_ is the same as
to _call to remembrance_.]

ACT IV.

SCENE I.--THE ENGLISH CAMP AT AGINCOURT.(A) NIGHT.

_Enter KING HENRY and GLOSTER, U.E.L.H._

_K. Hen._ Gloster, 'tis true that we are in great danger;
The greater therefore should our courage be.

_Enter BEDFORD, R.H._

Good morrow, brother Bedford.--Gracious Heaven!
There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distil it out;
For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers,
Which is both healthful and good husbandry.
Thus may we gather honey from the weed,
And make a moral of the devil himself.

_Enter ERPINGHAM.(B) L.H._

Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham:
A good soft pillow for that good white head
Were better than a churlish turf of France.

_Erp._ Not so, my liege: this lodging likes me better,
Since I may say--now lie I like a king.

_K. Hen._ Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas.--Brothers both,
Commend me to the princes in our camp;
Do my good morrow to them; and anon
Desire them all to my pavilion.

_Glo._ We shall, my liege.

[_Exeunt GLOSTER and BEDFORD, R.H._

_Erp._ Shall I attend your grace?

_K. Hen._ No, my good knight;
Go with my brothers to my lords of England:

[_ERPINGHAM crosses to R._

I and my bosom must debate a while,
And then I would no other company.

_Erp._ Heaven bless thee, noble Harry!

[_Exit ERPINGHAM, R.H._

_K. Hen._ Gad-a-mercy, old heart! thou speakest cheerfully.

_Enter PISTOL, L.H._

_Pist._ _Qui va la?_

_K. Hen._ A friend.

_Pist._ Discuss unto me; Art thou officer?
Or art thou base, common, and popular?[1]

_K. Hen._ I am a gentleman of a company.

_Pist._ Trail'st thou the puissant pike?

_K. Hen._ Even so. What are you?

_Pist._ As good a gentleman as the emperor.

_K. Hen._ Then you are a better than the king.[2]

_Pist._ The king's a bawcock,[3] and a heart of gold,
A lad of life, an imp of fame;[4]
Of parents good, of fist most valiant:
I kiss his dirty shoe, and from my heart-strings
I love the lovely bully. What's thy name?

_K. Hen._ Harry _le Roi_.

_Pist._ _Le Roi!_ a Cornish name: art thou of Cornish crew?

_K. Hen._ No, I am a Welshman.

_Pist._ Knowest thou Fluellen?

_K. Hen._ Yes.

_Pist._ Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate,
Upon Saint Davy's day.

[_Crosses to R._

_K. Hen._ Do not you