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Or close the wall up witn our English dead! white-liver'd, and red-faced; by the means where. In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, of, 'a faces it out, but fights not. For Pistol,-he As modest stillness, and humility :

hath a killing tongue, and a quiet sword; by the But when the blast of war blows in our ears, means whereof 'a breaks words, and keeps whole Then imitate the action of the tiger ;

weapons. For Nym, he hath heard, that men of Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,

few words are the best men, and therefore he Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage : scorns to say his prayers, lest 'a should be thought Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;

a coward: but his few bad words are match'd with Let it pry through the portage of the head, as few good deeds; for 'a never broke any man's Like the brass cannon ; let the brow o'erwhelm it, head but his own; and that was against a post, As fearfully, as doth a galled rock

when he was drunk. They will steal any thing, O'er hang and jutty his confounded base,

and call it,-purchase. Bardolph stole a lute-case; Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.

bore it twelve leagues, and sold it for three halfNow set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide; pence. Nym and Bardolph are sworn brothers in Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit filching; and in Calais they stole a fire-shovel : I To his full height !-On, on, you noblest English, knew, by that piece of service, the men would carry Whose blood is set from fathers of war-proof! coals. They would have ine as familiar with men's Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders,

pockets, as their gloves or their handkerchiefs : Have, in these parts, from morn till even fought, which makes much against my manhood, if I And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument. should take from another's pocket, to put into Dishonour not your mothers; now attest,

mine; for it is plain pocketing up of wrongs. I That those, whom you call fathers, did beget you ! must leave them, and seek some better service: Be copy now to men of grosser blood,

their villainy goes against my weak stomach, and And teach them how to war l-and you, good therefore I must cast it up.

[Exit Boy yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here

Re-enter Fluellen, Gower following. The mettle of your pasture; let us swear

Gon. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt to the mines; the duke of Gloster would speak with not ;

you. For there is none of you so mean and base,

Flu. To the mines ! tell you the duke, it is not That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.

so good to come to the mines: For, look you, the I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, mines is not according to the disciplines of the war; Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; the concavities of it is not sufficient; for, look you, Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge, th' athversary (you may discuss unto the duke, Cry-God for Harry! England ! and Saint George! look you,) is dight himself four yards under the [Exeunt. Alarum, and chambers go off countermines; by Cheshu, I think, 'a will plow up

all, if there is not better directions. SCENE II.-The same.

Gon. The duke of Gloster, to whom the order of

the siege is given, is altogether directed by an Forces pass over; then enter Nym, Bardolph, Pistol, Irishman; a very valiant gentleman, i'faith. and Boy.

Flu. It is captain Macmorris, is it not ?

Gow. I think, it be. Bard. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the breach !

Flu. By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the 'orld : I

will verify as much in his peard : he has no more Nym. 'Pray thee, corporal, stay; the knocks are directions in the true disciplines of the wars, look too hot; and, for mine own part, I have not a case you, of the Roman disciplines, than is a puppyof lives : the humour of it is too hot, that is the

dog. rery plain-song of it. Pist. The plain-song is most just ; for humours Enter Macmorris and Jamy, at a distance.

do abound;
Knocks go and come: God's vassals drop and die; tain Jamy, with him.

Gon. Here 'a comes; and the Scots captain, cap.
And sword and shield,
In bloody field,

Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous gen-
Doth win immortal fame.

tleman, that is certain : and of great expedition, Boy, 'Would I were in an alehouse in London !

and knowledge, in the ancient wars, upon my par. I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and will maintain his argument as well as any military

ticular knowledge of his directions : by Cheshu, he safety.

man in the 'orld, in the disciplines of the pristine Pist. And I : If wishes would prevail with me,

wars of the Romans. My purpose should not fail with me,

Jamy. I say, gud-day, captain Fluellen.

Flu. God-den to your worship, goot captain But thither would I hie.

Jamy. Boy. As duly, but not as truly, as bird doth sing on bough.

Gow. How now, captain Macmorris ? have you

quit the mines ? have the pioneers given o'er ? Enter Fluellen.

Mac. By Chrish la, tish ill done : the work ish

give over, the trumpet sound the retreat. By Flu. Got's plood Up to the preaches, you ras- my hand, I swear, and by my father's soul, the cals! will you not up to the preaches ?

work ish ill done; it ish give over: I would have [Driving them forward. blowed up the town, so Chrish save me, la, in an Pist. Be merciful, great duke, to men of mould! hour. O, tish ill done, tish ill done; by my hand, Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage !

tish ill done! Abate thy rage, great duke !

Flu. Captain Macmorris, I peseech you now, Good bawcock, bate thy rage! use lenity, sweet will you voutsafe me, look you, a few disputations chuck!

with you, as partly touching or concerning the Nym. These be good humours !-your honour disciplines of the war, the Roman wars, in the wins bad humours.

way of argument, look you, and friendly communi. [Exeunt Nym, Pistol, and Bardolph, cation; partly, to satisfy my opinion, and partly,

followed by Fluellen. for the satisfaction, look you, of my mind, as touchBoy. As young as I am, I have observed these ing the direction of the military discipline; that is three swashers. I am boy to them all three ; but the point. all they three, though they would serve me, could Jamy. It sall be very gud, gud feith, gud cap. not be man to me: for, indeed, three such anticks tains bath : and I sall quit you with guď leve, as do not amount to a man. For Bardolph - he is I may pick occasion; that sall I, marry.

Mac. It is no time to discourse, so Chrish save | The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand me, the day is hot, and the weather, and the wars, Defile the locks of your shrill shrieking daughters ; and the king, and the dukes; it is no time to dis. Your fathers taken by the silver beards, course. The town is beseeched, and the trumpet And their most reverend heads dash'd to the calls us to the breach; and we talk, and, by Chrish,

walls; do nothing; 'tis shame for us all : so God sa' me, Your naked infants spitted upon pikes; 'tis shame to stand still ; it is shame, by my hand : Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confus'd and there is throats to be cut, and works to be Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry done; and there ish nothing done, so Chrish sa' At Herod's bloody-hunting slaughtermen. me, la.

What say you ? will you yield, and this avoid ? Jamy. By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine take Or, guilty in desence, be thus destroy'd ? themselves to slumber, aile do gude service, or aile Gov. Our expectation hath this day an end : ligge i'the grund for it; ay, or go to death; and The Dauphin, whom of succour we entreated, aile pay it as valorously as I may, that sal I surely Returns us-that his powers are not yet ready do, that is the breff and the long: Mary, I wad To raise so great a siege. Therefore, dread king, full fain heard some question 'tween you 'tway. We yield our town, and lives, to thy soft mercy :

Flu. Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, un- Enter our gates ; dispose of us, and ours;
der your correction, there is not many of your For we no longer are defensible.

K. Hen. Open your gates.- Come, uncle Exeter,
Mac. Of my nation? What ish my nation ? ish Go you and enter Harfleur; there remain,
a villain, and a bastard, and a knave, and a rascal ? And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French:
What ish my nation? Who talks of my nation ? Use mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle,-

Flu. Look you, if you take the matter otherwise The winter coming on, and sickness growing than is meant, captain Macmorris, peradventure, Upon our soldiers,---we'll retire to Calais. I shall think you do not use me with that affability To-night in Harfleur will we be your guest ; as in discretion you ought to use me, look you; To-morrow for the march are we addrest. being as goot a man as yourself, both in the disci

(Flourish. The King, &c. enter the toren. plines of wars, and in the derivation of my birth, and in other particularities.

SCENE IV.- Rouen. A Room in the Palace. Mac. I do not know you so good a man as myself: so Chrish save me, I will cut off your head.

Enter Katharine and Alice. Gow. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each Kath. Alice, tu as este en Angleterre, et tu parles other.

bien le language. Jamy. Au! that's a foul fault.

Alice. Un peu, madame.

[A parley sounded. Kath. Je te prie, m'enseigneus ; il faut que j'apGor. The town sounds a parley.

prenne a parler. Comment appellez vous la main, en Flu. Captain Macmorris, when there is more Anglois ? better opportunity to be required, look you, I will Alice. La main ? elle est appellee, de hand. be so bold as to tell you, I know the disciplines of Kath. De hand. Et les doigts war; and there is an end.

Ereunt. Alice. Les doigts? ma foy, je oublie les doigts,

mais je me souviendray. Les doigts ? je pense, qu'ils SCENE II.-The same. Before the Gates of sont appelle de fingres; ouy, de fingres. Harfleur.

Kath. La main, de hand; les doigts, de fingres. The Governor and some Citizens on the walls; the Je pense, que je suis le bon escolier. J'ay gagne deruz English Forces below. Enter King Henry and

mots d'Anglois vistement. Comment appellez tous hie Train.

les ongles !

Alice. Les ongles : les appellons, de nails. K. Hen. How yet resolves the governor of the

Kath. De nails. Escoutez ; dites moy, si je parle town?

bien : de hand, de fingres, de nails. This is the latest parle we will admit:

Alice. C'est bien dit, madame ; il est fort bon Therefore, to our best mercy give yourselves; Anglois. Or like to men proud of destruction,

Kath. Dites moy en Anglois, le bras. Defy us to our worst : for, as I am a soldier,

Alice. De arm, madame. (A name, that, in my thoughts, becomes me best,)

Kath. Et le coude. If I begin the battery once again,

Alice. De elbow. I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur,

Kath. De elbow. Je m'en faitz la repetition de Till in her ashes she lle buried.

tous les mots, que vous m'avez appris des a present. The gates of mercy shall be all shut up;

Alice. Il est trop difficile, madame, comme je pense. And the flesh'd soldier,-rough and hard of Kath. Ercusez moy, Alice ; escoutez : De hand, heart,

de fingre, de nails, de arm, de bilbow. In liberty of bloody hand, shall range

Alice. De elbow, madame. With conscience wide as hell; mowing like grass

Kath. o Seigneur Dieu ! je m'en oublie ; De
Your fresh-fair virgins and your flowering infants. elbow. Comment appellez vous le col 1
What is it then to me, if impious war,

Alice. De neck, madame.
Array'd in flames, like to the prince of fiends,- Kath. De neck : Et le menton!
Do, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats Alice. De chin.
Enlink'd to waste and desolation

Kath. De sin. Le col, de neck: le menton, de What is't to me, when you yourselves are cause,

sin. If your pure maidens fall into the hand

Alice. Ouy. Sauf rostre honneur : Of hot and forcing violation ?

vous prononces les mots aussi droict que les natifs What rein can hold licentious wickedness, d'Angleterre. When down the hill he holds his fierce career ? Kath. Je ne doute point d'apprendre par la grace We may as bootless spend our vain command de Dieu , et en peu de temps. Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil,

Alice. N'avez vous pas deja oublie ce que je vous As send precepts to the Leviathan

ay enseignee To coine ashore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur, Kath. Non, je reciteray e vous promptement. Take pity of your town, and of your people, De hand, de fingre, de mails,Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command; Alice. De nails, madame. Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace Kath. De nails, de arme, de ilbow. O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds

Alice. Sauf vostre honneur, de elbow. Of deadly murder, spoil, and villainy.

Kath. Ainsi dis je ; de elbow, de neck, et de sin If not, why, in a moment, look to see

Comment appellet vous le pieds et la robe ?

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Alice. De foot, madame ; et de con.

Sorry am I, his numbers are so few, Kath. De foot, et de con ? O Seigneur Dieu ! ces His soldiers sick, and famish'd in their march sont mots de son mauvais, corruptible, grosse, et im- For, I am sure, when he shall see our army, pudique, et non pour les dames d'honneur d'user : Je He'll drop his heart into the sink of fear, ne voudrois prononcer ces mots devant les Seign urs de And, for achievement, offer us his ransome. France, pour tout le monde. Il faut de foot, et de con, Fr. King. Therefore, lord constable, haste on neant-moins. Je reciterai une autre fois ma lecon Montjoy ; ensemble : De hand, de fingre, de nails, de arm, de And let him say to England, that we send elbow, de neck, de sin, de foot, de con.

To know what willing ransome he will give.Alice. Excellent, madame!

Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Rouen. Kath. C'est assez pour une fois ; allons nous a Dau. Not so, I do beseech your majesty. disner.

(Exeunt. Fr. King. Be patient, for you shall remain with SCENE V.-The same. Another Room in the Now, forth, lord constable, and princes all;

And quickly bring us word of England's fall, Enter the French King, the Dauphin, Duke of

[Exeunt. Bourbon, the Constable of France, and others.

SCENE VI.--The English Camp in Picardy. Fr. King. "Tis certain he hath pass'd the river Some.

Enter Gower and Fluellen. Con. And if he be not fought withal, my lord, Gon. How now, captain Fluellen ? come you Let us not live in France; let us quit all,

from the bridge ? And give our vineyards to a barbarous people. Flu. I assure you, there is very excellent service

Dau. O Dieu vivant ! shall a few sprays of us, committed at the pridge. The emptying of our fathers' luxury,

Gon. Is the duke of Exeter safe? Our scions, put in wild and savage stock,

Flu. The duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Spurt up so suddenly into the clouds,

Agamemnon ; and a mar that I love and honour And overlook their grafters ?

with my soul, and my heart, and my duty, and my Bour. Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman life, and my livings, and my uttermost powers: he bastards!

is not, (God be praised and plessed !) any hurt in Mort de ma vie ! if they march along

the 'orld; but keeps the pridge most valiantly, with Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom, excellent discipline. There is an ensign there at To buy a slobbery and a dirty farm

the pridge, I think, in my very conscience, he is In that nook-shotten isle of Albion.

as valiant as Mark Antony ; and he is a man of no Con Dieu de battailes ! where have they this estimation in the 'orld: but I did see him do galmettle ?

lant service. Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull ?

Gow. What do you call him ? On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale,

Flu. He is called-ancient Pistol. Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden Gov. I know him not.

water, A drench for sur-rein'd jades, their barley broth,

Enter Pistol. Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat ? And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine, Flu. Do you not know him ? Here comes the Seem frosty ? Ó, for honour of our land,

man. Let us not hang like roping icicles

Pist. Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours : Upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty The duke of Exeter doth love thee well. people

Flu. Ay, I praise Got; and I have merited some Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields; love at his hands. Poor-we may call thein, in their native lords. Pist. Bardolph, a soldier, firm and sound of Dau. By faith and honour,

heart, Our madams mock at us; and plainly say,

Of buxom valour, hath-by cruel fate, Our mettle is bred out; and they will give And giddy fortune's furious fickle wheel, Their bodies to the lust of English youth,

That goddess blind, To new-store France with bastard warriors. That stands upon the rolling restless stone,Bour. They bid us to the English dancing- Flu. By your patience, ancient Pistol. Fortune schools,

is painted plind, with a muffler before her eyes, to And teach la voltas high, and swift corantos; signify to you that fortune is plind : And she is Saying, our grace is only in our heels,

painted also with a wheel; to signify to you, which And that we are most lofty runaways.

is the moral of it, that she is turning, and inconFr. King. Where is Montjoy, the herald ? speed stant, and variations, and mutabilities : and her him hence;

foot, look you, is fixed upon a spherical stone, Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.- which rolls, and rolls, and rolls ;-In good truth, Up, princes; and, with spirit of honour edg'd, the poet is make a most excellent description of More sharper than your swords, hie to the field : fortune: fortune, look you, is an excellent moral. Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France; Pist. Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns or. You dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berry,

him; Alençon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy;

For he hath stol'n a pix, and hanged must 'a be. Jaques Chatillion, Rambures, Vaudemont, A damned death! Beaumont, Grandpre, Roussi, and Fauconberg, Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free, Foir, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois; And let not hemp his wind-pipe suffocate: High dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and But Exeter hath given the doom of death, knights,

For pix of little price. For your great seats, now quit you of great shames, Therefore, go speak, the duke will hear thy voice; Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land And let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut With pennons painted in the blood of Harfleur : With edge of penny cord, and vile reproach : Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow

Speak, captain, for his life, and I will thee requite. Upon the vallies : whose low vassal seat

Flu. Ancient l'istol, I do partly understand your The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon : meaningi Go down upon him,-you have power enough,- Pist. Why then rejoice therefore, And in a captive chariot, into Rouen

Flu. Certainly, ancient, it is not a thing to reBring him our prisoner.

joice at: for it, look you, he were my brother, I Con.

This becomes the great. I would desire the duke to use his goot pleasure, and

put him to executions ; for disciplines ought to be must proportion the losses we have borne, the subused.

jects we have lost, the disgrace we have digested; Pist. Die and be damn'd; and figo for thy friend. which, in weight to re-answer, his pettiness would ship.

bow under. For our losses, his exchequer is too Flu. It is well.

poor ; for the effusion of our blood, the muster of Pist. The fig of Spain !

[Exit Pistol. his kingdom too faint a number; and for our dis. Flu. Very good.

grace, his own person, kneeling at our feet, but a Gon. Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal ; weak and worthless satisfaction. To this add-deI remember him now; a bawd; a cutpurse. fiance : and tell him, for conclusion, he hath be

Flu. I'll assure you, 'a utter'd as prave 'ords at trayed his followers, whose condemnation is prothe pridge, as you shall see in a summer's day: But nounced. So far my king and master; so much my it is very well; what he has spoke to me, that is oftice. well, I warrant you, when time is serve.

K. Hen. What is thy name? I know thy quality Gon. Why, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue ; that now Mont. Montjoy. and then goes to the wars, to grace himself, at his K. Hen. Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee return into London, under the form of a soldier.

back, And such fellows are perfect in great commanders' And tell thy king, I do not seek him now; names : and they will learn you by rote, where ser. But could be willing to march on to Calais vices were done ;-at such and such a sconce, at Without impeachment : for, to say the sooth, such a breach, at such a convoy; who came off (Though 'tis no wisdom to confess so much bravely, who was shot, who disgraced, what terms Unto an enemy of craft and vantage,) the enemy stood on; and this they con perfectly in My people are with sickness much enfeebled ; the phrase of war, which they trick up with new. My numbers lessen'd ; and those few I have, tuned vaths : And what a beard the general's cut, Almost no better than so many French : and a horrid suit of the camp, will do among foam Who when they were in health, I tell thee, herald, ing bottles, and ale-washed wits, is wonderful to be I thought, upon one pair of English legs thought on! but you must learn to know such slan. Did march ihree Frenchmen.Yet, forgive me, ders of the age, or else you may be marvellous mis. God, took.

That I do brag thus !--this your air of France Flu. I tell you what, captain Gower ;-I do per- Hath blown that vice in me; I must repent. ceive, he is not the man that he would gladly make Go, therefore, tell thy master, here I am ; show to the 'orld he is; if I find a hole in his coat, My ransome, is this frail and worthless trunk; I will tell hiin my mind. (Drum heard.) Hark you, My army, but a weak and sickly guard ; the king is coming ; And I must speak with him Yet, God before, tell him we will

come on, from the pridge.

Though France himself, and such another neigh

bour, Enter King Henry, Gloster, and Soldiers.

Stand in our way. There's for thy labour, Montjoy. Flu. Got pless your majesty!

Go bid thy master well advise himself : K. Hen. How now, Fluellen ? camest thou from If we may pass, we will ; if we be hinder'd, the bridge ?

We shall your tawny ground with your red blood Flu. Ay, so please your majesty. The duke of Discolour : and so, Montjoy, fare you well. Exeter has very gallantly maintained the pridge : The sum of all our answer is but this : the French is gone off, look you; and there is gal. We would not seek a battle, as we are : lant and most prave passages : Marry, th'athversary Nor as we are, we say, we will not shun it; was have possession of the pridge ; but he is en So tell your master. forced to retire, and the duke of Exeter is master of Mont. I shall deliver so. Thanks to your highthe pridge : I can tell your majesty, the duke is a


(Exit Montjoy. prave man.

Glo. I hope, they will

not come upon us now. K. Hen. What men have you lost, Fluellen ? K. Hen. We are in God's hand, brother, not in Flu. The perdition of th'ath versary hath been

theirs. very great, very reasonable great : marry, for my March to the bridge ; it now draws toward night, part, I think the duke hath lost never a man, but Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves ; one that is like to be executed for robbing a church, And on to-morrow bid them march away, one Bardolph, if your majesty know the man : his

(Ereunt. face is all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs, and flames of fire; and his lips plows at his nose, and it SCENE VII.-The French Camp, near Agincourt. is like a coal of fire, sometimes plue, and sometimes Enter the Constable of France, the Lord Rambures, red; but his nose is executed, and his fire's out. K. Hen. We would have all such oftenders so

the Duke of Orleans, Dauphin, and others. cut off :-and we give express charge, that, in our Con. Tut! I have the best armour of the world.marches through the country, there be nothing com- 'Would it were day! pelled from the villages, nothing taken but paid Orl, You have an excellent armour ; but let my for ; none of the French upbraided, or abused in horse have his due. disdainful language; For when lenity and cruelty Con. It is the best horse of Europe. play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the Orl, Will it never be morning ? soonest winner.

Dau. My lord of Orleans, and my lord high conTucket sounds. Enter Montjoy.

stable, you talk of horse and armour,

Orl. You are as well provided of both as any Mont. You know me by my habit.

prince in the world. K. Hen. Well then, I know thee; What shall I Dau. What a long night is this ! I will not know of thee ?

change my horse with any that treads but on four Mont. My master's mind.

pasterns. Ca, ha! He bounds from the earth, as if K. Hen. Unfold it.

his entrails were hairs ; le cheval volant, the PegaMont. Thus says my king :- Say thou to Harry of sus, qui a les narines de feu ! When I bestride him, England, Though we seemed dead, we did but sleep; I soar, I am a hawk : he trots the air ; the earth Advantage is a better soldier than rashness. Tell sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his him, we could have rebuked him at Harfleur : but hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes. that we thought not good to bruise an injury, till Orl, He's of the colour of the nutmeg. it were fuil ripe :- now we speak upon our cue, and Dau. And of the heat of the ginger. It is a beast our voice is imperial: England shall repent his folly, for Perseus : he is pure air and fire; and the dull see his weakness, and admire our sufferance. Bid elements of earth and water never appear in him, him, therefore, consider of his ransome : which but only in patient stillness, while his rider mounts

him: he is, indeed, a horse ; and all other jades Con. Doing is activity; and he will still be you may call-beasts.

doing Con. Indeed, my lords, it is a most absolute and Orl. He never did harm, that I heard of. excellent horse.

Con. Nor will do none to-morrow: he will keep Dau. It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is that good name still. like the bidding of a monarch, and his counte- Orl. I know him to be valiant. nance enforces homage.

Con. I was told that, by one that knows him Orl. No more, cousin.

better than you. Dau. Nay, the man hath no wit, that cannot, Orl. What's he? from the rising of the lark to the lodging of the Con. Marry, he told me so himself; and he said, lamb, vary deserved praise on my palfrey : it is a he cared not who knew it. theme as fluent as the sea ; turn the sands into elo- Orl. He needs not, it is no hidden virtue in him. quent tongues, and my horse is argument for them Con. By my faith, sir, but it is; never any body all : 'tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on, and saw it, but his lackey: 'tis a hooded valour; and, for a sovereign's sovereign to ride on : and for the when it appears, it will bate. world (familiar to us, and unknown,) to lay apart

Orl. Ill will never said well. their particular functions, and wonder at him. I Con. I will cap that proverb with-There is flat. once writ a sonnet in his praise, and began thus : tery in friendship. Wonder of nature,

Orl. And I will take up that with-Give the Orl. I have heard a sonnet begin so to one's devil his due. mistress.

Con. Well placed ; there stands your friend for Dau. Then did they imitate that which I com- the devil : have at the very eye of that proverb, posed to my courser ; for my horse is my mistress. With-A pox of the devil. Orl. Your mistress bears well.

Orl. You are the better at proverbs, by how much Dau. Me well ; which is the prescript praise and -A fool's bolt is soon shot. perfection of a good and particular mistress.

Con. You have shot over. Con. Ma foy? the other day, methought, your

Orl, 'Tis not the first time you were overshot. mistress shrewdly shook your back.

Enter a Messenger.
Dau. So, perhaps, did yours.
Con. Mine was not bridled.

Mess. My lord high constable, the English lie Dau. Od then, belike, she was old and gentle; within fifteen hundred paces of your tent. and you rode, like a Kerne of Ireland, your French hose off, and in your straight trossers.

Mess. The lord Grandpre. Con. You have good judgment in horsemanship.

Con. A valiant and most expert gentleman.Dau. Be warned by me then : they that ride so, Would it were day - Alas, poor Harry of England? and ride not warily, fall into foul bogs; I had ra- he longs not for the dawning, as we do. ther have my horse to my mistress.

Orl. What a wretched and peevish fellow is this Con. I had as lief have my mistress a jade. king of England, to mope with his fat-brained fol. Dau. I tell thee, constable, my mistress wears lowers so far out of his knowledge ! her own hair.

Con. If the English had any apprehension, they Con. I could make as true a boast as that, if I would run away. had a sow to my mistress.

Orl. That they lack; for if their heads had any Dau. Le chien est retourne a son propre vomisse- intellectual armour, they could never wear, such ment, et la truie lavee au bourbier : thou makest use heavy head-pieces. of any thing.

Ram. That island of England breeds very valiant Con. Yet do I not use my horse for my mis- creatures; their mastiffs are of unmatchable coutress; or any such proverb, so little kin to the pur- rage. pose.

Orl. Foolish curs ! that run winking into the Ram. My lord constable, the armour that I saw mouth of a Russian bear, and have their heads in your tent to-night, are those stars, or suns, upon crushed like rotten apples : You niay as well say, it?

that's a valiant flea, that dare eat his breakfast on Con. Stars, my lord.

the lip of a lion. Dau. Some of them will fall to-morrow, I

Con. Just, just; and the men do sympathize with hope.

the mastiffs, in robustious and rough coming on, Con. And yet my sky shall not want.

leaving their wits with their wives : and then give Dau. That may be, for you bear a many super- them great meals of beef, and iron and steel, they fluously; and 'twere more honour, some were will eat like wolves, and fight like devils. away.

Orl. Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of Con. Even as your horse bears your praises; who beef. would trot as well, were some of your brags dis- Con. Then we shall find to-morrow - they have mounted.

only stomachs to eat, and none to fight. Now is it Dau. 'Would, I were able to load him with his time to arm : Come, shall we about it? desert! Will it never be day? I will trot to-mor

Orl. It is now two o'clock : bat, let me see,-by row a mile, and my way shall be paved with English faces,

We shall have cach a hundred Englishmen. Con. I will not say so, for fear I should be faced

Rreunt. out of my way: But I would it were morning, for I would fain be about the ears of the English. Ram. Who will go to hazard with me for twenty

ACT IV. English Prisoners so

Enter Chorus. Con. You must first go yourself to hazard, ere you have them.

Chor. Now entertain conjecture of a time, Dau. 'Tis midnight, I'll go arm myself. [Erit. When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Orl. The Dauphin longs for morning.

Fills the wide vessel of the universe. Ram. He longs to eat the English.

From camp to camp, through the foul womb of Con. I think, he will eat all he kills.

night, Orl. By the white hand of my lady, he's a gallant The hum of either army stilly sounds, prince.

That the fix'd sentinels almost receive Con. Swear by her foot, that she may tread out The secret whispers of each other's watch: the oath.

Fire answers fire: and through their paly flames Orl. He is, simply, the most actire gentieman of Each battle sees the other's umber'd face: France.

Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs


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