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green fields. Dau.
'A made a finer end, and went away, an it had For England his approaches makes as fierce,
Nym. They say, he cried out for sack.
Bard. And of women.
No, with no more, than if we heard that England,
Boy. Yes, that 'a did; and said, they were devils incarnate.
By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth,
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
Fr. King. Thus come the English with full power
And more than carefully it us concerns,
For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,
Pist. Let housewifery appear; keep close, I thee
Quick. Farewell; adieu.
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.
Dau. Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable,
Fr. King. Think we king Harry strong;
Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it,
Runs far before them. Good my sovereign,
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.
[Gives a paper.
In every branch truly demonstrative;
Fr. King. Or else what follows?
Fr. King. For us, we will consider of this further:
For the dauphin,
And any thing that may not misbecome
Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply,
(2) Bank or shore.
Come here himself to question our delay;
Fr. King. You shall be soon dispatch'd, with fair conditions:
A night is but small breath, and little pause,
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
Tells Harry-that the king doth offer him
K. Hen. Once more unto the breach, dear friends,
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
(4) The staff which holds the match used in firing
(5) Small pieces of ordnance.
In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man,
Nym. These be good humours!-yo wins bad humours.
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
[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,
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
For there is none of you so mean and base,
Bard. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the
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.
Boy. 'Would I were in an ale-house in London!
Flu. Got's plood!-Up to the preaches, you rascals! will you not up to the preaches? [Driving them forward. Pist. Be merciful, great duke, to men of mould! Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage! Abate thy rage, great duke! Good bawcock, bate thy rage! use lenity, sweet chuck!
(1) A mole to withstand the encroachment of the tide. (3) Fetched.
(2) Worn, wasted.
Gow. The duke of Gloster, to whom man; a very valiant gentleman, i'faith. the siege is given, is altogether directed
Flu. It is captain Macmorris, is it no
If wishes would prevail with me,
My purpose should not fail with me,
Boy. As duly, but not as truly, as bird doth sing captain Jamy, with him. on bough.
Flu. By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in will verify as much in his peard: he h directions in the true disciplines of the you, of the Roman disciplines, than is a
Enter Macmorris and Jamy, at a di Gow. Here 'a comes; and the Sco
Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous fa tleman, that is certain; and of great and knowledge, in the ancient wars, up ticular knowledge of his directions: by will maintain his argument as well as a man in the 'orld, in the disciplines of t wars of the Romans.
Jamy. I say, gud-day, captain Fluell
(4) Matter, subject.
Mac. By Chrish la, tish ill done: the work isn And the flesh'd soldier,-rough and hard of heart,-
To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harflew
Mac. It is no time to discourse, so Chrish save
What say you? will you yield, and this avoid?
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:
Flu. Look you, if you take the matter otherwise
K. Hen. Open your gates.-Come, uncle Exeter,
Mac. I do not know you so good a man as my-To-night in Harfleur will we be your guest;
[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.
Flu. Captain Macmorris, when there is more
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.
K. Hen. How yet resolves the governor of the
This is the latest parle we will admit:
I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur,
Till in her ashes she lie buried.
The gates of mercy shall be all shut up;
(1) Requite, answer. (2) Soiled. (3) Cruel.
Alice. Les doigts? ma foy, je oublie les doigts; mais je me souviendray. Les doigts? je pense, qu'ils sont appellé de fingres; ouy, de fingres.
Kath. Le main, de hand; les doigts, de fingres. Je pense, que je suis le bon escolier. J'ay gagné deux mots d'Anglois vistement. Comment appellez vous les ongles?
Alice. Les ongles ? les appellons, de nails.
(4) Without success.
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?
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.