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Mort de ma vie! if thus they march along
Unfought withal, but I will sell my Dukedom,
To buy a foggy and a dirty farm
In that nook - Thotten 3 Ine of Albion.
Con. Dieu de Batailles ! why, whence have they this

mettle ?
Is not their climate foggy, raw and dull?
On whom, as in despight, the Sun looks pale,
Killing their fruit with frowns ? can fodden water,
A drench for sur-reyn'd jades, their barly-broth,
Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?
And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine,
Seem frosty ? Oh ! for honour of our land,
Let us not hang like frozen isicles
Upon our house-tops, while more frosty people
Sweat drops of gallant blood 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
Their bodies to the luft of English youth,
To new-store France with bastard warriors.

Bour. They bid us to the Englis dancing-schools,
And teach La volta's high, and swift Corantos ;
Saying, our grace is only in our heels ;
And that we are most lofty run-aways.
Fr. King. Where is Mountjoy, the herald ? speed him


3 In that nook-hotten Isle of Al A drench for sur-reyn'd jades,-)

bion ) Sborten fignites any The exact meaning of Jur-reyn'd thing, projeEled : So nook-hotten I do not know. It is common Ifle, is an Inle that shoots out in to give horses over-ridden or feto capes, promontories and necks verith, ground malt and hot waof land, the very figure of Grea!- ter mixed, which is called a Britain. WARBURTON. majh. To this he alludes.

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Let him greet England wit] Our sharp defiance.
Up, Princes, and with spirit of honour edg’d,
Yet sharper than your swords, hie to the field.
Clarles Delabreth, s high constable of France;
You, dukes of Oriean', Bourbon, and of Berry,
Alonfort, Brabant, Bar and Burgundy,
Jaques Chatillion, Ramburis, Vaudemont,
Beaumont, Grandpree, Rousic, and Faulconbridge,
Leys, Lestraile, Bouciqualt, and Charaloys,
High Dukes, great Princes, Barons, Lords and Knights,
For your great seats now quit you of great shames,
Bar Harry England, that tweeps through our land
With penons painted in the blood of Harfieur ;
Ruh on his hoft, as doth the melted snow 6
Upon the vallies; whose low vallal seat
The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon.
Go down upon him, you have pow'r enough,
And in a captive chariot into Roan
Bring him our prisoner.

Con. This becomes the great.
Sorry am I, his numbers are so few,
His foldiers fick, and famifht 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 atchievement offer us his ransom.
Fr.King. Therefore, Lord Constable, hafte on Mount-


$ Charles Delabreth, &c.] Mil. it as I found it. ton somewhere bids the English • The poet has here defeated take notice how their names are himself by passing too soon from mispelt by foreigners, and seems one image to another. To bid to think that we may lawfully the French rush upon the English treat foreign names in return as the torrents formed from meltwith the fame neglcct. This ed snow stream from the Alps, privilege seems to be exercised was at once vehement and proin this catalogue of French names, per, but its force is destroyed by which, fince the sense of the au- the grossness of she thought in thour is not"afierted, I have left the next line.



And let him say to Englar ; that we send
To know what willing ransom he will give.
Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Roan.

Dau. Not so, I do beseech your Majesty.

Fr. King. Be patient, for you shall remain with us. Now forth, Lord Constable, and Princes all; And quickly bring us word of England's fall. [Exeunt.

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Gow. T TOW now, captain Fluellen, come you from

the bridge ? Flu. I assure you, there is very excellent services committed at the pridge.

Gow. Is the Duke of Exeter fafe?

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 living, and my uttermolt power. He is not, God be praised and plessed, any hurt in the world; he is maintain the pridge most valiantly, with excellent discipline. There is an Antient lieutenant there at the pridge, I think, in my very conscience, he is as valiant a man as Mark Antony, and he is a man of no estimation in the world, but I did see him do gallant services.

Gow. What do you call him ?
Flu. He is call's Ancient Pistol.
Gow. I know him not.

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Flu. Here is the man.
Pift. Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours :
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The Duke of Exeter doth love thee well.

Flu. I, I praise God, and I have merited some love at his hands.

Pist. Bardolph, a soldier firm and sound of heart, And buxom valour, hath by cruel fate, And giddy fortune's furious fickle wheel, That Goddess blind that stands upon the rolling rest

less stone Flu. By your patience, Ancient Piftol: Fortune is painted plind, with a muffler before her eyes, ? to fignify to you that fortune is plind; and she is painted also with a wheel, to signify to you, which is the moral of it, that she is turning and inconstant; and mitabilities and variations; and her foot, look you,

is fixed upon a spherical stone, which rowles, and rowles, and rowles ; in good truth, the Poet makes a most excellent description of it. Fortune is an excellent moral.

Pift. Fortune is Bardolpk's foe, and frowns on hin, For he hath ftol’n a * Pix, and hanged must a' be, Damned death!


7 Fortune is painted PLIND, ably, he did here. We hould with a mufier before her eyes, to therefore strike out the first fliek, Signify to you that fortune i pi'nd;] and read, Here the fool of a player was Fortune is fainted suith a nu for making a joke, as Hamlet ficr, &c.

WARBURTON. says, not jer duwn for h m, and 8 The old editions, prewing a mojt pitiful ambition to For he buth ftol'n a Pax,] “ And be witty. For Fluellem, though “ this is conformable to History, he speaks with his country ac (says Mr. Pope) a Soldier (as cent, yet is all the way repre Hall tells us) being hang'd at sented as a man of good plain " this Time for such a Fact." sense. Therefore, as it appears

Both Hall and Holing fhead agree he knew the meaning of the as to the point of the 7 heft; but term plind, by his use of it, he as to the Thing stolen, there is could never have said that For not that Conformity betwixt them - tune was painted plind, to fignify and Mr. Pope. It was an allshe was plind. He might as well cient custom, at the Celebration have said afterwards, that the of Mass, that when the Priett was painted inconfiant, to hgnify pronounc'd these Words, Pas De jhe vi as incoufi ont. But there he mini fit femper vobiscum! both speaks fense, and so, unquestion- Clergy and People kiss'd one


Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free,
And let not hemp his wind-pipe suffocate ;
But Exeter hath given the doom of death,
For Pix of little price. Therefore, go speak,
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 meaning

Pijt. 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 good pleature, and put him to executions ; for disciplines ought to be used. Pist. Die and be damn'd, and Figo for thy friend

Flu. It is well.
Pift. The fig of Spain
Flu. Very good.

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

Flu. I'll assure you, he utter'd as prave words 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 re

[Exit Pist.

another. And this was call'd “ Soldier (says Hall expressly, Ofculum Pacis, the Kiss of Peace. “ and Holing fhead after him ;) But that custom being abrogated, « stole a Pix out of a Church." a certain Image is now presented

THEOBALD. to be kiss'd, which is call'd a What Theohald says is true, but Pax. But it was not this Image might have been told in fewer which Bardolph stole; it was a words: I have examined the palPix; or little Chelt, (from the fage in Hall. Yet Dr. Warburton Latin Word, Pixis, a Box;) in rejected the emendation, and conwhich the consecrated Hoft was tinued Pope's note without ani, used to be kept.“ A foolith madversion.


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