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In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, Nym. These be good humours !—your honour As modest stillness, and humility:

wins bad hunours. But when the blast of war blows in our ears,

(Eseunt Nym, Pistol, and Bardolph, JulThen imitate the action of the tiger;

lurred by Fluellen. Stiften the sinews, suinton up the blood,

Boy. As young as I am, I have observed these Disguise fair nature with hard-lavour'd rage : three swashers. I am boy to them all three. but all Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;

they three, though they would serve me, could not Let it pry through the portage of the head, be man to me; for, indeed, three such antics do Like the brass cannon; let ihe brow o'ers helm it, not amount to a man. For Bardolph,,he is while. As fearfully, as doth a galled rock

livered, and red-luced; by the means whereof, 'a O'erhang and jutty' his confounded? base, faces it out, but lights not. For Pistol, he hatha Swill'd with the wild and wastelul ocean. killing tongue, and a quiet sword ; by the ineans Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide ;

whereof a breaks words, and keeps while weapons. Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit For Nyin,-he hath heart, that men of sew words To his full height !--On, on, you noblesi English, are the best men; and therefore he scoris to say Whose blood is fel from fathers of war-proof! his prayers, lest 'a should be thought a coward; but Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders,

his low bad words are match'd with as few good Have, in these parts, troni morn till even fought, deeds; for 'a never broke any man's head bui his And sheath'd their sword: for lack of argument. own; and that has a ainst a post, when he was Dishonour not your mothers; now atlest,

drunk. They will steal any thing, and call it,That those, whom you call d fathers, did beget purchase. Bardolph stole a lutr-case; bore it you!

iwelve leagues, and sold it for three hallpence. Be copy now to men of grosser blood,

Nym and Bardolph, are sworn brothers in filelung; And teach them how to war!-- And you, good and in Calais the stole a fire-shovel: I knew, by yeomell,

that piece of service, the men would carry coals. Whose limbs were made in England, show us here They would have me as familiar with men's pockets, The meutle of your pasture; let us swear

as their cloves or their handkerchiefs : which makes That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt nunch against my manhood, if I should take from mot ;

another's pochet, to put into mine ; for it is plain For there is none of you so mean and base, pocketing up of wrongs. I must leave them, and That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.

seck some better service: their villary goes against I see you stand like greyhounils in the slips, my weak stomach, and therefore I must cast it up. Straining upon the start. The game's alvot;

(Exit Boy. Follow your spirit : an, upon this charme,

Re-enter Fluellen, Gower following. Cry-God for Larry! Emland! and Saint George! [Ereunt. llcrum, and chambers go ofl. Gow. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently

to the mines; the duke of Gloster would speak SCENE II. - The same. Forces pass ofer; then with you.

enler Nyın, Bardolph, Pistol, and Boy. Flii. To the mincs! tell you the duke, it is not Lard, On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the miney is not according to the disciplines of the war;

so good to come to the mines: For, look you, the breach!

the concavities of it is not suflicient; for, look Nym. 'Pray thee, corporal, stay; the knocks you, thathversary (vou may discuss unto the duke, are too hot; and, for mine on pari, I have not a look you,) is diglihimsell four yards under the case of lives: the humour ui' it is too hol, that is countermines: by Cheshu, I think, 'a will plowia the very plain-song of it. Pist. The plain-song is most just; for humours "pall, if there is not better directions,

Gow. The duke of Gloster, to whom the order of do abound; Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop and die; man; a very valiant gentleman, i'faith.

the siege is given, is altogether directed by an IrishAnd sword and shield,

Flu. It is captain Macmorris, is it not?
In bloody field,

Gow. I think, it be.
Doth win iminortal fame.
Boy. 'Would I were in an ale-house in London! will verify as much in his peard: he has no more

Flu. By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the 'orld: I I would give all my fame for a pot ofale, and safety. directions in the true disciplines of the wars, look Pist. And I:

you, of the Roman disciplines, than is a puppy-dog. Il wishes would prevail with me, My purpose should not fail with me,

Enter Macmorris and Jamy, al a distance. But thither would I hie.

Gow. Here 'a comes; and the Scots captain, Boy. As duly, but not as truly, as bird doth sing captain Jamy, with him. on bough.

Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous genEnter Fluellcn.

tleman, that is certain; and of great expedition,

and knowledge, in the ancient wars, upon my pare Flul. Got's plood !-Up to the preaches, you ticular linowledge of his directions by Cheshu, he rascals! will you not up to the preaches ? will maintain his argument as well as any military

(Driving them forward. man in the 'orld, in the disciplines of the pristine Pist. Be merciful, grcat duke," lo menol mould ! wars of the Romans. Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage!

Jamy. I say, gud-day, captain Fluellen. Abate thy rage, great duke!

Flu. God-den to your worship, goot captain Jamy. Good bawcock, bate thy rage! use lenity, sweet Gow. How now, captain Macmorris? have you chuck:

quit the mines ? have the pioneers given o'er ? (1) A mole to withstand the encroachment of the (4) Matter, subject. (5) Commander.

(6) Earth. (0) Bravest. (8) Pocket affronts, (2) Worn, wasted. (3) Fetched,

9) Digged. (10) Blow,



Mac. By Chrish la, tish ill done: the work is 1 And the flesh'd soldier,-rough and hard of heart, give over, the trumpet sound the retreat. By my In liberty of bloody hand, shall range hand, I swear, and by my father's soul, the work with conscience widc as hell; mowing like grass ish ili done; it'ish give over: I would have blowed Your fresh-air virgins, and your flowering infants. up the town, so Chrish save me, la, in an hour. What is it then to me, if impious war,0, tish ill done, tish ill done; by my hand, tish ill Array'd in flames, like to the prince of fiends done!

Do, with his smirch’da complexion, all fello seats Flu. Captain Macmorris, I peseech you now, will Enlink'd to waste and desolation ? you vouchsafe me, look you, a few disputations with What is't to me, when you yourselves are cause, you ? as partly touching or concerning the disci- If your pure maidens fall into the hand plines of the war, the Roman wars, in the way of Op hot and forcing violation ? argument, look you, and friendly communication ; What rein can hold licentious wickedness, partly, to satisfy my opinion, and partly, for the IVhen down the hill he holds his fierce career ? salisfaction, look you, of my mind, as touching the We may as bootless* spend our vain command direction of the military discipline; that is the point. Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil,

Jamy. It sall be very gud, gud feith, gud cap- As send precepls to the Leviathan tains both: and I sall quit' you with gud leave, as to come ashore. Therefore, you men of llarfleui I muy pick occasion; that sall I, marry. Take pity of your town, and of your people,

Mac. It is no time to discourse, so Chrish save Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command; me, the day is hot, and the weather, and the wars, Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace and the king, and the dukes; it is no time to dis- O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds

The town is besceched, and the trumpet of deadly murder, spoil, and villany. calls us to the breach; und we talk, and, by Chrish, if not, why, in a moment, look to see do nothing ; 'lis shame for us all: so (iod sa' m2, The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand Pris shame to stand still; it is shame, by my hand: Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters; and there is throats to be cut, and works to be done; Your fathers taken by the silver beards, and there ish nothing done, so Chrish sa' me, la. And their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls;

Jamy. By the mess, ere theise eyes of nine take Your naked infants spitted upon pikes; themselves to slumber, aile do gude service, or aile Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confus'd ligge i'the grund for it; ay, or po to death; and Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry aile

pay it is valorously as I may, that sall I surely At Ilerod's bloody-hunting slaughtermen. do, that is the breit and the long: Mary, I wad full What say you? will you yield, and this avoid ? fain heard some question 'tween you tway. Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd ?

Flu. Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, Gov. Our expectation hath this day an end : under your correction, there is not many of your The dauphin, whom of succour we entreated, nation

Rolurns us—that his powers are not yet ready Mac. Of my nation? What ish my nation ? ish To raise so great a siege. Therefore, drend king, a villain, and a bastard, and a knave, and a rascal? We yield our town, and lives, to thy soft mercy: What ish iny nation? Who talk; of my nation? Enter our gales ; dispose of us, and ours;

Flu. Look you, if you take the matter otherwise For we no longer are desensible. than is meant, captain Macmorris, peradventure, I K. Hen. Open your gates.-Come, uncle Exeter, shall think you do not use me with that affability as Go you and enter Harleur; there remain, in discretion you ought to use me, look you ; being and fortify it strongly 'gainst the French: as goot a man as yoursell, both in the disciplines Use merey to them all. For us, dear uncle, of wars, and in the derivation of my birth, and in The winter coming on, and sickness growing other particularities.

Upon our soldiers, -we'll retire to Calais. Mac. I do not know you so good a man as my-To-night in Harfleur will we be your guest; sell: so Chrish save me, I will cut off your head. To-morrow for the march are we addrest."

Gow. Gentlemen boih, you will mistake each (Flourish. The King, &c. enter the lown. other. Jamy. Au! that's a foul fault. (A parley sounded.

SCENE IV.-Rouen. A room in the palace. Goro. The town sounds a parler,

Enter Katharine and Alice. Flu. Captain Macmorris, when there is more Kath. Alice, tu as esté en Angleterre, et lu parles betler opportunity to be required, look you, I will bien le language. be so bold as to tell you, I know the disciplines of) Alicc. Un peu, madame. war; and there is an end.

(Exeunt. Kath. Je te prie, m'enseignez; il faut que j'apSCENE III.- The same. Before the gates of en Anglofs ?

prenne la parler. Comment appellez vous la main, Harfleur. The Governor and some citizens on

Alice. Le main ? elle est appellée, de hand. the walls : the English forces below. Enter Kath. De hand. Et les doigts ? King Henry and his train.

Alice. Les doigts ? ma foy, je oublie les doigts ; K. Flen. How yet resolves the governor of the mais je me souviendray. Les doigts ? je pense, town?

qu'ils sont appellé de fingres; cuy, de fingres. This is the latest parle we will admit:

Kath. Le main, de hand ; les doigts, de fingres. Therefore, to our best mercy give yourselves; Je pense, que je suis le bon escalier. J'ay gagné Or, like to men proud of destruction,

deur mots l'Anglois vistement. Comment appellez Desy us to our worst: for, as I am a soldier, vous les ongles ? (A name, that, in my thoughts, becomes me best,) Alice. Les ongles ? les appellons, de nails. If I begin the battery once again,

Kath. De nails. Escouiez ; diles moy, si je I will not leave the half-achieved Ilarleur, parle bien ; de hand, de fingres, de nails. 'Till in her ashes she lie buried.

Alice. C'est bien dit, madaine ; il est fort bon The gates of mercy shall Le all shut up; Anglois, (1) Requite, answer, (2) Soiled. (3) Cruel, (4) Without success. (5) Prepared,

Kath. Diles moy en Anglois, le bras.

Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat ? Alice. De arm, madame,

And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine, Kath. Et le coude.

Seem frosty ? 0, for honour of our land, Alice. De cibow.

Let us not hang like roping icicles Kath. De elbow. Je m'en failz la repetition de Upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty tous les mots, que vous m'avez appris des a present. people

Alice. Il est trop difficile, madame, comme je Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields ; pense.

Poor-we may call them, in their native lords. Kath. Ercusez inoy, Alice; escoutez: De hand, Dan. By faith and honour, de fingre, de nails, de arm, de bilbow.

Our madams mock at us; and plainly say, Alice. De elbow, madame.

Our mettle is bred out; and they will give Kath. O Seigneur Dien! je m'en oublie; De el- Their bodies to the lust of English youth, bow. Cominent appellez vous le col ?

To new-store France with bastard warriors. Alice. De neck, inalame.

Bour. They bid us—to the English dancing Kath. De neck : Et le renton ?

schools, Alice, De chin.

And teach lavollas' high, and swift corantos; Kath. De sin. Le col, de neck: le menton, de Saying, our grace is only in our heels, sin.

And that we are most losty runaways. Alice. Ony. Sauf vostre honneur; en verité Fr. King. Where is Montjoy, the herald ? speed vous prononces les mots aussi droict que les natifs him hence; d'Angleterre.

Let him grect England with our sharp defiance.Kath. Je ne doute point d'apprendre par la Up, princes; and, with spirit of honour edgid, grace de Dieu; el en peii ele temps,

More sharper than your swords, hie to the field: Alice. N'avez vous pas deja oublié ce que je vous Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France; ay enseignée ?

You dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berry,
Kath. Non, je recileray à vous promplement. Alençon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy ;
De hand, de fingre, de mails.

Jaques, Chatillon, Rambures, Vaudemont,
Alce. De nails, madane.

Beaumont, Grandpré, Roussi, and Fauconberg, Kath. De nails, de arme, de ilbow.

Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois; Alice. Sauf rostre honneur, de elbow.

High dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and Kath. Hinsi dis je; de clbow, de neck, et de sin:

knights, Comment appellez vous le pieds et la robe ? For your great seats, now quit you of great shames, Alice. De foot, madame ; et de con.

Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land Kath. De fooi, et de con? ( Seigneur Dieu ! With penons painted in the blood of Harfleur: ces sont mots de son mauvais, corruplible, grosse, Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow et impudique, el non pour les dames (l'honneur Upon the valleys; whose low vassal seat d'user : Je voulrois prononcer ces mots devant The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon: les seigneurs de France, pour tout le monde. 11 Go down upon him,-you have power enough, faut de foot, et de con, néant-moins. Je recilerai And in a captive chariot, into Rouen une autre fois ma lecón ensemble: De hand, de Bring him our prisoner. fingre, de nails, de arın, de clbow, de neck, de sin, Con.

This becomes the great. de foot, de con.

Sorry am I, his numbers are so few, Alice. Ercellent, inadame!

His soldiers sick, and famish'd in their march; Kath. C'est assez pour une fois; allons nous a For, I am sure, when he shall see our army, Lisner.

(Exeunt. He'll drop his heart into the sink of fear, SCENE V.-The same. Another room in the And, for achievement, offer us his ransom.

Fr. King. Therefore, lord constable, haste on same. Enter the French King, the Dauphin, Duke of Bourbon, the Constable of France, and And let him say to England, that we send

Montjoy : others.

To know what willing ransom he will give. Fr. King. 'Tis certain, he hath pass'd the river Prince dauphin, you shall stay with us in Rouen. Some.

Dau. Not so, I do beseech your majesty.
Con. And if he be not fought withal, my lord, Fr. King. Be patient, for you shall remain with
Let us not live in France; let us quit all,
And give our vineyards to a barbarous people. Now, forth, lord constable, and princes all ;

Dau. O Dieu vivant ! shall a few sprays of us,- And quickly bring us word of England's fall.
The emptying of our fathers' luxury,

(Exeunt. Our scions, put in wild and savage stock, Spirt up so suddenly into the clouds,

SCENE V1.- The English camp in Picardy. And overlook their grafters?

Enter Gower and Fluellen. 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 serUnfought withal, but I'will sell my dukedom, vice committed at the pridge. To buy a slobbery and a dirty farm

Gov. Is the duke of Exeter safe ? In that nook-shotten2 isle of Albion.

Flu. The duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Con. Dieu de baltailes ! 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 (Got be prassed, and plessed!) any hurt in Killing their fruit with frowns ? Can sodden water, the 'orld; but keeps the pridge most valiantly, with A drench for sur-rein'd: jades, their barley broth, excellent discipline. There is an ensign there at (1) Lust. (2) Projected. (3) Over-strained, (4) Dances, (5) Pendants, small flags,


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the pridge -I think, in my very conscience, he is bravely, who was shot, who disgraced, what terms as valiant as Mark Antony; and he is a man of no the enemy stood on; and this they con perfectly in estimation in the 'orld: but I did see him do gal- the phrase of war, which they trick up with newlant service.

tuned oaths : And what a beard of the general's Gow. What do you call him ?

cut, and a horrid suit of the camp, will do among Flu. He is called-ancient Pistol.

foaming bottles, and ale-washed wits, is wonderful Gow. I know him not.

to be thought on! But you must learn to know such Enter Pistol.

slanders of the age, or else you may be marvellous

mistook. Flu. Do you not know him? Here comes the man.

Flu. I tell you what, captain Gower ;-1 do perPist. Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours : ceive he is not the man that he would gladly make The duke of Exeter doth love thee well.

show to the 'orld he is ; if I find a hole in his coat, Flu. Ay, I praise Got; and I have merited some I will tell him my mind. (Drum heard.) Hark you, love at his hands.

the king is coming ; and I must speak with him Pisl. Bardolph, a soldier, firm and sound of from the pridge.

heart, Of buxom valour,' hath-by cruel fate,

Enler King Henry, Gloster, and soldiers. And giddy fortune's furious lickle wheel,

Flu. Got pless your majesty! That goddess blind,

K. Hen. How now, Fluellen ? camest thou from That stands upon the rolling restless stone,

the bridge ? Flu. By your patience, ancient Pistol. Fortune Flu. Ay, so please your majesty. The duke of is painted plind, with a mulller2 before her eyes, to Exeter has very gallantly maintained the pridge; signify to you that fortune is plind: And she is the French is gone off, look you; and there is gal painted also with a wheel; to signify to you,

lant and most prave passages : Marry, th'athversary which is the moral of it, that she is turning, and was have possession of the pridge; but he is eninconstant, and variations, and mutabilities and forced to retire, and the duke of Exeter is master her foot, look you, is fixed upon a spherical stone, of the pridge: I can tell your majesty, the duke which rolls, and rolls, and rolls ;-In good truth, is a prave man. the poet is make a most excellent description oil Ki Hen. What men have you lost, Fluellen? fortunc: fortunc, look you, is an excellent moral.

Flu. The perdition of th'athversary hath been Pist. Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on very great, very reasonable great: marry, for my him ;

part, I think the duke hath lost never a man, but For he hath stolen a pix,' and hanged must a' be, one that is like to be executed for robbing a church, A damned death!

one Bardolph, if your majesty know the man his Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free,

face is all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs, and And let not hemp his wind-pipe suffocate:

flames of fire; and his lips plows at his nose, and But Exeter hath given the doom of death,

it like a coal of fire, sometimes plue, and someFor pix of little price.

times red; but his nose is executed, and his fire's out. Therefore, go speak, the duke will hear thy voice; cut off:--and we give express charge, that in our

K. Hen. We would have all such offenders so And let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut With edge of penny cord, and vile reproach :

marches through the country, there be nothing comSpeak, captain, for his life, and I will thee requite. pelled from the villages, nothing taken but paid for:

Flu. Ancient Pistol, I'do partly understand none of the French upbraided, or abused in disyour meaning.

dainful language ; For when lenity and cruelty Pist. Why then rejoice therefore.

play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the Flu. Certainly, ancient, it is not a thing to re-soonest winner. joice at: for in, look you, he were my brother, ! Tucket sounds. Enter Montjoy. would desire thé duke to use his goot pleasure, and put him to executions; for disciplines ought to be Mont. You know me by my habit. used.

K. Hen. Well then, I know thee; What shall Pist. Dic and be damned ; and figot for thy I know of thee? friendship !

Mont. My master's mind. Flu, It is well.

K. Hen. Unfold it. Pisl. The tig of Spain !

(Excit Pistol. Mont. Thus says my king:-Say thou lo Harry Flu. Very good.

of England, Though we seemed dead, we did but Gow. Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal ; sleep: Advantage is a better soldier, than rashI remember him now; a bawd, a cut-purse. ness. Tell birn, we could have rebuked him at

Flu. I'll assure you, a' utter'd as prave 'ords at Harfleur; but that we thought not good to bruise the pridge, as you shall see in a summer's day : an injury, till it were full ripe :-now we speak But it is very well; what he has spoke to me, that upon our cue,' and our voice is imperial: England is well, I warrant you, when time is serve. shall repent' his folly, see his weakness, and

Gow. Why, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue; that now admire our sufferance. Bid him, therefore, conand then goes to the wars, to grace himself, at his sider of his ransom ; which must proportion the return to London, under the form of a soldier. And losses we have borne, the subjects we have lost, such fellows are perfect in great commanders' the disgrace we have digested, which in weight names: and they will learn you by rote, where ser- to re-answer, his pettiness would bow under. For vices were done ;-at such and such a sconce,' at our losses, his exchequer is too poor ; for the effusuch a breach, at such a convoy; who came offsion of our blood, the muster of his kingdom too

faint a number; and for our disgrace, his own per(1) Valour under good command.

(2) A fold of linen which partially covered the (4) An allusion to the custom in Spain and Italy, face.

of giving poisoned figs. (3) A small box in which were kept the conse- (6) An entrenchment hastily thrown up. crated wafers,

6) i, e, By his herald's coat, (7) In our turn,

son, knecling at our feet, but a weak and worth-dull elements of earth and water never appear in less satisfaction. To this add-defiance: and tell him, but only in patient stillness, while his rider him, for conclusion, he hath betrayed his followers, mounts him : he is, indeed, a horse; and all other whose condemnation is pronounced. So far my jades you may call-beasts. king and master; so much my otlice.

Con. Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and K. Hen. What is thy name i I know thy quality. excellent horse. Mont. Montjoy.

Dau. It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is K. Hen. Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance back,

enforces homage. And tell thy king, I do not seek him now; Orl. No more, cousin. But could be willing to march on to Calais, Duu. Nay, the man hath no wit, that cannot, Without impeachment:' for, to say the sooth, from the rising of the lark to the lodging of the ('Though 'tis no wisdom to confess so much lamb, vary deserved praise on my paltrey: it is a Unto an enemy of craft and vantage,)

theine as fuent as the sea ; turn the sands into eloMy people are with sickness much enfeebled ; quent tongues, and my horse is argument for them My numbers lessen'd; and those lew I have, all: 'tis a subject for a sovereign lo rcason on, and Almost no better than so many French;

for a sovereign's sovereign to ride on ; and for Who when they were in health, I tell thee, herald, the world (familiar to us, and unknown,) to lay I thought, upon one pair of English legs

apart their particular functions, and wonder at him. Did march thrce Frenchmen.-- Yet, forgive me, God, I once writ'a sonnet in his praise, and began thus: That I do brag thus !-this your air of France Wonder of nalure, Hath blown that vice in me; I must repent. Orl. I have heard a sonnet begin so to one's Go, therefore, tell thy master, here I am;

mistress. My ransom, is this frail and worthless trunk; Dau. Then did they imitate that which I comMy army, but a weak and sickly guard ;

posed to my courser; for my horse is my mistress. Yet, God before, tell him we will come on,

Orl. Your mistress bears well. Though France' himself, and such another neigh- Dau, Me well; which is the prescript praise bour,

and perfection of a good and particular mistress. Stand in our way. There's for thy labour, Montjoy. Con. Ma foy! the other day, methought, your Go, bid thy master well advise himself:

Mistress shrewdly shook your back. If we may pass, we will; if we be hinder'd, Dau. So, perhaps, did yours. We shall your tawny ground with your red blood Con. Mine was not bridled. Discolour and so, Montjoy, fare you well. Dau. 0! then, belike, she was old and gentle; The sum of all our answer is but this :

and you rode, like a kerne* of Ireland, your French We would not seek a battle, as we are;

hose off, and in your strait trossers.” Nor, as we are, we say, we will not shun it; Con. You have good judgment in horsemanship. So tell your master.

Dau. Be warned by me ihen: they that ride so, Moni. I shall deliver so. Thanks to your high- and ride not warily, fall into foul bogs; had

[Erii Montjoy. rather have my horse to my mistress. Glo. I hope they will not come upon us now. Con. I had as lief have my mistress a jade. K. Hen. We are in God's hand, brother, not in Da. I tell thee, constable, my mistress wears theirs.

her own hair. March to the bridge ; it now draws toward night:- Con. I could make as true a boast as that, if I Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves;

had a sow to my mistress. And on to-morrow bid them march away. (Ere. Dau. Le chien est relourné à son propre comisseSCENE VII.-The French camp, near Agin- ment, et la lruie lavée au bourbier : thou makest

court. Enter the Constable of France, the Lord use of any thing. Rambures, the Duke of Orleans, Dauphin, and

Con. Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress;

or any such proverb, so little kin to the purpose. others.

Rain. My lord constable, the armour, that I Con. Tut! I have the best armour of the world. saw in your tent to-night, are those stars, or suns, 'Would, it were day!

Orl. You have an excellent armour; but let my Con. Stars, my lord. norse have his due.

Dau. Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope. Con. It is the best horse of Europe.

Con. And yet my sky shall not want. Orl. Will it never be morning?

Dau. That may be, for you bear a many superfluDau. My lord of Orlcans, and my lord high ously; and 'twere more honour, some were away. constable, you talk of horse and armour,

Con. Even as your horse bears your praises ; Orl. You are as well provided of both, as any who would trot as well, were some of your brags prince in the world.

dismounted. Dau. What a long night is this !---I will not Dau. 'Would I were able to load him with his change my horse with any that treads but on four desert! Will it never be day? I will trot to-morpasterns. Ca, ha! Ile bounds from the earth, as row a mile, and my way shall be paved with Eng. if his entrails' were hairs ;' le cheval volant, the lish faces. Pegasus, qui a les narines de feu! When I bestride Con. I will not say so, for fear I should be him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the faced out of my way: But I would it were morniearth gs when he touches it; the basest hors of ing, for I would sain be about the cars of the his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes. English. Orl. He's of the colour of the nutmeg.

Ram. Who will go to hazard with me for twenty Dau. And of the heat of the ginger. It is a English prisoners ? peast for Perseus : he is pure air and fire ; and the

(3) Alluding to the bounding of tennis-balls, (1) Hinderance.

which were stuffed with hair, 12) Then used for God being my guide. (4) Soldier, (5) Trowsers,


upon it?

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