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We are but warriors for the working-day:: faites vous prest; car ce soldat icy est disposé tout
Our gayness, and our gill, are all besmirch'd' à celle heure de couper vostre gorge.
With rainy marching in the painful field;

Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant,
There's not a piece of feather in our host, Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns;
(Good argument, I hope, we shall not lly,) Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.
And time hath worn us into slovenry:

Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie pour l'amour de But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim : Dieu, me pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne And my poor soldiers tell me—yet ere night maison : garde: ma vie, tl je vous donneray deur They'll be in fresher robes, or they will pluck cents esculs. The gay new coats v'er the French soldiers' heads, Pist. What are his words? And iurn them out of service. If they do this, Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a gen(As, if God please, they shall,) my ransom then Leman of a good house; and, for his ransom, he Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour; will give you two hundred crowns. Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald ; Pist. Tell him,-my fury shall abate, and I They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints: The crowns will take. Which is they have as I will leave 'em to them, Fr. Sol. Pelit monsieur, que dit-il ? Shall yield them litile, tell the constable.

Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de Mont. I shall, king Harry; And so fare thee well; pardonner aucun prisonnier ; neantmoins, pour Thou never shalt hear herald any more. (Exit. les esculs que vous l'ave: promis, il est content de K. Hen. I lear, thou'll once more come again for vous donner la liberté, le franchisement.

Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille

remerciemens : et je m'estime heureux que je suis Enter the Duke of York.

lombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le York. My lord, most humbly on my kncc I beg plus brave, valiant, et tres distingué seigneur The Icading of thc vaward.“

u'Angleterre. K. Hen." Take it, brave York.- Now, soldiers, Pisl. Expound unto me, boy. march a way:

Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day! thanks: and he esteemis himself happy that he hath

(Ereunt. Gallen into the hands of (as he thinks) the most

brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signicur of SCENE IV.-The field of battle. Alarums: England.

Excursions. Erler French Soldier, Pistol, and Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.. Boy.

Follow me, cur.

[Erit Pistol. Pist. Yield, cur.

Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine. Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty

[Erit French Soldier. de bonne qualité.

Pist. Quality, call you me ?-Construe inc, art a heart : but the saying is true,-The empty vessel thou a gentleman? What is thy name? discuss.

makes the greatest sound. Bardolph, and Nym, Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu !

had ten times more valour than this roaring devil Pist. O, siguieur Dew should be a gentleman:

i'the old play, that every one may pare bis nails Perpend my words, O siguicur Dew, and mark;- with a wooden dagger; and they are both hanged; () siguieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox,'

and so would this be, if he durst steal any thing Except, O signieur, thou do give lo me

adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys, with Egregious ransom.

the baggage of our camp: the French might hare Fr. Sol. O, prenine: misericorde ! ayez pilié de a good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none moy!

to guard it, but boys.

(Ezil. Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have sorty mogs; SCENE V.-Another part of the field of battle. For I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat,

Alarums. Enter Dauphin, Orleans, Bourbon, In drops of crimson blood.

Constable, Rambures, and others. Fr. Sol. Est-il impossible d'eschapper la force de lon bras ?

Con. O diable ! Pist. Brass, cur!

Orl. O seigneur !-le jour est perdu, loul est Thou damned and luxurious' mountain goat,

perdu ! Offer'st me brass ?

Dau. Mort de ma vie ! all is confounded, all ! Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy!

Reproach and everlasting shiame Pist. Say'si thou me so? is that a ton of moys ?8- Sits mocking in our plumes.O meschanle for Come hither, boy; Ask me this slave in French,

tune ! What is his name.

Do nut run away.

(.1 short alarum. Boy. Escowez; Comment esles-vous appellé ? Con.

Why, all our ranks are broke. Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer.

Dau. O perdurablchshame!-let's stab ourselves. Boy. He says, his name is—master Fer. Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for?

Pisl. Master Fer! I'll lur him, and firk' him, and Orl. Is this the king we sent to for his ransom? ferret him :-discuss the same in French unto him. Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but Boy. I do not know the French for ser, and ser

shame! ret, and firk.

Let us die instant: Once more back again ; Pist. Bid him preparc, for I will cut his throat. And he that will not follow Bourbon now, Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur ?

Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand, Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door,

Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog, í (1) We are soldiers but coarsely dressed. (2) Golden show, superficial gilding.

(6) The diaphragm. (7) Lascivious, (3) Soiled. (4) Vanguard.

18) Pieces of money. (9) Chastise. 15) An old cant word for a sword, so called from (10) Lasting. ulamous sword-cutler of the name of Fox.

(11) i. e. Who has no more gentility,

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His fairest daughter is contaminate.

(Gower : What call you the town's name where Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now! Alexander the pig was born ? Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives

Gow. Alexander the great. Unto these Englislı, or else dic with fame.

Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? The Ori. We arc enough, yet living in the field, pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the To sincther up the English in our throngs, magnanimous, are all one reckoning, save the If any order might be thought upon.

phrase is a lilile variations. Boiir. The devil tako order now! I'll to the Gou. I think, Alexander the great was born in throng ;

Macedon; his father was called-Philip of MaceLet life be short; else, shame will be too long. don, as I take it.

(Exeunt. Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where Alexander SCENE VI.- Another part of the field.-Na

is porn. I tell you, captain,-if you look in the Enter King lcury and forces ; Exeler, maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the

comparisons between Macedon and Moumouth, and others.

that the situations, look you, is both alike. There K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover countrymen :

a river at Monmouth; it is called Wye, at MonBut all's not done, yet kecp the French the field. mouth: but it is out of my prains, what is the name Exe. The duke of York coinmends him to your of the other river; but 'lis all one, 'tis so like as majesty.

my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in K. (len. Lives hc, good unclc? thrice, within both. If you mark Alexander's life well, Harry this hour,

of Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent well; I saw him down; thricc up again, and fighting; for there is figures in all things. Alexander, (God From helmet to the spur, all blood he was. knows, and you know,) in his rages, and his furies,

Exe. In which array (brave soldier) doth he lie, and his wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and Larding the plain: and by his bloody side his displeasures, and his indignations, and also being (Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,) a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and The noble earl of Suffolk also lies.

his angers, look you, kill his pest friend, Clytus. Suffolk first died; and York, all haggled over, Gow. Our king is not like him in that: he never Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd, killed any of his friends. And takes him by the beard; kisses the gashes, Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take That bloodily did yawn upon his face;

tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and And cries aloud,- Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk ! finished. I speak but in the figures and compariMy soul shall thine keep company to heaven : sons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, Tarry, sweet soul, for inine, then Mly a-breast; being in his ales and his cups ; so also Harry MonAs, in this glorious and well-foughten field, mouth, in right wits and his goot judgments, is We kept logether in our chivalry !

turn away the fat knight with the great pelly doubUpon these words I came, and cheerd him up: let: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, He smil'd me in the face, raughtine his hand, and mocks; I am forget his name. And, with a feeble gripe, says,- Deor my lord, Gow. Sir John Falstaff. Commend my service lo my sovereign.

Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there is goot So did he turn, and over Sullolk's neck

men porn at Monmouth.
He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips; Gow. Here comes his majesty.
And so, espous'd to death, with blood he seal'a'
A testament of noble-ending love.

Alarum. Enter King Henry, with a part of the The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd

English forces; Warwick, Gloster, Excter, and Those waters from me, which I would have stopp'd ;

others. But I had not so much of man in me,

K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to Franco But all my mother came into mine eyes,

Until this instant.-Take a trumpet, herald ; And gave me up to tears.

Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill ; K. Hen.

I blame you not ; they will fight with us, bid them come down,
For, hearing this, I must perforce compound
Wiủh mistfuleves, or they will issue too.—Marum. If they'll do neither, we will come to them,

Or void the field; they do oflend our sight:
But hark! what new aların is this same?--
The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd men:- Enforced from the old Assyrian slings :

And make them skirr: away, as swift as stones
Then every soldier kill his prisoners;
Give the word through.

Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have;

[Exeunt. And not a man of them, that we shall take, SCENE VII.-Another part of the field. Ala- Shall taste our mercy:--Go, and tell them so. ruins. Enler Flucllcn and Gower.

Enler Montjoy. Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage ! 'tis ex- Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my pressly against the law of arms: 'lis as arrant a licge. piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be offered, Glo. His eyes are humbler than they usid to be. in the 'orld: In your conscience now, is it not? K. Hen. How now, what means this, herald ?

Gov. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive ; know'st thou not, and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the battle, That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ransom ? have done this slaughter: besides, they have burned Com'st thou again for ransom ? and carried away all that was in the king's tent; Mont.

No, great king wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused I come to thee for charitable license, every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. 0, 'tis a That we may wander o'er this bloody field, gallant king!

To book our dead, and then to bury them; Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain To sort our nobles from our common men;

For many of our princes (wo the while !) 11) Reached. (2) Scour. Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary bloods

for me,

(So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs ftation is as arrant a villain, and a Jack sauce, as
In blood of princes ;) and their wounded steeds ever his plack shoe trod upon Got's ground and his
Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild rage, earth, in iny conscience, la.
Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters, K. 'Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thoa
Killing them iwice. O, give us leave, great king, meet'st the fellow.
To view the field in safety, and dispose

Will. So I will, my liege, as I live. or their dead bodies.

K. Hen. Who servest thou under ? K. Hen.

I tell thee truly, herald, Will. Under captain Gower, my liege. I know not, if the day be ours, or no;

Flu. Gower is a goot captain; and is goot know. For yet a many of your horsemen peer,

ledge and literature in the wars. And gallop o'er the field.

R. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier.
The day is yours. Will. I will, my liege.

[Erit. K. lien. Praised be God, and not our strength, K. Hen. Here, Fluelien; wear thou this lavour for it!

and stick'it in thy cap: When Alençon and What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by ? myself were down together, I plucked this glove Mont. They call il--- Agincourt.

from his helm: if any man challenge this, he is a K. Hen. Then call we this—the field of Agin- friend to Alençon and an enemy to our person ; if court,

thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an thote Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus. dost love me.

Fr. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't Flit. Your grace does me as great honours, as please your majesiy, and your great-uncle Edward can be desired in the hearts of his subjecis: I would ihe plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall chronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in tind himself aggriefed at this glove, that is all; but France.

I would sain see it once; an please Got of his grace, K. Hen. They did, Fluellen.

that I might see it. Flu. Your majesty save very true: if your ma- K. llen. Knowest thou Gower? jesties is remembered of it, the Welshman did goot Flu. He is iny dear friend, an please you. service in a gardon where leeks did grow, wearing K. Bon. Pray thee, go seck him, and bring him lecks in their Monmouth caps; which, your majesty to my tent. knows, to this hour is an honourable padge of the Flu. I will retch him.

(Erit. service; and, I do believe, your majesty takes no K. Hen. My lord of Warwick,-and my brother scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's day.

Gloater, K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour: Follow Fluellen closely at the heels : For I am Welsh, you know, good countryinan. The glove, which I have given him for a favour,

Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your May, haply, purchase him a box o' the car; majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell It is the soldier's ; 1, by bargain, should you that: Got pless it and preserve it, as long as IVear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick: it pleases his grace, and his majesty too!

If that the soldier strike him (as, I judge K. Flen. Thanks, good my countryman. By his blunt bcaring, he will keep his word,)

Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's country. Some sudden mischief may arise of it; man, I care not who know it; I will confess it io For I do know Fluellen variant, all the 'orld : I need not to be ashamed of your And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder, majesty, praised bc Gol, so long as your majesty Ind quickly will return an injury: is an honest inan.

Follow, anil see there be no harm between them.K. Hen. God keep me so !--Our heralds go with Go you with mc, uncle of Exeter. (Eseunt.

hiin ; Bring me just notice of the numbers dead

SCENE VIII.-Before King Henry's Patilion. On both our parts.-Call yonder fellow hither.

Enter Gower and Williams. (Points la Williams. Ere. Moni. and others. IVU. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain. Ece. Soldier, voninust come to the kins.

Enter Fluellen. K. llen. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I pein thy cap?

secch you now, come apace to the king: there is Will. An't please your majestv, 'tis the gage or more goot toward you, peradventure, than is in your one that I should fighi withil, if he be alive. knowldise to dream of. K. Hen. An Englishman ?

Will. Sir, know you this glove ? Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that Flu. Know the glove ? I know, the glove is a sivatrered with me last night: who, is 'a live, and glovr. ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn lo l'ill. I know this; and thus I challenge it. take him a box o'llic ear: or, if I can see my

(Strikes him. glove in his can (which he swore, as he was a sol- F!!!. 'Sbull, an arrant traitor, as any's in the dier, ne would wear, if alive,) I will strike it out universal 'orld, or in France, or in England. soundlv.

Gorr. lIow now, sir? you villain ! K. Hen. What think you, captain Fluellen ? is Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn ? it fit this soldier keep his oath ?

Fiul. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give Flu. Tle is a craven' and a villain else, an't trenson his payment into plows, I warrant you. please your majesty, in my conscience.

Will. I am no traitor. K. Ien. It may be, his eneiny is a gentleman of Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.--I charge you in great sort,? quite from the answer of his degree. his majesty's name, apprehend him; he's a friend

Fiu. Though he be as goot a gentle:nan as thc of the duke Alençon's. tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is ne

Enter Warwick and Gloster. cessary, look your grace, that he kcep his vow and his oath: If he be perjured, sce you now, his repu- War. How now, how now! what's the matter? (1) Coward. (2) High rank.

(3) For saucy Jack.

Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be Got One huudred twenty-six : added to these, for it!) a most contagious treason come to light, of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen, look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day? Eight ihousand and four hundred'; of the which, Here is his majesty.

Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights:

So that, in these ten thousand they have lost, Enler King Henry and Exeter. There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries;

The rest are-princes, barons, lords, knights, K. Hen. How now! what's the matter ?

'squires, Flu. My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, And gentlemen of blood and quality, look your grace, has struck the glove which your The names of those thcir nobles that lie dead, majesty is take out of the helmel of Alençon. Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France;

Will. My lieye, this was my glove; here is the Jacques of Chatillon, admiral of France; fellow of it': and 'he, that I gave it to in change, The master of the cross-bows, lord Ramburcs; promised to wear it in his cap; I promised to Great-master of France, the brave sir Guischard strike him, if he did : I inet this man with my glove Dauphin ; in his cap, and I have been as good as my word. John, duke of Alençon; Antony, duke of Brabant,

Flu. Your majesty hear now (saving your ma- The brother to the duke of Burgundy; •esty's manhood,) what an arrant, rascally, beg- And Edward, duke of Bar: of lusty earls, garly, lousy knave it is: I hope, your majesty is Grandpré, and Roussi, Fauconberg, and l'oix, pear me testimony, and witness, and avouchments, Beaumont, and Marle, Vaudemoni, and Lestrale. that this is the glove of Alençon, that your majes- Here was a royal fellowship of death!-ty is give me, in your conscience now.

Where is the number of our English dead ? K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier: Look, here

(Herald presents another paper. is the fellow of it. 'Twas I, indeed, thou promised’st Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk, to strike; and thou hast given me most bitter terms. Sir Richard Ketley, Davy Gam, esquire :

Flu. An:lease your majesty, let his neck answer None else of name; and, of all other men, for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld. But five and twenty. o God, thy arm was here,

K. Hen. How canst thou make me satisfaction ? And not to us, but to thy arm alone,

Will. All offences, my liege, come from the heart: Ascribe we all.-When, without stratagem, never came any from mine, that might offend your But in plain shock, and even play of battle, majesty.

Was ever known so grcat and little loss, K. Hen. It was ourself thou didst abuse. On one part and on the other ?–Take it, God,

Will. Your majesty came not like yourself: you For it is only thine ! appeared to me but as a common man; witness the Ere.

'Tis wonderful! night, your garinents, your lowliness'; and what K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the village. your highness suffered under that shape, I beseech And be it death proclaimed through our host, you, take it for your own fault

, and not minc: for To boast of this, or take that praise from God, had you been as I took you for, I made no offence; Which is his only. therefore, I bescech your highness, pardon me. Flul. Is it not lawful, an pleasc your majesly, lo K. Hen. Herc, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with tell how many is killed ? crowns,

K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknow. And give it to this fellow.-Kcep it, fellow;

ledgment, And wear it for an honour in thy cap,

That God fought for us. Till I do challenge it.-Give him the crowns :- Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot. And, capta in, you must needs be friends with him. K. Hen. Do we all holy rites;

Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum. mettle enough in his pelly :-Holy, there is twelve The dead with charity enclos’d in clay, pence for you, and I pray you to serve Got, and keep We'll then to Calais; and to England then; you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, and Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men. dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the petier for

Exeunt. you.

Will. I will none of your money.
Flu. It is with a goot will; I can tell you, it will

serve you to mend your shoes : Come, wherefore
should you be so pashful ? your shoes is not so

Enter Chorus. goot: 'tis a good silling, I warrant you, or I will Cho. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the change it.


That I may prompt them: and of such as have, Enter an English Herald.

I humbly pray them to admit the excuse

Of time, of numbers, and duc course of things, K. Hen. Now, herald ; are the dead number'd? Which cannot in their huge and proper life Her. Here is the number of the slaughter'd Be here presented. Now we bear the king French.

[Delivers a paper. Toward Calais: grant him there; there seen, K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken, Heave him away upon your winged thoughts, uncle?

Athwart the sea : Behold, the English beach Exe. Charles, duke of Orleans, nephew to the king; Pales in the flood with men, with wives, and boys, John, duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt: Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouth'd or other lords, and barons, knights, and 'squires, Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. Which, like a mighty whisler? 'fore the king, K. llen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand Seems to prepare his way: so let him land; French,

And, solemnly, see him set on to London. That in the field lie slain: os princes, in this So swift a pace hath thought, that cven notv

number, And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead (1) An oflicer who walks first in processions,




You may imagine him upon Blackheath: Pist. Not for Cadwallader, and all his goats.
Where that his lords desire him to have borne! Flu. There is one goat for you. (Strikes him.)
His bruised helmet, and lis bended sword, Will you be so goot, scald knave, as eat it ?
Before him, through the city: he forbids it, Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die.
Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride; Flu. You say very true, scald knave, when Got's
Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent,

will is: I will desire you to live in the mean time, Quite from himself, to God.? But now behold, and eat your victuals; come, there is sauce for it. In the quick forge and working-house of thought, [Striking him again.) You called me yesterday, How London doth pour out her citizens!

mountain-squire ; but I will make you to-day 3 The mayor, and all his brethren, in best sort,- squire of low degree. I pray you, fall to; if you Like to the senators of the antique Rome, can mock a leck, you can eat a leek. With the plebeians swarming ai their heels,- Gow. Enough, captain ; you have astonished' Go forth, and fetch their conquering Cæsar in: him. As, by a lower but by loving likelihood,

Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of Were now the general of our gracious empress* my leck, or I will pcat his pate four days:-Pite, (As, in good time, he may,) from Ireland coming, I pray you; it is goot for your green wound, and Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, your ploody coxcomb. How many would the peaceful city quit,

Pisi. Must I bitc? To welcoine him? inuch more, and much more Flu. Yes, certainly; and ont of doubt, and out

of questions too, and ambiguities. Did they this Harry. Now in London place him ; Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge ; (As yet the lamentition of the French

I eat, and eke I swearinvites the king of England's stay at hoine: Flu. Eat, I pray you: Will you have some more The emperor's coming in behalf of France, salice to your leck? there is not enough leek lo To order peace beiseen thein ;) and ornit swear by. All the occurrences, whatever chanc'il,

Pist. Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost sec, I eat. Till Harry's back-return again to France;

Flu. Much goot do yoii, scald knave, heartily. There must we bring him; and myself have play'J Nay, 'pray yori, throw none away; the skin is goot The interim, by remembering you--'lis past. your proken coxcomb. When you take occaThen brook 'abridgment; and your eyes advance sions to see loeks hereafler, I pray you, mock at Aller your thoughis, straight back again to France. them; that is all.

(Erit. Pist. Good.

Flı. Ay, leeks is goot :-Hold you, there is a SCENE I.-France. An English court of guard. groat to heal your pate. Euler Fluellen and Gower.

Pist. Me agroat!

Flu. Yes, verily, and in truth, you shall take it ; Gow. Nay, that's right; but why wear you your or I have another leck in my pocket, which you leek to-day Saint Davy's day is pasi.

shall eat. Flu. There is occasions and causes why and Pist. I take thy groat, in earnest of revenge. wherefore in all things: I will tell you, as my friend, Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in caplain Gower; The rascally, scald, beggarly, cudgels; you shall be a woodmanger, and buy - lousy, pragging knave, Pistol, -- which you and nothing of me but cudgels. God be wi' you, and yoursell, and all the 'orld, know to be no petler keep you, and heal your pate.

[Exil. ihan a fellow, look you now, of no merits,-he is Pist. All hell shall stir for this. come to me, and prings me pread and salt yester- Govo. Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly day, look you, and pid me eat my leek: it was in knave. Will you mock at an ancient tradition, a place where I could not breed no contentions begun upon an nonourable respect, and worn as with him ; but I will be so pold as to wear it in my a memorable trophy of predeceased valour,-and cap till I see him once again, and then I will tell dare not arouch in your deeds any of your words? him a little piece of my desires.

I have seen you gleekinge and galling at this gene

Lleinan twice or thrice. You thought, because he Enter Pistol.

could not speak English in the native garb, he Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a tur- could not therefore handle an English cudgel : you key-cock.

find it otherwise ; and, henceforth, let a Welsh corFlu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his rection teach you a good English condition. Fare turkey-cocks. --Got pless you, ancient Pistol! you Pist. Doth fortune play the huswifeto with me

(Erit. scurvy, lousy knave, Got pless you ! Pisi. Ha! art thou Bedlam? dost thou thirst, now? base Trojan,

News have I, that my Nell is dead i'the spital" To have me fold up Parca's fatal web ?

or malady of France ; Hence! I am qualinish at the smell of leek. And there my rendezvous is quite cut off.

Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lousy knave, old I do was; and from my weary limbs at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, Honour is cudgelld. Well, bawd will I turn, to eat, look you, this seck, because, look you, you To England will I steal, and there I'll steal:

And something lean to cutpurse of quick hand. tites, and your digestions, does not agree with it, "And swear, I got them in the Gallia wars. would desire you to eat it.

(Erit. (1) i. e. To order it to be borne.

(5) Spitted, transfixed. (2) Transferring all the honours of conquest from

(6) Dost thou desire to have me put thee to himself to God.

death? (3) Similitude.

(7) Stunned. The earl of Essex in the reign of Elizabeth.

(8) Scoffing, sneering. (9) Temper. (10) For iilt. (11) Hospital,

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