SCENE VIII. Before King Henry's pavilion.
[Enter Gower and Williams.]
I warrant it is to knight you, Captain.
God's will and his pleasure, captain, I beseech you now,
come apace to the King. There is more good toward you
peradventure than is in your knowledge to dream of.
Sir, know you this glove?
Know the glove! I know the glove is a glove.
I know this; and thus I challenge it.
'Sblood! an arrant traitor as any is in the universal
world, or in France, or in England!
How now, sir! you villain!
Do you think I'll be forsworn?
Stand away, Captain Gower. I will give treason his
payment into plows, I warrant you.
I am no traitor.
That's a lie in thy throat. I charge you in his Majesty's
name, apprehend him; he's a friend of the Duke Alencon's.
[Enter Warwick and Gloucester.]
How now, how now! what's the matter?
My lord of Warwick, here is — praised be God for it! — a most
contagious treason come to light, look you, as you shall
desire in a summer's day. Here is his Majesty.
[Enter King Henry and Exeter.]
How now! what's the matter?
My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, look your Grace,
has struck the glove which your Majesty is take out of the
helmet of Alencon.
My liege, this was my glove; here is the fellow of it; and he
that I gave it to in change promis'd to wear it in his cap. I
promis'd to strike him, if he did. I met this man with my
glove in his cap, and I have been as good as my word.
Your Majesty hear now, saving your Majesty's manhood,
what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lousy knave it is. I hope
your Majesty is pear me testimony and witness, and will
avouchment, that this is the glove of Alencon that your
Majesty is give me; in your conscience, now?
Give me thy glove, soldier. Look, here is the fellow of it.
'Twas I, indeed, thou promisedst to strike;
And thou hast given me most bitter terms.
An it please your Majesty, let his neck answer for it, if
there is any martial law in the world.
How canst thou make me satisfaction?
All offences, my lord, come from the heart. Never came
any from mine that might offend your Majesty.
It was ourself thou didst abuse.
Your Majesty came not like yourself. You appear'd to me
but as a common man; witness the night, your garments, your
lowliness; and what your Highness suffer'd under that shape, I
beseech you take it for your own fault and not mine; for had you
been as I took you for, I made no offence; therefore, I beseech
your Highness, pardon me.
Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns,
And give it to this fellow. Keep it, fellow;
And wear it for an honour in thy cap
Till I do challenge it. Give him his crowns;
And, captain, you must needs be friends with him.
By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in his
belly. Hold, there is twelve pence for you; and I pray you to
serve God, and keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and
quarrels, and dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the better
I will none of your money.