| ACT I SCENE II | The same. The Presence chamber. | |
| | Enter KING HENRY V, GLOUCESTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, WARWICK, WESTMORELAND, and Attendants | |
| KING HENRY V | Where is my gracious Lord of Canterbury? | |
| EXETER | Not here in presence. | |
| KING HENRY V | Send for him, good uncle. | |
| WESTMORELAND | Shall we call in the ambassador, my liege? | 5 |
| KING 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. | |
| | Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY, and the BISHOP of ELY | |
| CANTERBURY | God and his angels guard your sacred throne | |
| | And make you long become it! | 10 |
| KING HENRY V | Sure, we thank you. | |
| | My learned lord, we pray you to proceed | |
| | And justly and religiously unfold | |
| | Why the law Salique that they have in France | |
| | Or should, or should not, bar us in our claim: | 15 |
| | And God forbid, my dear and faithful lord, | |
| | That you should fashion, wrest, or bow your reading, | |
| | Or nicely charge your understanding soul | |
| | With opening titles miscreate, whose right | |
| | Suits not in native colours with the truth; | 20 |
| | For God doth know how many now in health | |
| | Shall drop their blood in approbation | |
| | Of what your reverence shall incite us to. | |
| | Therefore take heed how you impawn our person, | |
| | How you awake our sleeping sword of war: | 25 |
| | We charge you, in the name of God, take heed; | |
| | For never two such kingdoms did contend | |
| | Without much fall of blood; whose guiltless drops | |
| | Are every one a woe, a sore complaint | |
| | 'Gainst him whose wrong gives edge unto the swords | 30 |
| | That make such waste in brief mortality. | |
| | Under this conjuration, speak, my lord; | |
| | For we will hear, note and believe in heart | |
| | That what you speak is in your conscience wash'd | |
| | As pure as sin with baptism. | 35 |
| CANTERBURY | Then hear me, gracious sovereign, and you peers, | |
| | That owe yourselves, your lives and services | |
| | To this imperial throne. There is no bar | |
| | To make against your highness' claim to France | |
| | But this, which they produce from Pharamond, | 40 |
| | 'In terram Salicam mulieres ne succedant:' | |
| | 'No woman shall succeed in Salique land:' | |
| | Which Salique land the French unjustly gloze | |
| | To be the realm of France, and Pharamond | |
| | The founder of this law and female bar. | 45 |
| | Yet their own authors faithfully affirm | |
| | That the land Salique is in Germany, | |
| | Between the floods of Sala and of Elbe; | |
| | Where Charles the Great, having subdued the Saxons, | |
| | There left behind and settled certain French; | 50 |
| | Who, holding in disdain the German women | |
| | For some dishonest manners of their life, | |
| | Establish'd then this law; to wit, no female | |
| | Should be inheritrix in Salique land: | |
| | Which Salique, as I said, 'twixt Elbe and Sala, | 55 |
| | Is at this day in Germany call'd Meisen. | |
| | Then doth it well appear that Salique law | |
| | Was not devised for the realm of France: | |
| | Nor did the French possess the Salique land | |
| | Until four hundred one and twenty years | 60 |
| | After defunction of King Pharamond, | |
| | Idly supposed the founder of this law; | |
| | Who died within the year of our redemption | |
| | Four hundred twenty-six; and Charles the Great | |
| | Subdued the Saxons, and did seat the French | 65 |
| | Beyond the river Sala, in the year | |
| | Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say, | |
| | King Pepin, which deposed Childeric, | |
| | Did, as heir general, being descended | |
| | Of Blithild, which was daughter to King Clothair, | 70 |
| | Make claim and title to the crown of France. | |
| | Hugh Capet also, who usurped the crown | |
| | Of Charles the duke of Lorraine, sole heir male | |
| | Of the true line and stock of Charles the Great, | |
| | To find his title with some shows of truth, | 75 |
| | 'Through, in pure truth, it was corrupt and naught, | |
| | Convey'd himself as heir to the Lady Lingare, | |
| | Daughter to Charlemain, who was the son | |
| | To Lewis the emperor, and Lewis the son | |
| | Of Charles the Great. Also King Lewis the Tenth, | 80 |
| | Who was sole heir to the usurper Capet, | |
| | Could not keep quiet in his conscience, | |
| | Wearing the crown of France, till satisfied | |
| | That fair Queen Isabel, his grandmother, | |
| | Was lineal of the Lady Ermengare, | 85 |
| | Daughter to Charles the foresaid duke of Lorraine: | |
| | By the which marriage the line of Charles the Great | |
| | Was re-united to the crown of France. | |
| | So that, as clear as is the summer's sun. | |
| | King Pepin's title and Hugh Capet's claim, | 90 |
| | King Lewis his satisfaction, all appear | |
| | To hold in right and title of the female: | |
| | So do the kings of France unto this day; | |
| | Howbeit they would hold up this Salique law | |
| | To bar your highness claiming from the female, | 95 |
| | And rather choose to hide them in a net | |
| | Than amply to imbar their crooked titles | |
| | Usurp'd from you and your progenitors. | |
| KING HENRY V | May I with right and conscience make this claim? | |
| CANTERBURY | The sin upon my head, dread sovereign! | 100 |
| | For in the book of Numbers is it writ, | |
| | When the man dies, let the inheritance | |
| | Descend unto the daughter. Gracious lord, | |
| | Stand for your own; unwind your bloody flag; | |
| | Look back into your mighty ancestors: | 105 |
| | Go, my dread lord, to your great-grandsire's tomb, | |
| | From whom you claim; invoke his warlike spirit, | |
| | And your great-uncle's, Edward the Black Prince, | |
| | Who on the French ground play'd a tragedy, | |
| | Making defeat on the full power of France, | 110 |
| | Whiles his most mighty father on a hill | |
| | Stood smiling to behold his lion's whelp | |
| | Forage in blood of French nobility. | |
| | O noble English. that could entertain | |
| | With half their forces the full Pride of France | 115 |
| | And let another half stand laughing by, | |
| | All out of work and cold for action! | |
| ELY | Awake remembrance of these valiant dead | |
| | And with your puissant arm renew their feats: | |
| | You are their heir; you sit upon their throne; | 120 |
| | The blood and courage that renowned them | |
| | Runs in your veins; and my thrice-puissant liege | |
| | Is in the very May-morn of his youth, | |
| | Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises. | |
| EXETER | Your brother kings and monarchs of the earth | 125 |
| | Do all expect that you should rouse yourself, | |
| | As did the former lions of your blood. | |
| WESTMORELAND | They know your grace hath cause and means and might; | |
| | So hath your highness; never king of England | |
| | Had nobles richer and more loyal subjects, | 130 |
| | Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England | |
| | And lie pavilion'd in the fields of France. | |
| CANTERBURY | O, let their bodies follow, my dear liege, | |
| | With blood and sword and fire to win your right; | |
| | In aid whereof we of the spiritualty | 135 |
| | Will raise your highness such a mighty sum | |
| | As never did the clergy at one time | |
| | Bring in to any of your ancestors. | |
| KING HENRY V | We must not only arm to invade the French, | |
| | But lay down our proportions to defend | 140 |
| | Against the Scot, who will make road upon us | |
| | With all advantages. | |
| CANTERBURY | They of those marches, gracious sovereign, | |
| | Shall be a wall sufficient to defend | |
| | Our inland from the pilfering borderers. | 145 |
| KING HENRY V | We do not mean the coursing snatchers only, | |
| | But fear the main intendment of the Scot, | |
| | Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to us; | |
| | For you shall read that my great-grandfather | |
| | Never went with his forces into France | 150 |
| | But that the Scot on his unfurnish'd kingdom | |
| | Came pouring, like the tide into a breach, | |
| | With ample and brim fulness of his force, | |
| | Galling the gleaned land with hot assays, | |
| | Girding with grievous siege castles and towns; | 155 |
| | That England, being empty of defence, | |
| | Hath shook and trembled at the ill neighbourhood. | |
| CANTERBURY | She hath been then more fear'd than harm'd, my liege; | |
| | For hear her but exampled by herself: | |
| | When all her chivalry hath been in France | 160 |
| | And she a mourning widow of her nobles, | |
| | She hath herself not only well defended | |
| | But taken and impounded as a stray | |
| | The King of Scots; whom she did send to France, | |
| | To fill King Edward's fame with prisoner kings | 165 |
| | And make her chronicle as rich with praise | |
| | As is the ooze and bottom of the sea | |
| | With sunken wreck and sunless treasuries. | |
| WESTMORELAND | But there's a saying very old and true, | |
| | 'If that you will France win, | 170 |
| | Then with Scotland first begin:' | |
| | For once the eagle England being in prey, | |
| | To her unguarded nest the weasel Scot | |
| | Comes sneaking and so sucks her princely eggs, | |
| | Playing the mouse in absence of the cat, | 175 |
| | To tear and havoc more than she can eat. | |
| EXETER | It follows then the cat must stay at home: | |
| | Yet that is but a crush'd necessity, | |
| | Since we have locks to safeguard necessaries, | |
| | And pretty traps to catch the petty thieves. | 180 |
| | While that the armed hand doth fight abroad, | |
| | The advised head defends itself at home; | |
| | For government, though high and low and lower, | |
| | Put into parts, doth keep in one consent, | |
| | Congreeing in a full and natural close, | 185 |
| | Like music. | |
| CANTERBURY | Therefore doth heaven divide | |
| | The state of man in divers functions, | |
| | Setting endeavour in continual motion; | |
| | To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, | 190 |
| | Obedience: for so work the honey-bees, | |
| | Creatures that by a rule in nature teach | |
| | The act of order to a peopled kingdom. | |
| | They have a king and officers of sorts; | |
| | Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, | 195 |
| | Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, | |
| | Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, | |
| | Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, | |
| | Which pillage they with merry march bring home | |
| | To the tent-royal of their emperor; | 200 |
| | Who, busied in his majesty, surveys | |
| | The singing masons building roofs of gold, | |
| | The civil citizens kneading up the honey, | |
| | The poor mechanic porters crowding in | |
| | Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, | 205 |
| | The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, | |
| | Delivering o'er to executors pale | |
| | The lazy yawning drone. I this infer, | |
| | That many things, having full reference | |
| | To one consent, may work contrariously: | 210 |
| | As many arrows, loosed several ways, | |
| | Come to one mark; as many ways meet in one town; | |
| | As many fresh streams meet in one salt sea; | |
| | As many lines close in the dial's centre; | |
| | So may a thousand actions, once afoot. | 215 |
| | End in one purpose, and be all well borne | |
| | Without defeat. Therefore to France, my liege. | |
| | Divide your happy England into four; | |
| | Whereof take you one quarter into France, | |
| | And you withal shall make all Gallia shake. | 220 |
| | If we, with thrice such powers left at home, | |
| | Cannot defend our own doors from the dog, | |
| | Let us be worried and our nation lose | |
| | The name of hardiness and policy. | |
| KING HENRY V | Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin. | 225 |
| | Exeunt some Attendants | |
| | Now are we well resolved; and, by God's help, | |
| | And yours, the noble sinews of our power, | |
| | France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe, | |
| | Or break it all to pieces: or there we'll sit, | |
| | Ruling in large and ample empery | 230 |
| | O'er France and all her almost kingly dukedoms, | |
| | Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn, | |
| | Tombless, with no remembrance over them: | |
| | Either our history shall with full mouth | |
| | Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, | 235 |
| | Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth, | |
| | Not worshipp'd with a waxen epitaph. | |
| | Enter Ambassadors of France | |
| | 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. | 240 |
| First Ambassador | May't please your majesty to give us leave | |
| | Freely to render what we have in charge; | |
| | Or shall we sparingly show you far off | |
| | The Dauphin's meaning and our embassy? | |
| KING HENRY V | We are no tyrant, but a Christian king; | 245 |
| | Unto whose grace our passion is as subject | |
| | As are our wretches fetter'd in our prisons: | |
| | Therefore with frank and with uncurbed plainness | |
| | Tell us the Dauphin's mind. | |
| First Ambassador | Thus, then, in few. | 250 |
| | Your highness, lately sending into France, | |
| | Did claim some certain dukedoms, in the right | |
| | Of your great predecessor, King Edward the Third. | |
| | In answer of which claim, the prince our master | |
| | Says that you savour too much of your youth, | 255 |
| | And bids you be advised there's nought in France | |
| | That can be with a nimble galliard won; | |
| | You cannot revel into dukedoms there. | |
| | He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit, | |
| | This tun of treasure; and, in lieu of this, | 260 |
| | Desires you let the dukedoms that you claim | |
| | Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin speaks. | |
| KING HENRY V | What treasure, uncle? | |
| EXETER | Tennis-balls, my liege. | |
| KING HENRY V | We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us; | 265 |
| | His present and your pains we thank you for: | |
| | When we have march'd our rackets to these balls, | |
| | We will, in France, by God's grace, play a set | |
| | Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard. | |
| | Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler | 270 |
| | That all the courts of France will be disturb'd | |
| | With chaces. And we understand him well, | |
| | How he comes o'er us with our wilder days, | |
| | Not measuring what use we made of them. | |
| | We never valued this poor seat of England; | 275 |
| | And therefore, living hence, did give ourself | |
| | To barbarous licence; as 'tis ever common | |
| | That men are merriest when they are from home. | |
| | But tell the Dauphin I will keep my state, | |
| | Be like a king and show my sail of greatness | 280 |
| | When I do rouse me in my throne of France: | |
| | For that I have laid by my majesty | |
| | And plodded like a man for working-days, | |
| | But I will rise there with so full a glory | |
| | That I will dazzle all the eyes of France, | 285 |
| | Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on us. | |
| | And tell the pleasant prince this mock of his | |
| | Hath turn'd his balls to gun-stones; and his soul | |
| | Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance | |
| | That shall fly with them: for many a thousand widows | 290 |
| | Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands; | |
| | Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down; | |
| | And some are yet ungotten and unborn | |
| | That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn. | |
| | But this lies all within the will of God, | 295 |
| | To whom I do appeal; and in whose name | |
| | Tell you the Dauphin I am coming on, | |
| | To venge me as I may and to put forth | |
| | My rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause. | |
| | So get you hence in peace; and tell the Dauphin | 300 |
| | His jest will savour but of shallow wit, | |
| | When thousands weep more than did laugh at it. | |
| | Convey them with safe conduct. Fare you well. | |
| | Exeunt Ambassadors | |
| EXETER | This was a merry message. | |
| KING HENRY V | We hope to make the sender blush at it. | 305 |
| | Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour | |
| | That may give furtherance to our expedition; | |
| | For we have now no thought in us but France, | |
| | Save those to God, that run before our business. | |
| | Therefore let our proportions for these wars | 310 |
| | Be soon collected and all things thought upon | |
| | That may with reasonable swiftness add | |
| | More feathers to our wings; for, God before, | |
| | We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door. | |
| | Therefore let every man now task his thought, | 315 |
| | That this fair action may on foot be brought. | |
| | Exeunt. Flourish | |