ACT III. SCENE I. FRANCE. Alarm, and Cannon go offEnter King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, and Gloucefter; Soldiers with fealing-ladders as before Harfleur. K. Henry. ONCE NCE more unto the breach, dear friends, 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, Have in these 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: I fee you stand like Greyhounds on the flips, This whole act (and also the rest of the play very much enlarged and improved by the author fince the editions of 1600, and 1508. Straining Straining upon the ftart. The game's a-foot : [Exeunt King and Train. Alarm, and Cannon go off. 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. Piff. The plain fong is moft juft; for humours do abound: Knocks go and come: God's vaffals drop and die; And fword and fhield, in bloody field, doth win immortal fame, Boy. Wou'd I were in an ale-houfe in London, I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and fafety. Pift. And I; if wifhes would prevail, Flu. Up to the preach, you dogs; avaunt you cullions! Good bawcock, bate thy rage, ufe lenity, fweet chuck. Nym. These be good humours; your honour wins bad humours. [Excunt. For 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. Bardolph, he is white liver'd and red fac'd, by the means whereof he faces it out, but fights not. For Pifiol, he hath 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 best 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 steal any thing and call it purshafe. Bardolph ftole a luta-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 firefhovel. 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 seek fome better service; their villainy goes against my weak ftomach, and therefore I muft caft it up. [Exit Boy. Enter Gower, and Fluellen. Gorver. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines; the Duke of Gloucefter would speak with you. Flu. To the mines? tell you the Duke it is not so goot to come to the mines; for look you the mines are not according to the disciplines 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. Gorver. The Duke of Gloucefter, 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. 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 disciplines of the priftine wars of the Romans. Jamy. I fay gudday, captain Fluellen. 1. Godden to your worship, good captain James. Graver, Gover. How now, captain Mackmorris, have you quitted the mines? have the pioneers given o'er? Mack. By Chrifh law, tish ill done; the work ifh give over, the trumpet found the retreat. By my hand I fwear, and by my father's foul, the work ifh ill done; it ifh give over; I would have blowed up the town, fo Chrish fave me law, in an hour. O tifh ill done, tifh ill done; by my hand, tifh ill done. Flu. Captain Mackmorris, I beseech you now, will you vouchfafe me, look you, a few difputations with you, as partly touching or concerning the difciplines of the war, the Roman wars, in the way of argument, look you, and friendly communication; partly to fatisfy my opinion, and partly for the fatisfaction, look you, of my mind, as touching the direction of the military difcipline, that is the point. Jamy. It fall be very gud, gud feith, gud captens bath, and I fall quit you with gud leve, as I may pick occafion; that fall I, marry. Mack. It is no time to discourse, fo Chrish fave me: the day is hot, and the weather and the wars, and the King and the Duke; it is not time to discourse, the town is befeech'd; and the trumpet calls us to the breach, and we talk, and by Chrish do nothing, 'tis fhame for us all; fo God fa' me 'tis fhame to ftand ftill, it is fhame, by my hand; and there is throats to be cut, and works to be done, and there ifh nothing done, fo Chrish sa' me law. Jamy. By the mefs, ere theife eyes of mine take themfelves to flomber aile do gud fervice, or aile ligge i'th ground for it; ay, or go to death; and aile pay it as voloroufly as I may, that fal I furely do, the breff and the long; marry, I wad full fain heard fome queftion 'tween you tway. Flu. Captain Mackmorris, I think, look you, under your correction, there is not many of your nation Mack. Of my nation; what ish my nation? ifh a villain, and a bastard, and a knave, and a rascal? what ifh my nation? who talks of my nation? Flu. Look you, if you take the matter otherwife than is meant, captain Mackmorris, peradventure I shall think you do not use me with that affability as in difcretion you ought to use me, look you, being as good a man as your felf both in the difciplines of wars, and in the derivation of my birth, and in other particularities. Mack. I do not know you fo good a man as my felf, fo Chrish fave me, I will cut off your head. Gower. Gentlemen both, you mistake each other. Jamy. Au, that's a foul fault. Gower. The town founds a parley. [Parley founded. Flu. Captain Mackmorris, when there is more petter opportunity to be requir'd, look you, I'll be fo pold as to tell you I know the difciplines of war, and there's an end. SCENE III. [Exeunt. Enter King Henry and bis Train before the Gates. K. Henry. How yet refolves the governor of the town? This is the latest parle we will admit : Therefore to our beft mercy give your felves, Or like to men proud of destruction Defie us to our worft; as I'm a foldier, I will not leave the hall-atchieved Harfleur, The gates of mercy fhall be all shut up; And the flesh'd foldier, rough and hard of heart, With confcience wide as hell, mowing like grafs What is't to me, when you your felves are caufe, Of hot and forcing violation? What rein can hold licentious wickedness, When down the hill he holds his fierce career? Te |