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You stand upon the rivage, and behold
A city on the inconstant billows dancing;
For so appears this fleet majestical,
Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow !
Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy ;
And leave your England, as dead midnight, still,
Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old women,
Either past or not arrived to pith and puissance :
For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd
With one appearing hair, that will not follow
These cull'd and choice-drawn cavaliers to France ?
Work, work your thoughts, and therein see a siege :
Behold the ordnance on their carriages,
With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur :
Suppose, the ambassador from the French comes

back;
Tells Harry--that the king doth offer him
Katharine his daughter; and with her, to dowry,
Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms.
The offer likes not; and the nimble gunner
With linstock ? now the devilish cannon touches,

[alarum ; and chambers 3 go off. And down goes all before them. Still be kind, And eke out our performance with your

mind.

[Exit.

i Bank or shore.

% The staff to which the match is fixed when ordnance is Sred,

3 Small pieces of ordnance.

SCENE I.

The same. Before Harfleur. Alarums. Enter KING HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD,

GLOSTER, and Soldiers, with scaling-ladders. K. Hen. Once mure unto the breach, dear friends,

once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! 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-favor'd rage : Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage 1 of the head, Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it, As fearfully, as doth a galled rock O’erhang and jutty ? his confounded 3 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 noble English, Whose blood is fet * from fathers of war-proof! Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders,

1 Open space, from porta, a gate.

? A jutty is a mole to withstand the encroachments of the tide. 3 Worn, wasted. 4 Fetched,

Have, in these parts, from morn till even fought,
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument;?
Dishonor not your mothers; now attest,
That those, whom you call’d fathers, did beget you!
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war !--And you, good yeo-

men,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt

not;

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.

Bar. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the breach!

Nym. 'Pray thee, corporal, stay; the knocks are too hot; and, for mine own part, I have not a case:

· Matter or subject.

? A pair or brace.

Knocks go

of lives : the humor of it is too hot, that is the very plain song of it. Pis. The plain song is most just; for humors do

abound;

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 alehouse in London !
I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and
safety.
Pis. And I :

• If wishes would prevail with me,
My purpose should not fail with me;

But thither would I hie.' Boy. As duly, but not as truly, as bird doth sing on bough.

Enter FLUELLEN. Flu. Got's plood !-Up to the preaches, you rascals ! will you not up to the preaches ?

[driving them forward. Pis. Be merciful, great duke,1 to men of mould ! ! Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage ! Abate thy rage, great duke ! Good bawcock,3 bate thy rage! use lenity, sweet Nym. These be good humors !—your honor wins bad humors. [Exeunt Nym, Pistol, and Bardolph, followed by

chuck!

1 Commander.

2 To poor mortal men • A corruption of beau coq, jolly cock.

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 antics do not amount to a man. For Bardolph,,he is whitelivered 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 matched 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, purchase. Bardolph stole a lute-case; bore it twelve leagues, and sold it for three halfpence. Nym and Bardolph are sworn brothers in filching; 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

i Braggarts.

2 Bravest.

3 Pocket atfronts.

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