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From camp to camp, through the foul womb of

The hum of either army stilly sounds ;
That the fixt Sentinels almost receive
The secret whispers of each other's watch.
Fire answers fire; and through their paly flames
Each battle fees + the other's umber'd face.
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents,
The armourers accomplishing the knights,
With busy hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparacion.
The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll;
And (the third hour of drousy morning namid)
Proud of their numbers and secure in foul,
The confident and over lusty French
5 Do the low-rated English play at dice;
And chide the cripple tardy-gated night,
Who, like a foul and ugly witch, does limp
So tediously away. The poor condemned English,
Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires
Sit patiently, and inly ruminate
The morning's danger : and their gesture sad,
o Invest in lank-lean cheeks and war-worn coats,
Presented them unto the gazing moon
So many horrid ghosts.' Who now beholds
The royal captain of this ruin'd band
Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent,
Let him cry, Praise and glory on bis head!

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5 Do the low rated English gesture was cloath’d, or set off, play at dice ;] i. e. do play them in lean-cheeks and worn coats.

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WARBURTON. &c.] A gesture investing checks


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For forth he goes and visits all his host,
Bids them good morrow with a modest smile,
And calls them brothers, friends, and countrymen.
Upon his royal face there is no note,
How dread an army hath enrounded him
Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour
Unto the weary and all-watched night,
But freshly looks and over-bears attaint,
With chearful semblance and sweet majesty ;
That ev'ry wretch, pining and pale before,
Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks.
A largess universal, like the sun,
His lib'ral eye doth give to ev'ry one,
Thawing cold - fear. Then, mean and gentle, all
Behold, as may unworthiness define,
A little touch of Harry in the night.
And so our scene must to the battle fly,
Where, O for pity! we shall much disgrace,
With four or five most vile and ragged foils,
Right ill dispos’d, in brawl ridiculous,
The name of Agincourt. Yet sit and fee,
"Minding true things by what their mock'ries be. (Exit.

The English Camp, at Agincourt.
Enter King Henry and Gloucester.

Loʻster, 'tis true, that we are in great

K. Henry. Goldanger :


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Fear; that mean and them; he'll shew (as well as his gentle all

unworthy Pen and Powers can Bebold, (as may, &c. ] As describe it) a little Touch, or this stood, it was a molt per- Sketch of this Hero in the plex'd and nonsensical Passage: Night.

THEOBALD. and could not be intelligible, but Minding true ihings.] To as I have corrected it. The Poet, mind is the same as to call to rethen addressing himself to every membrance. Degree of his Audience, tells VOL. IV.



The greater therefore should our courage be.

Enter Bedford. - Good morrow, brother Bedford.God Almighty ! There is some foul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out ; For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Which is both healthful, and good husbandry. Besides, they are our outward consciences, And preachers to us all; admonishing, That we should dress us fairly for our end. Thus may we gather honey from the weed, And make a nioral of the devil himself.

Enter Erpingham. Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham, A good soft pillow for that good white head Were better than a churlish turf of France. Erping. Not fo, my Liege; this lodging likes me

better; Since I may say, now lie I like a King:

K. Henry. 'Tis good for men to love their present pain
Upon example ; so the spirit is eased,
And when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt,
The organs, though defunct and dead before,
Break up their drowsy grave, and newly move
With caited 'fough and fresh legerity.
Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas. Brothers both,
Commend me to the Princes in our camp,
Do my good morrow to them, and anon
Desire them all to my pavilion.

Glou. We shall, my Liege.
Erping. Shall I attend your grace ?

K. Henry. No, my good knight,
Go with my brothers to my lords of England.

8 Slough is the skin which the supposed to regain new vigour serpent annually throws off, and and fresh youth. Legerity is lightby the change of which he is nels, nimbleness.

I and my bosom must debate a while,
And then I would no other company.
Erping. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble

Harry! K. Henry. God-a-mercy, old heart, thou speak'st chearfully.


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Pift. Qui va ?
K. Henry, A friend.

Pift. Discuss unto me, art thou officer ?
Or art thou base, common and popular ?

K. Henry. I am a gentleman of a company.
Pift. Trail'st thou the puissant pike?
K. Henry. Even fo. What are you ?
Pift. As good a gentleman as the Emperor.
K. Henry. Then you are a better than the King.

Pijt The King's a bawcock, and a heart of gold,
A lad of life, an imp of fame,

parents good, of fift most valiant ;
I kiss his dirty shoe, and from my heart-string
I love the lovely bully. What's thy name?

K. Henry. Harry le Roy.
Pift. Le Roy! a Cornish name : art thou of Cornish

crew ?

K. Henry. No, I am a Welshman.
Pist. Know'st thou Fluellen?
K. Henry. Yes.

Pift. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate, Upon St. David's day.

K. Henry. Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, lest he knock that about yours.

Pift. Art thou his friend ?
K. Henry. And his kinsman too.
Pist. The Figo for thee then!
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K, Henry.

K. Henry. I thank you. God be with you.
Pist. My name is Pistol call’d.

[Exit. K. Henry. It forts well with your fierceness.

[Manet King Henry. Enter Fluellen, and Gower, severally. Gow. Captain Fluellen.

Flu. So ; in the name of Jesu Christ, speak fewer ; it is the greatest admiration in the universal world, when the true and auncient prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not kept. If you would take the pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the great, you shall find, I warrant you, that there is no tittle tattle, nor pibble pabble, in Pompey's camp; I warrant you, you shall find the ceremonies of the wars, and the cares of it, and the forms of it, and the fobrieties of it, and the modesty of it to be otherwise.

Gow. Why, the enemy is loud, you hear him all night.

Flu. If the enemy is an ass and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an ass and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, in your own conscience now?

Gow. I will speak lower.
Flu. I pray you, and beseech you, that you will.

[Exeunt. K. Henry. Though it appear a little out of fashion, There is much care and valour in this Wellbman.

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Enter three Soldiers, John Bates, Alexander Court,

and Michael Williams.

Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks yonder ?


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