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    Ch. 21 - Henry the Fifth

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    THE Prince of Wales began his reign like a generous and honest man.
    He set the young Earl of March free; he restored their estates and
    their honours to the Percy family, who had lost them by their
    rebellion against his father; he ordered the imbecile and
    unfortunate Richard to be honourably buried among the Kings of
    England; and he dismissed all his wild companions, with assurances
    that they should not want, if they would resolve to be steady,
    faithful, and true.

    It is much easier to burn men than to burn their opinions; and
    those of the Lollards were spreading every day. The Lollards were
    represented by the priests - probably falsely for the most part -
    to entertain treasonable designs against the new King; and Henry,
    suffering himself to be worked upon by these representations,
    sacrificed his friend Sir John Oldcastle, the Lord Cobham, to them,
    after trying in vain to convert him by arguments. He was declared
    guilty, as the head of the sect, and sentenced to the flames; but
    he escaped from the Tower before the day of execution (postponed
    for fifty days by the King himself), and summoned the Lollards to
    meet him near London on a certain day. So the priests told the
    King, at least. I doubt whether there was any conspiracy beyond
    such as was got up by their agents. On the day appointed, instead
    of five-and-twenty thousand men, under the command of Sir John
    Oldcastle, in the meadows of St. Giles, the King found only eighty
    men, and no Sir John at all. There was, in another place, an
    addle-headed brewer, who had gold trappings to his horses, and a
    pair of gilt spurs in his breast - expecting to be made a knight
    next day by Sir John, and so to gain the right to wear them - but
    there was no Sir John, nor did anybody give information respecting
    him, though the King offered great rewards for such intelligence.
    Thirty of these unfortunate Lollards were hanged and drawn
    immediately, and were then burnt, gallows and all; and the various
    prisons in and around London were crammed full of others. Some of
    these unfortunate men made various confessions of treasonable
    designs; but, such confessions were easily got, under torture and
    the fear of fire, and are very little to be trusted. To finish the
    sad story of Sir John Oldcastle at once, I may mention that he
    escaped into Wales, and remained there safely, for four years.
    When discovered by Lord Powis, it is very doubtful if he would have
    been taken alive - so great was the old soldier's bravery - if a
    miserable old woman had not come behind him and broken his legs
    with a stool. He was carried to London in a horse-litter, was
    fastened by an iron chain to a gibbet, and so roasted to death.

    To make the state of France as plain as I can in a few words, I
    should tell you that the Duke of Orleans, and the Duke of Burgundy,
    commonly called 'John without fear,' had had a grand reconciliation
    of their quarrel in the last reign, and had appeared to be quite in
    a heavenly state of mind. Immediately after which, on a Sunday, in
    the public streets of Paris, the Duke of Orleans was murdered by a
    party of twenty men, set on by the Duke of Burgundy - according to
    his own deliberate confession. The widow of King Richard had been
    married in France to the eldest son of the Duke of Orleans. The
    poor mad King was quite powerless to help her, and the Duke of
    Burgundy became the real master of France. Isabella dying, her
    husband (Duke of Orleans since the death of his father) married the
    daughter of the Count of Armagnac, who, being a much abler man than
    his young son-in-law, headed his party; thence called after him
    Armagnacs. Thus, France was now in this terrible condition, that
    it had in it the party of the King's son, the Dauphin Louis; the
    party of the Duke of Burgundy, who was the father of the Dauphin's
    ill-used wife; and the party of the Armagnacs; all hating each
    other; all fighting together; all composed of the most depraved
    nobles that the earth has ever known; and all tearing unhappy
    France to pieces.

    The late King had watched these dissensions from England, sensible
    (like the French people) that no enemy of France could injure her
    more than her own nobility. The present King now advanced a claim
    to the French throne. His demand being, of course, refused, he
    reduced his proposal to a certain large amount of French territory,
    and to demanding the French princess, Catherine, in marriage, with
    a fortune of two millions of golden crowns. He was offered less
    territory and fewer crowns, and no princess; but he called his
    ambassadors home and prepared for war. Then, he proposed to take
    the princess with one million of crowns. The French Court replied
    that he should have the princess with two hundred thousand crowns
    less; he said this would not do (he had never seen the princess in
    his life), and assembled his army at Southampton. There was a
    short plot at home just at that time, for deposing him, and making
    the Earl of March king; but the conspirators were all speedily
    condemned and executed, and the King embarked for France.

    It is dreadful to observe how long a bad example will be followed;
    but, it is encouraging to know that a good example is never thrown
    away. The King's first act on disembarking at the mouth of the
    river Seine, three miles from Harfleur, was to imitate his father,
    and to proclaim his solemn orders that the lives and property of
    the peaceable inhabitants should be respected on pain of death. It
    is agreed by French writers, to his lasting renown, that even while
    his soldiers were suffering the greatest distress from want of
    food, these commands were rigidly obeyed.

    With an army in all of thirty thousand men, he besieged the town of
    Harfleur both by sea and land for five weeks; at the end of which
    time the town surrendered, and the inhabitants were allowed to
    depart with only fivepence each, and a part of their clothes. All
    the rest of their possessions was divided amongst the English army.
    But, that army suffered so much, in spite of its successes, from
    disease and privation, that it was already reduced one half.
    Still, the King was determined not to retire until he had struck a
    greater blow. Therefore, against the advice of all his
    counsellors, he moved on with his little force towards Calais.
    When he came up to the river Somme he was unable to cross, in
    consequence of the fort being fortified; and, as the English moved
    up the left bank of the river looking for a crossing, the French,
    who had broken all the bridges, moved up the right bank, watching
    them, and waiting to attack them when they should try to pass it.
    At last the English found a crossing and got safely over. The
    French held a council of war at Rouen, resolved to give the English
    battle, and sent heralds to King Henry to know by which road he was
    going. 'By the road that will take me straight to Calais!' said
    the King, and sent them away with a present of a hundred crowns.

    The English moved on, until they beheld the French, and then the
    King gave orders to form in line of battle. The French not coming
    on, the army broke up after remaining in battle array till night,
    and got good rest and refreshment at a neighbouring village. The
    French were now all lying in another village, through which they
    knew the English must pass. They were resolved that the English
    should begin the battle. The English had no means of retreat, if
    their King had any such intention; and so the two armies passed the
    night, close together.

    To understand these armies well, you must bear in mind that the
    immense French army had, among its notable persons, almost the
    whole of that wicked nobility, whose debauchery had made France a
    desert; and so besotted were they by pride, and by contempt for the
    common people, that they had scarcely any bowmen (if indeed they
    had any at all) in their whole enormous number: which, compared
    with the English army, was at least as six to one. For these proud
    fools had said that the bow was not a fit weapon for knightly
    hands, and that France must be defended by gentlemen only. We
    shall see, presently, what hand the gentlemen made of it.

    Now, on the English side, among the little force, there was a good
    proportion of men who were not gentlemen by any means, but who were
    good stout archers for all that. Among them, in the morning -
    having slept little at night, while the French were carousing and
    making sure of victory - the King rode, on a grey horse; wearing on
    his head a helmet of shining steel, surmounted by a crown of gold,
    sparkling with precious stones; and bearing over his armour,
    embroidered together, the arms of England and the arms of France.
    The archers looked at the shining helmet and the crown of gold and
    the sparkling jewels, and admired them all; but, what they admired
    most was the King's cheerful face, and his bright blue eye, as he
    told them that, for himself, he had made up his mind to conquer
    there or to die there, and that England should never have a ransom
    to pay for HIM. There was one brave knight who chanced to say that
    he wished some of the many gallant gentlemen and good soldiers, who
    were then idle at home in England, were there to increase their
    numbers. But the King told him that, for his part, he did not wish
    for one more man. 'The fewer we have,' said he, 'the greater will
    be the honour we shall win!' His men, being now all in good heart,
    were refreshed with bread and wine, and heard prayers, and waited
    quietly for the French. The King waited for the French, because
    they were drawn up thirty deep (the little English force was only
    three deep), on very difficult and heavy ground; and he knew that
    when they moved, there must be confusion among them.

    As they did not move, he sent off two parties:- one to lie
    concealed in a wood on the left of the French: the other, to set
    fire to some houses behind the French after the battle should be
    begun. This was scarcely done, when three of the proud French
    gentlemen, who were to defend their country without any help from
    the base peasants, came riding out, calling upon the English to
    surrender. The King warned those gentlemen himself to retire with
    all speed if they cared for their lives, and ordered the English
    banners to advance. Upon that, Sir Thomas Erpingham, a great
    English general, who commanded the archers, threw his truncheon
    into the air, joyfully, and all the English men, kneeling down upon
    the ground and biting it as if they took possession of the country,
    rose up with a great shout and fell upon the French.

    Every archer was furnished with a great stake tipped with iron; and
    his orders were, to thrust this stake into the ground, to discharge
    his arrow, and then to fall back, when the French horsemen came on.
    As the haughty French gentlemen, who were to break the English
    archers and utterly destroy them with their knightly lances, came
    riding up, they were received with such a blinding storm of arrows,
    that they broke and turned. Horses and men rolled over one
    another, and the confusion was terrific. Those who rallied and
    charged the archers got among the stakes on slippery and boggy
    ground, and were so bewildered that the English archers - who wore
    no armour, and even took off their leathern coats to be more active
    - cut them to pieces, root and branch. Only three French horsemen
    got within the stakes, and those were instantly despatched. All
    this time the dense French army, being in armour, were sinking
    knee-deep into the mire; while the light English archers, half-
    naked, were as fresh and active as if they were fighting on a
    marble floor.

    But now, the second division of the French coming to the relief of
    the first, closed up in a firm mass; the English, headed by the
    King, attacked them; and the deadliest part of the battle began.
    The King's brother, the Duke of Clarence, was struck down, and
    numbers of the French surrounded him; but, King Henry, standing
    over the body, fought like a lion until they were beaten off.

    Presently, came up a band of eighteen French knights, bearing the
    banner of a certain French lord, who had sworn to kill or take the
    English King. One of them struck him such a blow with a battle-axe
    that he reeled and fell upon his knees; but, his faithful men,
    immediately closing round him, killed every one of those eighteen
    knights, and so that French lord never kept his oath.

    The French Duke of Alen�on, seeing this, made a desperate charge,
    and cut his way close up to the Royal Standard of England. He beat
    down the Duke of York, who was standing near it; and, when the King
    came to his rescue, struck off a piece of the crown he wore. But,
    he never struck another blow in this world; for, even as he was in
    the act of saying who he was, and that he surrendered to the King;
    and even as the King stretched out his hand to give him a safe and
    honourable acceptance of the offer; he fell dead, pierced by
    innumerable wounds.

    The death of this nobleman decided the battle. The third division
    of the French army, which had never struck a blow yet, and which
    was, in itself, more than double the whole English power, broke and
    fled. At this time of the fight, the English, who as yet had made
    no prisoners, began to take them in immense numbers, and were still
    occupied in doing so, or in killing those who would not surrender,
    when a great noise arose in the rear of the French - their flying
    banners were seen to stop - and King Henry, supposing a great
    reinforcement to have arrived, gave orders that all the prisoners
    should be put to death. As soon, however, as it was found that the
    noise was only occasioned by a body of plundering peasants, the
    terrible massacre was stopped.

    Then King Henry called to him the French herald, and asked him to
    whom the victory belonged.

    The herald replied, 'To the King of England.'

    'WE have not made this havoc and slaughter,' said the King. 'It is
    the wrath of Heaven on the sins of France. What is the name of
    that castle yonder?'

    The herald answered him, 'My lord, it is the castle of Azincourt.'
    Said the King, 'From henceforth this battle shall be known to
    posterity, by the name of the battle of Azincourt.'

    Our English historians have made it Agincourt; but, under that
    name, it will ever be famous in English annals.

    The loss upon the French side was enormous. Three Dukes were
    killed, two more were taken prisoners, seven Counts were killed,
    three more were taken prisoners, and ten thousand knights and
    gentlemen were slain upon the field. The English loss amounted to
    sixteen hundred men, among whom were the Duke of York and the Earl
    of Suffolk.

    War is a dreadful thing; and it is appalling to know how the
    English were obliged, next morning, to kill those prisoners
    mortally wounded, who yet writhed in agony upon the ground; how the
    dead upon the French side were stripped by their own countrymen and
    countrywomen, and afterwards buried in great pits; how the dead
    upon the English side were piled up in a great barn, and how their
    bodies and the barn were all burned together. It is in such
    things, and in many more much too horrible to relate, that the real
    desolation and wickedness of war consist. Nothing can make war
    otherwise than horrible. But the dark side of it was little
    thought of and soon forgotten; and it cast no shade of trouble on
    the English people, except on those who had lost friends or
    relations in the fight. They welcomed their King home with shouts
    of rejoicing, and plunged into the water to bear him ashore on
    their shoulders, and flocked out in crowds to welcome him in every
    town through which he passed, and hung rich carpets and tapestries
    out of the windows, and strewed the streets with flowers, and made
    the fountains run with wine, as the great field of Agincourt had
    run with blood.


    THAT proud and wicked French nobility who dragged their country to
    destruction, and who were every day and every year regarded with
    deeper hatred and detestation in the hearts of the French people,
    learnt nothing, even from the defeat of Agincourt. So far from
    uniting against the common enemy, they became, among themselves,
    more violent, more bloody, and more false - if that were possible -
    than they had been before. The Count of Armagnac persuaded the
    French king to plunder of her treasures Queen Isabella of Bavaria,
    and to make her a prisoner. She, who had hitherto been the bitter
    enemy of the Duke of Burgundy, proposed to join him, in revenge.
    He carried her off to Troyes, where she proclaimed herself Regent
    of France, and made him her lieutenant. The Armagnac party were at
    that time possessed of Paris; but, one of the gates of the city
    being secretly opened on a certain night to a party of the duke's
    men, they got into Paris, threw into the prisons all the Armagnacs
    upon whom they could lay their hands, and, a few nights afterwards,
    with the aid of a furious mob of sixty thousand people, broke the
    prisons open, and killed them all. The former Dauphin was now
    dead, and the King's third son bore the title. Him, in the height
    of this murderous scene, a French knight hurried out of bed,
    wrapped in a sheet, and bore away to Poitiers. So, when the
    revengeful Isabella and the Duke of Burgundy entered Paris in
    triumph after the slaughter of their enemies, the Dauphin was
    proclaimed at Poitiers as the real Regent.

    King Henry had not been idle since his victory of Agincourt, but
    had repulsed a brave attempt of the French to recover Harfleur; had
    gradually conquered a great part of Normandy; and, at this crisis
    of affairs, took the important town of Rouen, after a siege of half
    a year. This great loss so alarmed the French, that the Duke of
    Burgundy proposed that a meeting to treat of peace should be held
    between the French and the English kings in a plain by the river
    Seine. On the appointed day, King Henry appeared there, with his
    two brothers, Clarence and Gloucester, and a thousand men. The
    unfortunate French King, being more mad than usual that day, could
    not come; but the Queen came, and with her the Princess Catherine:
    who was a very lovely creature, and who made a real impression on
    King Henry, now that he saw her for the first time. This was the
    most important circumstance that arose out of the meeting.

    As if it were impossible for a French nobleman of that time to be
    true to his word of honour in anything, Henry discovered that the
    Duke of Burgundy was, at that very moment, in secret treaty with
    the Dauphin; and he therefore abandoned the negotiation.

    The Duke of Burgundy and the Dauphin, each of whom with the best
    reason distrusted the other as a noble ruffian surrounded by a
    party of noble ruffians, were rather at a loss how to proceed after
    this; but, at length they agreed to meet, on a bridge over the
    river Yonne, where it was arranged that there should be two strong
    gates put up, with an empty space between them; and that the Duke
    of Burgundy should come into that space by one gate, with ten men
    only; and that the Dauphin should come into that space by the other
    gate, also with ten men, and no more.

    So far the Dauphin kept his word, but no farther. When the Duke of
    Burgundy was on his knee before him in the act of speaking, one of
    the Dauphin's noble ruffians cut the said duke down with a small
    axe, and others speedily finished him.

    It was in vain for the Dauphin to pretend that this base murder was
    not done with his consent; it was too bad, even for France, and
    caused a general horror. The duke's heir hastened to make a treaty
    with King Henry, and the French Queen engaged that her husband
    should consent to it, whatever it was. Henry made peace, on
    condition of receiving the Princess Catherine in marriage, and
    being made Regent of France during the rest of the King's lifetime,
    and succeeding to the French crown at his death. He was soon
    married to the beautiful Princess, and took her proudly home to
    England, where she was crowned with great honour and glory.

    This peace was called the Perpetual Peace; we shall soon see how
    long it lasted. It gave great satisfaction to the French people,
    although they were so poor and miserable, that, at the time of the
    celebration of the Royal marriage, numbers of them were dying with
    starvation, on the dunghills in the streets of Paris. There was
    some resistance on the part of the Dauphin in some few parts of
    France, but King Henry beat it all down.

    And now, with his great possessions in France secured, and his
    beautiful wife to cheer him, and a son born to give him greater
    happiness, all appeared bright before him. But, in the fulness of
    his triumph and the height of his power, Death came upon him, and
    his day was done. When he fell ill at Vincennes, and found that he
    could not recover, he was very calm and quiet, and spoke serenely
    to those who wept around his bed. His wife and child, he said, he
    left to the loving care of his brother the Duke of Bedford, and his
    other faithful nobles. He gave them his advice that England should
    establish a friendship with the new Duke of Burgundy, and offer him
    the regency of France; that it should not set free the royal
    princes who had been taken at Agincourt; and that, whatever quarrel
    might arise with France, England should never make peace without
    holding Normandy. Then, he laid down his head, and asked the
    attendant priests to chant the penitential psalms. Amid which
    solemn sounds, on the thirty-first of August, one thousand four
    hundred and twenty-two, in only the thirty-fourth year of his age
    and the tenth of his reign, King Henry the Fifth passed away.

    Slowly and mournfully they carried his embalmed body in a
    procession of great state to Paris, and thence to Rouen where his
    Queen was: from whom the sad intelligence of his death was
    concealed until he had been dead some days. Thence, lying on a bed
    of crimson and gold, with a golden crown upon the head, and a
    golden ball and sceptre lying in the nerveless hands, they carried
    it to Calais, with such a great retinue as seemed to dye the road
    black. The King of Scotland acted as chief mourner, all the Royal
    Household followed, the knights wore black armour and black plumes
    of feathers, crowds of men bore torches, making the night as light
    as day; and the widowed Princess followed last of all. At Calais
    there was a fleet of ships to bring the funeral host to Dover. And
    so, by way of London Bridge, where the service for the dead was
    chanted as it passed along, they brought the body to Westminster
    Abbey, and there buried it with great respect.
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