Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your Majesty, to
teU how many is kiU'd?

K. Hen. Yes, Captain ; but with this acknowedg-
ment,
That God fought for us.
Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot.
K. Hen. Do we all holy rites :
Let there he sung Non nobis and Te Deum.
The dead with charity enclos'd in clay,
And then to Calais ; and to England then,
Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men.
\_Exeunt.
ACT V.
Enter Chorus.
Cborus.
VOUCHSAFE to those that have not read the
story,
That I may prompt them : and of such as have,
I humbly pray them to admit th' excuse
Of time, of numbers, and due course of things.
Which cannot in their huge and proper life
Be here presented. Now, we bear the King
Toward Calais : grant him there ; there seen.
Heave him away upon your winged thoughts,
Athwart the sea. Behold, the English beach
Pales in the flood with men, [with] wives, and boys,
Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouth'd

sea.
Which, like a mighty whiffler 'fore the King
Seems to prepare his way. So, let him land,



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And solemnly see him set on to London.
So swift a pace hath thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Blackheath ;
Where that his lords desire him, to have borne
His bruised helmet and his bended sword
Before him, through the city : he forbids it,
Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride ;
Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent.
Quite from himself to God. But now behold.
In the quick forge and workinghouse of thought.
How London doth pour out her citizens.
The Mayor, and all his brethren, in best sort.
