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the pridge, I think, in my very conscience, he is bravely, who was shot, who disgraced, whal 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.

tuned oaths : And what a beard of the general's Gow. What do you call him?

cut, and a horrid suit of the camp, will do among Flu. He is called-ancient Pistol.

foaming bottles, and ale-washed wits, is wonderful Gow. I know him not.

to be thought on! But you must learn to know such Enter Pistol.

slanders of the age, or else you may be marvellous

mistook. Flu. Do you not know him? Here comes the man.

Flu. I tell you what, captain Gower ;--I do perPist. Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours : ceive he is not the man that he would gladly make The duke of Exeter doth love thee well.

show to the 'orld he is; if I find a hole in his coat, Flu. Ay, I praise Got; and I have merited some I will tell him my mind. (Drum heard.] Hark you, love at his hands.

the king is coming; and I must speak with him Pist. Bardolph, a soldier, firm and sound or from the pridge.

heart, Of buxom valour,' hath,—by cruel fate,

Enter King Henry, Gloster, and soldiers. And giddy fortune's furious tickle wheel,

Flu. Got pless your majesty! That goddess blind,

K. Hen. Ilow now, Fluellen ? camest thou from That stands upon the rolling restless stone,

the bridge ? Flu. By your patience, ancient Pistol. Fortune

Flu. Ay, so please your majesty. The duke of is painted plind, with a mulller2 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.

Flu. The perdition of th'athversary hath been Pist. Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on very great, very reasonable great: marry, for my him ;

part, I think the duke haih lost never a man, but For he hath stolen a pix," and hanged must a' be, one that is like to be executed for robbing a church, A damned death!

one Bardolph, if your majesty know the man: his Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free,

face is all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs, and And let not hemp his wind-pipe suffocate:

Names of fire; and his lips plows at his nose, and But Exeter hath given the doom of death,

it is like a coal of fire, sometimes plue, and someFor pix of little price.

times red; but his nose is executed, and his fire's out. Therefore, go speak, the duke will hear thy voice;

K. Hen. We would have all such offenders so And let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut

cut off:--and we give express charge, that in our With edge of penny cord, and vile reproach: marches through the country, there be nothing comSpeak, captain, for his life, and I will thee requite. pelled from the villages, nothing taken but poid for:

Flu. Ancient Pistol, I do partly understand none of the French upbraided, or abused in disyour meaning,

dainful language ; For when lenity and cruelty Pist. Why ihen rejoice therefore.

play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the Flu. Certainly, ancient, it is not a thing to re-soonest winner. joice at: for it, look you, he were my brother, I Tucket sounds. Enter Montjoy. would desire the duke to use his goot pleasure, and put him to executions; for disciplines ought to be Mont. You know me by my habit. used.

K. Hen. Well then, I know thee; Widt shall Pist. Die and be damned ; and figo* for thy

I know of thee? friendship !

Mont. My master's mind. Flu. It is well.

K. Hen. Unfold it. Pist. The fig of Spain !

[Exit Pistol. Mont. Thus says my king :-Say thou to Harry Flu. Very good.

of England, Though we seemed dead, we did but Goro. Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal; sleep: Advantage is a better soldier, than rashI remember him now; a bawd, a cut-purse. ness. 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

Gov. Why, 'lis 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 änd 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 (4) An allusion to the custom in Spain and Italy, face.

of giving poisoned figs. (3) A small box in which were kept the conse (5) An entrenchment hastily thrown up. crated wafers.

(6) i, e. By his herald's coat. (7) In our turn.

son, kneeling at our feet, bu! a weak and worth-dull elements of earth and water never appear in less satisfaction. To this add-defiance: and well him, but only in patient stillness, while his rider him, for conclusion, he hath betrayed his followers, mounts himn : he is, indeed, a horse; and all other whose condemnation is pronounced. So far my jades you may call-beasts. king and master; so much my office.

Con. Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and K. Hen. What is thy name? I know thy quality. excellent horse. Mont. Montjoy.

Dau. It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is K. Hen. Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance back,

enforces homage. And tell thy king,-1 do not seek him now; Orl. No more, cousin. But could be willing to march on to Calais, Dau. Nay, the man hath no wit, that cannot, Without impeachment :' for, to say the sooth, from the rising of the lark to the lodging of the (Though 'tis no wisdom to confess so much lamb, vary deserved praise on my palfrey: it is a Unto an enemy of craft and vantage,).

theme as Nuent as the sea ; turn the sands into eloMy people are with sickness much enfeebled ; quent tongues, and my horse is argument for them My numbers lessen'd; and those few I have, all: 'tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on, and Almost no better than so many French; for a sovereign's sovereign to ride on ; and for Who when they were in health, I tell thee, herald, the world (familiar to us, and unknown,) to lay I thought, upon one pair of English legs

apart their particular functions, and wonder at him. Did march three Frenchmen.-Yet, forgive me, God, I once writ a sonnet in his praise, and began thus: That I do brag thus !---this your air of France W'onder of nature,Hath blown that vice in me; I must repent. Orl. I have heard a sonnet begin so to one's Go, therefore, tell thy master, here I am; mistress. My ransom, is this frail and worthless trunk; Dau. Then did they imitate that which I comMy army, buba weak and sickly guard ; posed to my courser; for my horse is my mistress. Yet, God before, tell him we will come on, Orl, Your mistress bears well. Though France himself, and such another neigh Dau. Me well; which is the prescript praise bour,

and perfection of a good and particular mistress. Stand in our way. There's for thy labour, Montjoy. Con. Ma foy! the other day, methought, your Go, bid thy master well advise himself:

mistress shrewdly shook your back. If we may pass, we will; if we be hinderd, Dau. So, pe, hips, did yours. We shall your iawny ground with your red blood Con. Mine was not bridled. Discolour and so, Montjoy, fare you well. Dau. O ! then, belike, she was old and gentle ; The sum of all our answer is but this:

and you rode, like a kerne* of Ireland, your French We would not seek a battle, as we are ;

hose off, and in your strait trossers.5 Nor, as we are, we say, we will not shun it; Con. You have good judgment in horsemanship. So tell your master..

Dau. Be warned by me then: they that ride so, Mont. I shall deliver so. Thanks to your high- and ride not warily, fall into foul bogs; I had

(Erii Montjoy. rather have my horse to my mistress. Glo. I hope they will not come upon us now. Con. I had is lief have my mistress a jade. K. Hen. We are in God's hand, brother, not in Dau. I tell thee, constable, my mistress wears theirs.

her own hair. March to the bridge ; it now draws toward night: Con. I could make as true a boast as that, if I Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves; had a sow to my mistress. And on to-morrow bid them march away. (Ere. Dau. Le chien est relourné à son propre vomisseSCENE VII.- The French camp, near Agin-ment, et la truie lavée au bourbier': thou makest court. Enter the Constable of France, the Lord

use of any thing.

Con. Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress ; Rambures, the Duke of Orleans, Dauphin, and

or any such proverb, so little kin to the purpose. others.

Ram. My lord constable, the armour, that I Con. Tut! I have the best armour of the world. saw in your tent to-night, are those stars, or suns, 'Would, it were day!

upon it ? Orl. You have an excellent armour; but let my Con. Stars, my lord. norse have his due.

Dau. Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope. Con. It is the best horse of Europe.

Con. And yet my sky shall not want. Orl. Will it never be morning ?

Dau. That may be, for you bear a many superfluDau. My lord of Orleans, and my lord high ously; and 'twere more honour, some were away. constable, you talk of horse and armour, Con. Even as your horse bears your praises ;

Orl. You are as well provided of both, as any who would trot as well, were some of your brags prince in the world.

dismounted. Dau. What a long night is this !--I will not Dau. 'Would I were able to load him with his change my horse with any that treads but on four desert! Will it never be day? I will trot to-morpasterns. Ca, ha! He bounds from the earth, as row a mile, and my way shall be paved with Eng. if his entrails were hairs;} le cheval volant, the lish faces. Pegasus, qui a les narines de feu ! When I bestride Con. I will not say so, for fear I should be him, I soar, I am a hawk : he trots the air ; the faced out of my way: But I would it were mornearth sings when he touches it; the basest horn ofing, for I would sain be about the ears of the his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes. English. Orl. He's of the colour of the nutmeg.

Ram. Who will go to hazard with me for twenty Dau. And of the heat of the ginger. It is a English prisoners ? Deast for Perseus : he is pure air and fire; and the

(3) Alluding to the bounding of tennis-balls, (1) Hinderance.

which were stuffed with hair. 12) Then used for God being my guide.

(4) Soldier.

(5) Trowsery.


Con. You must first go ruurself to hazard, ere only stomachs to eat, and none to fight. Now is it you have them.

time to arm: Come, shall we about it? Dau. 'Tis midnight, I'll go arm myself. (Exit. Orl. It is now two o'clock : but, let me see,-by Orl. The dauphin longs for morning.

ten, Ram. He longs to eat the English.

We shall have each a hundred Englishmen. (Exe. Con. I think, he will eat all he kills.

Orl. By the white hand ot' my lady, he's a gallant prince. Con. Swear by her foot, that she may tread out

ACT IV. the oath.

Enter Chorus. Orl. He is, simply, the most active gentleman of France.

Chor. Now entertain conjecture of a time, Con. Doing is activity: and he will still be doing. When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Orl. He never did harın, that I heard of. Fills the wide vessel of the universe.

Con. Nor will do none io-morrow; he will keep Fromcamp to camp, through the foul womb of nighi, that good name still.

The hum of either army stilly: sounds, Orl. I know him to be valiant.

That the fix'd sentinels almost receive Con. I was told that, by one that knows him The secret whispers of each other's watch: better than you.

Fire answers fire; and through their paly flames Orl. What's he?

Each battle sees the other's umber'do face: Con. Marry, he told me so himself; and he said, Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs he cared not who knew it.

Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tenis, Orl. He needs not, it is no hidden virtue in him. The armourers, accomplishing the knights,

Con. By my faith, sir, but it is ; never any body with busy hammers closing rivets up, saw it, but his lackey: "tis a hooded valour'; and, Give dreadful note of preparation. when it appears, it will bate.'

The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, Orl. III will never said well.

And the third hour of drowsy morning name. Con. I will cap that proverb with—There is Proud of their numbers, and secure in soul, Aattery in friendship.

The confident and over-lusty. French Orl. And I will take up that with-Give the Do the low-rated English play at dice; devil his due.

And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night, Con. Well placed; there stands your friend for Who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp the devil: have at the very eye of that proverb, So tediously away. The poor condemned English, with-A pox of the devil.

Like sacrifices, by their watchful tires Orl. You are the better at proverbs, by how Sit patiently, and inly ruminate much-A fool's bolt is soon shot.

The morning's danger; and their gesture sad, Con. You have shot over.

Investing lack-lean cheeks, and war-worn coats, Orl. 'Tis not the first time you were overshot. Presenteth them unto the gazing moon Enter a Messenger.

So many horrid ghosts. O, now, who will behold

The royal captain of this ruin'd band, Mess. My lord high constable, the English lie Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, within fifteen hundred paces of your tent.

Let him cry-Praise and glory on his head ! Con. Who hath measured the ground?

For forth he goes, and visits all his host; Mess. The lord Grandpré.

Bids them good-morrow, with a modest smile; Con. A valiant and most expert gentleman.-- And calls them--brothers, friends, and countrymen. Would it were day!-Alas, poor Harry of England! Upon his royal face there is no note, -he longs not for the dawning, as we do.

How dread an army hath enrounded him ; Orl. What a wretched and peevisha fellow is Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour this king of England, to mope with his fat-brained Unto the weary and all-watched night: followers so far out of his knowledge!

But freshly looks, and overbears attaint, Con. If the English had any apprehension, they with cheerful semblance, and sweet majesty; would run away.

That every wretch, pining and pale before, Orl. That they lack; for if their heads had any Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks: intellectual armour, they could never wear such A largess universal, like the sun, neasy head-pieces.

His liberal eye doth give to every one, Ram. That island of England breeds very valiant Thawing cold fear. Then, mean and gentle all, creatures; their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage. Behold, as may unworthiness define,

Orl. Foolish curs! that run winking into the A little touch of Harry in the night: mouth of a Russian bear, and have their heads And so our scene must to the battle fly; crushed like rotten apples : You may as well say,– Where (O for pity!) we shall much disgracethat's a valiant flea, that dare eat his breakfast on With four or five most vile and ragged foils, the lip of a lion.

Right ill-dispos'd, in brawl ridiculous,Con. Just, just; and the men do sympathize with The name of Agincourt : Yet, sit and see ; the mastiffs, in robustious and rough coming on, Mindinge true things, by what their mockeries be. leaving their wits with their wives : and then give

[Exit. them great meals of beef, and iron, and steel, they SCENE 1.-The English camp at Agincourt. will eat like wolves, and fight like devils. Orl. Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of

Enter King Henry, Bedford, and Gloster. beef.

K. Hen. Gloster, 'tis true, that we are in great Con. Then we shall find to-morrow—they have danger;

(1) An equivoque in terms in falconry: he means, (2) Foolish. (3) Gently, lowly. his valour is hid' froin every body but his lackey, 14) Discoloured by the gleam or the fires. and when it appears it will fall off.

(5) Over-saucy. (6) Calling to remembrance.

The greater therefore should our courage be. K. Hen. It sorts well“ with your fierceness,
Good-morrow, brother Bedford.—God Almighty
There is some soul of goodness in things evil,

Enter Fluellen and Gower, severally.
Would men observingly distil it out;

Gow. Captain Fluellen! For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Flu. So! in the name of Cheshu Christ, speak Which is both healthful, and good husbandry : lower. It is the greatest admiration in the univerBesides, they are our outward consciences, sal 'orld, when the true and auncient prerogatises And preachers to us all; admonishing,

and laws of the wars is not kept : if you would take That we should dress us fairly for our end.

the pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the Thus may we gather honey from the weed,

Great, you shall find, I warrant you, that there is And make a moral of the devil himself.

no tiddle taddie, or pibble pabble, in Pompey's Enter Erpingham.

camp; I warrant you, you shall find the ceremonies

of the wars, and the cares of it, and the forms of Good-morrow, old sir Thomas Erpingham: it, and the sobriety of it, and the modesty of it, to A good soft pillow for that good white head be otherwise. Were better than a churlish turf of France. Gow. Why, the enemy is loud ; you heard him Erp. Not so, my liege; this lodging likes me all night. better,

Flu. If the enemy is an ass, and a fool, and a Since I may say-now lie I like a king.

prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we K. Hen. "Tis good for men to love their present should also, look you, be an ass, and a fool, and a pains,

prating coxcomb; in your own conscience now? Upon example; so the spirit is eased :

Gow. I will speak lower. And, when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt, Flu. I pray you, and beseech you, that you will. The organs, though defunct and dead before,

[Exeunt Gower and Fluellen. Break up their drowsy grave, and newly move K. Hen. Though it appear a little out of fashion, With casted slough' and fresh legerity.

There is much care and valour in this Welshman.
Lend me thy cloak, sir Thomas.—Brothers both,
Commend me to the princes in our camp;

Enter Bates, Court and Williams.
Do my good-morrow to them; and, anon,
Desire them all to my pavilion.

Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the morn-
Glo. We shall, my liege. [Ere. Glo. and Bed. ing which breaks yonder ?
Erp. Shall I attend your grace?

Bates. I think it be: but we have no great cause K. Hen.

No, my good knight ; to desire the approach of day. Go with my brothers to my lords of England:

Will. We see yonder the beginning of the day, I and my bosom must debate a while,

but, I think, we shall never see the end of it.And then I would no other company.

Who goes there?

K. Hen. A friend. Erp. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry!

Will. Under what captain serve you? [Erit Erpingham.

K. Hen. Under sir Thomas Erpingham. K. Hen. God-a-mercy, old heart ! thou speakest cheerfully.

Will. A good old commander, and a most kind

gentleman: I pray you, what thinks he of our estate? Enter Pistol.

K. Hen. Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that Pist. Qui va ?

look to be washed ofl'the next tide. K. Hen. A friend.

Bules. He hath not told his thought to the king? Pist. Discuss unto me; art thou officer; K. llen. No; nor it is not meet he should. For, Or art thou base, common, and popular ? though I speak it to you, I think the king is but a K. Hen. I am a gentleman of a company.

man, as I am: the violet smells to him, as it doth Pist. Trailest thou the puissant pike?

to me; the element shows to him, as it doth to me; K. Hen. Even so: What are you?

all his senses have but human conditions : ' his cerePist. As good a gentleman as the emperor.

monies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a K. Hen. Then you are better than the king. man; and though his affections are higher mounted

Pist. The king's a bawcock, and a heart of gold, than ours, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with A lad of life, an imp3 of fame;

the like wing ; therefore, when he sees reason oi of parents good, of fist most valiant:

fears, as we do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the I kiss his dirty shoe, and from my heart-strings

same relish as ours are: Yet, in reason, no man I love the lovely bully. What's thy name? should possess him with any appearance of fear, les! K. Hen. Harry le Roy.

he, by showing it, should dishearten his army. Pist. Le Roy? a Cornish name : art thou of Baies. He may show what outward courage he Cornish crew ?

will: but, I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could K. Hen. No, I am a Welshman.

wish himself in the Thames up to the neck; and so Pist. Knowest thou Fluellen?

I would he were, and I by him, at all adventures, K. Hen. Yes.

so we were quit here. Pist. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate, K. Hen. By my troth, I will speak my conscience l'pon Saint Davy's day.

of the king; I think, he would not wish himself any K. Hen. Do not you wear your dagger in your where but where he is. cap that day, lest he knock that about yours.

Bates. Then 'would he were here alone ; so Pist. Art thou his friend ?

should he be sure to be ransomed, and a many poor K. Hen, And his kinsman too.

men's lives saved. Pist. The figo for thee then !

K. Hen. I dare say, you love him not ro ill, to K. Hen. I thank you: God be with you!

wish him here alone; howsoever you speak this, to Pist. My name is Pistol called. (Exit. feel other men's minds: Methinks, I could not die

!1) Slough is the skin which serpents annually (2) Lightness, nimbleness. Throw off.

(3) Son.

(4) Agrees. (5) Qualities.

any where so contented, as in the king's company;| K. Hen. I myself heard the king say, he would his cause being just, and his quarrel honourable. not be ransomed. Will. That's more than we know.

Will. Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheerfully: Bates. Ay, or more than we should seek after; but, when our throats are cut, he may be ransomed, for we know enough, if we know we are the king's and we ne'er the wiser. subjects; if his cause be wrong, our obedience to K. Hen. If I live to see it, I will never trust his the king wipes the crime of it out of us.

word after. Will. But, if the cause be not good, the king Will. 'Mass, you'll pay him then! That's a pehimself hath a heavy reckoning to make; when all rilous shot out of an elder gun, that a poor and prithose legs, and arms, and heads, chopped off in a vate displeasure can do against a monarch! you may battle, shall join together at the latter day,' and as well go about to turn the sun to ice, with fanning cry all-We died at such a place; some, swearing; in his face with a peacock's feather. You'll never some, crying for a surgeon; some, upon their wives trust his word after! come, 'tis a foolish saying! lest poor behind them, some, upon the debts they K. Hen. Your reproof is something too round ;' owe; some, upon their children rawly? left. I am I should be angry with you, if the time were conafeard there are few die well, that die in battle ; venient. for how can they charitably dispose of any thing, Will. Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live. when blood is their argument ? Now, if these men K. Hen. I embrace it. do not die well, it will be a black matter for the Will. How shall I know thee again ? king that led them to it; whom to disobey, were K. Hen. Give me any gage of thine, and I will against all proportion of subjection.

wear it in my bonnet: then, if ever thou darest K. Hen. So, if a son, that is by his father sent acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel. about merchandise, do sinfully miscarry upon the Will. Here's my glove ; give me another of thine. sea, the imputation of his wickedness, by your rule, K. Hen. There. should be imposed upon his father that sent him: or Will. This will I also wear in my cap: if ever if a servant, under his master's command, transport- thou come to me and say, after to-morrow, This is ing a sum of money, be assailed by robbers, and die my glove, by this hand, I'will take thee a box on in many irreconciled iniquities, you may call the the ear. business of the master the author of the servant's K. Hen. If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it. damnation :-But this is not so: the king is not Will. Thou darest as well be hanged. bound to answer the particular endings of his sol K. Hen. Well, I will do it, though I take thee diers, the father of his son, nor the master of his in the king's company. servant; for they purpose not their death, when Will. Keep thy word : fare thee well. they purpose their services. Besides, there is no Bates. Be friends, you English fools, be friends ; king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to we have French quarrels enough, if you could tell the arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all how to reckon. unspotted soldiers. Some, peradventure, have on K. Hen. Indeed, the French may lay twenty them the guilt of premeditated and contrived mur- French crowns to one, they will beat us; for they der; some, of beguiling virgins with the broken bear them on their shoulders : But it is no English seals of perjury; some, making the wars their bul- treason, to cut French crowns; and, to-morrow, wark, that have before gored the gentle bosom of the king himself will be a clipper. (Ere. Soldiers. peace with pillage and robbery. Now, if these men Upon the king ! let us our lives, our souls, have defeated the law, and out-run native punish- Our debts, our careful wives, our children, and ment, though they can outstrip men, they have no Our sins, lay on the king ;-we must bear'all. wings to fly from God: war is his beadle, war is O hard condition ! twin-born with greatness, his vengeance ; so that here men are punished, for Subjected to the breath of every fool, before-breach of the king's laws, in now the king's Whose sense no more can feel but his own wringing! quarrel: where they seared the death, they have What infinite heart's ease must kings neglect, borne life away; and where they would be safe, That private men enjoy ? they perish: Then if they die unprovided, no more And what have kings, ihat privates have not too, is the king guilty of their damnation, than he was Save ucremony, save general ceremony? before guilty of those impieties for the which they And what art thou, thou idol ceremony? are now visited. Every subject's duty is the king's; What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore Of mortal griefs, than do thy worshippers ? should every soldier in the wars do as every sick What are thy rents? what are thy comings-in ? man in his bed, wash every mote out of his con- O ceremony, show me but thy worth! science: and dying so, death is to him advantage; What is the soul of adoration ?6 or not dying, the time was blessedly lost, wherein Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form, such preparation was gained: and, in him that Creating awe and fear in other men ?' escapes, it were not sin to think, that making God Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd so free an offer, he let him outlive that day to see Than they in fearing. his greatness, and to teach others how they should What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, prepare.

But poison'd flattery ? '0, be sick, great greatness, Will. 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the And bid thy ceremony give thee cure ! ill is upon his own head, the king is not to answer Think'st thou, the fiery fever will go out for it.

With titles blown from adulation ? Bates. I do not desire he should answer for me; Will it give place to flexure and low bending ? and yet I determine to fight lustily for him. Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's

knee, (1) The last day, the day of judgment. Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream, (2) Suddenly. (3) i. e. Punishment in their native country, (5) Too rough.

(4) To pay here signifies to bring to account, to (6) What is the real worth and intrinsic value punish

lof adoration ?'

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