In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Nym. These be good humours!-your honour wins bad humours. [Exeunt Nym, Pistol, and Bardolph, fullowed by Fluellen. Boy. As young as I am, I have observed these three swashers. I am boy to them all three but all they three, though they would serve me, could not be man to me; for, indeed, three such antics do Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it, not amount to a man. For Bardolph,-he is white- Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide; livered, and red-faced; by the means whereof, 'a faces it out, but fights not. For Pistol,-he hath a killing tongue, and a quiet sword; by the means whereof 'a breaks words, and keeps whole weapons. For Nym,-he hath heard, that men of few words are the best men; and therefore he scorns to say his prayers, lest 'a should be thought a coward; but his few bad words are match'd with as few good deeds; for 'a never broke any man's head but his own; and that was against a post, when he was drunk. They will steal any thing, and call it, That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget purchase. Bardolph stole a lute-case; bore it you! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here not; twelve leagues, and sold it for three halfpence. Nym and Bardolph, are sworn brothers in filching; good and in Calais they stole a fire-shovel: I knew, by that piece of service, the men would carry coals. They would have me as familiar with men's pockets, as their gloves or their handkerchiefs: which makes much against my manhood, if I should take from another's pocket, to put into mine; for it is plain pocketing up of wrongs. I must leave them, and seek some better service: their villany goes against my weak stomach, and therefore I must cast it up. [Exit Boy. For there is none of you so mean and base, [Exeunt. Alarum, and chambers go off. SCENE II-The same. Forces pass over; then enter Nym, Bardolph, Pistol, and Boy. Re-enter Fluellen, Gower following. Gow. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines; the duke of Gloster would speak with you. Flu. To the mines! tell you the duke, it is not so good to come to the mines: For, look you, the Bard. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the mines is not according to the disciplines of the war; breach! Nym. Pray thee, corporal, stay; the knocks are too hot; and, for mine own part, I have not a case of lives: the humour of it is too hot, that the very plain-song of it. is Pist. The plain-song is most just; for humours Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop and die; Doth win immortal fame. Boy. 'Would I were in an ale-house in London! If wishes would prevail with me, the concavities of it is not suflicient; for, look you, th' athversary (you may discuss unto the duke, look you,) is dight himself four yards under the countermines: by Cheshu, I think, 'a will plow 19 up all, if there is not better directions. Gow. The duke of Gloster, to whom the order of the siege is given, is altogether directed by an Irishman; a very valiant gentleman, i'faith. Flu. It is captain Macmorris, is it not? Flu. By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the 'orld: I will verify as much in his peard: he has no more safety.directions in the true disciplines of the wars, look you, of the Roman disciplines, than is a puppy-dog. Enter Macmorris and Jamy, at a distance. 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. Enter Fluellen. Flu. Got's plood!-Up to the preaches, you Good bawcock, bate thy rage! use lenity, sweet (1) A mole to withstand the encroachment of the tide. (2) Worn, wasted, (3) Fetched. Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous gentleman, that is certain; and of great expedition, and knowledge, in the ancient wars, upon my particular knowledge of his directions: by Cheshu, he will maintain his argument as well as any military man in the 'orld, in the disciplines of the pristine wars of the Romans. Jamy. I say, gud-day, captain Fluellen. Flu. God-den to your worship, goot captain Jamy. Gow. How now, captain Macmorris? have you quit the mines? have the pioneers given o'er ? (4) Matter, subject, (5) Commander. 449 Mac. By Chrish la, tish ill done: the work isn 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 wide as hell; mowing like grass 1sh ill 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,O, tish ill done, tish ill done; by my hand, tish ill Array'd in flames, like to the prince of fiends,done! Flu. Captain Macmorris, I peseech you now, will Enlink'd to waste and desolation? Do, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats 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 Of 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 When down the hill he holds his fierce career? satisfaction, 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 precepts to the Leviathan tains both and I sall quit you with gud leave, as To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harfleu I may 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 course. The town is beseeched, and the trumpet Of deadly murder, spoil, and villany. calls us to the breach; and we talk, and, by Chrish, If not, why, in a moment, look to see do nothing; 'tis shame for us all: so God sa' m2, 'tis shame to stand still; it is shame, by my hand: and there is throats to be cut, and works to be done; and there ish nothing done, so Chrish sa' me, la. Kath. Diles moy en Anglois, le bras. Kath. De elbow. Je m'en faitz la repetition de tous les mots, que vous m'avez appris dès a present. Alice. Il est trop difficile, madame, comme je pense. Kath. Excusez moy, Alice; escoutez: De hand, de fingre, de nails, de arm, de bilbow. Alice. De elbow, madame. Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat? Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields; Our madams mock at us; and plainly say, Kath. O Seigneur Dieu! je m'en oublie; De el- Their bodies to the lust of English youth, bow. Comment appellez vous le col? Alice. De neck, madame. Kath. De neck: Et le menton? Alice. De chin. Kath. De sin. Le col, de neck: le menton, de sin. Alice. Ouy. Sauf vostre honneur; en verité vous prononces les mots aussi droict que les natifs d'Angleterre. Kath. Je ne donte point d'apprendre par la grace de Dieu; et en peu de temps. Alice. N'avez vous pas deja oublié ce que je vous ay enseignée ? Kath. Non, je recileray à vous promptement. De hand, de fingre, de mails. Alice. De nails, madame. Kath. De nails, de arme, de ilbow. To new-store France with bastard warriors. And teach lavoltasa high, and swift corantos; Fr. King. Where is Montjoy, the herald? speed Let him grect England with our sharp defiance.— 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 foot, et de con? O Seigneur Dieu! With penons' painted in the blood of Harfleur: ces sont mots de son mauvais, corruptible, grosse, Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow et impudique, et non pour les dames d'honneur Upon the valleys; whose low vassal seat d'user: Je ne voudrois prononcer ces mots devant The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon : les seigneurs de France, pour tout le monde. Go down upon him,-you have power enough,faut de foot, et de con, néant-moins. Je reciterai And in a captive chariot, into Rouen une autre fois ma leçon ensemble: De hand, de Bring him our prisoner." fingre, de nails, de arm, de elbow, de neck, de sin, Con. de foot, de con. Alice. Excellent, madame! Kath. C'est assez pour une fois; allons nous a disner. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-The same. Another room in the same. Enter the French King, the Dauphin, Duke of Bourbon, the Constable of France, and others. Fr. King. 'Tis certain, he hath pass'd the river Con. And if he be not fought withal, my lord, This becomes the great. Fr. King. Therefore, lord constable, haste on Fr. King. Be patient, for you shall remain with us. 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,1 Our scions, put in wild and savage stock, Spirt up so suddenly into the clouds, And overlook their grafters ? Bour. Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards! Mort de ma vie ! if they march along Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom, To buy a slobbery and a dirty farm In that nook-shotten2 isle of Albion. [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-The English camp in Picardy. Gow. How now, captain Fluellen? come you from the bridge? Flu. I assure you, there is very excellent service committed at the pridge. Gow. Is the duke of Exeter safe? Flu. The duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Con. Dieu de battailes! where have they this Agamemnon; and a man that I love and honour mettle? Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull? with my soul, and my heart, and my duty, and my life, and my livings, and my uttermost powers: he is not (Got be praised, and plessed!) any hurt in the 'orld; but keeps the pridge most valiantly, with excellent discipline. There is an ensign there st 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. Gow. What do you call him? Enter Pistol. Flu. Do you not know him? Here comes the man. Pist. Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours: The duke of Exeter doth love thee well. Flu. Ay, I praise Got; and I have merited some love at his hands. tuned oaths: And what a beard of the general's cut, and a horrid suit of the camp, will do among foaming bottles, and ale-washed wits, is wonderful to be thought on! But you must learn to know such slanders of the age, or else you may be marvellous mistook. Flu. I tell you what, captain Gower ;—I do perceive he is not the man that he would gladly make show to the 'orld he is; if I find a hole in his coat, I will tell him my mind. [Drum heard.] Hark you, the king is coming; and I must speak with him Pist. Bardolph, a soldier, firm and sound of from the pridge. Of buxom valour, hath,-by cruel fate, That stands upon the rolling restless stone, Enter King Henry, Gloster, and soldiers. Flu. Got pless your majesty! K. Hen. How now, Fluellen? camest thou from the bridge? Flu. By your patience, ancient Pistol. Fortune Flu. Ay, so please your majesty. The duke of is painted plind, with a muller2 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 galpainted 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 of fortune fortune, look you, is an excellent moral. Pist. Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him; For he hath stolen a pir,3 and hanged must a' A damned death! Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free, be, Therefore, go speak, the duke will hear thy voice; And let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut Pist. Why then rejoice therefore. K. Hen. What men have you lost, Fluellen? Flu. The perdition of th'athversary hath been very great, very reasonable great: marry, for my part, I think the duke hath lost never a man, but one that is like to be executed for robbing a church, jone Bardolph, if your majesty know the man his face is all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs, and flames of fire; and his lips plows at his nose, and it is like a coal of fire, sometimes plue, and sometimes red; but his nose is executed, and his fire's out. cut off:-and we give express charge, that in our marches through the country, there be nothing compelled from the villages, nothing taken but paid for: none of the French upbraided, or abused in disdainful language; For when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the K. Hen. We would have all such offenders so Flu. Certainly, ancient, it is not a thing to re-soonest winner. joice at: for if, look you, he were my brother, I would desire the duke to use his goot pleasure, and put him to executions; for disciplines ought to be used. Pist. Die and be damned; and figo for thy friendship! Flu. It is well. Pist. The fig of Spain! [Exit Pistol. Gow. Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal; 1 remember him now; a bawd, a cut-purse. Tucket sounds. Enter Montjoy. K. Hen. Well then, I know thee; What shall Mont. Thus says my king:-Say thou to Harry of England, Though we seemed dead, we did but sleep: Advantage is a better soldier, than rashness. Tell him, 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 off sion 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 face. (3) A small box in which were kept the consecrated wafers, (4) An allusion to the custom in Spain and Italy, of giving poisoned figs. (5) An entrenchment hastily thrown up. son, kneeling 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 oflice. K. Hen. What is thy name? I know thy quality. Mont. Montjoy. K. Hen. Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee back, And tell thy king,—I do not seek him now; Stand in our way. There's for thy labour, Montjoy. ness. Mont. I shall deliver so. Thanks to your high[Exit Montjoy. Glo. I hope they will not come upon us now. K. Hen. We are in God's hand, brother, not in theirs. Con. Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and excellent horse. Dau. It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. Orl. No more, cousin. Dau. Nay, the man hath no wit, that cannot, from the rising of the lark to the lodging of the lamb, vary deserved praise on my paitrey: it is a theme as fluent as the sea; turn the sands into eloquent tongues, and my horse is argument for them all: 'tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on, and for a sovereign's sovereign to ride on; and for the world (familiar to us, and unknown,) to lay apart their particular functions, and wonder at him. I once writ a sonnet in his praise, and began thus: Wonder of nature,— Orl. I have heard a sonnet begin so to one's mistress. Dau. Then did they imitate that which I composed to my courser; for my horse is my mistress. Orl. Your mistress bears well. Dau. Me well; which is the prescript praise and perfection of a good and particular mistress. Con. Ma foy! the other day, methought, your Mistress shrewdly shook your back. Dau. So, perhaps, did yours. Con. Mine was not bridled. Dau. O! then, belike, she was old and gentle; and I you rode, like a kernes of Ireland, your French hose off, and in your strait trossers." Con. You have good judgment in horsemanship. Dau. Be warned by me then: they that ride so, and ride not warily, fall into foul bogs; I had rather have my horse to my mistress. Con. I had as lief have my mistress a jade. Dau. I tell thee, constable, my mistress wears her own hair. Con. I could make as true a boast as that, if I had a sow to my mistress. Dau. Le chien est retourné à son propre vomisse March to the bridge; it now draws toward night :Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves; And on to-morrow bid them march away. [Exe. SCENE VII.-The French camp, near Agin-ment, et la truie lavée au bourbier: thou makest court. Enter the Constable of France, the Lord use of any thing. Rambures, the Duke of Orleans, Dauphin, and others. Con. Tut! I have the best armour of the world. 'Would, it were day! Orl. You have an excellent armour; but let my norse have his due. Con. It is the best horse of Europe. Dau. My lord of Orleans, and my lord high constable, you talk of horse and armour, Orl. You are as well provided of both, as any prince in the world. Con. Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress; or any such proverb, so little kin to the purpose. Ram. My lord constable, the armour, that I saw in your tent to-night, are those stars, or suns, upon it? Con. Stars, my lord. Dau. Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope. Con. And yet my sky shall not want. Dau. That may be, for you bear a many superfluously; and 'twere more honour, some were away. Con. Even as your horse bears your praises; who would trot as well, were some of your brags 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! He bounds from the earth, as row a mile, and my way shall be paved with Engif 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 morn earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of ing, for I would fain 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. Dau. And of the heat of the ginger. It is a peast for Perseus: he is pure air and fire; and the Ram. Who will go to hazard with me for twenty English prisoners? (3) Alluding to the bounding of tennis-balls, which were stuffed with hair, (4) Soldier, (5) Trowsers, |