deesse?

Your Majesty have false French enough to deceive...

the most sage demoiselle that is in France

Now fie upon my false French

But mine honor, in true English, l love thee, Kate

By which honor, though l dare not swear, thou lovest me

yet my blood begins to flatter me thou dost

put off your maiden blushes

avouch the thoughts of your heart with the looks of an empress

take me by the hand and say, Harry of England, l am thine.

Which word thou shalt no sooner bless mine ear withal

but l will tell thee aloud, England is thine, lreland is thine

France is thine, and Henry plantagenet is thine.,

Therefore, queen of all, Katherine

break thy mind to me in broken English

Wilt thou have me?

That is as it shall please the roi mon pere

Nay, it shall please him well, Kate

lt shall please him, Kate

Then it shall also content me

Ah, upon that l kiss your hand and call you my queen

- oh! - Laissez, mon seigneur, laissez, laissez!

Ma foi, je ne veux point que vous abaissez votre grandeur...

en baisant la main d'une indigne serviteur

Excusez-moi, je vous supplie, mon tres puissant seigneur

oh. Then l will kiss your lips, Kate

ohh!

Les dames et demoiselles pour etre baisees devant leur noces

il n'est pas la coutume de France

Madame, my interpreter, what says she?

That it is not the fashion for the ladies of France...

oh, l cannot tell what is baiser in English

To kiss?

Your Majesty entendre better que moi

[Henry] lt is not the fashion for the maids in France to kiss before they are married?

[Alice] oui, oui, vraiment

[Henry] oh, Kate

Nice customs courtesy to great kings

Dear Kate, you and l cannot be confined...

within the weak list of a country's fashion

We are the makers of manners, Kate

Therefore, patiently...

and yielding

You have witchcraft in your lips..., Kate

God save Your Majesty

My royal cousin, teach you our princess English?

- [All Laughing] - l would have her learn, my fair cousin

how perfectly l love her, and that is good English

Ahh, shall Kate be my wife?

Take her, fair son

that the contending kingdoms of France and England

whose very shores look pale...

with envy of each other's happiness

may cease their hatred

and never war advance his bleeding sword...

'twixt England and fair France

[All] Amen

Thus far, with rough and all-unable pen

our bending author hath pursued the story

in little room confining mighty men

mangling by starts...

the full course of their glory

small time, but in that small most greatly lived...

this star of England

Fortune made his sword

And for his sake

in your fair minds

let this acceptance take

[chorus singing]