Boy. 'A said once, the devil would have him | As were a war in expectation. about women. Quick. A did in some sort, indeed, handle women but then he was rheumatic; and talked of the whore of Babylon. Boy. Do you not remember, 'a saw a flea stick upon Bardolph's nose; and 'a said, it was a black soul burning in hell-fire? Bard. Well, the fuel is gone, that maintained that fire; that's all the riches I got in his service. Nym. Shall we shog off? the king will be gone from Southampton. Pist. Come, let's away.-My love, give me thy lips. my moveables: Look to my chattels, and For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes, Go, clear thy crystals.-Yoke-fellows in arms, Pist. Touch her soft mouth, and march. but adieu. Quick. Farewell; adieu. [Exeunt. Fr. King. Thus come the English with full And more than carefully it us concerns, To line, and new repair, our towns of war, Dau. My most redoubted father, It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe: question,) But that defences, musters, preparations, Therefore, I say, 'tis meet we all go forth, Con. O peace, prince Dauphin! Dau. Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable, Fr. King. Think we king Harry strong; The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us; Whiles that his mountain sire,-on mountain Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,- Enter a Messenger. Mess. Ambassadors from Henry King of Eng- Do crave admittance to your majesty. [Exeunt Mess. and certain Lords. You see, this chase is hotly follow'd, friends. Dau. Turn head, and stop pursuit: for coward dogs Most spend their mouths, when what they seem to threaten, Runs far before them. Good my sovereign, Re-enter Lords, with EXETER and Train. He wills you, in the name of God Almighty, Nor from the dust of old oblivion rak'd, Gives a paper. In every branch truly demonstrative; Fr. King. Or else what follows? Ere. Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crown Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it: This is his claim, his threat'ning, and my message; Fr. King. For us, we will consider of this further: To-morrow shall you bear our full intent Dau. For the Dauphin, I stand here for him; What to him from England? Exe. Scorn, and defiance: slight regard, contempt, And any thing, that may not misbecome ness Do not, in grant of all demands at large, Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply, I did present him with those Paris balls. Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it, Were it the mistress court of mighty Europe: And, be assur'd, you'll find a difference, (As we, his subjects, have in wonder found,) Between the promise of his greener days, And these he masters now; now he weighs time, Even to the utmost grain; which you shall read In your own losses, if he stay in France. Fr. King. To-morrow shall you know our mind at full. Exe. Despatch us with all speed, lest that our Come here himself to question our delay; Fr. King. You shall be soon despatch'd, with fair conditions: ACT III. Enter CHORUS. With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning. Chor. Thus with imagin'd wing our swift scene Hear the shrill whistle, which doth order give flies, To sounds confus'd: behold the threaden sails, For so appears this fleet majestical, Behold the ordnance on their carriages, Tells Harry-that the king doth offer him [Exit. SCENE I.-The same. Before Harfleur. 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! But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Be copy now to men of grosser blood, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. Forces [Exeunt. Alarum; and chambers go off. SCENE II.-The same. pass over; then enter NYм, 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, Flu. Got's plood!-Up to the preaches, you rascals! will you not up to the preaches? 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. [Exeunt Nym, Pistol, and Bardolph, fol- lowed 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 anticks 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 there-fore 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 he was drunk, They will steal any thing, and call it,-purchase. Bardolph stole a lute-case; bore it twelve leagues, and sold it for three halfpence. Nym, and Bardolph, are sworn brothers in filching; and in Calais they stole a fire-shovel: I knew, by that piece of service, the men would carry coals. They would have me as familiar with men's pockets, as their gloves or their handkerchiefs: which makes much against my manhood, if I should take from another's pocket, to put into mine; for it is plain pocketing up of wrongs. I must leave them, and seek some better service: their villainy 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. tions with you, as partly touching or concerning the disciplines of the war, the Roman wars, in the way of argument, look you, and friendly communication; partly, to satisfy my opinion, and partly, for the satisfaction, look you, of my mind, as touching the direction of the military discipline; that is the point. Jamy. It sall be very gud, gud feith, gud captains bath: and I sall quit you with gud leve, as I may pick occasion; that sall I, marry. Mac. It is no time to discourse, so Chrish save me, the day is hot, and the weather, and the wars, and the king, and the dukes; it is no time to discourse. The town is beseeched, and the trumpet calls us to the breach; and we talk, and, by Chrish, do nothing; 'tis shame for us all: so God sa' me, 'tis shame to stand still; it is shame, by my hand: and there is throats to be cut, and works to be done; and there ish nothing done, so Chrish sa' me, la. Flu. To the mines! tell you the duke, it is not so goot to come to the mines: For, look you, Jamy. By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine the mines is not according to the disciplines of take themselves to slumber, aile do gude service, the war ;. the concavities of it is not sufficient; or aile ligge i'the grund for it; ay, or go to death; for, look you, th'athversary (you may discuss and aile pay it as valorously as I may, that sal unto the duke, look you,) is dight himself four I surely do, that is the breff and the long: Marry, yards under the counter-mines: by Cheshu, II wad full fain heard some question 'tween you think, 'a will plow up all, if there is not better tway. 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? Gow. I think, it be. 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 aud 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. Flu. God-den to your worship, goot captain Jamy. 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. Ô, tish ill done, tish ill done; by my hand, tish ill done! Flu. Captain Macmorris, I peseech you now, will you voutsafe me, lock you, a few disputa 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 disciplines of war; and there is an end. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same. Before the gates of Harfleur. The Governor and some Citizens on the walls; the English Forces below. Enter King HENRY and his Train. K. Hen. How yet resolves the governor of the town? This is the latest parle we will admit: Therefore, to our best mercy give yourselves; I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur, The gates of mercy shall be all shut up; SCENE IV.-Rouen. A room in the palace. Enter KATHARINE and ALICE. Kath. Alice, tu as esté en Angleterre, et tu parles bien le langage. Alice. Un peu, madame. Kath. Je te prie, m'enseigneuz; il faut que And the flesh'd soldier,-rough and hard of j'apprenne à parler. Comment appellez vous la heart, In liberty of bloody hand, shall range With conscience wide as hell; mowing like grass Your fresh-fair virgins, and your flowering infants. What is it then to me, if impious war,- What is't to me, when you yourselves are cause, What rein can hold licentious wickedness, To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur, ters; Your fathers taken by the silver beards, main, en Anglois? Alice. La main? elle est appellée, de hand. Alice. Les doigts? may foy, je oublie les doigts; mais je me souviendray. Les doigts? je pense, qu'ils sont appellé de fingres; ouy, de fingres. Kath. La main, de hand; les doigts, de fingres. Je pense, que je suis le bon escolier. J'ay gagné deux mots d'Anglois vistement. Comment appellez vous les ongles? Alice. Les ongles? les appellons, de nails. Kath. De nails. Escoutez; dites moy, si je parle bien; de hand, de fingres, de nails. Alice. C'est bien dit, madame; il est fort bon Kath. Dites moy en Anglois, le bras. Kath. Et le coude. Alice. De elbow. Kath. De elbow. Je m'en faitz 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 And their most reverend heads dash'd to the elbow. Comment appellez vous le col? walls; Your naked infants spitted upon pikes; fus'd Do break the clouds, as did the wives at Jewry Gov. Our expectation hath this day an end: K. Hen. Open your gates.-Come, uncle Exeter, [Flourish. The King, &c. enter the Town. sin. Alice. De neck, madame. Kath. De neck: Et le menton? Alice. De chin. Kath. De sin. Le col, de neck: le menton, de 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. Kath. De nails, de arme, de ilbow. 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 |