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And, when you find him evenly deriv'd

With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning. From his most fam'd of famous ancestors,

Play with your fancies; and in them behold, Edward the third, he bids you then resign

Upon the liempen tackle, ship-boys climbing : Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held

Hear the shrill whistle, which doth orier give From him the native and true challenger.

To sounds confusd : behold the threaden sails,
F. King. Or else what follows?

Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
Exe. Bloody construint; for if you hide the crown Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea,
Even in your hearts, there will he rahe for it: Breasting the lofty surge: 0, do but think,
And therefore in fierce tempest is he coming,

You stand upon the rivage, and behold
In thunder, and in earthquake, like a Jove;

A city on the inconstant billows dancing ; (That, if requiring fail, he will compel:)

For so appears this fiert majestical, And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord,

Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow! Deliver up the crown; and to lake mercy

Grapple your ininds to sternage of this navy; On the poor souls, for whom this hungry war

And leave your England, as dead midnight, still,
Opens his vasty jaws: and on your head

Guarded with grandsires, babies, and ol.I women,
Turns he the widows' tears, the orphavs' cries, Either past, or not arriv'd to, pith and puissance :
The dead men's blood, the pining maidens' groans, For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd
For husbands, fathers, and betrothed lovers,

With one appearing hair, that will not follow
That shall be swallow'd in this controversy.

These culled and choice-drawn cavaliers to France ? This is his claim, his threat'ning, and my message; Work, work, your thoughts, and therein see á siege; Unless the dauphin be in presence here,

Behold the ordnance on their carriages,
To wbom expressly I bring greeting too.

With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.
F. King. For us, we will consider of this further: Suppose, the ambassador from the French comes back ;
Tomorrow shall you bear our full intent

Tells Harry,-that the king doth offer him
Back to our brother England.

Katharine his daughter; and with her, to dowry,

For the dauphin, Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms.
I stand here for him: What to bin from England ? The offer likes not: and the nimble gunner
Exe. Scorn and defiance; slight regard, contempt,

With linstock now the devilish cannon touches,
And any thing that may not misbecome

[ Alarum, and chambers go of The mighty sender, doth he prize you at.

And Jown goes all before them. Still be kind,
Thus says my king : and, if your father's highness And eke out our performance with your mind. [Exit.
Do not, in grant of all demands at large,
Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty, SCENE 1.-The same. Before Marfleur. Alurums.
He'll call you to so hot an answer for it,

Enter King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, Gloster, and
That caves and womby vaultages of France

Soldiers, with scaling ladders.
Shall chide your trespass, and return your mock

K. Hen. Once more unto the breach, dear friends,
In second accent of his ordnance.
Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply,

Or close the wall up with our English dead!
It is against my will: for I desire

In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, Nothing bat odds with England ; to that end,

As inodest stillness, and humility: As matching to his youth and vanity,

But when the blast of war blows in our ears, I did present him with those Paris balls.

Then imitate the action of the tiger; Exe. Hell make your Paris Louvre shake for it,

Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Were it the mistress court of mighty Europe:

Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage : And, be assur'd, you'll find a difference,

Then lend the eye a terrible aspect : (As we, his subjects, have in wonder found,)

Let it pry through the portage of the head, Between the promise of his greener days,

Like the brass cannou; let the brow o'erwhelm it, And these he masters now; now he weighs time,

As fearfully, as doth the gahed rock Even to the utmost grain ; which you shall read

O'erhand, and jutty, his confounded base', In your own losses, if he stay in France.

Swilld with the wild and wasteful ocean. P. King, To-morrow shall you know our mind at

Now set the teeth, and stretch the oostril wide ; full.

Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit Exc. Despatch us with all speed, lest that our king

To his full height !-On, on, you noblest English, Come here himself to question our delay;

Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof! For he is footed in this land already.

Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders, F. King. You shall be soon despatch'd, with fair

Hlave, in these parts, from morn till even fought, conditions:

And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument,
A night is but small breath, and little pause,

Dishonour not your inothers; now attest,
To answer matters of this consequence. [Czeunt. | That those, whom you cali'd fathers, did beget you !

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

Whose linabs were made in England, show us here

The mettle of your pasture; let us ywear
Inter Chorus.

That you are worth roarbreding : which I doubt vor :
TEIUS with imarin'd wing our swift scene flics, For there is none of you su mean and buse,
la notion of no less cclerity

That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. Thuan that of thonght. Suppose, that you have seen I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, The well-appointed king at Hampton-pier

Straining pon the start. The game's afuot ; Embark his royalty; and his bave flest

Follow your spirit: and pou This chary,

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Cry--God for Harry! Encland! and St. George! versary (you may discuss unto the duke, look you) is [Excunt. Alarum, and chambers go off: dight himself four yards under the countermines : by

Chesliu, I think, 'a will plow up all, if there is not bet SCENE II.-The same. Forces pass over; then enter ter directions. Nym, Bardolph, Pistol, and Boy.

Gow. The duke of Gloster, to whom the order of Bard. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the breach!

the siege is given, is altogether directed by an IrishNym. 'Pray thee, corporal, stay; the knocks are too

man; a very valiant gentleman, i'faith. hot; and, for mine own part, I have not a case of lives;

Flu. It is captain Macmorris, is it not? the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain-song

Gort. I think it be. of it.

Flu. By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the 'orld: Pist. The plain-song is most just; for humours do

verify as much in his peanl: he has no more directions abound;

in the true disciplines of the wars, look you, of the Ro Knocks go and come ; God's vassals drop and die;

man disciplines, than is a puppy-dog.
And sword and shield,

Enter Macmorris and Jamy, at a distanec.
In bloody field,
Doth win immortal fame.

Gowd. Here 'a comes; and the Scots captain, captain Boy. 'Would I were in an ale-house in London! I

Jamy, with him. would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety.

Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous gentle Pist. And I:

man, that is certain ; and of great expedition; and If wishes would prevail with me,

knowledge in the ancient wars, upon my particular My purpose should not fail with me,

knowledge of his directions : by Cheshu, he will main But thither would I hie.

tainhis argument as well as any military man in the Boy. As duly, but not as truly, as bird doth sing on

'orld, in the disciplines of the pristine wars of the Ro bough.

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

Flu. Godden to your worship, goot captain Jamr. Flu. Got's plood! Up to the preaches, you rascals !

Gow. How now, captain Macmorris? have you quit will you not up to the preaches ?

the mines ? have the pioneers given o'er? [Driving them forward.

Mac. By Chrish la, tish ill done: the work ish gire Pist. Be merciful, great duke, to men of mould !

over, the trumpet sound the retreat. By my land, I Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage!

swear, and by my father's soul, the work ish ill dome; Abate thy rage, girat duke !

it ish give over: I would have blowed up the town, a Good bawcock, bate thy rage! use lenity, sweet chuck!

Chrish sare me, la, in an hour. O, tish ill done, tish Nym. These be good humours !-your honour wins

ill done ; by my hand, tish ill done! bad humours.

Flu. Captain Macmorris, I peseech you now, kill [Exeunt Nym, Pistol, and Bard. followed by Flu. Boy. As young as I am, I have observ'd these three

you voutsafe me, look you, a few disputations with swashers. I am boy to them all three: but all they

you, as partly touching or concerning the disciplines

of the war, the Roman wars, in the way of argument, three, though they would serve me, could not be man to me; for, inderd, three such antics do not amount to

look you, and friendly communication ; partly, to sata man. For Bardolph,,he is white-livered, and red- isfy my opinion, and partly, for the satisfaction, kaak Laced; by the means whereof, 'a faces it out, but fights | tary discipline ; that is the point.

you, of my mind, as touching the direction of the mili not. For Pistol,- he hath a killing tongue, and a quiet

Jamy. It sall be very gud, gud feith, gud captain sword; by the means whereof a breaks words, and

bath: and I sall quit you with gud leave, as I 281 keeps whole weapons. For Nym,-he hath heard, that

pick occasion; that sall I, marry. men of few words are the best men ; and therefore he

Mac. It is no time to discourse, so Chrish sare me, scorns to say his prayers, lest a should be thought a

the day is hot, and the weather, and the wars, and the coward; but his few bad words are matched with as

king, and the dukes; it is no time to discourse. The few good deeds; for 'a dever broke any man's head

town is beseeched, and the trumpet calls us to the but his own; and that was against a post when he was

breach ; and we talk, and, by Chrish, do nothing; 'tis drunk. They will steal any thing, and call it, pur

shame for us all: so God sa' me, 'tis shame to stand chase. Bardolph stole a lute-case, bore it twelve

still; it is shame, by my hand; and there is throats to leagues, and sold it for three half-penoe. Nym and Bardolph are sworn brothers in filching; and in Ca

be cut, and works to be done; and there ish nothing

done, so Chrish sa' me, la. lais they stole a fire-shovel: I knew, by that piece of service, the men would carry coals. They would have themselves to slumber, aile do gud service, or aile ligge

Jamy. By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine take une as familiar with men's pockets, as their gloves or their handkerchiefs; which makes much against my

i' the grund for it; ay, or go to death ; and sile pay it manhood, if I should take from another's pocket, 10

as valorously as I may, that sal I surely do, that is the put into mine; for it is plain pocketing up of wrongs.

treff and the long : Mary, I wad full fain heard soute I must leave them, and seek some better service: their

question 'tween you tway. villany goes against my weak stomach, and therefore

Flu. Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, under I must cast it up.

[Exit Boij.

your correction, there is not many of your nation Re-enter Fluellen, Gower following.

Mac. Of my nation? What ish my nation? ish a vił

lain, and a bastard, and a knave, and a raseal? Whst Gow. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to ish my nation? Who talks of my nation? the mines; the duke of Gloster would speak with you. Flu. Look you, if you take the matter otherwise that

Flu. To the mines! tell you the duke, it is not so is meant, captain Macmorris, peradventure, I shall good to come to the mines: For, look you, the mines think you do not use me with that affability, as in dis is not according to the disciplines of the war; the con cretion you ought to use me, look you ; being as guar cavities of' it is not sufficient; for bok you, th' ath a man as yourself, both in the disciplines of wars, and

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in the derivation of my birth, and in other particular- || The winter coming on, and sickness growing ities.

Upon our soldiers,-we'll retire to Calais. Mac. I do not know you so good a man as myself: Tonight in Harflenr will we be your guest; so Chrish save me, I will cut off your head.

To-morrow for the march are we addrest. Gow. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.

[Flourish, the king, éc. enter the towia Jamy, Au! that's a foul fault. [A parley sounded.

SCENE IV.-Rouen. A Room in the Palace. Entcr Gew. The town sounds a parley.

Katharine and Alice. Flu. Captain Macmorris, when there is more better opportunity to be required, look you, I will be so bold Kath. Alice, tu as este en Angleterre, et tu parley as to tell you, I know the disciplines of war; and there

bien le language. is an end.


Alice. Un peu, maclame.

Kath. Jete pric, m'enseigneuz; il faut que j'apprenSCENE III.-The same. Before the gates of Harfleur. ne a parler. Comment appaliez vous la main, en 112

The Governor and some Citizens on the walls ; the il glois ?
English forces below. Enter King Henry, and his

Alice. La main ! elle est appellee, de hand. train.

Kath. De hand. Et les doigts ? K. Hen. How yet resolves the governor of the town? Alice. Les doigts? ma foy, je oublie les doigts ; This is the latest parle we will admit:

mais je me souviendray. Les doigts ?' je pense qu'ils Therefore, to our best mercy give yourselves; sont appelle de fingres; ouy, de fingres. Or, like to men proud of destruction,

Kath. La muin, de hand : les doigts, de fingres. Je Defy us to our worst: for, as I am a soldier,

pense, que je suis le bon escolier. J'ay gagne deur (A name, that, in my thoughts, becomes me best.) mots d'Anglois vistement. Comment appallez vous If I begin the battery once again,

les ongles ? I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur,

Alice. Les ongles ? les appellons, de nails. Til in her ashes she Jie buried.

Kath. De nails. Escoutez : dires moy, si je parle The gates of mercy shall be all shut up;

bien; de hand, de fingres, de nails. And the flesh'd soldier,-rough and hard of heart, Alice. C'est bien dit, madame ; il est fort bon An In liberty of bloody hand, shall range

With conscience wide as hell ; mowing like grass Kath. Dites moy en Anglois, le bras.
Your fresh fair virgins, and your flowering infants. Alice. De arm, madame.
What is it then to me, if impious war,-

Kath. Et le coude.
Array'd in flames, like to the prince of fiends,-

Alice. De elbow. Do, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats

Kath. De elbow. Je ni'en faitz la repetition de tous Enlink'd to waste and desolation?

les mots, que vous m'avez appris des a present. What is't to me, when you yourselves are cause,

Alice. Il est trop difficile, madame, comme je pense. If your pure maidens fall into the hand

Kath. Excusez moy, Alice; escoutez; De hand, de of hot and forcing violation ?

fingre, de nails, de arm, de bilbow. What rein can hold licentious wickedness,

Alice. De elbow, madame. When down the hill he holds his fierce career ?

Kath. O Seigneur Dien ! je m'en oublie ; De elbow. We may as bootless spend our vain command

Comment appallez vous le col? Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil,

Alice. De neck, madame.
As send precepts to the Leviathan

Kath. De neck: Et le menton?
To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur, Alice. De chin.
Take pity of your town, and of your people,

Kath. De sin. Le col, de neck ; le menton, de sin. Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command;

Alice. Ouy. Sauf vostre honneur; en verite vous Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace pronounces les mots aussi droict que les natifs d'AnO'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds

gleterre. Of deadly murder, spoil, and villany.

Kath. Je nc doute point d'apprendre, par la grace de If not, why, in a moment, look to see

Dieu ; et en peu de temps. The blind and bloody soklier with foul hand

Alice. N'avez vous pas deja oublie ce que jc vous ay Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters ; enseignee? Your fathers taken by the silver beards,

Kath. Non je reciteray a vous promptement. De
And their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls ; hand, de fingre, de nails.
Your naked infants spitted upon pikes;

Alice. De nails, madame.
Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confus'd Kath. De nails, de arm, de ilbow.
Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry

Alice. Sauf vostre honneur, de elbow.
At Herod's bloody-hunting slaughter-men.

Kath. Ainsi dis je; de elbow, de neck, ct de sin: What say you? will you yield, and this avoid ? Comment appellez vous le pieds et la robe : Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd ?

Alice. De foot, madame ; et de con. Gov. Our expectation hath this day an end :

Kath. De foot, et de con? O seigneur Dicu! ces The dauphin, whom of succour we entreated, sont mots de son mauvais, corruptible, grosse et impum Returns us,-that his powers are not yet ready dique, et non pour les dames d'honneur d'user : Je ne To raise so great a siege. Therefore, dread king, voudrois, prononcer ces mots devant les seigneurs de We yield our town, and lives, to thy soft mercy: France, pour tout le monde ! Il faut de foot, et de con, Enter our gates; dispose of us, and ours;

ncant-moins. Je reciterai une autrefois ma leçon enFor we no longer are defensible.

semble: De hand, de fingre, de nails, de arm, de cl. K. Hen. Open your gates.-Come, uncle Exeter, bow, de neck, de sin, de foot, de con. Go you and enter Harfleur; there remain,

Alice. Excelleni, madame! And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French :

Kath. C'est assez pour une fois ; alion, nous a disEse mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle,

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SCENE V.--The same. Another Room in the same. Prince Daupliin, you shall stay with us in Ronen.

Enter the French King, the Dauphin, Duke of Bour Dau. Not so, I do beseech your majesty. bon, the Constable of France, and others.

F. King. Be patient, for you shall remain with us,F. King. 'Tis certain, he hath pass ‘d the river Some. Now, forth, lord constable, and princes all ;

Con. And if he be not fought withal, my lord, And quickly bring us word of England's fall. Let us not live in France ; let us quit all,

[Ereunt. And give our vineyards to a barbarous people. Dau. O Dion vivant ! shall a few sprays of

SCENE VI.-The English Camp in Picardy. Enter

118,The emptying of our father's luxury,

Gawer and Fluellen. Our scions, put in wild and savage stock

Goro. How now, captain Fluellen? come you from Spirt up so suddenly into the clouds,

the bridge ? And overlook their grafters?

Flu. I assure you, there is very excellent service Bour. Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bas

committed at the pridge. tards!

Gow. Is the duke of Exeter safe? Mort de ma vie! if they march along

Flu. The duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Aga. Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom,

memnon; and a man that I love and honour with my To buy a slobbery and a dirty farm

soul, and my heart, and my duty, and my life, and my In that nook-shotten isle of Albion.

livings, and my uttermost powers: he is not, (God be Con. Dieu de battailes! where have they this metule? || praised and plessed !) any hurt in the 'orld; but keeps Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull?

the pridge most valiantly, with excellent disciplins. On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale,

There is an ensign there at the pridge, -I think, in my Killing their fruit with frowns ? Can sodden water,

very conscience, he is as valiant as Mark Antony; and A drench for surreind jades, their barley broth,

he is a man of no estimation in the 'orld: but I did Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?

see him do gallant service. And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine,

Gow. What do you call him? Scem frosty ? O, for honour of our land,

Flu. He is called-ancient Pistol. Let us not hang like roping icicles

Gow. I know him not. Upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty people

Enter Pistol. Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields;

Flu. Do you not know him? Here comes the man. Poor,-we may call them, in their native lords.

Pist, Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours: Dau. By faith and honour,

The duke of Exeter doth love thee well. Our madams mock at us; and plainly say,

Flu. Ay, I praise Got; and I have merited some Our mettle is bred out; and they will give

love at his hands. Their bodies to the lust of English youth,

Pist. Bardolph, a soldier, firm and sound of heart, To new-store France with bastar warriors.

or buxom valour, hath,-by cruel fate, Bour. They bid us—to the Englisl, dancing-schools. || And giddy fortune's furious fickle wheel, And teach lavoltas high, and swift corantes ;

That goddess blind, Saying, our grace is only in heels,

That stands upon the rolling restless stone, And that we are most lofty run-aways.

Flu. By your patience, ancient Pistol. Fortune i F. King. Where is Montjoy, the berald ? speed painted plind, with a muffler before her eyes, to signify biin hence ;

to you that fortune is plind: And she is painted also Let him greet England with our sharp defiance. with a wheel, to signify to you, which is the moral or Up, princes; and with spirit of honour edg'l, it, that she is turning, and inconstant, and variations, More sharper than your swords, lie to the field : and mutabilities; and her foot, look you, is fixed upon Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France; a spherical stone, which rolls, and rolls, and rolls:You dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berry, In good truth, the poet is make a most excellent de Alencon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy;

scription of fortune. Fortune, look you, is an excel Jaques, Chatillon, Rambures, Vaudemont,

lent moral. Beaumont, Grandpre, Roussi, and Fauconberg,

Pist. Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him. Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqnalt, and Charolois ;

For he hath stol'n a pix, and hanged must 'a be
High dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and knights, || A damned death!
For your great seats, now quit you of great shames. Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free,
Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land And let not hemp his wind-pipe suffocate :
With pendons painted in the blood of Harfleur: But Exeter hath given the doom of death,
Rush on his host, as cloth the melted snow

For pix of little price. l'ipon the vallies ; whose low vassal seat

Therefore, go speak, the duke will hear thy voice; The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon:

And let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut Go down upon him,--you have power enough,

With edge of penny cord, and vile reproach: And in a captive chariot, into Rouen

Speak, captain, for his life, and I will thee requite. Bring him our prisoner.

Flr. Ancient Pistol, I do partly understand ye Con.

This becomes the great. meaning. Sorry am I, his numbers are so few,

Pist. Why then rejoice therefore. His soldiers sick, and famish'il in their march;

Flu. Certainly, ancient, it is not a thing to rejoice For, I am sure, when he shall see our ariny,

at: for if, look you, he were my brother, I would de He'll drop his heart into the sink of fear,

sire the duke to use liis goot pleasure, and put him And, for achievement, oiter us his ransome.

10 caccutions; for disciplines ought to be used. F. King. Therefore, lord constable, haste on Mont l'ist. Die and be dauund; and figo for thy frientjoy:

ship! And let him say to England, that we send

Flu. It is well. 'To know what willing ransome be will give

Pist. The fig of Spain !

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Flu. Very good.

losses we have borne, the subjects we have lost, the disGezo. Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal ; I grace we have digested; which, in weight to reanswer, semember him now; a bawd; a cut-purse.

his pettiness would bow under. For our losses, his exF14. I'll assure you, 'a utter'd as prave 'ords at the chequer is too poor ; for the effusion of our blood, the pridge, as you shall see in a summer's day: But it is muster of his kingdom too faint a number; and for very well ; what he has spoke to me, that is well, I our disgrace, his own person, kneeling at our feet, but Warrant you, when time is serve.

a weak and worthless satisfaction. To this add-defiGow. Why, ’tis a gull, a fool, a rogue; that now and ance : and tell him, for conclusion, he hath betrayed then goes to the wars, to grace himself, at his return his followers, whose condemnation is pronounced. So into London, under the form of a soldier. And such far my king and master; so much my offi fellows are perfect in great commanders' names; and K. Hen. What is thy name? I know thy quality. they will learn you by rote, where services were done ; Mont. Montjoy. -at such and such a sconce, at such a breach, at such a K. Hen. Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee convoy ; who came off bravely, who was shot, who dis back, graced, what terms the enemy stood on ; and this they | And tell thy king,—I do not seek him now; con perfectly in the phrase of war, which they trick up | But could be willing to march on to Calais with new-tuned oaths: And what a beard of the gen-Without impeachment; for, to say the sooth, fral's cut, and a horrid suit of the camp, will do among || (Though 'tis no wisdom to confess so much foaming bottles, and ale-washed wits, is wonderful to be

Unto an enemy of craft and vantage,) thought on! But you must learn to know such slanders | My people are with sickness much enfeebled ; of the age, or else you may be marvellous mistook. My numbers lessen'd; and those few I have,

Flu. I tell you what, captain Gower ;-1 do perceive, || Almost no better than so many French ; he is not the man that he would gladly make show to Who, when they were in health, I tell thee, herald, the 'orld he is ; if I find a hole in his coat, I will tell

I thought, upon one pair of English legs him my mind. (Drum heard.] Hark you, the king is | Did march three Frenchmen.-Yet, forgive me, God, coming ; and I must speak with him from the pridge. That I do brag thus! this your air of France

Enter King Henry, Gloster, and Soldiers. Hath blown that vice in ine; I must repent. Flu. Got pless your majesty!

Go, therefore, tell thy master, here I am ; K. Hen. How now, Fluellen ? camest thou from the | My ransome is this frail and worthless trunk ; bridge ?

My army, but a weak and sickly guard ; Flu. Ay, so please your majesty. The duke of Ex

Yet, God before, tell him we will come on, tter has very gallantly maintained the pridge: the Though France himself, and such another neighbour French is gone off, look you; and there is gallant and

Stand in our way. There's for thy labour, Montjoy. most prave passages: Marry, th' athversary was lave

Go, bid thy master well advise himself: possession of the pridge; but he is enforced to retire,

If we may pass, we will: if we be hinderd, and the duke of Exeter is master of the pridge: I can

We shall your tawny ground with your red blood your majesty, the duke is a prave man.

Discolour: and so, Montjoy, fare you well. K. Hen. What men have you lost, Fluellen?

The sum of all our answer is but this: Flu. The perdition of th'athversary hath been very

We would not seek a battle as we are; great, very reasonable great: marry, for my part, I

Nor, as we are, we say, we will not shun it; think the duke hath lost never a man, but one that is

So tell your master. like to be executed for rubbing a church ope Bardolph,

Mont. I shall deliver so. Thanks to your highness. if your majesty know the man: his face is all bubukles,

[Exit Mont. and whelks, and knobs, and flames of fire; and his lips

Glos. I hope they will not come upon us now. plows at his nose, and it is like a coal of fire, sometimes

K. Hen. We are in God's hand, brother, not in theirs. plne, and sometimes red; but his nose is executed, and

March to the bridge; it now draws toward night:

Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves; K. Hen. We would have all such offenders so cut

And on to-morrow bid them march away. [Exeunt. off:-and we give express charge, that, in our marches SCENE VII.-The French Camp near Agincourt. there be nothing compelled from

Enter the Constable of France, the Lord Rambures, the villages, nothing taken but paid for; none of the

the Duke of Orleans, Dauphin, and others. French upbraided, or abused in disdainful language; for when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the || 'Would, it were day!

Con. Tut! I have the best armour of the world.sontler gamester is the soonest winner.

Orl. You have an excellent armour; but let my Tucket sounds. Enter Montjoy.

horse have his due. Mont. You know me by my habit.

Con. It is the best horse of Europe. X. Hen. Well then, I know thee: What shall I know Orl. Will it never be morning ? of thee?

Dau. My lord of Orleans, and my lord high constaVont. My master's mind.

ble, you talk of horse and armour,K. Hrn. Unfold it.

Orl. You are as well provided of both, as any prince Nont. Thus says my king;-Say thou to Harry of in the world, England, Though we seemed dead, we did but sleep: Dau. What a long night is this !– I will not change, Advantage is a butter soldier, than rashness. Tell

my horse with any that treads but on four pasterns. hima, we could have rebuked him at Ilarfleur; but that

Ca, ha! He bounds from the earth, as if his entrails we thought not good to bruise an injury, till it were were hairs ; le cheval volant, the Pegasus, qui a les nar full ripe ;-now we speak upon our cue, and our voice

ines de fru! When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: is imperial: England shall repent his folly, see his weak he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it : tafss, and admire our suffemnce. Bid him, therefore, the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the consider of bis ransome; which must proportion the pipe of Ilermes.

his fire 's out.

through the country,

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