This story shall the good man teach his son; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd, they were not here Gow. My sov'reign lord, bestow yourself with speed; K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds be so. West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward now! [Tucket sounds. Enter MONTJOY and ATTENDANTS. Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, king If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, K. Hen. Who hath sent thee now? Mont. The Constable of France. K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer back; While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him.— But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim: Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald; Mont. I shall, King Harry, and so fare thee well: Thou never shalt hear herald any more. [Exit MONTJOY, with ATTENDANTS. 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 yeo men, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt not; Cry,-God for Harry! England! and Saint George! [Charge, Shouts, Cannon, &c.] Exeunt. King of England, to mope with his fat-brained followers so far out of his knowledge! Bur. If the English had any apprehension, they would run away. Dau. That they lack; for, if their heads had any intellectual armour, they could never wear such heavy head-pieces. Const. That island of England breeds very valiant creatures; their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage. Dau. Foolish curs, that run winking into the mouth of a Russian bear, and have their heads crushed like rotten apples! You may as well say,—that's a valiant flea, that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. Bur. Just, just; and the men do sympathize with the mastiffs in robustious and rough coming on, leaving their wits with their wives: and then give them great meals of beef, and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves, and fight like devils. Const. Now is it time to arm: Come, shall we about it? Dau. I stay but for my guard :-On, to the field; I will the banner from a trumpet take, And use it for my haste. Come, come away! [Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.—Exeunt. SCENE IV. KING HENRY'S Tent. A March. Enter GLOSTER, Bedford, Exeter, WestmoreLAND, FLUELLEN, and all the ENGLISH ARMY. Glost. Where is the king? Bed. The king himself is rode to view their battle. F But all's not done; yet keep the French the field. Enter EXEter. Exe. The Duke of York commends him to your majesty. K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle? Thrice, within this hour, I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting; Exe. In which array (brave soldier !) doth he lie, Suffolk first died; and York, all haggled over, Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up: So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips; The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd Those waters from me, which I would have stopp'd; But all my mother came into mine eyes, K. Hen. I blame you not; For, hearing this, I must perforce compound [Charge-Cannon But hark! what new alarum is this same ? Give the word through. [Charge, &c.-Exeunt. SCENE VII. Another Part of the Field. Alarums continued. Enter FLUELLEN, and GOWER. Flu. Kill the poys, and the luggage! 'Tis expressly against the law of arms. "Tis as arrant a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be offer'd in the 'orld in your conscience now, is it not? Gow. 'Tis certain, the French have not left a boy alive; and the cowardly rascals that ran away from the battle, have done this slaughter: besides, they have burned, and carried away, all that was in the king's tent wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a gallant king! Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, Captain Gower: What call you the town's name, where Alexander the pig was porn? Gow. Alexander the great. Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? The pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the phrase is a little variations. Gow. I think Alexander the great was born in Macedon; his father was called-Philip of Macedon, as I take it. Flu. I think it is in Macedon, where Alexander is porn. I tell you, captain, if you look in the maps of |