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What feats he did that day: Then shall our names,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers:
And gentlemen in England, now a-bed,
Shall think themselves accursed, they were not here; And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed: The French are bravely in their battles set, And will with all expedience charge on us.
K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds be so. West. Perish the man whose mind is backward now! K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from England, cousin?
West. God's will, my liege, 'would you and I alone,
Which likes me better, than to wish us one.—
Trumpet. Enter MONTJOY.
Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, King
If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,
Before thy most assured overthrow :
For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf,
Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy,
Thy followers of repentance; that their souls,
From off these fields, where (wretches) their poor
Must lie and fester.
Who hath sent thee now?
Mont. The Constable of France.
K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer back; Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones.
Good Heaven! why should they mock poor fellows thus ?
The man, that once did sell the lion's skin
While the beast lived, was kill'd with hunting him.
And draw their honours reeking up to heaven;
Let me speak proudly :-Tell the Constable,
The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads,
Mont. I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well:
Thou never shalt hear herald any more.
Ier. Here is the number of the slaughter'd French.
(delivers a paper). K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle?
Exe. Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the king; John duke of Bourbon, and Lord Bouciqualt: Of other lords, and barons, knights, and 'squires, Full fifteen hundred, besides common men.
K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand French,
That in the field lie slain of princes, in this number,
One hundred twenty-six: added to these,
(Herald presents another paper.)
Ascribe we all.-When, without stratagem,
On one part and on th' other?—Take it, Lord,
Exe. 'Tis wonderful!
K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the village: And be it death proclaim'd throughout our host, To boast of this, or take the praise from God, Which is His only.
Do we all holy rites;
Let there be sung Non nobis and Te Deum.
We'll then to Calais; and to England then;
Where ne'er from France arrived more happy men.
BETTY BROOM'S HISTORY.
DR. SAMUEL JOHNSON.
AM a poor girl. I was bred in the country at a charity-school, maintained by the contributions of wealthy neighbours. The ladies, or patronesses, visited us from time to time, examined how we were taught, and saw that our clothes were clean. We lived happily enough, and were instructed to be thankful to those at whose cost we were educated. I was always the favourite of my mistress; she used to call me to read and show my copy-book to all strangers, who never dismissed me without commendation, and very seldom without a shilling.
At last the chief of our subscribers, having passed a winter in London, came down full of an opinion new and strange to the whole country. She held it little
less than criminal to teach poor girls to read and write. They who are born to poverty, she said, are born to ignorance, and will work the harder the less they know. She told her friends, that London was in confusion by the insolence of servants; that scarcely a wench was to be got for all work, since education had made such numbers of fine ladies that nobody would now accept a lower title than that of a waitingmaid, or something that might qualify her to wear laced shoes and long ruffles, and to sit at work in the parlour window. But she was resolved, for her part, to spoil no more girls; those who were to live by their hands, should neither read nor write out of her pocket; the world was bad enough already, and she would have no part in making it worse.
She was for a short time warmly opposed; but she persevered in her notions, and withdrew her subscription. Few listen without a desire of conviction to those who advise them to spare their money. Her example and her arguments gained ground daily; and in less than a year the whole parish was convinced that the nation would be ruined, if the children of the poor were taught to read and write.
Our school was now dissolved: my mistress kissed me when we parted, and told me, that, being old and helpless, she could not assist me, advised me to seek a service, and charged me not to forget what I had learned.
My reputation for scholarship, which had hitherto recommended me to favour, was, by the adherents to the new opinion, considered as a crime; and, when I offered myself to any mistress, I had no other answer than, "Sure, child, you would not work! hard work is not fit for a pen-woman; a scrubbing-brush would spoil your hand, child!"
I could not live at home; and while I was considering to what I should betake me, one of the girls, who had gone from our school to London, came down in a silk gown, and told her acquaintance how well she