Shall chide your trespass, and return your mock In second accent of his ordnance. Dau. Say, if my father render fair return, It is against my will; for I desire 125 Nothing but odds with England: to that end, 130 I did present him with the Paris balls. Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it, Were it the mistress court of mighty Europe : (As we, his subjects, have in wonder found) Between the promise of his greener days 135 And these he masters now; now he weighs time, Even to the utmost grain; that you shall read In your own losses, if he stay in France. Fr. King. To-morrow shall you know our mind at full. 140 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, 145 [Exeunt. Chor. Thus with imagin'd wing our swift scene flies, In motion of no less celerity Than that of thought. Suppose that you have seen With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning. 5 10 15 A city on the inconstant billows dancing; 'These cull'd and choice-drawn cavaliers to France ? With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur. Suppose, the ambassador from the French comes back; [Alarum; and chambers go off within. And down goes all before them. Still be kind, And eke out our performance, with your mind. SCENE I.—France. Before Harfleur. [Exit. 35 Alarums. Enter KING HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD, 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! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, 5 Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it, O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, 10 ; 15 Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide Have in these parts from morn till even fought, That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you! And teach them how to war!—And you, good yeomen, That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt not; Cry-God for Harry! England! and Saint George ! [Exeunt. Alarum, and chambers go off within. 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. 6 Boy. Would I were in an alehouse 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, 11 15 Flu. Up to the preach, you dogs! avaunt, you cullions. [Driving them forward. Pist. Be merciful, great duke, to men of mould ! Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage! Abate thy rage, great duke! Good bawcock, bate thy rage! use lenity, sweet chuck! Nym. These be good humours !-your honour wins bad humours. 24 [Exeunt NYM, PISTOL, and BARDOLPH, followed 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 not amount to a man. For Bardolph-he is white-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. For Nym--he hath heard that men of few words are the best men; and therefore he scorns to say his prayers, lest 'a should be thought a coward: but his few bad words are match'd with as few good deeds; for 'a never broke any man's head but his own, and that was against a post when |