Nym. These be good humours!--your honour wins bad humours. [Exeunt NYM, PISTOL, and BARDOLPH, Gou. How, now, captain Macmorris? have you quit the mines? have the pioneers given o'er? Mac. By Chrish la, tish ill done: the work ish give over, the trumpet sound the retreat By my hand, I swear, and by my father's soul, the work ish ill done; it ish give over: I would have blowed up the town, so Chrish save me, la, in an hour. O, tish ill done, tish ill done; by my hand, tish ill done! Boy. As young as I am, I have observed 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 Flu. Captain Macmorris, I peseech you now, not. For Pistol,-he hath a killing tongue, will you voutsafe me, look you, a few disputaand a quiet sword; by the means whereof 'a tions with you, as partly touching or concernbreaks words, and keeps whole weapons. For ing the disciplines of the war, the Roman wars, Nym, he hath heard, that men of few words in the way of argument, look you, and friendly are the best men; and therefore he scorns to communication; partly, to satisfy my opinion, say his prayers, lest 'a should be thought a and partly, for the satisfaction, look you, of coward: but his few bad words are matched my mind, as touching the direction the miliwith as few good deeds; for 'a never broke tary discipline; that is the point. any man's head but his own; and that was Jamy. It sall be very gud, gud feith, gud against a post, when he was drunk. They will captains baith: and I sall quit you with gud steal any thing, and call it,-purchase. Bar- leve, as I may pick occasion; that sall I, marry. dolph stole a lute-case; bore it twelve leagues, Mac. It is no time to discourse, so Chrish save and sold it for three halfpence. Nym, and Bar-me, the day is hot, and the weather, and the dolph, are sworn brothers in filching; and in wars, and the king, and the dukes; it is no Calais they stole a fire-shovel : I knew, by that time to discourse. The town is beseeched, and piece of service, the men would carry coals. the trumpet calls us to the breach; and we They would have me as familiar with men's talk, and, by Chrish, do nothing; 'tis shame pockets, as their gloves or their handkerchiefs: for us all: so God sa' me, 'tis shame to stand which makes much against my manhood, if I still; it is shame, by my hand: and there is ahould take from another's pocket, to put into throats to be cut, and works to be done; and mine; for it is plain pocketing up of wrongs. I there ish nothing done, so Chrish sa' me, la. must leave them, and seek some better service: their villany goes against my weak stomach, and therefore I must cast it up. [Exit Boy. Re-enter FLUELLEN, GOWER following. Gow. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines; the duke of Gloster would speak with you. Flu. To the mines! tell you the duke, it is not so good to come to the mines: For, look you, the mines is not according to the disciplines of the war; the concavities of it is not sufficient; for, look you, th' athversary (you may discuss unto the duke, look you,) is dight‡ himself four yards under the countermines: by Cheshu, I think, 'a will plow up all, if there is not better directions. Gow. The duke of Gloster, to whom the order of the siege is given, is altogether directed by an Irishman; a very valiant gentleman, i'faith. Flu. It is captain Macmorris, is it not? Flu. By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the 'orld: I will verify as much in his peard: he has no more directions in the true disciplines of the wars, look you, of the Roman disciplines, than is a puppy-dog. Enter MACMORRIS and JAMY, at a distance. Gow. Here 'a comes; and the Scots captain, captain Jamy, with him. Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous gentleman, that is certain; and of great expedition, and knowledge, in the ancient wars, upon my particular knowledge of his directions: by Cheshu, he will maintain his argument as well as any military man in the 'orld, in the disciplines of the pristine wars of the Romans. Jamy. I say, gud-day, captain Fluellen. • Bravest. + Pocket affronts. * Digged. Blow Jamy. By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine tak themselves to slumber, aile do gude ser vice, or aile ligge i'the grund for it; ay, or go to death; and aile pay it as valorously as I may, that sall I surely do, that is the breff and the long: Marry, I wad full fain heard some question 'tween you tway. Flu. Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, under your correction, there is not many of your nation Mac. Of my nation? What ish my nation? ish a villain, and a bastard, and a knave, and a rascal? What ish my nation? Who talks of my nation? Flu. Look you, if you take the matter otherwise than is meant, captain Macmorris, peradventure, I shall think you do not use me with that affability as in discretion you ought to use me, look you; being as goot a man as yourself, both in the disciplines of wars, and in the derivation of my birth, and in other particularities. Mac. I do not know you so good a man as myself: so Chrish save me, I will cut off your head. Gow. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other. Jamy. Au! that's a foul fault. [A Parley sounded. Gow. The town sounds a parley. Flu. Captain Macmorris, when there is more better opportunity to be required, look you, I will be so bold as to tell you, I know the dis ciplines of war; and there is an end. [Exeunt SCENE III.—The same.-Before the Gates Harfleur. The GOVERNOR and some Citizens on the Walis; the English Forces below. Enter King HEN and his Train. K. Hen. How yet resolves the governor o r, like to men proud of destruction, Defy us to our worst: for, as I am a soldier, (A name, that, in my thoughts, becomes me if I begin the battery once again, [best,) I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur. The gates of mercy shall be all shut up; In liberty of bloody hand, shall range [grass What is it then to me, if impious war,- What rein can hold licentious wickedness, mercy: Enter our gates; dispose of us, and ours; K. Hen. Open your gates.-Come, uncle Go you and enter Harfleur; there remain, [Flourish. The King, &c. enter the Town. SCENE IV.-Roüen.-A Room in the Palace. Enter KATHARINE and ALICE. Kath. De hand. Et les doigts? Alice. Les doigts? may foy, je oublie les doigts; mais je me souviendray. Les doits? je pense, qu'ils sont appellé de fingres; ouy, de fin, gres. Kath. La main, de hand; les doigts, de fingres. Je pense, que je suis le bon escolier Jay gagné deux mots d'Anglois vistement. Com ment appellez vous les ongles? Alice. Les ongles? les appellans, de nails. Kath. Dites moy en Anglois, le bras. Kath. Et le coude? Alice. De elbow. Kath. De elbow. Je m'en fuitz la repetition de tous les mots, que vous m'avez appris dès a present. Alice. Il est trop difficile, madame, comme je pense. Kath, Excusez moy, Alice; escoutez: De hand, de fingre, de nails, de arm, de bilbow. Alice. De elbow, madame. Kath. O Seigneur Dieu! je m'en oublie; De elbow. Comment appellez vous le col? Alice. De neck, madame. Kath. De neck: Et le menton? Alice. De chin. Kath. De sin. Le col, de neck: le menton, de sin. Alice. Ouy. Sauf vostre honneur: en verité, vous prononces les mots aussi droict que les natifs d'Angleterre. Kath. Je ne doute point d'apprendre par la grace de Dieu; et en peu de temps. Alice. N'avez vous pas deja oublié ce que je vous ay enseignée? Kath. Non, je reciteray à vous promptement. De hand de fingre, de mails,Alice. De nails, madame. Kuth. De nails, de arme, de ilbow. Alice. Sauf vostre honneur, de elbow. Kath. Ainsi dis je; de elbow, de neck, et de sin: Comment appellez vous le pieds et la robe? Alice. De foot, madame; et de con. Kath. De foot, et de con? O Seigneur Dieu! ces sont mots de son mauvais, corruptible, grosse, et impudique, et non pour les dames d'honneur d'user: Je ne voudrois prononcer ces mots devant les Seigneurs de France, pour tout le monde. Il faut de foot, et de con, neant-moins. Je reciterai une autre fois ma leçon ensemble: De hand, de fingre, de nails, de arm, de elbow, de neck, de sin, de foot, de con. Alice. Excellent, madame! Kath. C'est assez pour une fois; allons nous a disner. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-The samc.-Another Room in the Enter the French KING, the DAUPHIN, Duke of BOURBON, the CONSTABLE of France, and others. Fr. King. "Tis certain, he hath pass'd the river Some. Con. And if he be not fought withal, my lord, Kath. Alice, tu as esté en Angleterre, et tu Let us not live in France; let us quit all, parles bien le language. Alice. Un peu madame. Kath. Je te prie, m'enseigneuz; il faut que j'apprenne à parler. Comment appellez vous main, en Anglois? Alice. La main? elle est appellée, de hand. *Soiled. Cruel. Without success. Prepared, And give our vineyards to a barbarous people. Dau. O Dieu vivant! shall a few sprays of water, Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull? Our madams mock at us; and plainly say, And teach lavoltas; high, and swift corantos; Fr. King. Where is Montjoy, the herald? speed him hence; Let him greet England with our sharp defi ance. Up, princes; and, with spirit of honour edg'd, More sharper than your swords, hie to the field: Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France; You dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berry, Alençon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy; Jaques Chatillion, Rambures, Vaudemont, Beaumont, Grandpré, Roussi, and Faucon berg, Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois; High dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and knights, shames. For your great seats, now quit you of great fland Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our With pennons painted in the blood of Harfleur: Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow Con. This becomes the great. His soldiers sick, and famish'd in their march; And let him say to England, that we send Rouen. SCENE VI.-The English Camp in Picardy. Enter GOWER and FLUELLEN. Gow. How now, captain Fluellen? come you from the bridge? Flu. I assure you, there is very excellen service committed at the pridge. Gow. Is the duke of Exeter safe? Flu. The duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Agamemnon; and a man that I love and honour with my soul, and my heart, and my duty, and my life, and my livings, and my utand plessed!) any hurt in the 'orld; but keeps termost powers: he is not, (God be praised, the pridge most valiantly, with excellent discipline. There is an ensign there at the pridge, -I think, in my very conscience, he is as vaestimation in the 'orld: but I did see him do liant as Mark Antony; and he is a man of no gallant service. Gow. What do you call him? Flu. He is called-ancient Pistol. Enter PISTOL. Flu. Do you not know him? Here comes the man. Pist. Captain, I thee beseech to do me fa vours: The duke of Exeter doth love thee well. some love at his hands. Flu. Ay, I praise Got; and I have merited Pist. Bardolph, a soldier, firm and sound of heart, Of buxom valour, hath,-by cruel fate, That stands upon the rolling restless stone,- Pist. Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him; For he hath stol'n a pix,‡ and hanged must 'a be. Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free, [voice; Therefore, go speak, the duke will hear thy With edge of penny cord, and vile reproach: And let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut Speak captain, for his life, and I will thee requite. Flu. Ancient Pistol, I do partly understand your meaning. Pist. Why then rejoice therefore. rejoice at: for if, look you, he were my brother, Flu. Certainly, ancient, it is not a thing to I would desire the duke to use his goot pleasure, and put him to executions; for disciplines ought to be used. Pist. Die and be damn'd; and figos for thy friendship! * Valour under good command. fers. A fold of linen which partially covered the face. An allusion to the custom in Spain and Italy of giv ing poisoned figs. Flu. It is well. Pist. The fig of Spain! we did but sleep; Advantage is a better sol[Exit PISTOL. dier, than rashness. Tell him, we could have rebuked him at Harfleur; but that we thought Flu. Very good. Gow. Why, this is an arrant counterfeit not good to bruise an injury, till it were full rascal; I remember him now; a bawd; a cut-ripe:-now we speak upon our cue, and our purse. Flu. I'll assure you, 'a utter'd as prave 'ords at the pridge, as you shall see in a summer's day: But it is very well; what he has spoke to me, that is well, I warrant you, when time is serve. Gow. Why, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue; that now and then goes to the wars, to grace himself, at his return into London, under the form of a soldier. And such fellows are perfect in 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 disgraced, what terms the enemy stood on; and this they con perfectly in the phrase of war, which they trick up with newtuned oaths: And what a beard of the general's cut, and a horrid suit of the camp, will do among foaming bottles, and ale-washed wits, is wonderful to be thought on! but you must learn to know such slanders of the age, or else you may be marvellous mistook. Flu. I tell you what, captain Gower;-I do perceive, he is not the man that he would gladly make show to the 'orld he is; if I find a hole in his coat, I will tell him my mind. [Drum heard.] Hark you, the king is coming; and I must speak with him from the pridge. Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, and Soldiers. Flu. Got pless your majesty! K. Hen. How now, Fluellen? camest thou from the bridge? Flu. Ay, so please your majesty. The duke of Exeter has very gallantly maintained the pridge: the French is gone off, look you; and there is gallant and most prave passages: Marry, th'athversary was have possession of the 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. Hen. What men have you lost, Fluellen? Flu. The perdition of th'athversary hath been very great, very reasonable great: marry, for my part, I think the duke hath lost never a man, but one that is like to be executed for robbing a church, one Bardolph, if your majesty know the man: his face is all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs, and flames of fire; and his lips plows at his nose, and it is like a coal of fire, sometimes plue, and sometimes red; but his nose is executed, and his fire's out. K. Hen. We would have all such offenders so cut off:-and we give express charge, that in our marches through the country, there be nothing compelled from the villages, nothing taken but paid for; none of the French upraided, or abused in disdainful language; For when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner. Tucket sounds. Enter MONTJOY. Mont. My master's mind. Mont. Thus says my king:-Say thou to Harry of England, Though we seemed dead, * An intrenchment hastily thrown up. 1. e. By his herald's coat. voice is imperial: England shall repent his folly, see his weakness, and admire our sufferance. Bid him, therefore, consider of his ransom; which must proportion the losses we have borne, the subjects we have lost, the disgrace we have digested; which, in weight to re-answer, his pettiness would bow under. For our losses, his exchequer is too poor; for the effusion of our blood, the muster of his kingdom too faint a number; and for our disgrace, his own person kneeling at our feet, but a weak and worthless satisfaction. To this add-defiance: and tell him, for conclusion, he hath betrayed his followers, whose condemnation is pronounced. So far my king and master; so much my office. K. Hen. What is thy name? I know thy quality. Mont. Montjoy. K. Hen. Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee back, And tell thy king,-I do not seek him now; I thought, upon one pair of English legs That I do brag thus!-this your air of France blood Discolour: and so, Montjoy, fare you well. Mont. I shall deliver so. Thanks to your now. K. Hen. We are in God's hand, brother, not in theirs. [night :March to the bridge; it now draws toward Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves; And on to-morrow bid them march away. [Exeunt. SCENE VII.-The French camp, near Agincourt. Enter the CONSTABLE of France, the Lord RAMBURES, the Duke of ORLEANS, DAUPHIN, and others. Con. Tut! I have the best armour world.-'Would, it were day! In our turn. Orl. You have an excellent armour; but let my horse have his due. 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 pasterns, Ca ha! He bounds from the earth, as if his entrails were hairs; le cheval volant, the Pegasus, qui a les narines de feu! When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes. Orl. He's of the colour of the nutmeg. Dau. And of the heat of the ginger. it is a beast for Perseus: he is pure air and fire; and the duil elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness, while his rider mounts him: he is, indeed, a horse; and all other jades you may call-beasts. Con. Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and excellent horse. Dau. It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. Orl. No more, cousin. Dau. Nay, the man hath no wit, that cannot, from the rising of the lark to the lodging of the lamb, vary deserved praise on my palfrey: it is a theme as fluent as the sea; turn the sands into eloquent tongues, and my horse is argument for them all: 'tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on, and for a sovereign's sovereign to ride on; and for the world (familiar to us, and unknown,) to lay apart their particular functions, and wonder at him. once writ a sonnet in his praise, and began thus: Wonder of nature, Orl. I have heard a sonnet begin so to one's mistress. Dau. Then did they imitate that which I composed to my courser; for my horse is my mistress. Orl. Your mistress bears well. Dau. Me well; which is the prescript praise and perfection of a good and particular mis tress. Con. Ma foy! the other day, methought, your mistress shrewdly shook your back. Dau. So, perhaps did yours. Con. Mine was not bridled. Dau. O! then, belike, she was old and gentle; and you rode like a Kernet of Ireland, your French hose off, and in your strait tros sers.‡ Con. You have good judgement in horsemanship. Dau. Be warned by me then: they that ride so, and ride not warily, fall into foul bogs; I had rather have my horse to my mistress. Con. I had as lief have my mistress a jade. Dau. I tell thee, constable, my mistress wears her own hair. Con. I could make as true a boast as that, if I had a sow to my mistress. Dau. Le chien est retournè à son propre comissement, et la truie lavée au bourbier: thou makest use of any thing. Con. Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress; or any such proverb, so little kin to the purpose. were away. Con. Even as your horse bears your praises; who would trot as well, were some of your brags dismounted. Dau. 'Would I were able to load him with his desert! Will it never be day? I will trot to-morrow a mile, and my way shall be paved with English faces. Con. I will not say so, for fear I should be faced out of my way: But I would it were morning, for I would fain be about the ears of the English. Ram. Who will go to hazard with me for twenty English prisoners? Con. You must first go yourself to hazard, ere you have them. Dau. 'Tis midnight I'll go arm myself. [Exit, Orl. The Dauphin longs for morning. Ram. He longs to eat the English. Con. I think, he will eat all he kills. Orl. By the white hand of my lady, he's a gallant prince. Con. Swear by her foot, that she may tread out the oath. Orl. He is, simply, the most active gentleman of France. Can. Doing is activity: and he will still be doing. Orl. He never did harm, that I heard of. Con. Nor will do none to-morrow; he will keep that good name still. Orl. I know him to be valiant. Con. I was told that, by one that knows him better than you. Orl. What's he? Con. Marry, he told me so himself; and he said, he cared not who knew it. Orl. He needs not, it is no hidden virtue in him. Con. By my faith, Sir, but it is; never any body saw it, but his lackey: 'tis a hooded valour; and, when it appears, it will bate.* Orl. Ill will never said well. Con. I will cap that proverb with--There is flattery in friendship. Orl. And I will take up that with-Give the devil his due. Con. Well placed; there stands your friend for the devil: have at the very eye of that proverb, with-A pox of the devil. Orl. You are the better at proverbs, by how much-A fool's bolt is soon shot. Con. You have shot over. Orl. "Tis not the first time you were over shot. Enter a MESSENGER. lie within fifteen hundred paces of your tent. Con. A valiant and most expert gentleman. -Would it were day!-Alas, poor Harry of England!-he longs not for the dawning, as we do. An equivoque in terms in falconry: he means, h valour is hid from every body but his lackey, and when sppears it will fall off, |