Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it, Were it the mistress court of mighty Europe: And, be assur'd, you'll find a difference (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

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.

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

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,

Nym. These be good humours!—your honour wins bad humours.

[Exeunt Nym, Pistol, and Bardolph, fellowed by Fluellen.

Boy. As young as I am, I have observed these three swashers. I am boy to them all three: but all they three, though they would serve me, could not be man to me; for, indeed, three such anties do

Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it, not amount to a man. For Bardolph,-he is white-
As fearfully, as doth a galled rock
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 fet3 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,.

livered, and red-faced; by the means whereof, a
faces it out, but fights not. For Pistol, he hath a
killing tongue, and a quiet sword; by the means
whereof 'a breaks words, and keeps whole weapons.
For Nym,-he hath heard, that men of few words
are the best men; and therefore he scorns to say
his prayers, lest 'a should be thought a coward; but
his few bad words are match'd with as few good
deeds; for 'a never broke any man's head but his
own; and that was against a post, when he was
drunk. They will steal any thing, and call it,—

That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget purchase. Bardolph stole a lute-case; bore it

you!

Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war!--And you,

yeomen,

here

Whose limbs were made in England, show us
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt
not;

twelve leagues, and sold it for three halfpence. Nym and Bardolph, are sworn brothers in filching; good and in Calais they stole a fire-shovel: I knew, by that piece of service, the men would carry coals. They would have me as familiar with men's pockets, as their gloves or their handkerchiefs: which makes much against my manhood, if I should take from another's pocket, to put into mine; for it is plain pocketing up of wrongs. I must leave them, and seek some better service: their villany goes against my weak stomach, and therefore I must cast it up. [Exit Boj.

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!

Re-enter Fluellen, Gower following. Gow. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines; the duke of Gloster would speak with you.

Flu. To the mines! tell you the duke, it is not mines is not according to the disciplines of the war; so good to come to the mines: For, look you, the the concavities of it is not sufficient; for, look Num. '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 the you, th' athversary (you may discuss unto the duke, case of lives: the humour of it is too hot, that is countermines: by Cheshu, I think, 'a will plow the very plain-song of it.

Pist. The plain-song is most just; for humours

do abound;

Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop and die;
And sword and shield,

In bloody field,

Doth win immortal fame.

Boy. 'Would I were in an ale-house in London! I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety. Pist. And I:

If wishes would prevail with me,

My purpose should not fail with me,

But thither would I hie.

up all, if there is not better directions.

Gow. The duke of Gloster, to whom the order of
man; a very valiant gentleman, i'faith.
the siege is given, is altogether directed by an Irish-

Flu. It is captain Macmorris, is it not?
Gow. I think, it be.

will verify as much in his peard: he has no more
Flu. By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the 'orld: I.
directions in the true disciplines of the wars, look
you, of the Roman disciplines, than is a puppy-dog.

Enter Macmorris and Jamy, at a distance. Gow. Here 'a comes; and the Scots captain,

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

Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous gentleman, that is certain; and of great expedition, and knowledge, in the ancient wars, upon my particular knowledge of his directions: by Cheshu, he will maintain his argument as well as any military man in the 'orld, in the disciplines of the pristine wars of the Romans.

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

Flu. God-den to your worship, goot captain Jamy. Gow. How now, captain Macmorris? have you quit the mines? have the pioneers given o'er ?

(4) Matter, subject.
(6) Earth. (7) Bravest.
(9) Digged. (10) Blow.

(5) Commander.
(s) Pocket affronts.

Mac. By Chrish la, tish ill done: the work ish 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 fell3 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 To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harffeur, I may pick occasion; that sall I, marry. Take pity of your town, and of your people,

Mac. It is no time to discourse, so Chrish save Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command; me, the day is hot, and the weather, and the wars, Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace and the king, and the dukes; it is no time to dis-O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds course. The town is beseeched, and the trumpet Of deadly murder, spoil, and villany. calls us to the breach; and we talk, and, by Chrish, If not, why, in a moment, look to see do nothing; 'tis shame for us all: so God sa' 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 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, under your correction, there is not many of your 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 Mac. Of my nation? What ish my nation? ish To raise so great a siege. Therefore, dread king, a villain, and a 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 defensible.

than is meant, captain Macmorris, peradventure, I K. Hen. Open your gates.-Come, uncle Exeter, shall 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 yourself, 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 Harfleur will we be your guest; self: so Chrish save me, I will cut off your head.

Gow. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.

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.

K. Hen. How yet resolves the governor of the

town?

To-morrow for the march are we addrest."

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

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'ap-
en Anglois?
prenne à parler. Comment appellez vous la main,

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

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. Kath. De nails. Escoutez; dites moy, si je parle bien; de hand, de fingres, de nails.

Alice. C'est bien dit, madame; il est fort bor Anglois.

Kath. Dites moy en Anglois, le bras.
Alice. De arm, madame.
Kath. Et le coude.

Alice. De elbow.

Kath. De elbow. Je m'en faitz la repetition de tous les mots, que vous m'avez appris dès a present. Alice. Il est trop difficile, madame, comme je

pense.

Kath. Excusez moy, Alice; escoutez: De hand, de fingre, de nails, de arm, de bilbow.

Alice. De elbow, madame.

Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?
And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine,
Seem frosty? O, for honour of our land,
Let us not hang like roping icicles
Upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty
people

Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields;
Poor-we may call them, in their native lords.
Dau. By faith and honour,

Our madams mock at us; and plainly say,
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 ?

Alice. De neck, madame.

Kath. De neck: Et le menton?
Alice. De chin.

Kath. De sin. Le col, de neck: le menton, de sin.

Alice. Ouy. Sauf vostre honneur; en verité vous prononces les mots aussi droict que les natifs d'Angleterre.

Kath. Je ne doute point d'apprendre par la grace de Dieu; et en peu de temps.

Alice. N'avez vous pas deja oublié ce que je vous ay enseignée ?

Kath. Non, je reciteray à vous promptement. De hand, de fingre, de mails.

Alice. De nails, madame.

To new-store France with bastard warriors.
Bour. They bid us to the English dancing-

schools,

And teach lavoltas high, and swift corantos;
Saying, our grace is only in our heels,
And that we are most lofty runaways.

Fr. King. Where is Montjoy, the herald? speed
him hence;

Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.--
Up, princes; and, with spirit of honour edg'd,
More sharper than your swords, hie to the field:
Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France;
You dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berry,
Alençon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy;
Jaques, Chatillon, Rambures, Vaudemont,
Beaumont, Grandpré, Roussi, and Fauconberg,
Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois;
High dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and
knights,

Kath. De nails, de arine, de ilbow. Alice. Sauf vostre honneur, de elbow. Kath. Ainsi dis je; de elbow, de neck, et de sin: Comment appellez vous le pieds et la robe? For your great seats, now quit you of great shames. Alice. De foot, madame; et de con. Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land Kath. De foot, et de con? O Seigneur Dieu! With penons painted in the blood of Harfleur: ces sont mots de son mauvais, corruptible, grosse, Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow et impudique, et non pour les dames d'honneur Upon the valleys; whose low vassal seat d'user: Je ne voudrois prononcer ces mots devant The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon: les seigneurs de France, pour tout le monde. I Go down upon him,-you have power enough,faut de foot, et de con, néant-moins. Je reciterai And in a captive chariot, into Rouen une autre fois ma leçon ensemble: De hand, de fingre, de nails, de arm, de elbow, de neck, de sin, de foot, de con.

Alice. Excellent, madame! Kath. C'est assez pour une fois; allons nous a disner. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-The same. Another room in the same. Enter the French King, the Dauphin, Duke of Bourbon, the Constable of France, and

others.

Fr. King. 'Tis certain, he hath pass'd the river
Some.

Bring him our prisoner.
Con.

This becomes the great.
Sorry am I, his numbers are so few,
His soldiers sick, and famish'd in their march;
For, I am sure, when he shall see our army,
He'll drop his heart into the sink of fear,
And, for achievement, offer us his ransom.

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

And let him say to England, that we send
To know what willing ransom he will give.-
Prince dauphin, you shall stay with us in Rouen.
Dau. Not so, I do beseech your majesty.
Fr. King. Be patient, for you shall remain with

us.

Now, forth, lord constable, and princes all; us,-And quickly bring us word of England's fall. [Exeunt.

Con. And if he be not fought withal, my lord,
Let us not live in France; let us quit all,
And give our vineyards to a barbarous people.
Dau. O Dieu vivant! shall a few sprays of
The emptying of our fathers' luxury,'
Our scions, put in wild and savage stock,
Spirt up so suddenly into the clouds,
And overlook their grafters?

Bour. Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman
bastards!

Mort de ma vie! if they march along

Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom,
To buy a slobbery and a dirty farm

In that nook-shotten2 isle of Albion.

SCENE VI.-The English camp in Picardy.
Enter Gower and Fluellen.

Gow. How now, captain Fluellen? come you from the bridge?

Flu. I assure you, there is very excellent ser vice committed at the pridge.

Gow. Is the duke of Exeter safe?
Flu. The duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as

Con. Dieu de baltailes! 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 life, and my livings, and my uttermost powers: he is not (Got be praised, and plessed!) any hurt in the 'orld; but keeps the pridge most valiantly, with excellent discipline. There is an ensign there at

the pridge,-I think, in my very conscience, he is bravely, who was shot, who disgraced, what terms as valiant as Mark Antony; and he is a man of no the enemy stood on; and this they con perfectly in estimation in the 'orld: but I did see him do gal- the phrase of war, which they trick up with newlant service.

Gow. What do you call him?
Flu. He is called-ancient Pistol.
Gow. I know him not.

Enter Pistol.

Flu. Do you not know him? Here comes the man. Pist. Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours: The duke of Exeter doth love thee well.

Flu. Ay, I praise Got; and I have merited some love at his hands.

tuned oaths: And what a beard of the general's cut, and a horrid suit of the camp, will do among foaming bottles, and ale-washed wits, is wonderful to be thought on! But you must learn to know such slanders of the age, or else you may be marvellous mistook.

Fiu. I tell you what, captain Gower;-I do perceive he is not the man that he would gladly make show to the 'orid he is; if I find a hole in his coat, I will tell him my mind. [Drum heard.] Hark you, the king is coming; and I must speak with him

Pist. Bardolph, a soldier, firm and sound of from the pridge.
heart,

Of buxom valour,' hath,-by cruel fate,
And giddy fortune's furious fickle wheel,
That goddess blind,

That stands upon the rolling restless stone,

Enter King Henry, Gloster, and soldiers. Flu. Got pless your majesty!

K. Hen. How now, Fluellen? camest thou from the bridge?

Flu. By your patience, ancient Pistol. Fortune Flu. Ay, so please your majesty. The duke of is painted plind, with a muffler before her eyes, to Exeter has very gallantly maintained the pridge; signify to you that fortune is plind: And she is the French is gone off, look you; and there is galpainted also with a wheel; to signify to you, lant and most prave passages: Marry, th'athversary which is the moral of it, that she is turning, and was have possession of the pridge; but he is eninconstant, and variations, and mutabilities: and forced to retire, and the duke of Exeter is master her foot, look you, is fixed upon a spherical stone, of the pridge: I can tell your majesty, the duke which rolls, and rolls, and rolls;-In good truth, is a prave man. the poet is make a most excellent description of K. Hen. What men have you lost, Fluellen? fortune: fortune, look you, is an excellent moral. Pist. Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on

him;

For he hath stolen a pix,3 and hanged must a'

A damned death!

Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free,
And let not hemp his wind-pipe suffocate:
But Exeter hath given the doom of death,
For pix of little price.

be,

Therefore, go speak, the duke will hear thy voice;
And let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut
With edge of penny cord, and vile reproach:
Speak, captain, for his life, and I will thee requite.
Flu. Ancient Pistol, I do partly understand
your meaning.

Pist. Why then rejoice therefore.

Flu. The perdition of th'athversary hath been very great, very reasonable great: marry, for iny part, think the duke hath lost never a man, but one that is like to be executed for robbing a church, one Bardolph, if your majesty know the man his face is all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs, and flames of fire; and his lips plows at his nose, and it is like a coal of fire, sometimes plue, and sometimes red; but his nose is executed, and his fire's out. cut off:-and we give express charge, that in our marches through the country, there be nothing compelled from the villages, nothing taken but paid for: none of the French upbraided, or abused in disdainful language; For when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is thre

K. Hen. We would have all such offenders so

Tucket sounds. Enter Montjoy.

Flu. Certainly, ancient, it is not a thing to re-soonest winner. joice at: for if, look you, he were my brother, I would desire the duke to use his goot pleasure, and put him to executions; for disciplines ought to be used.

Pist. Die and be damned; and figo4 for thy friendship!

Flu. It is well.

Pist. The fig of Spain!
Flu. Very good.

[Exit Pistol.

Gow. Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal; I remember him now; a bawd, a cut-purse.

Mont. You know me by my habit.

K. Hen. Well then, I know thee; What shall
I know of thee?
Mont. My master's mind.
K. Hen. Unfold it.

Mont. Thus says my king:-Say thou to Harry of England, Though we seemed dead, we did but sleep: Advantage is a better soldier, than rashness. Tell him, we could have rebuked him at Flu. I'll assure you, a' utter'd as prave 'ords at Harfleur; but that we thought not good to bruise the pridge, as you shall see in a summer's day: an injury, till it were full ripe:-now we speak But it is very well; what he has spoke to me, that upon our cue, and our voice is imperial: England is well, I warrant you, when time is serve. shall repent his folly, see his weakness," and

Gow. Why, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue; that now admire our sufferance. Bid him, therefore, conand then goes to the wars, to grace himself, at his sider of his ransom; which must proportion the return to London, under the form of a soldier. And losses we have borne, the subjects we have lost, such fellows are perfect in great commanders' the disgrace we have digested; which in weight names and they will learn you by rote, where ser- to re-answer, his pettiness would bow under. For vices were done;-at such and such a sconce, at our losses, his exchequer is too poor; for the effusuch a breach, at such a convoy; who came off sion of our blood, the muster of his kingdom too faint a number; and for our disgrace, his own per

:

(1) Valour under good command.

(2) A fold of linen which partially covered the face.

(3) A small box in which were kept the consecrated wafers.

(4) An allusion to the custom in Spain and Italy, of giving poisoned figs.

(5) An entrenchment hastily thrown up.
(6) i. e. By his herald's coat. (7) In our turn.