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For, I am fure, when he fhall fee our army,
He'll drop his heart into the fink of fear,
And, for atchievement, offer us his ransom.

Fr. King. Therefore, lord conftable, hafte on Montjoy; And let him fay to England, that we send

To know what willing ranfom he will give.-
Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Roan.
Dau. Not fo, I do befeech your majesty.

Fr. King. Be patient, for you fhall remain with us.Now, forth, lord conftable, and princes all;

And quickly bring us word of England's fall. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI.

The English camp.

Enter Gower, and Fluellen.

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

Flu. I affure you, there is very excellent fervice committed at the pridge.

Gow. Is the duke of Exeter safe?

Flu. The duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Agamemnon; and a man that I love and honour with my foul, and my heart, and my duty, and my life, and my livings, and my uttermoft powers: he is not, (Got be praised and pleffed!) any hurt in the 'orld; but keeps the pridge moft valiantly, with excellent difcipline. There is an ancient lieutenant there at the pridge,-I think, in my very confcience, he is as valiant a man as Mark Antony; and he is a man of no estimation in the 'orld; but I did fee him do gallant services.

for atchievement,-inftead of attempting any great exploit.

Gow.

Gow. What do you call him?

Flu. He is call'd-ancient Piftol.

Gow. I know him not.

Enter Piftol.

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

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

Pift. Bardolph, a soldier, firm and found of heart,
Of buxom valour, hath,-by cruel fate,

And giddy fortune's furious fickle wheel,
That goddess blind,

That ftands upon the rolling restless stone,

Flu. By your patience, ancient Pistol. Fortune is painted plind, with a muffler before her eyes, to fignify to you, that fortune is plind: And fhe is painted also with a wheel; to fignify to you, which is the moral of it, that she is turning, and inconftant, and mutabilities, and variations; and her foot, look you, is fixed upon a spherical ftone, which rolls, and rolls, and rolls;-In good truth, the poet makes a most excellent defcription of fortune: fortune, look you, is an excellent moral.

Pift. Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him; For he hath stolen a 'pix, and hanged muft 'a be. Damn'd death!

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

a muffler]—a cover for the upper part of the face, formerly worn by the ladies,

a fortune is plind:]-luck is without difcernment.
pix,]-a fmall cheft or box, wherein the host is contained.

For

For pix of little price.

Therefore, go fpeak, the duke will hear thy voice;
And let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut

With edge of penny-cord, and vile reproach:
Speak, captain, for his life, and I will thee requite.
Flu. Ancient Pistol, I do partly understand your mean-
ing.

Pift. Why then rejoice therefore.

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

Pift. Die and be damn'd; and 'figo for thy friendship! Flu. It is well.

Pift. The fig of Spain!

Flu. Very good.

[Exit Piftol.

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

Flu. I'll affure you, a' utter'd as prave 'ords at the pridge, as you fhall fee in a fummer's day: But it is very well; what he has spoke to me, that is well, I warrant you, when time is ferve,

Gow. Why, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue; that now and then goes to the wars, to grace himfelf, at his return into London, under the form of a foldier. And fuch fellows are perfect in the great commanders' names: and they will learn you by rote, where services were done ;-at such and fuch a fconce, at fuch a breach, at fuch "a convoy; who came off bravely, who was fhot, who difgrac'd, what terms the enemy ftood on; and this they con perfectly in the phrase of war, which they trick up with new-tuned

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figo]-a fig for, defiance to thy friendship.

a jconce, }- -a flight kind of fortification.

a convoy ;]-conveyance of troops, &c. into a place befieged.

oaths:

oaths: And what a beard of the general's cut, and "a horrid fuit of the camp, will do among the foaming bottles, and ale-wash'd wits, is wonderful to be thought on! But you must learn to know such *flanders of the age, or else you may be marvellously mistook.

Flu. I tell you what, captain Gower;-I do perceive, he is not the man that he would gladly make fhew to the "orld he is; if I find a hole in his coat, I will tell him my · mind. Hear you, the king is coming: and I muft speak with him from the pridge.

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Drum and colours. Enter the king, Glofter, and foldiers. Flu. Got pless you majefty!

K. Henry. How now, Fluellen? cam'ft thou from the bridge?

Flu. Ay, so please your mejefty. The duke of Exeter has very gallantly maintain'd the pridge: the French is gone off, look you'; and there is gallant and most prave paffages: Marry, th'athverfary was have poffeffion of the pridge; but he is enforced to retire, and the duke of Exeter is mafter of the pridge: I can tell your majesty, the duke is a prave man.

K. Henry. What men have you loft, Fluellen?

Flu. The perdition of th'athverfary hath been very great, very reasonable great: marry, for my part, I think the duke hath loft never a man, but one that is executed for robbing a church, one Bardolph, if your majesty know the man: his face is all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs, and flames of fire; and his lips plows at his

"a borrid fuit of the camp,]-a tremendous camp uniform-bout. * flanders]-difgraces.

from the pridge.]-upon the affair of the bridge.

z is like to be.

bubukles, and whelks,]-carbuncles, and puftules.

nose,

nofe, and it is like a coal of fire, fometimes plue, and fometimes red; but his nofe is executed, and his fire's

out.

K. Henry. We would have all fuch offenders fo cut off:—and we give express charge, that, in our marches through the country, there be nothing compelled from the villages, nothing taken but paid for; none of the French upbraided, or abused in difdainful language; For when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentleft gamefter is the fooneft winner.

Tucket founds. Enter Montjoy.

Mont. You know me by my habit.

K. Henry. Well then, I know thee; What fhall I know of thee?

Mont. My master's mind.

K. Henry. Unfold it.

Mont. Thus fays my king:-Say thou to Harry of England, Though we feem dead, we did but fleep; Advantage is a better foldier, than rafhnefs. Tell him, we could have rebuk'd him at Harfleur; but that we thought not good to bruise an injury, 'till it were full ripe:now we speak upon our cue, and our voice is imperial : England fhall repent his folly, fee his weaknefs, and admire our sufferance. Bid him, therefore, confider of his ransom; which must proportion the loffes we have borne, the fubjects we have loft, the difgrace we have digested; which, in weight to re-anfwer, his pettinefs would bow under. For our loffes, his exchequer is too poor; for the effufion of our blood, the mufter of his kingdom too faint a number; and for our difgrace, his own perfon, kneeling

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