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turn into London, under the form of a soldier. Such fellows are perfect in the 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 disgrac'd, what terms the enemy stood on; and this they con perfectly in the phrase of war, which they trick up with new-turn’d oaths ; and what a beard of the general's cut, and a horrid suite of the camp, will do aniong foaming bottles and ale-wash'd wits, is wonderful to be thought on! But you must learn to know 9 such Nanders 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 shew to the world he is; if I find a hole in his coat, I will tell him my mind. Hear you, the King is coming, and I must speak with him from the pridge.'
9 Such anders of the age. ] “ from the Sequel, that the This was a character very trouble “ Scene here continues, and some to wise men in our authour's “ the affair of the Bridge is time. It is the practice with him, “ over.” This is a most inacsays Ascham, to be warlike though curate Criticism. Tho' the Afhe never looked enemy in the face, fair of the Bridge be over, is that get some warlike hgn must le ufed, a Reason, that the King mult as a slovenly briskin, or an over receive no Intelligence from faring frownced heat, as though thence? Fluellen, who comes out of every hair's top should jud- from the Bridge, wants to acdenly start a good big oath, quaint the King with the Trant
i I must speak with him from actions that had happened there. the pridge.] “Speak with bim This he calls speaking to the King “ from the Bridge, Mr. Pope tells from the Bridge. THEOBALD.
us, is added in the latter E With this Dr. Warburton come ç ditions; but that it is plain curs.
S CE N E VIII. Drum and Colours. Enter the King, and his poor
soldiers, Flu. God pless your Majesty.
K. Henry. How now, Fluellen, cam’st thou from the bridge ?
Flu. I, so please your Majesty : the Duke of Excter has very gallantly maintain'd the pridge ; the French is gone off, look you, and there is gallant and most prave passages ; marry, th’achversary was have pofsession of tne pridge, but he is enforced to retire, and the Duke of Exeter is master of the pridge. I can tell your Majesty, the Duke is a prave man.
K. Henry. What men have you lost, Fluellen?
Flu. I he perdition of th'athversary hath been very great, very reasonably great; marry, for my part, I think, the l'uke hath lost never a man but one that is like to be executed for robbing a church, one Bardolph, if your vlajesty know the man; his face is all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs, and fames of fire ; and his lips blows ar his nose, and it is like a coal of fire; sometimes plu-, and sometimes red; but his nose is executed, and his fire's * out.
K. Henry. We would have such offenders so cut off; And give express charge, that in all our march There shall be nothing taken from the villages, But shall be paid for; and no French upbraided, Or yet abused in disdainful language ; When lenity and cruelty play for kingdoms, The gentler gamefter is the soonest winner.
his fire's out] This is the is very cold to the solitary reader, last time that any sport can be though it may be fomewhat inmade with the red face of Bar- vigorated by the exhibition on dolph, which, to confess the truth, the stage. This poet is always seems to have taken more hold more careful about the present on Shakespeare's imagination than than the future, about his auon any other. The conception dience than his readers.
Tucket sounds. Enter Mountjoy. Mount. You know me : by my habit.
K. Henry. Well then, I know thee; what shall I know of thee?
Mount. My master's mind.
K. Henry. What is thy name? I know thy quality.
? By my babit.] That is, by particular occasions. his herald's coat. The person 3 On our cue.] In our turn. of a herald being inviolable was This phrase the authour learned distinguished in those times of among players, and has imparted formality by a peculiar dress, it to kings. which is likewise yet worn on
K. Henry. Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee
back, And tell thy King, I do not seek him now; But could be willing to march on to Calais Without impeachment; for to say the footh, Though 'tis no wisdom to confess so much Unto an enemy of craft and vantage, My people are with sickness much enfeebled, My numbers lefsen'd ; and those few I have, Almost no better than so many French ; Who, when they were in health, I tell thee, herald, I thought, upon one pair of English legs Did march three Frenchmen. Yet, forgive me God, That I do brag thus ; this your air of France Hath blown that vice in me; I must repent. Go, therefore, tell thy master, here I am, My ransom is this frail and worthless trunk, My army but a weak and sickly guard, Yet, God before, tell him we will come on, Though France himself, and such another neighbour, Stand in our way. There's for thy labour, Mountjoy. Go, bid thy master well advise himself: If we may pass, we will; if we be hinder’d, We shall your tawny ground with your red blood Discolour; and so, Mountjoy, fare you well. The sum of all our answer is but this ; We would not feek a battle as we are, Yet, as we are, we say, we will not shun it : So tell your master. Mount. I shall deliver fo. Thanks to your High
[Exit. 4 God before.] This was an herdsman takes his leave in these expression in that age for God be- words, ing my guide, or, when used to another, God be thy guide. So in
Now go thy ways, and God
before. an old dialogue between a herdfman and a maiden going on pil To prevent was used in the grimage to Walingham, the same fense.
Glou. I hope, they will not come upon us now.
Enter the Constable of France, the Lord Rambures,
Orleans, Dauphin, with others. Con. TUT, I have the best armour of the world.
Would it were day!
Con. It is the best horse of Europe.
Dau. My Lord of Orleans, and my Lord high Constable, you talk of horse and armour,
Orl. You are as well provided of both, as any Prince in the world.
Dau. What a long night is this ! I will not change my horse with any that treads but on four pafterns ; ça, ha! le Cheval volant, the Pegasus, chez les Narines de feu! he bounds from the earth, as if his entrails were hairs; when I bestride him, I foar, I am a Hawk; he trots the air, the earth sings when he touches it; the
5 Scene IX.] This scene is if his entrails were hairs;] Alshorter, and I think better, in luding to the bounding of tennisthe first editions of 1600 and balls, which were stuffed with 1608. But as the enlargements hair, as appears from Much adə appear to be the author's own, atout Nothing, Ard the old ornaI would not omit them. Pope. ment of his cheek hath already
6. be lounds from the earth, as fiufft tennis-balls. WARBURTON,