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Enter Chorus.

Whose blood is fet 5 from fathers of war-proof! Chor. Thus with imagin'd wing our swift scene Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders, flies,

Have, in these parts, from morn till even fought, In motion of no less celerity

And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument.6 Than that of thought. Suppose, that you have seen

Dishonour not your mothers; now attest, The well-appointed king at Hampton pier

That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you ! Embark his royalty ; and his brave fleet

Be copy now to men of grosser blood, With silken streamers the young Phæbus fanning.

And teach them how to war! And you, good Play with your fancies; and in them behold,

yeomen, Upon the hempen tackle, ship-boys climbing :

Whose limbs were made in England, show us here Hear the shrill whistle, which doth order give

The mettle of your pasture; let us swear To sounds confus'd : behold the threaden sails, That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,

not ; Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea,

For there is none of you so mean and base, Breasting the lofty surge: 0, do but think,

That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. You stand upon the rivages, and behold

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, A city on the inconstant billows dancing;

Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; For so appears this fleet majestical,

Follow your spirit : and, upon this charge, Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow! Cry- God for Harry! England ! and saint George ! Grapple your minds to sternage 9 of this navy ;

[Exeunt. Alarum, and Chambers go of: And leave your England, as dead midnight, still, Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old women,


The same.
Or past, or not arriv'd to, pith and puissance :
For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd

Forces pass over ; then enter Nym, BARDOLPH, PisWith one appearing hair, that will not follow

TOL, and Boy. These cull'd and choice-drawn cavaliers to France ? Bard. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the Work, work your thoughts, and therein see a siege : breach! Behold the ordnance on their carriages,

Nym. 'Pray thee, corporal, stay ; the knocks are With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.

too hot; and, for mine own part, I have not a case Suppose, the ambassador from the French comes back; of lives : the humour of it is too hot, that is the very Tells Harry that the king doth offer him plain-song of it. Katharine his daughter; and with her, to dowry, Pist. The plain-song is most just ; for humours Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms.

do abound; The offer likes not: and the nimble gunner,

Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop and die ; With linstock ' now the dreadful cannon touches,

And sword and shield, (Alarum ; and Chambers ? go off.

In bloody field, And down goes all before them. Still be kind,

Doth win immortal fame. And eke out our performance with your mind. [Exit.

Boy. 'Would I were in an alehouse in London !

I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. SCENE I. Before Harfleur.

Pist. And I:

If wishes would prevail with me, Alarums. Enter King HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD,

My purpose should not fail with me, GLOSTER, and Soldiers, with Scaling Ladders.

But thither would I hie. K. Hen. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, Boy. As duly, but not as truly, as bird doth sing once more;

on bough. Or close the wall up with our English dead !

In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man,
As modest stillness and humility :

Flu. Up to the preaches, you rascals ! will you But when the blast of war blows in our ears,

not up to the preaches? (Driving them forward. Then imitate the action of the tiger;

Pist. Be mereiful, great duke, to men of mould! Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,

Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage ! Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;

Abate thy rage, great duke ! Then lend the eye a terrible aspéct;

Good bawcock, bate thy rage! use lenity, sweet chuck! Let it pry through the portage of the head,

Nym. These be good humours ! — your honour Like the brass cannon ; let the brow o'erwhelm it,

wins bad humours. As fearfully, as doth a galled rock

(Exeunt Ném, Pistol, and BARDOLPH, O'erhang and juttys his confounded + base,

followed by FLUELLEN. Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.

Boy. As young as I am, I have observed these Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide ;

three swashers. I am boy to them all three: but Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit

all they three, though they would serve me, could To his full height! – On, on, you noblest English, not be man to me; for, indeed, three such anticks

do not amount to a man. For Bardolph, – he is & Bank or shore.

9 Sterns of the ships. white-livered, and red-faced ; by the means whereof, The staff which holds the match used in firing cannon. 7 Small pieces of ordnance.

'a faces it out, but fights not. For Pistol, - be 3 A mole to withstand the encroachment of the tide. • Worn, wasted.

5 Fetched.

6 Matter, subject

hath a killing tongue, and a quiet sword : by the look you, of my mind, as touching the direction of means whereof 'a breaks words, and keeps whole the military discipline; that is the point. weapons. For Nym, - he hath heard that men Jamy. It sall be very gud, gud feith, gud captains of few words are the best 7 men ; and therefore he bath : and I sall quit ' you with gud leve, as I may scorns to say his prayers, lest 'a should be thought pick occasion ; that sall I, marry. a coward; but his few bad words are match'd with Mac. It is no time to discourse, the day is hot, as few good deeds; for 'a never broke any man's and the weather, and the wars, and the king, and head but his own; and that was against a post, when the dukes; it is no time to discourse. The town is he was drunk. They will steal any thing, and call beseeched, and the trumpet calls us to the breach; it - purchase. Bardolph stole a lute-case ; bore it and we talk, and do nothing ; 'tis shame for us all : twelve leagues, and sold it for three halfpence. 'tis shame to stand still; it is shame, by my hand : Nym, and Bardolph, are sworn brothers in filching; and there is throats to be cut, and works to be done ; and in Calais they stole a fire-shovel : I knew, by and there ish nothing done. that piece of service, the men would carry coals. 8 Jamy. By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine take They would have me as familiar with men's pockets, themselves to slumber, aile do gude service, or aile as their gloves or their handkerchiefs : which makes ligge i' the grund for it; ay, or go to death ; and much against my manhood, if I should take from aile pay it as valorously as I may, that sal I surely another's pocket, to put into mine; for it is plain do, that is the breff and the long : Mary, I wad full pocketing up of wrongs. I must leave them, and seek fain heard some question 'tween you tway. some better service : their villainy goes against my Flu. Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, weak stomach.

[Exit Boy. under your correction, there is not many of your

nation Re-enter FLUELLEN, Gower following. Mac. Of my nation? What ish my nation? ish Gow. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently a villain, and a bastard, and a knave, and a rascal? 10 the mines; the duke of Gloster would speak with What ish my nation? Who talks of my nation ? you.

Flu. Look you, if you take the matter otherwise Flu. To the mines ! tell you the duke, it is not than is meant, captain Macmorris, peradventure, I so good to come to the mines : For, look you, the shall think you do not use me with that affability as mines is not according to the disciplines of the war; in discretion you ought to use me, look you ; being the concavities of it is not sufficient; for, look you, as goot a man as yourself, both in the disciplines of th' athversary (you may discuss unto the duke, look wars, and in the derivation of my birth, and in other you,) is dight 9 himself four yards under the coun. particularities. termines : I think, 'a will plow up all, if there is not

Mac. I do not know you so good a man as mybetter directions.

self: I will cut off your head. Gow. The duke of Gloster, to whom the order of Gow. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other. the siege is given, is altogether directed by an Irish- Jamy. Au! that's a foul fault. man; a very valiant gentleman, i'faith.

(A Parley sounded. Flu. It is captain Macmorris, is it not?

Gow. The town sounds a parley. Gow. I think it be.

Flu. Captain Macmorris, when there is more Flu. He is an ass, as in the 'orld : I will verify better opportunity to be required, look you, I will as much in his peard: he has no more directions in be so bold as to tell you, I know the disciplines of the true disciplines of the wars, look you, of the war ; and there is an end.

. (Ereunt. Roman disciplines, than is a puppy-dog.

SCENE III. – Before the Gates of Harfleur. Enter MACMORRIS and JAMY, at a distance.

The Governor and some Citizens on the Walls; the Gow. Here 'a comes; and the Scots captain,

English Forces below. Enter King Henry and captain Jamy, with him.

his Train. Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous gentleman, that is certain ; and of great expedition, and

K. Hen. How yet resolves the governor of the town? knowledge, in the ancient wars, upon my particular This is the latest parle we will admit : knowledge of his directions: he will maintain his Therefore, to our best mercy give yourselves : argument as well as any military man in the 'orld, Or, like to men proud of destruction, in the disciplines of the pristine wars of the Romans. Defy us to our worst : for, as I am a soldier, Jamy. I say, gud-day, captain Fluellen.

(A name, that, in my thoughts, becomes me best,) Flu. God-den to your

worship, goot captain Jamy. If I begin the battery once again, Gow. How now, captain Macmorris ? have you I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur, quit the mines ? have the pioneers given o'er ?

Till in her ashes she lie buried. Mac. Tish ill done : the work ish give over, the The gates of mercy shall be all shut up; trumpet sound the retreat. By my hand, I swear,

And the flesh'd soldier- rough and hard of heart, and by my father's soul, the work'ish ill done ; it In liberty of bloody hand, shall range. ish give over : I would have blowed up the town in What is it then to me, if impious war, — an hour. O, tish ill done, tish ill done ; by my Array'd in flames, like to the prince of fiends, hand, tish ill done!

Do, with his smirch'd complexion, all fells feats Flu. Captain Macmorris, I peseech you now, will Enlink'd to waste and desolation ? you voutsafe me, look you, a few disputations with What is't to me, when you yourselves are cause? you, as partly touching or concerning the disciplines What rein can hold licentious wickedness, of the war, the Roman wars, in the way of argument, When down the hill he holds his fierce career ? look you, and friendly communication ; partly, to We may as bootless 4 spend our vain command satisfy my opinion, and partly, for the satisfaction,

! Requite, answer. • Soiled. 7 Bravest. 8 Pocket affronts. 9 Digged

3 Cruel.

• Without success

Lipon the enraged soldiers in their spoil,

Dau. By faith and honour, As send precépts to the Leviathan

Our madains mock at us.
To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur Bour. They bid us — to the English dancing-
Take pity of your town, and of your people,

Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command ; And teach lavollas high, and swift corantos 8 ;
Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace Saying, our grace is only in our heels,
O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds And that we are most lofty runaways.
Of deadly murder, spoil, and villainy.

Fr. King. Where is Montjóy, the herald ? speed If not, why, in a moment, look to see

him hence; The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand Let him greet England with our sharp defiance. Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters; Up, princes; and, with spirit of honour edg'd, Your fathers taken by the silver beards,

More sharper than your swords, hie to the field : And their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls ; Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France; Your naked infants spitted upon pikes;

You dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berry, Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confus'd Alençon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy ; Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry Jacques Chatillion, Rambures, Vaudemont, At Herod's bloody-hunting slaughtermen.

Beaumont, Grandpré, Roussi, and Fauconberg, What say you ? will you yield, and this avoid ? Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois; Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd ?

High dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and knights,
Gov. Our expectation hath this day an end : For your great seats, now quit you of great shames,
The dauphin, whom of succour we entreated, Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land
Returns us — that his powers are not yet ready With pennons 9 painted in the blood of Harfieur :
To raise so great a siege. Therefore, dread king, Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow
We yield our town, and lives to thy soft mercy: Upon the vallies;
Enter our gates ; dispose of us, and ours; You have power enough,
For we no longer are defensible.

And in a captive chariot, into Rouen
K. Hen. Open your gates. — Come, uncle Exeter, Bring him our prisoner.
Go you and enter Harfleur; there remain,


This becomes the great. And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French : Sorry am I, his numbers are so few, Use mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle, – His soldiers sick, and famish'd in their march ; The winter coming on, and sickness growing For, I am sure when he shall see our army, Upon our soldiers, - we'll retire to Calais.

He'll drop his heart into the sink of fear, To-night in Harfleur will we be your guest; And, for achievement, offer us his ransome. To-morrow for the march are we addrest. 5

Fr. King. Therefore, lord constable, baste on (Flourish. The King, fc. enter the Town.

Montjóy :

And let him say to England, that we send SCENE IV.- Roüen. A Room in the Palace. To know what willing ransome he will give. —

Prince dauphin, you shall stay with us in Roüen. Enter the French King, the Dauphin, Duke of

Dau. Not so, I do beseech your majesty. BOURBON, the CONSTABLE of France, and others.

Fr. King. Be patient, for you shall remain with Fr. King. 'Tis certain, he hath pass'd the river Some.

Now forth, lord constable, and princes all; Con. And if he be not fought withal, my lord, And quickly bring us word of England's fall. Let us not live in France : let us quit all,

[Exeunt. And give our vineyards to a barbarous people. Dau. Shall a few sprays of us, –

SCENE V. - The English Camp in Picardy.
Our scions, put in wild and savage stock,
Spirt up so suddenly into the clouds,

Enter Gower and FLUELLEN,
And overlook their grafters ?
Bour. Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman

Gow. How now, captain Fluellen? come you bastards!

from the bridge ? Mort de ma vie ! if they march along

Flu. I assure you, there is very excellent service Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom,

committed at the pridge. To buy a slobbery and a dirty farm

Gow. Is the duke of Exeter safe? In that nook-shotten6 isle of Albion.

Flu. The duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Con. Dieu de battailles ! where have they this Agamemnon; and a man that I love and honour mettle ?

with my soul, and my heart, and my duty, and my Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull ?

life, and my livings, and my uttermost powers : he On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale, is not, (God be praised, and plessed !) any hurt in Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden water, the 'orld; but keeps the pridge most valiantly, A drench for sur-rein'd7 jades, their barley broth,

with excellent discipline. There is an ensign there Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat ? at the pridge, - I think, in my very conscience, he And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine,

is as valiant as Mark Antony; and he is a man of Seem frosty ? O, for honour of our land,

no estimation in the 'orld : but I did see him do Let us not hang like roping icicles

gallant service. Upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty people Gow. What do you call him ? Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields;

Flu. He is called — ancient Pistoi. Poor — we may call them, in their native lords.

Gow. I know him not. Prepared.

6 Shooting into promontories. 7 Over-ridden.


9 Pendants, small flags.



him ;


such slanders of the age, or else you may be mar. Flu. Do you not know him ? Here comes the vellous mistook.

Flu. I tell you what, captain Gower; — I do Pist. Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours :

perceive, he is not the man that he would gladly Tlie duke of Exeter doth love thee well.

make show to the 'orld he is ; if I find a hole Flu. Ay, and I have merited some love at his in bis coat, I will tell him my mind. [Drum heard.] hands.

Hark you, the king is coming; and I must speak Pist. Bardolph, a soldier, firm and sound of heart, with him from the pridge. Of buxom valour, hath, - by cruel fate,

Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, and Soldiers. And giddy fortune's furious fickle wheel, That goddess blind,

Flu. Cot pless your majesty! That stands upon the rolling restless stone,

K. Hen. How now, Fluellen ? camest thou from Flu. By your patience, ancient Pistol. Fortune the bridge ? is painted plind, with a muffler before her eyes, to

Flu. Ay, so please your majesty. The duke of signify to you that fortune is plind : And she is Exeter has very gallantly maintained the pridge: painted also with a wheel; to signify to you, which The French is gone off, look you; and there is gallant is the moral of it, that she is turning, and incon- and most prave passages : Marry, th' athversary stant and variations, and mutabilities; and her was have possession of the pridge ; but he is enfoot, look you, is fixed upon a spherical stone, forced to retire, and the duke of Exeter is master which rolls, and rolls, and rolls ; – In good truth of the pridge: I can tell your majesty, the duke is the poet is make a most excellent description of a prave man. fortune : fortune, look you, is an excellent moral. K. Hen. What men have you lost, Fluellen? Pist. Fortune is Bardolph's foe, ind frowns on Flu. The perdition of th' athversary hath been

very great, very reasonable great: marry, for my For he hath stol'n a prix ?, and hanged must 'a be.

part, I think the duke hath lost never a man, but Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free,

one that is like to be executed for robbing a churchi, And let not hemp his windpipe suffocate :

one Bardolph, if your majesty know the man: his But Exeter hath given the doom of death,

face is all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs, and For pix of little price.

flames of fire ; and his lips plows at his nose, and it Therefore, go speak, the duke will hear thy voice; is like a coal of fire, sometimes plue, and sometimes And let not Bardolph's vital breath be cut

red; but his nose is executed, and his fire's out. With edge of penny cord, and vile reproach :

K. Hen. We would have all such offenders so Speak, captain, for his life, and I will thee requite. cut off: and we give express charge, that in our

Flu. Ancient Pistol, I do partly undestand your marches through the country, there be nothing meaning

compelled from the villages, nothing taken but paid Pist. Why then rejoice therefore.

for ; none of the French upbraided, or abused in Flu. Certainly, ancient, it is not a thing to re- disdainful language; For when lenity and cruelty joice at: for if, look you, he were my brother, I play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the would desire the duke to use his goot pleasure, and soonest winner. put him to executions; for disciplines ought to be used.

Tucket sounds. Enter MontJOY. Pist. A figo for thy friendship!

Mont. You know me by my habit. Flu. It is well.

K. Hen. Well then, I know thee; What shall I Pist. The fig of Spain !

[Erit Pistol. know of thee? Flu. Very good.

Mont. My master's mind. Gow. Why this is an arrant counterfeit rascal ;

K. Hen. Unfold it. remember him now ; a cutpurse.

Mont. Thus says my king :- Say thou to Harry Flu. l'll assure you, 'a utter'd as prave 'ords at of England, Though we seemed dead, we did but the pridge, as you shall see in a summer's day : sleep; Advantage is a better soldier, than rashness. But it is very well; what he has spoke to me, that Tell him, we could have rebuked him at Harfleur ; is well, I warrant you, when time is serve.

but that we thought not good to bruise an injury, Gow. Why, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue ; that now till it were full ripe: - now we speak upon our cue 3, and then goes to the wars, to grace himself, at his and our voice is imperial: England shall repent his return into London, under the form of a soldier. folly, see his weakness, and admire our sufferance. And such fellows are perfect in great commanders' Bid him, therefore, consider of his ransome; which names : and they will learn you by rote, where ser- must proportion the losses we have borne, the subvices were done ; - at such and such a sconce“, atjects we have lost, the disgrace we have digested; such a breach, at such a convoy: who came off which, in weight to re-answer, his pettiness would bravely, who was shot, who disgraced, what terms bow under. For our losses his exchequer is too the enemy stood on : and this they con perfectly in poor ; for the effusion of our blood, the muster of the phrase of war, which they trick up with new his kingdom too faint a number; and for our distuned oaths : And what a beard of the general's grace, his own person, kneeling at our feet, but a cut, and a horrid suit of the camp, will do among weak and worthless satisfaction. To this addfoaming bottles and ale-wash'd wits, is wonderful defiance: and tell him, for conclusion, he hath to be thought on! but you must learn to know betrayed his followers, whose candemnation is pro

nounced. So far my king and master; so much 1 A fold of linen, which partially covered the face. A small box in which were kept the consecrated wafers.

my office. 3 An allusion to the custom in Spain and Italy of giving

K. Hen. What is thy name? I know thy quality. poisoned figs. * An entrenchment hastilythrown up.

5 In proper time.

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Mont. Montjoy.

but only in patient stillness, while his rider mounts K. Hen. Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee him: he is, indeed, a horse ; and all other jades you back,

may call — beasts. And tell thy king,

I do not seek him now; Con. Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and But could be willing to march on to Calais

excellent horse. Without impeachment 6: for, to say the sooth, Dau. It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is (Though 'tis no wisdom to confess so much like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance Unto an enemy of craft and vantage,)

enforces homage. My people are with sickness much enfeebled ; Orl. No more, cousin. My numbers lessen'd; and those few I have

Dau. Nay, the man hath no wit, that cannot, from Almost no better than so many French ;

the rising of the lark to the lodging of the lamb, Who, when they were in health, I tell thee, herald, vary deserved praise on my palfrey: it is a theme I thought upon one pair of English legs

as fluent as the sea ; turn the sands into eloquent Did march three Frenchmen. — Yet, forgive me, tongues, and my horse is argument for them all : heaven,

'tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on, and for a That I do brag thus ! — this your air of France sovereign's sovereign to ride on ; and for the world Hath blown that vice in me; I must repent. (familiar to us, and unknown,) to lay apart their Go, therefore, tell thy master here I am ;

particular functions, and wonder at him. I once My ransome, is this frail and worthless trunk ; writ a sonnet in his praise, and began thus : Wonder My army, but a weak and sickly guard ;

of nature, Yet God before 7, tell him we will come on,

Orl. I have heard a sonnet begin so to one's Though France himself, and such another neighbour, mistress. Stand in our way. There's for thy labour, Montjoy ; Dau. Then did they imitate that which I composed Go, bid thy master well advise himself:

to my courser; for my horse is my mistress. If we may pass, we will; if we be binder'd,

Con. You have good judgment in horsemanWe shall your tawny ground with your red blood ship. Discolour: and so, Montjoy, fare you well.

Ram. My lord constable, the armour, that I saw The sum of all our answer is but this :

in your tent to-night, are those stars, or suns, upon We would not seek a battle, as we are;

it ? Yet, as we are, we say, we will not shun it;

Con. Stars, my lord. So tell your master.

Dau. Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope. Mont. I shall deliver so. Thanks to your high- Con. And yet my sky shall not want.


Dau. That may be, for you bear a many superGlo. I hope they will not come upon us now. fluously; and 'twere more honour, some were away. k. Hen. We are in God's hand, brother, not in Con. Even as your horse bears your praises; who theirs.

would trot as well, were some of your brags disMarch to the bridge; it now draws toward night:

mounted. Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves;

Dan. 'Would I were able to load him with his And on to-morrow bid them march away. (Exeunt. desert! Will it never be day? I will trot to-morrow

a mile, and my way shall be paved with English

faces. SCENE VI. — The French Camp near Agincourt.

Con. I will not say so, for fear I should be faced Enter the ConstaBLE of France, the LORD RAMBURES, out of my way: But I would it were morning, for the DUKE OF ORLEANS, DAUPHIN, and others.

I would fain be about the ears of the English.

Ram. Who will go to hazard with me for twenty Con. Tut! I have the best armour of the world. -'Would it were day.

English prisoners.

Con. You must first go yourself to hazard, ere Orl. You have an excellent armour ; but let my horse have his due.

have them.

you Con. It is the best horse of Europe.

Dau. 'Tis midnight ; I'll go arm myself. (Exit. Orl. Will it never be morning ?

Orl. The dauphin longs for morning.

Ram. He longs to eat the English. Dau. My lord of Orleans, and my lord high

Con. I think, he will eat all he kills. constable, you talk of horse and armour. Orl. You are as well provided of both, as any prince.

Orl. By the white hand of my lady, he's a gallant prince in the world.

Con. Swear by her foot, that she may tread out Dau. What a long night is this ! — I will not

the oath. change my horse with any that treads but on four

Orl. He is simply, the most active gentleman of pasterns. Ca, ha! He bounds from the earth, as if

France. his entrails were hairs ! 8 le cheval volant, the Pe

Con. Doing is activity: and he will still be doing. gasus, qui a les narines de feu! When I bestride

Orl. He never did harm, that I heard of. him, I soar, I am a hawk : he treads the air ; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of that good name still.

Con. Nor will do none to-morrow; he will keep his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.

Orl. I know him to be valiant. Orl. He's of the colour of the nutmeg.

Con. I was told that, by one that knows him Dau. And of the heat of the ginger. It is a beast

better than you. for Perseus : he is pure air and fire; and the dull

Orl. What's he? elements of earth and water never appear in him,

Con. Marry, he told me so himself; and he said,

he cared not who knew it. 6 Hinderance. 7 Then used for God being my guide. * Alluding to the bounding of tennis-balls, which were


Orl. He needs not, it is no hidden virtue in him. with hair.

Con. By my faith, sir, but it is; never any body

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