green fields. Dau.

'A made a finer end, and went away, an it had For England his approaches makes as fierce,
been any christom' child; 'a parted even just be- As waters to the sucking of a gulf.
tween twelve and one, e'en al turning o'the tide; It fits us then, to be as provident
for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and As fear may teach us, out of late examples
play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, Left by the fatal and neglected English
knew there was but one way; for his nose was Upon our fields.
as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of
My most redoubted father,
How now, sir John? quoth I: what, man! be of It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe:
good cheer. So 'a cried out-God, God, God! For peace itself should not so dull a kingdom,
three or four times: now I, to comfort him, bid (Though war, nor no known quarrel, were in
him, 'a should not think of God; I hoped, there
question,)
was no need to trouble himself with any such But that defences, musters, preparations,
thoughts yet: So, 'a bade me lay more clothes on Should be maintain'd, assembled, and collected,
his feet: I put my hand into the bed, and felt them, As were a war in expectation.
and they were as cold as any stone; then I felt to Therefore, I say, 'tis meet we all go forth,
his knees, and so upward, and upward, and all To view the sick and feeble parts of France:
was as cold as any stone.
And let us do it with no show of fear;

Nym. They say, he cried out for sack.
Quick. Ay, that 'a did.

Bard. And of women.
Quick, Nay, that 'a did not.

No, with no more, than if we heard that England,
Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance:
For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd,
Her sceptre so fantastically borne

Boy. Yes, that 'a did; and said, they were devils incarnate.

By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth,
That fear attends her not.

Quick. 'A could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he never liked.

Boy. 'A said once, the devil would have him about women.

Quick. 'A did in some sort, indeed, handle women but then he was rheumatic; and talked of the whore of Babylon.

Boy. Do you not remember, 'a saw a flea stick And you shall find, his vanities fore-spent upon Bardolph's nose; and 'a said, it was a black Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus, soul burning in hell-fire? Covering discretion with a coat of folly; As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots That shall first spring, and be most delicate.

Bard. Well, the fuel is gone, that maintained that fire: that's all the riches I got in his service. Nym. Shall we shog off? the king will be gone from Southampton.

Pist. Come, let's away.-My love, give me thy
lips.
Look to my chattels, and my moveables:
Let senses rule; the word is, Pitch and Pay;
Trust none;

Con.
O peace, prince dauphin!
You are too much mistaken in this king:
Question your grace the late ambassadors,-
With what great state he heard their embassy.
How well supplied with noble counsellors,
How modest in exception, and, withal,
How terrible in constant resolution,-

Fr. King. Thus come the English with full power

upon us;

And more than carefully it us concerns,
To answer royally in our defences.
Therefore the dukes of Berry, and of Bretagne,
Of Brabant, and of Orleans, shall make forth,-
And you, prince dauphin,-with all swift despatch,
To line, and new repair, our towns of war,
With men of courage, and with means defendant:

For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,
And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck;
Therefore, caveto be thy counsellor.
Go, clear thy crystals.-Yoke-fellows in arms,
Let us to France! like horse-leeches, my boys;
To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!
Boy. And that is but unwholesome food, they say.
Pist. Touch her soft mouth, and march.
Bard. Farewell, hostess.
[Kissing her.
Nym. I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it;
but adieu.

Pist. Let housewifery appear; keep close, I thee
command.

Quick. Farewell; adieu.

SCENE IV.-France.

Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,[Exeunt. Saw his heroical seed, and smil'd to see him Mangle the work of nature, and deface French The patterns that by God and by French fathers King's palace. Enter the French King attended; Had twenty years been made. This is a stem the Dauphin, the Duke of Burgundy, the Consta- Of that victorious stock; and let us fear ble, and others. The native nightiness and fate of him.

A room in the

Enter a Messenger.

(1) A child not more than a month old.
(2) Mrs. Quickly means lunatic.
(3) Dry thy eyes.

Dau. Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable,
But though we think it so, it is no matter:
In cases of defence, 'tis best to weigh
The enemy more mighty than he seems,
So the proportions of defence are fill'd;
Which, of a weak and niggardly projection,
Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat, with scanting
A little cloth.

Fr. King. Think we king Harry strong;
And, princes, look, you strongly arm to meet him.
The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us;
And he is bred out of that bloody strain,"
That haunted us in our familiar paths:
Witness our too much memorable shame,
When Cressy battle fatally was struck,
And all our princes captiv'd, by the hand
Of that black name, Edward black prince of Wales;
Whiles that his mountain sire,-
-on mountain
standing,

Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it,
Were it the mistress court of mighty Europe:

Runs far before them. Good my sovereign,
Take up the English short; and let them know
Of what a monarchy you are the head:
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
As self-neglecting.

Dau. Turn head, and stop pursuit: for coward] dogs Must spend their mouths, when what they seem to And, be assur'd, you'll find a difference threaten, (As we, his subjects, have in wonder found,) Between the promise of his greener days, And these he masters now; now he weighs time, Even to the utmost grain; which you shall read In your own losses, if he stay in France. Fr. King. To-morrow shall you know our mind at full.

Exe. Despatch us with all speed, lest that our king

Re-enter Lords, with Exeter and train.
Fr. King.
From our brother England?
Exe. From him; and thus he greets your majesty.
He wills you, in the name of God Almighty,
That you divest yourself, and lay apart
The borrow'd glories, that, by gift of heaven,
By law of nature, and of nations, 'long
To him, and to his heirs; namely, the crown,
And all wide-stretched honours that pertain,
By custom and the ordinance of times,
Unto the crown of France. That you may know,
'Tis no sinister, nor no awkward claim,
Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days,
Nor from the dust of old oblivion rak'd,
He sends you this most memorable line,

[Gives a paper.

In every branch truly demonstrative;
Willing you, overlook this pedigree:
And, when you find him evenly deriv'd
From his most fam'd of famous ancestors,
Edward the third, he bids you then resign
Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held
From him the native and true challenger.

Fr. King. Or else what follows?
Exe. Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crown
Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it:
And therefore in fierce tempest is he coming,
In thunder, and in earthquake, like a Jove;
(That, if requiring fail, he will compel ;)
And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord,
Deliver up the crown; and to take mercy
On the poor souls, for whom this hungry war
Opens his vasty jaws and on your head
Turns he the widows' tears, the orphans' cries,
The dead men's blood, the pining maidens' groans,
For husbands, fathers, and betrothed lovers,
That shall be swallow'd in this controversy.
This is his claim, his threat'ning, and my message;
Unless the dauphin be in presence here,
To whom expressly I bring greeting too.

Fr. King. For us, we will consider of this further:
To-morrow shall you bear our full intent
Back to our brother England.

Dau.

For the dauphin,
I stand here for him; What to him from England?
Exe. Scorn, and defiance; slight regard, con-
tempt,

And any thing that may not misbecome
The mighty sender, doth he prize you at.
Thus says my king: and, if your father's highness
Do not, in grant of all demands at large,
Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty,
He'll call you to so hot an answer for it,
That caves and womby vaultages of France
Shall chide your trespass, and return your mock
In second accent of his ordnance.

Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply,
It is against my will: for I desire
Nothing but odds with England; to that end,
As matching to his youth and vanity,
I did present him with those Paris balls.

Resound, echo.

(3)

(2) Bank or shore.

Come here himself to question our delay;
For he is footed in this land already.

Fr. King. You shall be soon dispatch'd, with fair conditions:

A night is but small breath, and little pause,
To answer matters of this consequence.

[Exeunt.

ACT III.

Enter Chorus.

Cho. Thus with imagin'd wing our swift scene flies, In motion of no less celerity

Than that of thought. Suppose, that you have seen
The well-appointed king at Hampton pier
Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet
With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning.
Play with your fancies; and in them behold,
Upon the hempen tackle, ship-boys climbing:
To sounds confus'd: behold the threaden sails,
Hear the shrill whistle, which doth order give
Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea,
Breasting the lofty surge: 0, do but think,
You stand upon the rivage2 and behold
A city on the inconstant billows dancing;
For so appears this fleet majestical,
Holding due course to Hardeur. Follow, follow!
Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy;
Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old women,
And leave your England, as dead midnight, still,
Either past, or not arriv'd to, pith and puissance:
With one appearing hair, that will not follow
For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd
These cull'd and choice-drawn cavaliers to France?
Behold the ordnance on their carriages,
Work, work, your thoughts, and therein see a siege:
With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.
Suppose, the ambassador from the French comes

back;

Tells Harry-that the king doth offer him
Katharine his daughter; and with her, to dowry,
Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms.
The offer likes not: and the nimble gunner
With linstock now the devilish cannon touches,
[Alarum: and chambers' go off.
And down goes all before them. Still be kind,
And eke out our performance with your mind.
[Exit.
SCENE I.-The same. Before Harfleur. Ala-
rums. Enter King Henry, Exeter, Bedford,
Gloster, and soldiers, with scaling-ladders.

K. Hen. Once more unto the breach, dear friends,
once more;

Or close the wall up with our English dead!

(4) The staff which holds the match used in firing

cannon.

(5) Small pieces of ordnance.

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

Nym. These be good humours!-yo wins bad humours.

But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage:
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let it pry through the portage of the head,
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it, not amount to a man. For Bardolph,-
As fearfully, as doth a galled rock

[Exeunt Nym, Pistol, and Bar lowed by Fluellen. Boy. As young as I am, I have obse three swashers. I am boy to them all thr they three, though they would serve me, be man to me; for, indeed, three such

O'erhang and jutty' his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean."
Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide;
Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit
To his full height!-On, on, you noblest English,
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders,
Have, in these parts, from morn till even fought,
And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument.4
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest,
That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget
you!

Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war!-And you, goo
yeomen,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt

not;

For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot;
Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge,
Cry-God for Harry! England! and Saint George!
[Exeunt. Alarum, and chambers go off.
SCENE II.-The same. Forces pass over; then
enter Nym, Bardolph, Pistol, and Boy.

Bard. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the

breach!

a

Nym. 'Pray thee, corporal, stay; the knocks are too hot; and, for mine own part, I have not case of lives: the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain-song of it. Pist. The plain-song is most just; for humours

livered, and red-faced; by the means faces it out, but fights not. For Pistol,killing tongue, and a quiet sword; by whereof 'a breaks words, and keeps whol For Nym,-he hath heard, that men of are the best men; and therefore he se his prayers, lest 'a should be thought a co his few bad words are match'd with a deeds; for 'a never broke any man's he own; and that was against a post, wi drunk. They will steal any thing, and purchase. Bardolph stole a lute-case twelve leagues, and sold it for three Nym and Bardolph, are sworn brothers: and in Calais they stole a fire-shovel: that piece of service, the men would ea They would have me as familiar with me as their gloves or their handkerchiefs: w much against my manhood, if I should another's pocket, to put into mine; fo pocketing up of wrongs. I must leave seek some better service: their villany g my weak stomach, and therefore I must

Re-enter Fluellen, Gower follow Gow. Captain Fluellen, you must com to the mines; the duke of Gloster w with you.

Flu. To the mines! tell you the dul mines is not according to the disciplines so good to come to the mines: For, lo

the concavities of it is not sufficient you, th' athversary (you may discuss un look you,) is dight himself four yards countermines: by Cheshu, I think, 'a up all, if there is not better directions.

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
Ish 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!
Do, with his smirch'd2 complexion, all fell' feats
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 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
I may pick occasion; that sall I, marry.

To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harflew
Take pity of your town, and of your people,
Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command;
Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace

Mac. It is no time to discourse, so Chrish save
me, the day is hot, and the weather, and the wars,
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' me, The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand
'tis 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 mine 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 go to death; and Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry
aile pay it as valorously as I may, that sall I surely At Herod's bloody-hunting slaughtermen.
do, that is the breff and the long: Mary, I wad full
fain heard some question 'tween you tway.

What say you? will you yield, and this avoid?
Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd?

Flu. Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, under your correction, there is not many of your nation

Mac. Of my nation? WI ish my nation? ish a villain, and a bastard, and a knave, and a rascal? What ish my nation? Who talks of my nation?

Gov. Our expectation hath this day an end:
The dauphin, whom of succour we entreated,
Returns us-that his powers are not yet ready
To raise so great a siege. Therefore, dread king,
We yield our town, and lives, to thy soft mercy:
Enter our gates; dispose of us, and ours;
For we no longer are defensible.

Flu. Look you, if you take the matter otherwise
than is meant, captain Macmorris, peradventure, I
shall think you do not use me with that affability as
in discretion you ought to use me, look you; being
as goot a man as yourself, both in the disciplines
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.

K. Hen. Open your gates.-Come, uncle Exeter,
Go you and enter Harfleur; there remain,
And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French:
Use mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle,-

Mac. I do not know you so good a man as my-To-night in Harfleur will we be your guest;
self: so Chrish save me, I will cut off your head. To-morrow for the march are we addrest.'
Gow. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each
other.

[Flourish. The King, &c. enter the town. SCENE IV.-Rouen. A room in the palace. Enter Katharine and Alice.

Jamy. Au! that's a foul fault. [A parley sounded.
Gow. The town sounds a parley.

Flu. Captain Macmorris, when there is more
better opportunity to be required, look you, I will
be so bold as to tell you, I know the disciplines of
war; and there is an end.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.-The same. Before the gates of
Harfleur. The Governor and some citizens on
the walls the English forces below. Enter
King Henry and his train.

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Kath. Alice, tu as esté en Angleterre, et tu parles bien le language.

Alice. Un peu, madame.

Kath. Je te prie, m'enseignez; il faut que j'apprenne à parler. Comment appellez vous la main, en Anglois?

Alice. Le main? elle est appellée, de hand.
Kath. De hand. Et les doigts?

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

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

(Exeunt Nym, Pistol, and Bardolph, folThen imitate the action of the tiger;

lowed by Fluellen. Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,

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

they ihree, 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'erwhelm it, not amount to a man. For Bardolph,,he is whiteAs fearfully, as doth a galled rock

livered, and red-laced ; by the means whereof, 'a O'erhang and jutty' his confounded? base, faces it out, but fights not. For Pistol, -he hath a Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. killing ton rue, and a quiet sword; by the means Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide ;

whereof'u breaks words, and keeps whole weapons. Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit

For Nym,-he hath heard, that men of few words To his full height !-On, on, you noblest English, are the best men; and therefore he scorns to say Whose blood is fets from fathers of war-proof! his prayers, lest ’a should be thought a coward; but Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders,

his tew bad words are match'd with as few good Hare, in these parts, from mom till even fought, deeds; for 'a never broke any man's head bui his And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument. own; and that was against a post, when he was Dishonour not your moihers; now attest,

drunk. They will steal any thing, and call it, That those, whom you cali'd fathers, did beget purchase. Bardolpho stole a luie-case; bure it you !

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

Nym and Bardolph, are swom brothers in tilching; And ieach them how to war !- And you, gooi and in Calais they stole a fire-shovel : I knew, by yeomen,

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 mettle of your pasture ; let us swear

as ilicir gloves or their handkerchiefs : which makes That you are worth your brceding: which I doubt much against my manhood, if I should lake from not ;

another's pochei, 10 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 Justre in your eyes.

seek some better service: their villany goes against I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, my weak stomach, and therefore I must cast it up. Straining upon the stari. The game's aloot;

[Crit Boy. Follow your spirit : and, upon this charøe, Cry-God for Harry! England! and Saint George!

Re-enter Fluellen, Gower following. (Exeunt.' Alarum, and chambers go off. Gow. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently

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

enter Nym, Bardolph, Pistol, and Boy. Flů. To the mines ! tell you the duke, it is not Bard. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the mines 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 sufficient ; for, look Nym. 'Pray thee, corporal, stay; the knocks you, th’ athversary (vou may discuss unto the duke, are too hot; and, for mine own part, I have not a look you,) is dight himself four yards under the case of lives: the humour of it is too hot, that is counterinines: by Cheshu, I think, 'a will plowia the very plain-song of it. Pist. The plain-song is most just; for humours up all, if there is not better directions.

Gow. The duke of Gloster, to whom the order of do abound; Knocks go and come; God's Fassals drop and die; inan; 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,
Doth win immortal fame.

Gow. I think, it be.

Flu. By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the 'orld: I Boy. 'Would I were in an ale-house in London! will verify as much in his peard: he has no more I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety. directions in the true disciplines of the wars, look rist. And I : If wishes would prevail with me,

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

Enter Macmorris and Jamy, at 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 salorous genEnter Fluellen.

tleman, that is certain; and of great expedition,

and knowledge, in the ancient wars, upon my par. Flu. Got's plood !-Up to the preaches, you ticular knowledge 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, great duke, s to men of 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. tide.

(6) Earth. (7) Bravest. (8) Pocket affronts. (2) Worn, wasted. (3) Fetched.

(9) Digged. (10) Blow.

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