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'A made a finer end, and went away, an it had For England his approaches makes as fierce, been any christom1 child; 'a parted even just be-As waters to the sucking of a gulf. tween twelve and one, e'en at turning o'the tide It fits us then, to be as provident for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and As fear may teach us, out of late examples play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, Left by the fatal and neglected English knew there was but one way; for his nose was Upon our fields. as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, sir John? quoth I; what, man! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out-God, God, God! three or four times: now I, to comfort him, bid him, 'a should not think of God; hoped, there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet: So, 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed, and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and so upward, and upward, and all was as cold as any stone.

Nym. They say, he cried out for sack.
Quick. Ay, that 'a did.
Bard. And of women.
Quick. Nay, that 'a did not.

Boy. Yes, that 'a did; and said, they were devils incarnate.

Quick. 'A could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he never liked.

Boy. 'A said once, the devil would have him about women.

Quick. 'A did in some sort, indeed, handle women: but then he was rheumatic ;2 and talked of the whore of Babylon.

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?

Bard. Well, the fuel is gone, that maintained 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:

Let senses rule; the word is, Pitch and Pay;
Trust none;

For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,
And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck;
Therefore, caveto be thy counsellor.

Go, clear thy crystals.3-Yoke-fellows in arms,
Let us to France! like horse-leeches, my boys;
To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!
Boy. And that is but unwholesome food, they say.
Pist. Touch her soft mouth, and march.
Bard. Farewell, hostess.

My most redoubted father,
It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe:
For peace itself should not so dull a kingdom
(Though war, nor no known quarrel, were in
question,)

But that defences, musters, preparations,
Should be maintain'd, assembled, and collected,
As were a war in expectation.
Therefore, I say, 'tis meet we all go forth,
To view the sick and feeble parts of France:
And let us do it with no show of fear;
No, with no more, than if we heard that England
Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance:
For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd,
Her sceptre so fantastically borne
By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth,
That fear attends her not.

Con.
O peace, prince dauphin!
You are too much mistaken in this king:
Question your grace the late ambassadors,-
With what great state he heard their embassy,
How well supplied with noble counsellors,
How modest in exception, and, withal,
How terrible in constant resolution,--
And you shall find, his vanities fore-spent
Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus,
Covering discretion with a coat of folly;
As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots
That shall first spring, and be most delicate.

Dau. Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable,
But though we think it so, it is no matter:
In cases of defence, 'tis best to weigh
The enemy more mighty than he seems,
So the proportions of defence are fill'd;
Which, of a weak and niggardly projection,
Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat, with scanting
A little cloth.

Fr. King. Think we king Harry strong;
And, princes, look, you strongly arm to meet
him.

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,
[Kissing her.||When Cressy battle fatally was struck,
And all our princes captiv'd, by the hand
Of that black name, Edward black prince of Wales;
Whiles that his mountain sire,-on mountain
standing,

Nym. I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but adieu.

thee command.

keep close, I

Pist. Let housewifery appear; Quick. Farewell; adieu. [Exeunt. SCENE IV-France. A room in the French King's palace. Enter the French King attend ed; the Dauphin, the Duke of Burgundy, the Constable, and others.

Fr. King. Thus come the English with full
power upon us;

And more than carefully it us concerns,
To answer royally in our defences.
Therefore the dukes of Berry, and of Bretagne,
Of Brabant, and of Orleans, shall make forth,-
And you, prince dauphin,-with all swift despatch,
To line, and new repair, our towns of war,
With men of courage, and with means defendant:

(1) A child not more than a month old.
(2) Mrs. Quickly means lunatic.
(3) Dry thy eves,

Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,—
Saw his heroical seed, and smil'd to see him

Mangle the work of nature, and deface
The patterns that by God and by French fathers
Had twenty years been made. This is a stem

Of that victorious stock; and let us fear
The native mightiness and fate of him.

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Scene 1.

KING HENRY V.

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Runs far before them. Good my sovereign,
Take up the English short; and let them know
Of what a monarchy you are the head:
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
As self-neglecting.

Re-enter Lords, with Exeter and train.
Fr. King.

From our brother England?
Exe. From him; and thus he greets your majesty.
He wills you, in the name of God Almighty,
That divest yourself, and lay apart

you

The borrow'd glories, that, by gift of heaven,
By law of nature, and of nations, 'long

To him, and to his heirs; namely, the crown,
And all wide-stretched honours that pertain,
By custom and the ordinance of times,
Unto the crown of France. That you may know,
'Tis no sinister, nor no awkward claim,
Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days,
Nor from the dust of old oblivion rak'd,
He sends you this most memorable line,

[Gives a paper.

In every branch truly demonstrative;
Willing you, overlook this pedigree:
And, when you find him evenly deriv'd
From his most fam'd of famous ancestors,
Edward the third, he bids you then resign
Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held
From him the native and true challenger.

Fr. King. Or else what follows?

Exe. Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crown
Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it:
And therefore in fierce tempest is he coming,
In thunder, and in earthquake, like a Jove;
(That, if requiring fail, he will compel;)
And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord,
Deliver up the crown; and to take mercy
On the poor souls, for whom this hungry war
Opens his vasty jaws and on your head
Turns he the widows' tears, the orphans' cries,
The dead men's blood, the pining maidens' groans,
For husbands, fathers, and betrothed lovers,
That shall be swallow'd in this controversy.
This is his claim, his threat'ning, and my message;
Unless the dauphin be in presence here,
To whom expressly I bring greeting too.
Fr. King. For us, we will consider of this further:
To-morrow shall you bear our full intent
Back to our brother England.

Dau.

For the dauphin,
I stand here for him; What to him from England?
Exe. Scorn, and defiance; slight regard, con-

tempt,

And any thing that may not misbecome
The mighty sender, doth he prize you at.
Thus says my king and, if your father's highness
Do not, in grant of all demands at large,
Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty,
He'll call you to so hot an answer for it,
That caves and womby vaultages of France
Shall chidel your trespass, and return your mock
In second accent of his ordnance.

Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply,
It is against my will: for I desire
Nothing but odds with England; to that end,
As matching to his youth and vanity,
I did present him with those Paris balls.

(1) Resound, echo.
(3) Sterns of the ships.

(2) Bank or shore.

Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it,
Were it the mistress court of mighty Europe:
And, be assur'd, you'll find a difference
(As we, his subjects, have in wonder found,)
Between the promise of his greener days,
And these he masters now; now he weighs time,
Even to the utmost grain; which you shall read
in your own losses, if he stay in France.
Fr. King. To-morrow shall you know our mind
at full.

Exe. Despatch us with all speed, lest that our
king

Come here himself to question our delay;
For he is footed in this land already.

Fr. King. You shall be soon despatch'd, with
fair conditions:

A night is but small breath, and little pause,
To answer matters of this consequence.

ACT III.

Enter Chorus.

[Exeunt.

Cho. Thus with imagin'd wing our swift scene

flies,

In motion of no less celerity

Than that of thought. Suppose, that you have seen
The well-appointed king at Hampton pier
Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet
With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning.
Play with your fancies; and in them behold,
Upon the hempen tackle, ship-boys climbing:
Hear the shrill whistle, which doth order give
To sounds confus'd: behold the threaden sails,
Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea,
Breasting the lofty surge: 0, do but think,
You stand upon the rivage2 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 sternages of this navy;
And leave your England, as dead midnight, still,
Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old women,
Either past, or not arriv'd 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 linstock4 now the devilish cannon touches,
[Alarum: and chambers go off.
And down goes all before them. Still be kind,
And eke out our performance with your mind.
[Exit.

Before Harfleur.—
SCENE I-The same.
Alarums. Enter King Henry, Exeter, Bed-
ford, Gloster, and soldiers, with scaling-ladders.
K. Hen. Once more unto the breach, dear
friends, once more;

Or close the wall up with our English dead!

(4) The staff which holds the match used in firing cannon.

(5) Small pieces of ordnance.

KING HENRY Y,

In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man,
As modest stillness, and humility: 4.
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-favour'd rage:
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let it pry through the portage of the head,

Act III.

Nym. These be good humours!--your honour wins bad humours.

[Exeunt Nym, Pistol, and Bardolph, fol lowed 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 do

Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it, not amount to a man. For Bardolph,-he is white-
As fearfully, as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded? 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 noblest English,
Whose blood is fet3 from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders,
Have, in these parts, from morn till even fought,
And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument.4
Dishonour 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
yeomen,

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.
Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge,
The game's afoot;
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.
Bard. 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 of lives: the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain-song of it.

Pist. The plain-song is most just; for humours
do abound;

Knocks go 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 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,
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?

Pist. Be merciful, great duke,5 to men of mould !6
[Driving them forward
Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage!
Abate thy rage, great duke!

Good bawcock, bate thy rage! use lenity, sweet
chuck!

(1) A mole to withstand the encroachment of the tide.

(2) Worn, wasted.

(3) Fetched.

livered, 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. are the best? men; and therefore he scorns to say For Nym,-he hath heard, that men of few words his prayers, lest 'a should be thought a coward; but deeds; for 'a never broke any man's head but his his few bad words are match'd with as few good own; and that was against a post, when he was purchase. Bardolph stole a lute-case; bore it drunk. They will steal any thing, and call it,twelve leagues, and sold it for three halfpence. and in Calais they stole a fire-shovel: I knew, by Nym and Bardolph, are sworn brothers in filching; They would have me as familiar with men's pockets, that piece of service, the men would carry coals, as their gloves or their handkerchiefs: which makes another's pocket, to put into mine; for it is plain much against my manhood, if I should take from pocketing up of wrongs. I must leave them, and seek some better service: their villany goes against my weak stomach, and therefore I must cast it up. [Exit Boy.

Re-enter Fluellen, Gower following. to the mines; the duke of Gloster would speak Gow. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently with

you.

Flu. To the mines! tell you the duke, it is not mines is not according to the disciplines of the war; so good to come to the mines: For, look you, the you, th' athversary (you may discuss unto the duke, the concavities of it is not sufficient; for, look look you,) is dight himself four yards under the countermines: by Cheshu, I think, 'a will plow 10 up all if there is not better directions.

Gow. The duke of Gloster, to whom the order
Irishman; a very valiant gentleman, i'faith.
of the siege is given, is altogether directed by an

Flu. It is captain Macmorris, is it not?
Gow. I think, it be.

will verify as much in his peard: he has no more
Flu. By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the 'orld: I
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.

captain Jamy, with him.
Gow. Here 'a comes; and the Scots captain,

Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous gen-
tleman, that is certain; and of great expedition,
ticular knowledge of his directions: by Cheshu, he
and knowledge, in the ancient wars, upon my par-
wars of the Romans.
man in the 'orld, in the disciplines of the pristine
will maintain his argument as well as any military

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?

(4) Matter, subject.
(6) Earth. (7) Bravest.
(9) Digged.

(5) Commander.

(10) Blow.

(8) Pocket affronts.

Mac. By Chrish la, tish ill done: the work ish | And the flesh'd soldier,-rough and hard of heart,— give over, the trumpet sound the retreat. By my in liberty of bloody hand, shall range hand, I swear, and by my father's soul, the work With conscience wide as hell; mowing like grass ish ill done; itish give over: I would have blowed Your fresh-air virgins, and your flowering infants. up the town, so Chrish save me, la, in an hour. What is it then to me, if impious war,O, tish ill done, tish ill done; by my hand, tish ill Array'd in flames, like to the prince of fiends,-done! Do, with his smirch'd2 complexion, all fell3 feats Enlink'd to waste and desolation? What is't to me, when you yourselves are cause, If your pure maidens fall into the hand Of hot and forcing violation? What rein can hold licentious wickedness, When down the hill he holds his fierce career? We may as bootless spend our vain command Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil, As send precepts to the Leviathan To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur, Take pity of your town, and of your people, Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command; Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace

Flu. Captain Macmorris, I peseech you now, will you vouchsafe 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 cap-|| tains both and I sall quit you with gud leave, 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 weather, and the wars, and the king, and the dukes; it is no time to dis-O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds course. The town is beseeched, 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 shame 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 Chrish sa' me, la. Jamy. By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine take themselves to slumber, aile do gude service, or aile ligge i'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: Mary, I wad full fain heard some question 'tween you tway.

Flu. Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, under your correction, there is not many of your

nation

Mac. Of my nation? What ish my nation? ish a villain, and a bastard, and a knave, and a rascal? What ish my nation? Who talks of my nation?

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 disciplines of wars, and in the derivation of my birth, and in other particularities.

Of deadly murder, spoil, and villany.
If not, why, in a moment, look to see
The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand
Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters;
Your fathers taken by the silver beards,
And their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls;
Your naked infants spitted upon pikes;
Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confus'd
Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry
At Herod's bloody-hunting slaughtermen.
What say you? will you yield, and this avoid?
Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd?

Gov. Our expectation hath this day an end:
The dauphin, whom of succour we entreated,
Returns us-that his powers are not yet ready
To raise so great a siege. Therefore, dread king,
We yield our town, and lives, to thy soft mercy:
Enter our gates; dispose of us, and ours;
For we no longer are defensible.

K. Hen. Open your gates.--Corne, uncle Exeter,
Go you and enter Harfleur; there remain,
And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French:
Use mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle,—
The winter coming on, and sickness growing
Upon our soldiers,-we'll retire to Calais.

Mac. I do not know you so good a man as my-To-night in Harfleur will we be your guest; self: so Chrish save me, I will cut off bead. your

Gow. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.

Jamy. Au! that's a foul fault. [A parley sounded.
Gow. The town sounds a parley.

To-morrow for the march are we addrest.5

[Flourish. The King, &c. enter the town.

SCENE IV-Rouen. A room in the palace.

Enter Katharine and Alice.

Kath. Alice, tu as esté en Angleterre, et tu par

Flu. Captain Macmorris, when there is more better opportunity to be required, look you, I willes bien le language. be so bold as to tell you, I know the disciplines of war; and there is an end.

[Exeunt. SCENE III-The same. Before the gates of Harfleur. The Governor and some citizens on the walls; the English forces below. Enter King Henry and his train.

Alice. Un peu, madame.

Kath. Je te prie, m'enseignez; il faut que j'ap prenne à parler. Comment appellez vous la main, en Anglois?

Alice. La main? elle est appellée, de hand.
Kath. De hand. Et les doigts?

Alice. Les doigts? ma foy, je oublie les doigts;

K. Hen. How yet resolves the governor of the mais je me souviendray. Les doigts? je pense,

town?

This is the latest parle we will admit :
Therefore, to our best mercy give yourselves;
Or, like to men proud of destruction,
Defy us to our worst: for, as I am a soldier

(A name, that, in my thoughts, becomes me best,)
If I begin the battery once again,

I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur,

Till in her ashes she lie buried.

The gates of mercy shall be all shut up;

(1) Requite, answer. (2) Soiled. (3) Cruel.

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 band, de fingres, de nails.

Alice. C'est bien dit, madame; il est fort bon Anglois.

(4) Without success. (5) Prepared.

Kath. Dites moy en Anglois, le bras.
Alice. De arm, madame.
Kath. Et le coude.
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.

Alice. De elbow, madame.

Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?
And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine,
Seem frosty? Ó, for honour of our land,
Let us not hang like roping icicles
Upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty
people

Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields;
Poor-we may call them, in their native lords.
Dau. By faith and honour,

Our madams mock at us; and plainly say,
Our mettle is bred out; and they will give

Kath. O Seigneur Dieu! je m'en oublie ; De el-Their bodies to the lust of English youth,

bow. Comment appellez vous le col?

sin.

Alice. De neck, madame.

Kath. De neck: Et le menton ?

Alice. De chin.

Kath. De sin. Le col, de neck: le menton, de

Alice. Ouy. Sauf vostre honneur; en verité vous prononces les mots aussi droict que les natifs 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. Alice. Sauf vostre honneur, de elbow. Kath. Ainsi dis je; de elbow, de neck, et de sin : Comment appellez vous le pieds et la robe?

Alice. De foot, madame; et de con. 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. faut de foot, et de con. neant-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 disner. [Exeunt. SCENE V-The same. Another room in the Enter the French King, the Dauphin, Duke of Bourbon, the Constable of France, and

same.

others.

Fr. King. 'Tis certain, he hath pass'd the river Some.

Con. And if he be not fought withal, my lord, Let us not live in France; let us quit all, And give our vineyards to a barbarous people.

Dau. O Dieu vivant! shall a few sprays of us, The emptying of our fathers' luxury,! Our scions, put in wild and savage stock, Spirt up so suddenly into the clouds,

And overlook their grafters?

Bour. Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards!

Mort de ma vie! if they march along

Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom,
To buy a slobbery and a dirty

m

In that nook-shotten? isle of Albion.

To new-store France with bastard warriors.
Bour. They bid us-to the English dancing-

schools,

And teach lavoltas4 high, and swift corantos;
Saying, our grace is only in our heels,
And that we are most lofty runaways.

Fr. King. Where is Montjoy, the herald? speed him hence;

Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.-
Up, princes; and, with spirit of honour edg'd,
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, Chatillon, Rambures, Vaudemont,
Beaumont, Grandpré, Roussi, and Fauconberg,
Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois;
High dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and
knights,

For your great seats, now quit you of great shames.
Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land
With penons painted in the blood of Harfleur:
Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow
Upon the valleys; whose low vassal seat
The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon :
Go down upon him,-you have power enough,—
And in a captive chariot, into Rouen
Bring him our prisoner.

Con.
This becomes the great.
Sorry am I, his numbers are so few,
His soldiers sick, and famish'd in their march;
For, I am sure, when he shall see our army,
He'll drop his heart into the sink of fear,
And, for achievement, offer us his ransom.

Fr. King. Therefore, lord constable, haste on And let him say to England, that we send Montjoy: To know what willing ransom he will give.Prince dauphin, you shall stay with us in Rouen. Dau. Not so, I do beseech your majesty.

Fr. King. Be patient, for you shall remain with

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Con. Dieu de battailes! where have they this Agamemnon; and a man that I love and honour

mettle?

Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull?
On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale,
Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden water
A drench for sur-rein'd3 jades, their barley broth,

(1) Lust. (2) Projected. (3) Over-strained.

with my soul, and my heart, and my duty, and my fe, and my livings, and my uttermost powers: he - not (Got be praised, and plessed!) any hurt in 'orld; but keeps the pridge most valiantly, with xcellent discipline. There is an ensign there at (4) Dances,

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(5) Pendants, small flags

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