That fhall be fwallow'd in this controverfie. To whom exprefly I bring greeting too. Fr. King. For us, we will confider of this further: Dau. For the Dauphin, I ftand here for him; what to him from England? Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply, Nothing but odds with England; to that end, I did present him with thofe Paris balls. Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it, As we his fubjects have in wonder found, Fr. King. To-morrow you shall know our mind at full. [Flourish. Exe. Difpatch us with all speed, left that our King Come here himself to question our delay; For he is footed in this land already. Fr.King. You fhall be foon difpatch'd with fair conditions: A night is but fmali breath, and little pause, To answer matters of this confequence. [Exeunt. Enter Enter Chorus. Cho. Thus with imagin'd wing our fwift fcene flies, Than that of thought. Suppofe that you have seen 2 With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.' [Exit. ACT ACT III. SCENE I FRANCE. Alarm, and Cannon go off Enter King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, and Gloucefter; Soldiers with fcaling-ladders as before Harfleur. K. Henry. O ŃCE more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. But when the blaft of war blows in our ears, Let it pry through the portage of the head O'er-hang and jutty his confounded base, Now fet the teeth, and stretch the noftril wide, Have in thefe parts from morn 'till even fought, And teach them how to war; and you, good yeomen, That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not s 1 fee you ftand like Greyhounds on the flips, This whole at (and alfo the rest of the play) very much en larged and improved by the author fince the editions of 1600, and Straining Straining upon the start. The game's a-foot: SCENE II. Enter Nym, Bardolph, Piftol, and Boy. Bard. On, on, on, on, on, to the breach, to the breach. Nym. 'Pray thee, Corporal, ftay, the knocks are too hot and for mine own part, I have not a cafe of lives: the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain fong of it., Pift. The plain fong is most juft; for humours do abound: Knocks go and come: God's vaffals drop and die; And fword and shield, in bloody field, doth win immortal fame. Boy. Wou'd I were in an ale-house in London, I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. Pift. And I; if wifhes would prevail, I wou'd not ftay, but thither would I hye. Flu. Up to the preach, you dogs; avaunt you cullions! Pift. Be merciful, great Duke, to men of mould, Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage; Good bawcock, bate thy rage, ufe lenity, fweet chuck. Nym. These be good humours; your honour wins bad humours. [Exeunt. Boy. As young as I am, I have obferv'd thefe three fwashers. I am boy to them all three; but all the three, though they would ferve me, could not be man to me; for indeed three fuch anticks do not amount to a man. For Bardolph, he is white liver'd and red fac'd, by the means whereof he faces it out, but fights not. For Pistol, he bath a killing tongue and a quiet fword; by the means whereof he breaks words, and keeps whole weapons. For Nym, he hath heard that men of few words are the beft men, and therefore he fcorns to fay his prayers, left he fhould be thought a coward; but his few bad words are match'd with as few good deeds, for he never broke any man's head but his own, and that was against a poft when he was drunk. They will fteal any thing and call it purchafe, Bardolph ftole a lute-cafe, bore it twelve leagues, VOL. V. S and and fold it for three half-pence. Nym and Bardolph are fworn brothers in filching; and in Calais they ftole a firehovel... I knew by that piece of fervice, the men would carry coals. They would have me as familiar with mens pockets as their gloves or their hand-kerchers, which makes much against my manhood; for if I would take from another's pocket to put into mine, it is plain pocketting up of wrongs. I must leave them, and feek fome better fervice; their villainy goes against my weak stomach, and therefore I muft caft it up. [Exit Boy. Enter Gower, and Fluellen. I Gozer. Captain Fluellen, you must come prefently to the mines; the Duke of Gloucester would speak with you. Flu. To the mines? tell you the Duke it is not fo goot to come to the mines; for look you the mines are not açcording to the difcipline of the war; the concavities of it is not fufficient; for look you, th' athverfary (you may difcufs unto the Duke, look you) is dig'd himself four yards under the countermines; by Chefbu, I think a' will plow up all, if there is not petter directions. Gower. The Duke of Gloucester, to whom the order of the fiege is given, is altogether directed by an Irish man, a very valiant gentleman i'faith. Flu. It is captain Mackmorris, is it not? Gower, I think it be.. T Flu. By Chefbu, he is an Afs, as in the orld; I will verifie as much in his peard; he has no more directions in the true difciplines of the wars, look you, of the Roman difciplines, than is a puppy-dog. Enter Mackmorris, and Captain Jamy. Gower. Here he comes, and the Scots captain, captain Jamy with him. Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous valorous gentleman, that is certain, and of great expedition and knowledge in the ancient wars, upon my particular knowledge of his directions; by Chefbu, he will maintain his argument as well as any military man in the orld, in the difciplines of the pri tine wars of the Romans. Jamy, I fay gudday, captain Fluellen. Fla. Gedden to your worthip, good captain James. |