and delivers papers.
The KING gives one paper to EXETER._

_K. Hen._ (C.) What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle?

_Exe._ (L.C.) 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._ (C.) This note doth tell me of ten thousand French
That in the field lie slain: of princes, in this number,
And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
One hundred twenty-six: added to these,
Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen,
Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which,
Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights:[32]
So that, in these ten thousand they have lost,
There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries:[33]
The rest are--princes, barons, lords, knights, 'squires,
And gentlemen of blood and quality.
Here was a royal fellowship of death!----(Q)
What is the number of our English dead?

_Exe._ (L.C.) Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk,
Sir Richard Ketley, Davy Gam, esquire:
None else of name; and of all other men
But five and twenty.

_K. Hen._ O Heaven, thy arm was here;
And not to us, but to thy arm alone,
Ascribe we all! When, without stratagem,
But in plain shock and even play of battle,
Was ever known so great and little loss
On one part and on the other?--Take it, Heaven,
For it is only thine!

[_Returns papers to HERALD, who rises and stands L._

_Exe._ 'Tis wonderful!

_K. Hen._ Come, go we in procession to the village:
And be it death proclaimed through our host
To boast of this, or take that praise from Heaven
Which is his only.

_Flu._ (R.C.) Is it not lawful, and please your majesty, to tell how
many is killed?

_K. Hen._ (_up the stage C._)
Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgment,
That Heaven fought for us.

_Flu._ Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot.

_K. Hen._ Do we all holy rites:(R)

[_The curtains of the Royal Pavilion are drawn aside,
and discover an Altar and Priests._

Let there be sung _Non nobis_ and _Te Deum_;
The dead with charity enclos'd in clay:
We'll then to Calais; and to England then;
Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men.

[_Organ music; all kneel, and join in Song of Thanksgiving._

END OF ACT FOUR.

[Footnote IV.32: _Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd
knight