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Boy. Do you not remember, 'a saw a flea stick upon Bardolph's nose; and 'a said it was a black soul burning in hell-fire ?
but then he was rheumatic • ; and talk'd of | And, princes, look, you strongly arm to meet him, the whore of Babylon. The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us : And he is bred out of that bloody strain*, That haunted us in our familiar paths: Witness our too much memorable shame, When Cressy battle fatally was struck, And all our princes captived, by the hand Of that black name, Edward black prince of Wales;
Bard. Well, the fuel is gone, that maintain'd that fire: that's all the riches I got in his service. Nym. Shall we shog off? The king will be gone from Southampton.
Pist. Come, let's away.-My love, give me thy lips.
Look to my chattels, and my moveables:
For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,
Pisl. Let housewifery appear: keep close, I thee
And more than carefully it as concerns,
It fits us then, to be as provident
As fear may teach us, out of late examples
Dau. My most redoubted father,
It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe:
But that defences, musters, preparations,
Therefore, I say, 'tis meet we all go forth,
No, with no more, than if we heard that England
By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth,
Con. O peace, prince Dauphin!
Fr. King. Think we king Harry strong;
Whiles that his mountain sire,—on mountain standing,
Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,-
The patterns that by God and by French fathers
Mess. Ambassadors from Henry king of England Do crave admittance to your majesty.
Fr. King. We'll give them present audience.Go, and bring them. [Exeunt Mess. and certain Lords. You see, this chase is hotly follow'd, friends. Dau. Turn head, and stop pursuit: for coward dogs Most spend their mouths, when what they seem
Runs far before them. Good my sovereign,
Re-enter LORDS, with EXETER and Train.
He wills you, in the name of God Almighty,
In every branch truly demonstrative;
Exe. Bloody constraint; for if you hide the
Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it:
Fr. King. For us, we will consider of this farther:
To-morrow shall you bear our full intent
Dau. For the Dauphin,
I stand here for him; what to him from England! Exe. Scorn, and defiance; slight regard, con
And any thing that may not misbecome
Do not, in grant of all demands at large,
Shall chide your trespass, and return your mock
Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply,
Nothing but odds with England; to that end,
I did present him with those Paris balls.
Stiffen the sinews, sunmon up the blood,
O'erhang and jutty his confounded + base,
Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it, Whose blood is set from fathers of war-proof!
Were it the mistress court of mighty Europe:
And, be assured, you'll find a difference,
(As we, his subjects, have in wonder found,)
And these he masters now; now he weighs time,
Fr. King. To-morrow shall you know our mind
Ere. despatch us with all speed, lest that our
Come here himself to question our delay;
Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders,
And teach them how to war!-And you, good
For there is none of you so mean and base,
Fr. King. You shall be soon despatch'd, with fair That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
A night is but small breath, and little pause,
Chor. Thus with imagined wing our swift scene
In motion of no less celerity
The well-appointed king at Hampton pier
Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, fol'ow!
Work, work, your thoughts, and therein see a
Behold the ordnance on their carriages,
Tells Harry-that the king doth offer him
SCENE I-The same.- -Before Harfleur.
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
SCENE II.-The same.
Forces pass over; then enter NYM, BARDOLPH,
Bard. On, on, on, on, on! To the breach! To the
Nym. 'Pray thee, corporal, stay; the knocks are too hot; and, for mine own part, I have not a the very plain-song of it. case of lives: the humour of it is too hot, that is
Pist. The plain-song is most just; for humours
Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop and die;
In bloody field,
Doth win immortal fame.
Boy. 'Would I were in an ale-house in London! I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
Pist. And I:
If wishes would prevail with me,
Boy. As duly, but not as truly, as bird doth sing on bough.
Flu. Got's plood!-Up to the preaches, you rascals! Will you not up to the preaches?
[Driving them forward.
Good bawcock, bate thy rage! use lenity, sweet
Nym. These be good humours!-Your honour wins bad humours.
[Exeunt Nym, Pistol, and Bardolph, followed by 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 For Bardolph,-he is do not amount to a man. white-liver'd 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 match'd with as few good deeds; for 'a never broke any man's head but his
Mac. Of my nation? What ish my nation? Ish a villain, and a bastard, and a knave, and a rascal? What is my nation? Who talks of my nation?
own; and that was against a post, when he was | der your correction, there is not many of your na drunk. They will steal any thing, and call it,- tion-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 another's pocket, to put into mine; for it is plain pocketing up of wrongs. I must leave them, and seek some better service: their villainy goes against my weak stomach, and therefore I must cast it up. [Exit Boy.
Re-enter FLUELLEN, GOWER following. Gow. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines; the duke of Gloster would speak with
you. Flu. To the mines! Tell you the duke, it is not so good to come to the mines: for, look you, the mines is not according to the disciplines of the war; the concavities of it is not sufficient; for, look you, th' athversary (you may discuss unto the duke, look you,) is dight himself four yards under the counternines: by Cheshu, I think, a' will plow up all, if
there is not better directions.
Gow. The Duke of Gloster, to whom the order of the siege is given, is altogether directed by an Irishman; a very valiant gentleman, i' faith. Flu. It is captain Macmorris, is it not? Gow. I think it be.
Flu. By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the 'orld: I will verify as much in his peard: he has no more directions in the true disciplines of the wars, look you, of the Roman disciplines, than is a puppy-dog. Enter MACMORRIS and JAMY, at a distance. Gow. Here 'a comes; and the Scots captain, captain Jamy, with him.
Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous gentleman, that is certain; and of great expedition, and knowledge, in the ancient wars, upon my particular knowledge of his directions: by Cheshu, he will maintain his argument as well as any military man in the 'orld, in the disciplines of the pristine wars of the Romans.
Jamy. I say, gud-day, Captain Fluellen. Flu. God-den to your worship, goot captain Jamy. Gow. How, now, captain Macmorris? Have you quit the mines? Have the pioneers given o'er t' Mac. By Chrish la, tish ill done: the work ish give over, the trumpet sound the retreat. By my hand, I swear, and by my father's soul, the work ish ill done; it ish give over: I would have blowed up the town, so Chrish save me, la, in an hour. O, tish ill done, tish ill done; by my hand, tish ill
Flu. Captain Macmorris, I peseech you now, will you voutsafe me, look you, a few disputations with you, as partly touching or concerning the disciplines of the war, the Roman wars, in the way of argument, look you, and friendly communication; partly, to satisfy my opinion, and partly, for the satisfaction, look you, of my mind, as touching the direction of the military discipline; that is the point.
Jamy. It sall be very gud, gud feith, gud captains bath; and I sall quit you with gud leve, as I may pick occasion; that sall I, marry.
Mac. It is no time to discourse, so Chrish save me: the day is hot, and the weathe:, and the wars, and the king, and the dukes; it is no time to discourse. The town is beseech'd, and the trumpet calls us to the breach; and we talk, and, by Chrish, do nothing; 'tis shame for us all: so God sa' me, 'tis slame to stand still: it is shame, by my hand and there is throats to be cut, and works to be done; and there ish nothing done, so Christ sa' me, la.
Jamy. By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine take themselves to slumber, aile to gude service, or aile ligge 'the grund for it; ay, or go to death; and aile pay it as valorously as I may, that sal I surely do, that is the breff and the long marry, I wad full fain heard some question 'tween you tway. Flu. Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, un
Flu. Look you, if you take the matter otherwise than is meant, captain Macmorris, peradventure, I shall think you do not use me with that affability as in discretion you ought to use me, look you; being as goot a man as yourself, both in the disci plines of wars, and in the derivation of my birth, and in other particularities.
Mac. I do not know you so good a man as myself: so Chrish save me, I will cut off your head. Gow. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.
Jamy. Au! that's a fonl fault. [▲ Parley sounded. Gow. The town sounds a parley.
Flu. Captain Macmorris, when there is more bet ter opportunity to be required, look you, I will be so bold as to tell you, I know the disciplines of war; and there's an end. [Exeunt
SCENE III.-The same.-Before the Gates of
The GOVERNOR and some Citizens on the Walls; the English Forces below.-Enter King HENRY, and his Train.
K. Hen. How yet resolves the governor of the
I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur,
Gov. Our expectation hath this day an end:
K. Hen. Open your gates.-Come, uncle Exeter,
SCENE IV.-Rouen.-A Room in the Palace.
Enter KATHARINE and ALICE.
Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull?
Kath. Alice, tu as esté en Angleterre, et tu parles A drench for sur-rein'd jades, their barley broth,
bien le language.
Alice. Un peu madame.
Kath. Je te prie, m'enseigneuz; il faut que j'apprenne à parler. Comment uppellez vous la main, en Anglois? Alice. La main? Elle est appellée, de hand Kath. De hand. Et les doigts?
Alice. Les doigts? May joy, je oublie les doigts; mais je me souviendray. Les doigts? Je pense, qu'ils sont appellé de fingres; ouy, de fingres.
Kath. La main, de hand; les doigts, de fingres. Je pense, que je suis le bon escolier. J'ay gagné deux mots d'Anglois vistement. Comment appellez vous les ongles?
Alice. Les ongles? Les appellons, de nails. Kath. De nails. Escoutez; dites moy, si je parle bien de hand, de fingres, de nails.
Alice. C'est bien dit, madame; il est fort bon
Kath. Dites moy en Anglois, le bras.
Alice. De elbow.
Kath. De elbow. Je m'en faitz la repetition de tous les mots, que vous m'avez appris dès a present. Alice. Il est trop difficile, madame, comme je pense. Kath. Excusez moy, Alice; escoutez: de hand, de fingre, de nails, de arm, de bilbow.
Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?
Upon our houses thatch, whiles a more frosty
Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields;
Our madains mock at us; and plainly say,
Fr. King. Where is Montjoy, the herald? Speed
Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.Up, princes; and, with spirit of honour edged, More sharper than your swords, hie to the field: Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France; You dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berry, Alençon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy; Jaques Chatillion, Rambures, Vaudemont, Beaumont, Grandpré, Roussi, and Fauconberg, Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois; Kath. O Seigneur Dieu! Je m'en oublie; de el-High dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and bow. Comment appellez vous le col ?
Alice. De elbow, madame.
Alice. De neck, madame.
Kath. De neck: Et le menton?
Alice. De chin.
Kath. De sin. Le col, de neck; le menton, de sin. Alice. Ouy. Sauf vostre honneur; en verité, vous prononces les mots aussi droict que les nat:fs d'Angleterre.
Kath. Je ne doute point d'apprendre par la grace de Dieu; et en peu de temps.
Alice. N'avez vous pas deja oublié ce que je vous ay enseignée?
Kath. Non, je reciteray à vous promptement. De hand, de fingre, de mails,
Alice. De nails, madame.
Kath. De nails, de arme, de ilbow.
Kath. Ainsi dis je; de elbow, de neck, et de sin:
Kath. De foot, et de con? O Seigneur Dieu! Ces sont mots de son mauvais, corruptible, grosse, et impudique, et non pour les dames d'honneur d'user: Je ne voudrois prononcer ces mots devant les Seigneurs de France, pour tout le monde. Il faut defoot, & de con, neunt-moins. Je reciterai une autre fois ma leçon ensemble. De hand, de fingre, de nails, de arm, de elbow, de neck, de sin, de foot, de con.
Alice. Excellent, madame!
Kath. C'est assez pour une fois; allons nous a
SCENE V.-The same.-Another Room in the same.
Con. And if he be not fought withal, my lord,
Bour. Normans, but bastard Norinans, Norman
Mort de ma vie! If they march along
Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom,
To buy a slobbery and a dirty farm.
In that nook-shotten+ isle of Albion.
Con. Dieu de battailes! Where have they this
For your great seats, now quit you of great shames.
Con. This becomes the great.
Fr. King. Therefore, lord constable, haste on
And let him say to England, that we send
SCENE VI.-The English Camp in Picardy.
Enter GOWER and FLUELlen.
Gow. How now, captain Fluellen? Come you from the bridge.
Flu. I assure you, there is very excellent service 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 soul, and my heart, and my duty, and my life, and my livings, and my uttermost powers: he is not, (God be praised, and plessed !) any hurt in the 'orld; but keeps the pridge most valiantly, with excellent discipline. There is an ensign there at the pridge, I think, in my very conscience, he is as valiant as Mark Antony; and he is a man of no estimation in the 'orld: but I did see him do gallant service.
Gow. What do you call him?
Gow. I know him not.
Pist. Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours: The duke of Exeter doth love thee well.
Flu. Ay, I praise Got; and I have merited some love at his hands.
Pist. Bardolph, a soldier, firm and sound of heart,
Of buxom valour, hath,-by cruel fate,
That stands upon the rolling restless stone,—
For he hath stolen a pix ‡, and hang'd must 'a be.
Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free.
Therefore, go speak, the duke will hear thy voice;
Pist. 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 desire the duke to use his goot pleasure, and put him to executions; for disciplines ought to be used.
Pist. Die and be damn'd; and figos for thy friendship!
Flu. It is well.
Pist. The fig of Spain! Flu. Very good.
Gow. Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal; I remember him now; a bawd; a cutpurse.
Flu. I'll assure you, 'a utter'd as prave 'ords at the pridge, as you shall see in a summer's day: but it is very well; what he has spoke to me, that is well, I warrant you, when time is serve.
Gow. Why, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue; that now and then goes to the wars, to grace himself, at his return into London, under the form of a soldier. And such fellows are perfect in great commanders' names: and they will learn you by rote, where services were done;-at such and such a sconce, at such a breach, at such a convoy ; who came off bravely, who was shot, who disgraced, what terms the enemy stood on; and this they con perfectly in the phrase of war, which they trick up with new-tuned oaths: and what a beard of the general's cut, and a horrid suit of the camp, will do among foaming bottles, and ale-wash'd wits, is wonderful to be thought on! But you must learn to know such slanders of the age, or else you may be marvellous mistook.
Flu. I tell you what, captain Gower;-I do perceive, he is not the man that he would gladly make show to the 'orld he is; if I find a hole in his coat, I will tell him my mind. [Drum heard.] Hark you, the king is coming; and I must speak with him from the pridge.
Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, and Soldiers. Flu. Got pless your majesty!
K. Hen. How now, Flucllen? Camest thou from the bridge?
enforced to retire, and the duke of Exeter is mas ter of the pridge: I can tell your majesty the duke is a prave man.
K. Hen. What men have you lost, Fluellen? Flu. The perdition of th' athversary hath been very great, very reasonable great: marry, for my part, I think the duke hath lost never a man, but one that is 1.ke to be 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 nose, and it is like a coal of fire, sometimes plue, and sometimes red; but his nose is executed, and his fire's
K. Hen. We would have all such offenders so cut off :-And we give express charge, that, in our marches through the country, there be nothing compell'd from the villages, nothing taken but paid for; none of the French upbraided, or abused in disdainful language; for when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.
Tucket sounds.-Enter MONTJOY. Mont. You know me by my habit.
K. Hen. Well then, I know thee; What shall I know of thee?
Mont. My master's mind.
Mont. Thus says my king:-Say thou to Harry of England, Though we seemed dead, we did but sleep; Advantage is a better soldier, than rashness. Tell him, we could have rebuked 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 shall repent his folly, see his weakness, and admire our sufferance. Bid him, therefore, consider of his ransome; which must proportion the losses we have borne, the subjects we have lost, the dis grace we have digested; which, in weight to reanswer, his pettiness would bow under. For our losses, his exchequer is too poor; for the effusion of our blood, the muster of his kingdom too faint a number; and for our disgrace, his own person, kneeling at our feet, but a weak and worthless satisfaction. To this add-defiance and tell him, for conclusion, he hath betray'd his followers, whose condemnation is pronounced. So far my king and master; so much my office.
K. Hen. What is thy name? I know thy quality. Mont. Montjoy.
K. Hen. Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee back,
And tell thy king,-I do not seek him now;
That I do brag thus!-This your air of France
Stand in our way. There's for thy labour, Mont-
Go, bid thy master well advise himself:
Flu. Ay, so please your majesty. The duke of
• Valour under good command.
+ A fold of linen which partially covered the face.
A small box, in which were kept the consecrated wafers.
An allusion to the custom in Spain and Italy, of giving poisoned figs.
An entrenchment hastily thrown up.
We would not seek a battle, as we are;
Mont. I shall deliver so. Thanks to your high[Exit Montjoy.
Glo. I hope they will not come upon us now.