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Io that nook-shotten' isle of Albion. [mettle | Now, forth, lord constable, and princes all :

Con. Dieu de batailles! where have they this And quickly bring us word of England's fall. Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull;

[Ereunt. On whom, as in despight, the sun looks pale,

Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden water, 5

The English Camp.
A drench for sur-reyn’djades, their barley broth,
Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat ?

Enter Gower and Fluellen.
And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine, Gow. Ilow now, captain Fluellen? come you
Seem frosty? Oh, for honour of our land, from the bridge
Let us not hang like roping icicles [ple 10 Flu. I assure you there is very excellent service
Upon the houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty peo- committed at the pridge,
Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields; Gow. Is the duke of Exeter safe?
Poor-we may call them, in their native lords. Flu. The duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as
Dau. By faith and honour,

Agamemnon; and a man that I love and honour Our madams mock at us; and plainly say, 15 with my soul, and my heart, and my duty, and my Our mettle is bred out; and they will give life, and my livings, and iny uttermost powers: he Their bodies to the lust of English youth, is not (Got be praised and plessed!) any hurt in To new store France with bastard warriors. the 'orld; but keeps the pridge most valiantly, Bour. They bid us to the English dancing- with excellent discipline. There is an ancient schools,

20 lieutenant there at the pridge,--I think in my very And teach lavoltas' high, and swift corantos; conscience, he is as valiant a man as Mark AnSaying, our grace is only in our heels,

tony; and he is a man of no estimation in the And that we are most lofty run-aways.

l'orld; but I did see him do gallant services. Fr.King: Where is Montjoy, the herald ? speed Gow. What do you call him? him hence;

25 Flu. He is calld-ancient Pistol. Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.- Gow. I know him not. Up, princes; and, with spirit of honouredg'd,

Enter Pistol. More sharper than your swords, hie to the field: Flu. Do you not know him? Here comes the Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France; You dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berry, 30 Pist. Captain, I beseech thee to do me favours: Alençon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy;

The duke of Exeter doth love thee well. Jaques Chatillion, Rambures, Vaudemont,

Flu. Ay, I praise Got; and I have merited some Beaumont, Grandpré, Roussi, and Fauconberg, love at his hands. Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois;

Pist. Bardolph, a soldier firm and sound at heart, High dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and 35 Of buxom valour, hath,—by cruel fate, knights,

And giddy fortune's furious tickle wheel, For your great seats, now quit you of great shames. That goddess blind, Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land That stands upon the rolling restless stone,With pennons* painted in the blood of Harfleur: Flu. By your patience, ancient Pistol. Fortune Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow 40 is painted plind, with a muffler before her eyes, Upon the vallies; whose low vassal seat

to signify to you, that fortune is plind: And she The Alps doth spit and void his rheuin upon: is painted also with a wheel; to signify to you, Go down upon him,-you have power enough,- which is the moral of it, that she is turning, and And in a captive chariot, into Roan

inconstant, and mutabilities, and variations; and Bring him our prisoner.

45 her foot, look you, is fixed upon a spherical stone, Con. This becomes the great.

which rolls, and rolls, and rolls:-In good truth, Sorry am I, his numbers are so few,

the poet makes a most excellent description of His soldiers sick, and famish'd in their march; fortune: fortune, look you, is an excellent moral., For I am sure, when he shall see our army,

Pist. Fortune is Bardolphi’s foe, and frowns on He'll drop his heart into the sink of fear, 50 And, for atchievement, offer us his ransom. For he hath stolen a pár, and hang'd must 'a be. Fr. King: Therefore, lord constable, 'haste on Damn'd death! Montjoy;

Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free, And let him say to England, that we send

And let not hemp his wind-pipe suffocate : To know what willing ransom he will give.- 155 But Exeter hath given the doom of death, Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Roan. For pir of little price.

Dau. Not so, I do beseech your majesty. Therefore, go speak, the duke will hear thy voice: Fr.King. Be patient, for you shall remain with And let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut

With edge of penny.cord, and vile reproach: Shotten signifies any thing projected: so nook-shotten isle is an isle that shoots out into capes, promontories, and necks of land, the very figure of Great Britain. ?i. e, over-ridden horses. Hanmer observes that in this dance there was much turning and much capering. * Pennons armorial were sinall flags, on which the arms, device, and motto of a knight were painted. Pennon means the same as pendant. :i. e. vaļour under good command, obedient to its superiors.


him ;


Speak, captain, for his life, and I will thee requite. Flu. The perdition of th' athversary hath been

Flu. Ancient Pistol, I do partly understand your very great, very reasonable great: marry, for my meaning:

part, I think the duke hath lost never a man, but Pist. Why then rejoice therefore.

one that is like to be executed for robbing a church, Flu. Certainly, ancient, it is not a thing to re- 5 lone Bardolph, if your majesty know the man: joice at: for if, look you, he were my brother, 1 his face is all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs, would desire the duke to use his goot pleasure, and flames of fire: and his lips plows at his nose, and put him to executions; for discipline ought and it is like a coal of fire, sometimes plue and to be used.

sometimes red; but his nose is executed, and his Pist. Die and be damn’d; and figo for thy 10 fire's out. friendship!

K. Henry. We would have all such offenders so Flu. It is well.

cut off—and we give express charge, that, in our Pist. The fig' of Spain!

[Exit Pistol.

marches through the country, there be nothing Flu. Very good.

compelled from the villages, nothing taken but Gow. Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal: 1 5 paid for; none of the French upbraided, or abused I remember him now; a bawd, a cut-purse. in disdainful language; For when lenity and

Flu. I'll assure you, 'a utter'd as prave 'ords at cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentlest gamester the pridge, as you shall see in a suinmer's day: is the soonest winner. But it is very well; what he has spoke to me, that Tucket sounds. Enter Mon!joy.

well, I warrant you, when time is serve. 120 Míont. You know me by my babit'.

Gow. Why, 'iis a gull, a fool, a rogue; that K. Henry. Well then, I know thee; What shall now and then goes to the wars, to grace himself,

I know of thee? at his return into London, under the form of a Mont. My master's inind. soldier. And such fellows are perfect in the great K. Henry. Unfold it. commanders' names: and they will learn you by 25 Niont. Thus says iny king:—Say thou to Harry rote, where services were done ;-at such and of England, Though we seemed dead, we did but such a sconce?, at such a breach, at such a convoy; sleep; Advantage is a better soldier, than rashness. who came off bravely, who was shot, who dis- Tell him, we could have rebuk'd him at Harfleur; grac'd, what terms the enemy stood on; and this but that we thought not good to bruise an injury, they con perfectly in the phrase of war, which they 30/'till it were full ripe:--Now we speak upon our trick up with new-tuned oaths: And what a cue', and our voice is imperial: England shall rebeard of the general's cut, and a horrid suit of the pent his folly, see his weakness, and admire our camp, will do among foaming bottles, and ale- sufferance. Bid him, therefore, consider of his wash'd wits, is wonderful to be thought on! But ransom; which must proportion the losses we you must learn to know such slanders of the age, 35 have borne, the subjects we have lost, the disgrace or else you may be marvellously mistook. we have digested; which, in weight to re-answer,

Flu. I tell you what, captain Gower;-I do per- his pettiness would bow under. For our losses, ceive, he is not the man that he would gladly his exchequer is too poor; for the effusion of our make shew to the 'orld he is; if I find a hole in blood, the muster of his kingdom too faint a numhis coat, I will tell him my mind. Hear you, the 40 ber; and for our disgrace, his own person, kneelking is coming; and I nust speak with him from ing at our feet, but a weak and worthless satisfacthe pridge,

tion. To this add-detiance: and tell him, for Drum and colours. Enter the King, Gloster, conclusion, he hath betray'd his followers, whose and Soldiers.

condemnation is pronounced. So far my king and Flu. Got pless your majesty!

45 master; so much


office. K. Henry. Howy now, Fluellin? cam'st thou K. Henry. What is thy name? I know thy from the bridge?

quality. Flii. Ay, so please your majesty. The duke of Mont. Montjoy. Exeter has very gallantly maintaind the pridge: K. Henry. Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn the French is gone oit, look you; and there is gal- 50 thee back, lants and most prave passages: Marry, th'athver- And tell thy king, I do not seek him now; sary was have possession of the pridge; but he is But could be willing to march on to Calais enforced to reure, and the duke of Exeter is Without impeachment ’: for, to say the sooth, saster of the pridge: I can tell your majesty, the (Though 'tis no wisdom to confess so much duke is a prave man.

55 Unto an enemy of craft and vantage) K'. Henry. What men have you lost, Fluellen i My people are with sickness much enfeebled;

This alludes to the custom of giving poison'd figs to those who were the objects either of Spanish or Italian revenge. ? A sconce appears to have been some hasty, rude, inconsiderable kind of fortification. 'The 4tos 1600, &c. read-a horrid shout of the camp. * Mont joie is the title of the tirst king at arins in France, as Garter is in our own country. SThat is, by my herald's coat. In our turn. This phrase the author learned among players, and has imparted it to kings, 'i.e. hindrance.



My nuinbers lessen'd; and those few I have, Orl. He's of the colour of the nutmeg.
Alinost no better than so many French;

Dau. And of the heat of the ginger. It is a Who when they were in health, I tell thee, herald, beast for Perseus: he is pure air and fire; and I thought, "pon one pair of English legs

the dull elements of earth and water never apDid march three Frenchmen.Yet, forgive me 5 pear in him, but only in patient stillness, while God,

This rider mounts him: he is, indeed, a horse; and That I do brag thus!-this your air of France fall other jades you may call-beasts'. Hath blown that vice in me; I must repent. Con. Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and Go, therefore, tell thy master,--here I am ; excellent horse. My ransom, is this frail and worthless trunk; 10 Dau. It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is My army, but a weak and sichly guard;

like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance Yet, God before', tell him we will come on,

enforces homage. Though France himself, and such another neigh- Orl. No more, cousin. bour,

(joy. Dau. Nay, the man hath no wit, that cannot, Stand in our way. There's for thy labour, Mont- 15 from the rising of the lark to the lodging of the Go, bid thy master well advise himself:

lamb, vary deserved praise on my palfrey: it is a If we may pass, we will; if we be hinder'd, theme as fluent as the sea: turn the sands into We shall your tawny ground with your red blood eloquent tongues, and my horse is argument for Discolour: and so, Montjoy, fare you well. them all: 'tis a subject for a sovereign to reason The sum of all our answer is but this: 20on, and for a sovereign's sovereign to ride on; We would not seek a battle, as we are;

and for the world (fainiliar to us, and anknown) Nor, as we are, we say, we will not shun it; to lay apart their particular functions, and wonder So tell your master.

at him. I once writ a sonnet in his praise, and Mont. I shall deliver so. Thanks to your high- began thus, Wonder of nature,

[Erit. 25 Orl. I have heard a sonnet begin so to one's Glo. I hope, they will not come upon us now.

mistress. K. Henry. We are in God's hand, brother, not Dau. Then did they imitate that which I comin theirs.

pos’d to my courser; for my horse is my mistress. March to the bridge; it now draws towaru Orl. Your mistress bears well. night:

30 Dau. Me well; which is the prescript praise Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves; and perfection of a good and particular mistress. And on to-morrow bid them march away. (Exeunt. Con. Ma foy! the other day, methought, your SCENE VII.

mistress shrewdly shook your back.

Dau. So, perhaps, did yours.
The French Camp near Agincourt.

Con. Mine was not bridled.
Enter the Constable of France, the Lord Ram- Dau. O! then, belike, she was old and gentle ;

bures,the Duke of Orleans, Dauphin,with others. and you rode, like a kerne of Ireland, your French

Con. Tut! I have the best arinourot the world.- hose off, and in your strait trossers'. Would it were day!

Con. You have good judgement in horsemanship. Orl. You have an excellent armour; but let 40 Duu. Be warn’d by me, then: they that ride my horse have his elue.

so, and riile not warily, fall into foul bogs; I had Con. It is the best horse of Europe.

rather have my horse to my mistress. Orl. Will it never be morning?

Con. I had as lief have my mistress a jacle. Duu. My lord of Orleans, and my lord high Dau. I tell thee, consta le, my mistress wears constable, you talk of horse and armour,

45her own liair. Orl. You are as well provided of both, as any Con. I could make as true a boast as that, if I prince in the world.

had a sow to my mistress. Dau. What a long night is this! I will not Dau. Le chien est retourné à son propre rochange my horse with any that treads but un four missement, la truie lacée au bourbier : thou pasterns. Ca, ha! Jle bounds from the earth, as 50 mak’st use of any thing. if his entrails were hairs; le cheval volunt, the Con. Yet do I not use my horse for iny mistress: Pegasus, qui a les nurines de feu! When I be- or any such proverb, so liitle kin to the purpose. stride hiin, 1 soar, I am a hawk: he trots the Ram. My lord constable, the armour that

1 air; the earth sings when he touches it; the in your tent to-night, are those stars, or suns, upbasest horn of his hoof is more musical than the 55 on it? pipe of Hernes.

Con. Stars, my lord. · This was an expression in that age for God being my guide, or, when used to another, God be thu guide. Alluding to the bounding of tennis-balls, which were stuff' with hair, as appears from Aluch ado about Nothing: “And the old ornament of his cheek hath already stufi'd tennis-balls." > Jude is sometimes used for a post-horse. Beast is always employed as a contemptuous distinction. “Here, probably, some foolish poem of our author's time is ridiculed. Trossers signifies a pair of breeches. Mr. Steevens observes, that the kerns, or peasants, of Ireland, anciently rode without breeches; and therefore struit trossers may mean only in their naked skin, which sits close to them.




Dau. Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope. Orl. And I will take up that with Give the Con. And yet my sky shall not want.

devil his due. Duu. That may be, for you bear many super- Con. Well plac'd; there stands your friend for fluously; and 'twere more honour, some were the devil: have at the very eye of that proverb, away.

5 with-A pox

of the devil. Con. Even as your horse bears your praises : Orl. You are the better at proverbs, by how who would trot as well, were some of your brags much-A fool's bolt is soon shot. dismounted.

Con. You have shot over. Dau. Would I were able to load him with his Orl. 'Tis not the first time you were over-shot. desert! Will it never be day? I will trot to-mor-10

Enter a Messenger. row a mile, and niy way shall be paved with Mles. My lord highi constable, the English lie English faces.

within fifteen hundred paces of your tent. Con. I will not say so, for fear I should be fac'd Con. Who hath measur'd the ground? out of my way: But I would it were morning, Mess. The lord Grandpré. for I would fain be about the ears of the English. 15 Con. A valiant and most expert gentleman.

Ram. Who will go to hazard with me for twenty 'Would it were day!--Alas, poor Harry of EngEnglish prisoners?

land! he longs not for the dawning, as we do. Con. You must first go yourself to hazard, ere Orl. What a wretched and peevish fellow is you have them.

this king of England, to mope with his fat-brain'd Dau. 'Tis

midnight, I'll go arm myself. [Exit. 20 followers so far out of his knowledge! Orl. The Dauphin longs for morning.

Con. If the English had any apprehension, they Ram. He longs to eat the English.

Iwould run away. Con. I think, he will eat all he kills.

Orl. 'That they lack; for if their heads had any Orl. By the white hand of my lady, he's a gal. intellectual armour, they could never wear such lant prince.

25 heavy head-pieces. Con. Swear by her foot, that she may tread out Rům. That island of England breeds very vali.the oath.

ant creatures; their mastitts are of unmatchable Orl. He is simply the most active gentleman of courage. France.

Orl. Foolish curs! that run winking into the Con. Doing is activity; and he will still be doing. 30 mouth of a Russian bear, and have their heads Orl. He never did harm, that I heard of. crush'd like rotten apples; you may as well say,

Con. Nor will do none to-inorrow; he will F-that's a valiant flea, that dare eat his breakfast keep that good man still.

on the tip of a lion. Oil. I know him to be valiant.

Con. Just, just; and the men do sympathize Con. I was told that, by one that knows him 35 with the mastiits, in robustious and rough coming better than you.

on, leaving their wits with their wives: and then Orl. What's he?

give them great meals of beef, and iron and steel, Con. Marry, he told me so himself: and he they will eat like wolves, and tight like devils. said, he car'd hot who knew it.

Örl. Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of Orl. He needs not, it is no hidden virtue in hiin. 40 beef,

Con. By my faith, sir, but it is; never any bo- Con. Then we shall find to-morrow-they hare dy saw it, but his lacquey: 'tis a hooded valour; only stomachs to eat, and none to fight. Now it and, when it appears, it will bate'.

is tiine to arm; Come, shall we about it? Orl, Ill-will never said well.

Orl. 'Tis two o'clock: but, let me see-by ten, Con. I will cap that proverb with—There is 45 We shall each have a hundred Englishmen. fattery in friendship,


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Entor Chorus.

From camp to camp, through the foul womb of 53

Chorus. Now, entertain conjecture of a time, The hum of either army stilly sounds,

When creeping murinur, and the That the fix'd centinels alınost receive
poring dark,

The secret whispers of each other's watch:
Fills the wide vessel of the universe.

Fire answers fire; and through their paly tlames ? This alludes to falcons which are kept hooded when they are not to fly at game, and, as soon as the hood is ott, buit or tiap the wing. The meaning is, the Dauphin's valour has never been let loose upon an enemy; yet when he makes his first essay, we shall see how he will flutter. Alluding to tie practice of capping verses. ? Puutish, ia ancient language, signified---foolish, silly,


Each battle sces the other's umber'd' face: (Besides, they are our outward consciences,
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs And preachers to us all; admonishing,
Piercing the nighi’s dull ear: and from the tents, That we should dress us fairly for our end.
The armourers, accomplishing the knights, Thus may we gather honey from the weed,
With busy hainmers closing rivets up,

5) Ind make a moral of the devil himself. Give dreadful note of preparation.

Euter Erpinghum. The country cocks do crow; the clocks do toll, Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpinghamı: And the third hour of drowsy morning name. A good soft pillow for that good white head Proud of their numbers, and secure in soul, Were better than a churlish turf of France. [better, The confident and over-lusty French

10 Erping. Not so, my liege; this lodging likes me Do the low-rated English play at dice;

Since I may say--now liel like a king. [sent pains, And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night,

K'. Henry. 'Tis good for men to love their preWho, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp Opon example; so the spirit is eased: So tediously away. The poor condemned English, And, when the inind is quicken'd, out of doubt, Like sacritices, by their watchful tires

15 The organs, though defunct and dead before, Sit patiently, and inly runninate

Break up their drowsy grave, and newly move, The morning's danger; and their gesture sad, With casted slough* and fresh legeritys. Investing lank-lean cheeks, and war-worn coats, Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas.-- Brothers both, Presented them unto the gazing moon

Commend me to the princes in our camp;
So many horrid ghosts. O, now, who will behold 20 Do my good morrow to them; and, anon,
The royal captain of this ruin’d band,

Desire them all to my pavilion..
Walking from watch to watch, from rent to tent, Glo. We shall, my liege.
Let him cry--Praise and glory on his head! Erping. Shall I aitend your grace?
For forthi he goes, and visits all his host;

Ki Henry. No, my good knight;
Bids them good morrow, with a modest sinile; 25 Go with my brothers to my lords of England: ;
And callsthem-brothers, friends,andcountrymen. I and my bosom must debate a while,
Upon his royal face there is no note,

And then I would no other company. [Harry' How dread an army hath enrounded hina;

Erping. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour

K. Henry. God-a-mercy, old heart! thou speak’st l'nto the weary and all-watched night:


E seunt. But freshly looks, and over-bears aitaint,

Enter Pistol. With cheerful semblance, and sweet majesty;

Pist. Qui ca la ?
That every wretch, pining and pale before,

K. Henry. A friend.
Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks: Pist. Discuss unto me: Art thou officer
A largess universal, like the sun,

35 Or art thou base, common, and popular : His liberal eye doth give to everyone,

K. Henry. I am a gentleman of a company. Thawing cold fear. Then, mean and gentle all,

Pist. Trail’st thou the puissant pike? Behold, as may unworthiness define,

K. llen. Even so: What are you? A little touch of Harry in the niglit:

Pist. As good a gentleman as the emperor. And so our scene must to the battle fly;


Ki Hen. Then you are a better than the king. Where (O for pity!) weshall much disgrace,- Pist. The king's a bawcock, and a heart of gold; With four or five most vile and ragged tuits, A lad of lite, an imp of fame; Right ill-dispos'd, in brawl ridiculous,

Of parents good, of fist most valiant: The name of Agincourt: Yet, sit and see; I kiss his cirty shoe, and from my heart-strings Minding' true things by what their mockeries be. 4. I love the lovely bully. What's thy name?

K. 11:nry. liurry le Roy. [Cornishi crew? S CE N E. I.

Pist. Le Rou! à Cornish name: art thou of
The English Camp at gincourt.

X. llerry. No, I am a leishman.
Enter King Henry, Bedford, und Gloster. Pist. Know'st thou Fluellen?
K. Henry. Gloster, 'tis true, that we are in greatizo Killinry. Yes,

Pist. Teil him, I'll knock his leek about his pate
The greater therefore should our courave be. ---- L'pou saint David's day.
Good-morrow, brother Bedford. --Godalmight! ki Henry. Do not you wear your dagger in
There is some soul of goodness in things evil, your cap that day, lest he knock that about yours.
Would men observingly distil it out:

135 Pist. Art thou his friend? For our bad neighbour mahes us early stirrers, K. Henry. And his kinsman too. Which is both liealthful, and good lusbandry: Pist. The jigo for thee then !

* Umber is a brown colour : the distant visages of the soldiers would certainly appear of this hue when beheld through the light of midnight fires. Mr. Tollet observes that another interpretation of this phrase occurs, expressive of the preparation of both armies for an engagement, in Humlet, Act Ilt. Mr. Steevens gives the following quotation from Stowe's Chronicle:He brast up his umber three times ;" where umber ineans the vizor of the helmet, as umbriere doth in Spenser, troin the French ombre, ombriere, or ombraire, a shadow, an umbrella, or any thing that hides or covers the face. Hence umber'd face inay denute a face arm’d with a helmet. *i. e. do play them away at dice. To mind is the saine as to call to remembrance. Slough is the skin which the serpent anzually throws off, and by the change of which he is supposed to regain new vigour and fresh youthi. Legerity is lightness, nimbleaess. See Note:, p. 506.


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