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In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, Nym. These be good humours !—70 As modest stillness, and humility:

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

(Exeunt Nym, Pistol, and Bar Then imitate the action of the tiger;

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

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

they ihree, though they would serve me Let it pry through the portage of the head, be man to me; for, indeed, three such Like the brass cannon ; let the brow o'erwhelm it, not amount to a man. For Bardolph,As fearfully, as doth a galled rock

livered, and red-laced; by the means O'erhang and jutty' his confounded? base, faces it out, but fights not. For Pistol, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. killing ton rue, and a quict sword; by Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide ; whereof 'a breaks words, and keeps whol Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit For Nym,-he hath heard, that men of To his full height !-On, on, you noblesi English, are the best' men; and therefore he se Whose blood is set: from fathers of war-proof! his prayers, lest 'a should be thought a ce Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders,

his lew bad words are match'd with a Have, in these parts, from morn till even fought, deeds; for 'a never broke any man's he And sheath'd their swords for lack of arguincnt. own; and that was against a post, w Dishonour not your moihers; now attest,

drunk. They will steal any thing, and That those, whom you cali'd fathers, did beget purchase. Bardolph stole a lute-case you !

twelve leagues, and sold it for three Be copy now to men of grosser blood,

Nym and Bardolph, are sworn brothers And teach them how io war !-And you, gooi and in Calais they stole a fire-shovel : yeomen,

that piece of service, the men would ca Whose limbs were made in England, show us here They would have me as familiar with me The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear

as their gloves or their handkerchiefs : w That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt much against my manhood, if I should not ;

another's pocket, 10 put into mine; fo For there is none of you so mean and base, pocketing up of wrongs. I must leave That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.

seek some better service: their villany E I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, my weak stomach, and therefore I must Straining upon the stari. The game's aloot; Follow your spirit : and, upon this charge, Cry-God for Harry! England! and jaint George!

Re-enter Fluellen, Gower follow (Exeunt. Alarum, and chambers go off. Gow. Captain Fluellen, you must com

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

enler Nym, Bardolph, Pistol, and Boy. Flu. To the mines ! tell you the dul Bard. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the mines is not according to the disciplines

so good to come to the mines: For, lo breach!

the concavities of it is not sufficient Nym. 'Pray thee, corporal, stay; the knocks

you, th' athversary (you muy discuss un are too hot; and, for mine own part, I have not a look you,) is dight himself four yards case of lives : the humour of it is too hot, that is

counterinines: by Cheshu, I think, 'a the very plain-song of it. Pist. The plain-song is most just ; for humours up all, if there is not better directions. do abound;

Gow. The duke of Gloster, to whom

the siege is given, is altogether directed Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop and die; And sword and shield,

man; a very valiant gentleman, i'faith. In bloody field,

Flu. It is captain Macmorris, is it no

Gow. I think, it be. Doth win immortal fame. Boy. 'Would I were in an ale-house in London! will verily as much in his peard: he h

Flu. By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety. directions in the true disciplines of the Pist. And I: If wishes would prevail with me,

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

Enter Macmorris and Jamy, at a di But thither would I hie.

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

Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous fa Enter Fluellen.

tleman, that is certain; and of great

and knowledge, in the ancient wars, up Flu. Got's plood !-Up to the preaches, you ticular knowledge of his directions : by rascals! will you not up to the preaches ? will maintain his argument as well as a

Driving them forward. man in the 'orld, in the disciplines of Pist. Be merciful, great duke, sto men of mould! wars of the Romans. Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage!

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

Flu. God-den to your worship, gootca Good bawcock, bate thy rage! use lenity, sweet Gow. How now, captain Macmorris chuck!

quit the mines ? have the pioneers given (1) A mole to withstand the encroachment of the (4) Matter, subject. (5) Com tide.

16) Earth. (7) Bravest. 18) Pock (2) Worn, wasted. (3) Fetched.

(9) Digged. (10) Blow.

course.

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'da complexion, all sell' seats Flu. Captain Macmorris, I peseech you now, will Enlink'd to waste and desolation ? you vouchsate 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 or 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 inilitary 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 Harflew I my 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 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 brefl' 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, whorn of succour we cntreated, nation

Returns us that his powers are not yet ready Mac. Of my nation? What ish my nation? ish To raise so great a siege. Therefore, drcad king, a villain, and å bastard, and a knave, and a rascal? We yield our town, and lives, to thy soft mercy: What ish my nation? Who talks of my nation? Enter our gates; 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, soall think you do not use me with that affability as Go you and enter Harfleur ; 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 mercy 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 Harlleur will we be your guest; self: so Chrish save me, I will cut off your head. To-morrow for the march are we addrest.5

Gow. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each (Flourish. The King, fc. enter the town. other. Jamy. Au! that's a foul fault. (A parlty sounded.

SCENE IV.-Rouen. A room in the palace. Gow. The town sounds a parley.

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

(Exeunt. Kath. Je te prie, m'enseignez; il faut que j'ap

prenne SCENE III. - The same. Before the gates of en Anglois ?

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 Irain.

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

qu'ils sont appellé de fingres; ouy, 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 escolier. Jay gagné Or, like to men proud of destruction,

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

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

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

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

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

(Eseuni Nym, Pistol, and Bardolph, fuck Then imitate the action of the tiger;

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

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

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

livered, and red-laced; by the means sharela O'er hang and juuy' his confounded? base, faces it out, but tgh's not. For Pixul, tauba Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. killing torue, and a quiet sword; by the tru Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide; whereor 'a breaks words, and keeps wbile se puse Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit For Nym-he hath heard, that men of bewu To his full height!-On, on, you noblesi English, are the best men; and t'r-refore he scores tu m Whose blood is feld from fathers of war-proof! his prayers, les! 'a shuuld be thought a coward: link Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders,

This few bail words are match'd with as le te Hare, in these parts, from morn till even fought, deeds; for 'a ntver brukt any man's lit ad bulb And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument.á own; and that was ainsi a post, utan bu Dishonour not your moihers; now attest,

drunk. They will steal any thing, and ca'l That those, whom you cali'd fathers, did beget purchase. Bardolido stole a luie-case; biro you!

tsolve leagues, and sold it for three halla Be copy now to men of grosser blood,

Nym and Bardolph, are sworn brothers is And teach them how to war!-And you, gooi and in Catus ther stole a tire-shovel: I have, yeomen,

that piece of service, the men would carry cock! Whose limbs were made in England, show us here They would have me as familiar with meiro passo The meule of your pasture; let us swear

jas their gloves or their handkerchiefs : webbie That you are worth your brceding: which I doubt much against my manhood, if I should take the not;

another's pockei, 10 put into mine ; for it is az For there is none of you so mean and base, pocheting up of wrongs. I must leave them as That hath not noble Justre in your eyes.

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

(Cuba Follow your spirit : and, upon this charge, Cry-God for Harry! England! and jaint George!

Re-enter Fluellen, Gower following. (Exeunt. Hlarum, and chambers go off. Gow. Captain Fluellen, you must come presegy

to the mines; the duke of Glosier wuuld get SCENE II.-The same. Forces pass over; then with you.

enter Nym, Bardolph, Pistol, and Boy. Flu. To the mines ! tell you the duke, it is Bard. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the mines is not according to the discirlines of the

so good to come to the mines: For, looks breach!

the concavities of it is not suficient, for. ' Nym. 'Pray thee, corporal, stay; the knocks are too hot; and, for mine own part, I have not a look you,) is dight himself four yards under 2

you, th'athversary (you may discuss unto the case of lives : the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain-song of it.

countermines: by Cheshu, I think, 'a will feat Pist. The plain-song is most just ; for humours up all, if there is not better directions. do abound;

Gov. The duke of Gloster, to whom the ones: :' Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop and dic; man; a very valiant gentleman, i'faith.

the siege is given, is altogether directed by an ir
And sword and shield,
In bloody field,

Flu. It is captain Macmorris, is it not!
Doth win immortal (ame.

Gow. I think, it be.
Boy. 'Would I were in an ale-house in London! will verify as much in his peard: he has a

Flu. By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the fort! I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety. directions in the true disciplines of the wars Fist. And I: If wishes would prevail with me,

you, of the Roman disciplines, than is a pup! My purpose should not fail with me,

Enter Macmorris and Jamy, at a distors But thither would I hie. Boy. As duly, but not as truly, as bird doth sing captain Jamy, with him.

Gow. Here 'a comes; and the Scots C., on bough.

Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous lalorir
Enter Fluellen.

tleman, that is certain; and of great e

and knowledge, in the ancient wars, upori Flu. Got's plood !-Up to the preaches, you ticular knowledge of his directions: bi t'. rascals! will you not up to the preaches ? will maintain his argument as well as an.

(Driving them forward. man in the 'orld, in the disciplines of bede
Pist. Be merciful, great duke, s to men of mould ! wars of the Romans.
Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage!
Abate thy rage, great duke !

Jamy. I say, gud-day, captain Flocllon
Good bawcock, bate thy rage! use lenity, sweet

Flu. God-den to your worship, goof chuck!

Gow. How now, captain Macmorris

quit the mines? have the pioneers gisis (1) A mole to withstand the encroachment of the tide.

(4) Matter, subject.

(5) Car

(6) Earth. (2) Worn, wasted.

(7) Bravest, (3) Fetched.

(9) Digged. (10) Blow.

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Mac. By Chrish la, tish ill done: the work isn And the flesh

the trumpet sound the retreat. By ms la liberty of hand, I swear, and by my father's soul, the work is conscie ish ill done; it ish give over: I would have blowej Four fresta up the town, so Chrish save me, la, in an hour. What is i 0, tish ill done, tish ill done; by my hand, tish ill Array'd done!

Do, was Flu. Captain Macmorris, I peseech you now, will Enlick: you rouchsafe me, look you, a few disputations with Wix you? as partiy touching or concerning the disci. Il por e plines of the war, the Roman wars, in the war of argument, look you, and friendly communication : 1 partly, to satisfy my opinion, and partly, for the W satisfaction, look you, of my mind, as touching the We direction of the inilitary discipline; that is the point

. Jamy. It sall be very gud, gud leith, god cap. 45 tains both: and I sall quit' you with gud leave, as I may pick occasion ; that sall I, marrv.

Mac. It is no time to discourse, so Chrish at me, the day is hot, and the weather, and the wa and the king, and the dukes; it is no time to o course. The town is beseeched, and the tree calls us to the breach; and we talk, and, ber do nothing ; 'tis shame for us all: so God se 'tis shame to stand still; it is shame, by my and there is throats to be cut, and works to be and there ish nothing done, so Chrish sa' Dr. a

Jarny. By the mess, ere theise eyes of true themselves to slumber, aile do gude serre.. ligue i'the grund (or it; ay, or go to deso aile pay it as valorously as I may, that sa do, that is the breff and the long: Mary, 17.1 fain heard some question 'tween you (w27.

Flu. Captain Macmorris, I think, RM 1 under your correction, there is nol mers 373 nation

Mac. Of my nation? What ish minec a villain, and a bastard, and a knare, 25. What ish my nation ? Who talks of DTU

Flu. Look you, if you take the matter than is meant, captain Macmorris, per soall think you do not use me with the in discretion you ought to use me, loos as goot a man as yourself, both in we of wars, and in the derivation of mi other particularities.

Mac. I do not know you so good! self: so Chrish save me, I will cut

Gow. Gentlemen both, you wd other.

Jamy. Au! that's a foul fault. Quisme
Gow. The town sounds a parler.

Flu. Captain Macmorris, when
better opportunity to be rejuired.
be so bold as to tell you, I know it
war; and there is an end.
SCENE III.- The same. Before >

Harfleur, The Governor and we
the walls : the English forces de
King Henry and his train.
K. Hen. How yet resolves the greze

town?
This is the latest parle we will admit:
Therefore, to our best merey give rotieren
Or, like to men proud of destruction,
Defy us to our worst: for, as I am a soite
(A name, that, in my thoughts, becomes
if I begin the battery aree again,
I will not leave the halloze used Harleur,
Till in her asbe she be wred.
The gates of mercj suki] be all shat up;

on ? camest thou from inajesty. The duke of vintained the pridge; you; and there is gal 5: Marry, th'athversary

pridge; but he is enke of Exeter is master your majesty, the duke 'e you lost, Fluellen ? Th’athversary hath been le great: marry, for my tieth lost never a man, but uted for robbing a church, prajesty know the man - his I whélks, and knobs, and lips plows at his nose, and ometimes plue, and some1s executed, and his fire's out. have all such ofienders so espress charge, that in our ountry,

there be nothing com, nothing taken but prid for: apbraided, or abused in disor when lenity and cruelty the gentler gamestes is the

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it. tys my king :-Sav thou to Harry 2 ough we seemed dead, we did but

xe is a better soldier, than rash+ that we thought not good io bruise

", we could have rebuked bim at Hill it were full ripe :-—now we speak

and our voice is imperial: England his folly, sce his weakness, and

utterance.' Bid him, therefore, conA ransom; which must proportion the Hare borne, the subjects we have lost, te we have digested; which in weight snef, his pettiness would bow under. For

his exchequer is too poor; for the effui blood, the muster of his kingdom too uber; and for our disgrace, his own per13 illusion to the custom in Spain and Italy,

* poisoned figs. in entrenchment hastily thrown up. i e. By his herald's coat. (7) In our turn.

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Kath. Dites 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 eibow.

Let us not hang like roping icicles Kath. De elbow. Je m'en faitz la repetition de Upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty tous les mots, que vous n'avez appris dès 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. Excusez moy, Alice; escoutez : De hand, Dau. 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 Dieu ! je m'en oublie; De el. Their bodies to the lust of English youth, bow. Comment appellez vous le col ?

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

Bour. They bid us—to the English dancingKath. De neck: Et le menton ?

schools, Alice. De chin.

And teach lavolias“ 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 lofty runaways. Alice. Ouy. Sauf vostre honneur; en verité Fr. King. Where is Montjoy, the herald ? speed vous prononces les mois aussi droict que les natifs him hence; d'Angleterre.

Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.Kath. Je ne doute point d'apprendre par la Up, princes; and, with spirit of honour edg'd, grace de Dieu ; et en peu de 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 promptement. Alençon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy ; De hand, de fingre, de mails.

Jaques, Chatillon, Rambures, Vaudemont, Alice. 'De nails, madame.

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

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

High dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and Kath. Ainsi dis je ; de elbow, de neck, et de sin: knights, Comment appellez vous le pieds et la robé ? 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. Do fooi, 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. Il Go down upon him,-you have power enough, faut de foot, et de con, neant-moins. Je reciterai And in a captive chariot, into Rouen une autre fois ma leçon ensemble : De band, de Bring him our prisoner. fingre, de nails, de arm, de elbow, de neck, de sin, Con.

This becomes the great. de foot, de con.

Sorry am I, his numbers are so few, Alice. Excellent, madame !

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, disner.

(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. same. Enter the French King, the Dauphin,

Fr. King. Therefore, lord constable, haste on 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,

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

SCENE VI.-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

Gow. Is the duke of Exeter safe? In that nook-shotten? isle of Albion.

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?

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 pralsed, 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'do jades, their barley broth,' excellent discipline. There is an ensign there at (1) Lust (2) Projected. (3) Over-strained. (4) Dances. (5) Pendants, small dags.

us.

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