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Shall chide your trespass and return your mock In second accent of his ordinance.
Dau. Say, if my father render fair return, It is against my will; for I desire Nothing but odds with England: to that end, As matching to his youth and vanity, I did present him with the 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; that you shall read In your own losses, if he stay in France.
Fr. King. To-morrow shall you know our mind at full.
Exe. Dispatch us with all speed, lest that our king Come here himself to question our delay; For he is footed in this land already.
Fr. King. You shall be soon dispatch'd with fair conditions:
A night is but small breath and little pause
Thus with imagin'd wing our swift scene flies
Than that of thought. Suppose that you have seen
Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow!
Behold the ordnance on their carriages,
SCENE I.-France. Before Harfleur.
Alarums. Enter King HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOUCESTER, and Soldiers, with scalingladders.
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,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought,
For there is none of you so mean and base
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
If wishes would prevail with me,
My purpose should not fail with me, But thither would I hie.
But not as truly, As bird doth sing on bough.
Boy. Would I were in an alehouse in London! I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety.
Pist. And I:
Flu. Up to the breach, you dogs! avaunt, you 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
Nym. These be good humours! your honour wins bad humours.
Exeunt NYM, PISTOL, and BARDOLPH, followed 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 therefore he scorns to say his prayers, lest a' should be thought a coward: but his few bad words are matched 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 anything and call it purchase. Bardolph stole a lute case, bore it twelve leagues, and sold it for three half-pence. 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 handkerchers: 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 villany goes against my weak stomach, and therefore I must cast it up. Exit.
Re-enter FLUELLEN, GOWER following. Gow. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines; the Duke of Gloucester 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 digt himself four yard under the countermines. By Cheshu, I think a' will plow up all if there is not better directions.
Gow. The Duke of Gloucester, 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 world: 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 th' aunchient wars, upon my particular knowledge of his directions: by Cheshu, he will maintain his argument as well as any military man in the world, in the disciplines of the pristine wars of the
Jamy. I say gud day, Captain Fluellen.
Gou. How now, Captain Macmorris ! have you quit the mines? have the pioners 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 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.
Flu. Captain Macmorris, I peseech you now, will you voutsafe me, look you, a few disputations 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 all be vary 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 call us to the breach; and we talk, and, be Chrish, do nothing: 'tis shame for us all; so God sa' me, 'tis shame to stand still; it be cut, and works to be done; and there ish is shame, by my hand; and there is throats to nothing done, so Chrish sa' me, la!
Jamy. By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine take themselves to slumber, aile de gud service, or aile lig i' the grund for it; ay, or go to death; and aile pay it as valorously as I may, that sall I suerly do, that is the breff and the long. Marry, I wad full fain hear some question
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
Flu. Look you, if you take the matter otherwise than is meant, Captain Macmorris, perad venture I shall think you do not use me with that affability as in discretion you ought to use me, look you; being as good 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. A 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 | To-night in Harfleur we will be your guest ; will be so bold as to tell you I krow the disci. To-morrow for the march are we addrest. plines of wars; and there is an end. Exeunt.
Flourish. King HENRY and his train
enter the town. SCENE III.--The Same. Before the Gates of Harfleur,
SCENE IV.- Rouen. A Room in the Palace. The Governor and some Citizens on the walls ; the
Enter KATHARINE and ALICE. English Porces below. Enter King HENRY and
Kath. Alice, tu as esté en Angleterre, et tu parles his Train.
bien le langage. K. Hen. How yet resolves the governor of the Alice. Un peu, madame. town?
Kath. Je te prie, m'enseignez ; il faut que j'apThis is the latest parle we will admit :
prenne à parler. Comment appellez vous la main Therefore to our best mercy give yourselves ; en Anglois ? Or like to men proud of destruction
Alice. La main? elle est appellée de hand. Defy us to our worst: for, as I am a soldier, Kath. De hand. Et les doigts ? A name that in my thoughts becomes me best, Alice. Les doigts ? ma foy, je oublie les doigts ; If I begin the battery once again,
mais je me souviendray. Les doigts ? je pense qu'ils I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur sont appellés de fingres; ouy, de fingres. Till in her ashes she lie buried.
Kath. La main, de hand; les doigts, de fingres. The gates of mercy shall be all shut up, 10 Je pense que je suis le bon escolier. J'ai gagné And the flesh'd soldier, rough and hard of heart, deux mots d'Anglois vistement. Comment appelle: In liberty of bloody hand shall range
vous les ongles ? With conscience wide as hell, mowing like grass Alice. Les ongles ? nous les appellons de nails. Your fresh-fair virgins and your flowering
Kath. De nails. Escoutez ; dites moy si je parle infants.
bien : de hand, de fingres, et de nails. What is it then to me, if impious war,
Alice. C est bien dict, madame ; il est fort bon Array'd in flames like to the prince of fiends, Anglois. Do, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats Kath. Dites moy l'Anglois pour le bras. Enlink'd to waste and desolation !
Alice. De arm, madame, What is 't to me, when you yourselves are cause,
Kath. Et le coude ? If your pure maidens fall into the hand
Alice. De elbow. Of hot and forcing violation ?
Kath. De elbow. Je m'en fuis la répétition de What rein can hold licentious wickedness tous les mots que vous m'avez appris dès à présent. When down the hill he holds his fierce career ? Alice. Il est trop difficile, madame, comme je We may as bootless spend our vain command pense. Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil
Kath. Excusez moy, Alice; escoutez : de hand, As send precepts to the leviathan
de fingres, de nails, de arma, de bilbow, To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harflenr, Alice. De elbow, madame, Take pity of your town and of your people, Kath. O Seigneur Dieu ! je m'en oublie ; de Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command; elbow. Comment appellez vous le col ! Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace Alice. De nick, madame. O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds Kath. De nick. Et le menton ? Of heady murder, spoil, and villany.
Alice. De chin. If not, why, in a moment look to see
Kath. De sin. Le col, de nick; le menton, de The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand sin. Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daugh- Alice. Ouy. Sauf vostre honneur, en vérité, ters;
vous prononcez les mots aussi droict que les natifs Your fathers taken by the silver beards, d'Angleterre. And their most reverend heads dash'd to the Kath. Je ne doute point d'apprendre par la walls ;
grace de Dieu, et en peu de temps. Your naked infants spitted upon pikes,
Alice. N'avez vous déjà oublié ce que je vous ay Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confus'd | enseigné ? Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry Kath. Non, je reciteray à vous promptement. At Herod's bloody-hunting slaughtermen. De hand, de fingre, de mails, What say you? will you yield, and this avoid ? Alice. De nails, madame. Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd ?
Kath. De nails, de arme, de ilbow. Gov. Our expectation hath this day an end. Alice. Sauf vostre honneur, d'elbow. The Dauphin, whom of succour we entreated, Kath. Ainsi dis je; d'elbow, de nick, et de Returns us that his powers are yet not ready sin. Comment appellez vous le pied et la robe! To raise so great a siege. Therefore, great king, Alice. Le foot, madame ; et le coun. We yield our town and lives to the soft mercy. Kath. Le foot, et le coun? O Seigneur Dieu ! Enter our gates ; dispose of us and ours ; ils sont les mots de son mauvais, corruptible, gros, For we no longer are defensible.
et impudique, et non pour les dames d'honneur K. Hen. Open your gates! Come, uncle Exeter, d'user. Je ne voudrois prononcer ces mots derart Go you and enter Harfleur ; there remain, les seigneurs de Prance, pour tout le monde. Poše ! And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French: le foot et le coun! Néant-moins je reciteray ane Use mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle, autre fois ma leçon ensemble : d'hand, de fingre, The winter coming on and sickness growing de nails, d'arm, d'elbow, de nick, de sin, de foot, Upon our soldiers, we will retire to Calais. le coun.
Alice. Excellent, madame!
Go down upon him, you have power enough, Kath. C'est assez pour une fois : allons nous à And in a captive chariot into Roan diner.
Exeunt. Bring him our prisoner.
This becomes the great. SCENE V.- The Same. Another Room in Sorry am I his numbers are so few, the Same.
His soldiers sick and famish'd in their march,
For I am sure when he shall see our army Enter the French King, the DAUPHIN, the Duke He'll drop his heart into the sink of fear,
of BOURBON, the Constable of France, and And for achievement offer us his ransom. Others.
Pr. King. Therefore, lord constable, haste on Pr. King. 'Tis certain he hath pass'd the river Montjoy, Somme.
And let him say to England that we send Con. And if he e not fought withal, my lord, To know what willing ransom he will give. Let us not live in France ; let us quit all, Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Roan. And give our vineyards to a barbarous people. Dau. Not so, I do beseech your majesty.
Dau. () Dieu vivant ! shall a few sprays of us, Pr. King. Be patient, for you shall remain The emptying of our fathers' luxury,
with us. Our scions, put in wild and savage stock, Now forth, lord constable and princes all, Spirt up so suddenly into the clouds,
And quickly bring us word of England's fall. And overlook their grafters !
Exeunt. Bour. Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards!
SCENE VI.-The English Camp in Picardy. Mort de ma vie ! if they march along, Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom,
Enter GOWER and FLUELLEN. To buy a slobbery and a dirty farm
Gow. How now, Captain Fluellen ! come you In that nook-shotten isle of Albion.
from the bridge ? Con. Dieu de batailles ! where have they this
Flu. I assure you there is very excellent sermettle!
vices committed at the pridge. Is not their climate foggy, raw and dull,
Gow. Is the Duke of Exeter safe? On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale,
Plu. The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden
as Agamemnon; and a man that I love and water, A drench for sur-rein'd jades, their barley-broth, duty, and my life, and my living, and my utter
Jonour with my soul, and my heart, and my Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat ? 20
most power: he is not, God be praised and And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine,
plessed I any hurt in the world, but keeps the Seem frosty ? O! for honour of our land,
pridge most valiantly, with excellent discipline. Let us not hang like roping icicles
There is an aunchient lieutenant there at the Upon our houses thatch, whiles a more frosty pridge; I think in my very conscience he is as people
valiant a man as Mark Antony ; and he is a man Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields; of no estimation in the world; but I did see him Poor we may call them in their native lords.
do as gallant service. Dau. By faith and honour,
Gow. What do you call him ? Our madams mock at us, and plainly say
Flu. He is called Aunchient Pistol.
Gow. I know him not.
Enter PISTOL. Bour. They bid us to the English dancing- Plu, Here is the man. schools,
Pist. Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours: And teach lavoltas high and swift corantos ; The Duke of Exeter doth love thee well. Saying our grace is only in our heels,
Flu. Ay, I praise God; and I have merited And that we are most lofty runaways.
some love at his hands. Pr. King. Where is Montjoy the herald ! speed Pist. Bardolph, a soldier firm and sound of him hence :
heart, Let him greet England with our sharp defiance. And of buxom valour, hath, by cruel fate Up, princes ! and, with spirit of honour edg'd And giddy Fortune's furious fickle wheel, More sharper than your swords, hie to the field : That goddess blind, Charles Delabreth, high constable of France ; 40 That stands upon the rolling restless stone, – 30 You Dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berri, Flu. By your patience, Aunchient Pistol. ForAlençon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy ;
tune is painted plind, with a muffler afore her Jaques Chatillon, Rambures, Vaudemont, eyes, to signify to you that Fortune is plind : Beaumont, Grandpré, Roussi, and Fauconberg, and she is painted also with a wheel, to signify Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois ; to yon, which is the moral of it, that she is turnHigh dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and ing, and inconstant, and mutability, and variaknights,
tion : and her foot, look you, is fixed upon a For your great seats now quit you of great shames, spherical stone, which rolls, and rolls, and rolls : Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land in good truth, the poet makes a most excellent With pennons painted in the blood of Harfleur: description of it: Fortune is an excellent moral. Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow Pist. Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns Upon the valleys, whose low vassal seat
on him ; The Alps doth spit and void bis rheum upon : For he hath stol'n a pax, and hanged must a' be.
A damned death!
part, I think the duke hath lost never a man Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free but one that is like to be executed for robbing And let not hemp his wind-pipe suffocate. a church ; one Bardolph, if your majesty know But Exeter hath given the doom of death the man : his face is all bubukles, and whelks, For pax of little price.
and knobs, and flames o’ fire ; and his lips blows Therefore, go speak ; the duke will hear thy at his nose, and it is like a coal of fire, sometimes voice;
plue and sometimes red; but his nose is executed, And let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut and his fire's out. With edge of penny cord and vile reproach : 50 K. Hen. We would have all such offenders so Speak, captain, for his life, and I will thee cut off : and we give express charge that in our requite.
marches through the country there be nothing Flu. Aunchient Pistol, I do partly understand compelled from the villages, nothing taken but your meaning.
paid for, none of the French upbraided or abused Pist. Why then, rejoice therefore.
in disdainful language ; for when lenity and Flu. Certainly, aunchient, it is not a thing to cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester rejoice at; for if, look you, he were my brother, is the soonest winner. I would desire the duke to use his good pleasure
Tucket. Enter MONTJOY. and put him to execution; for discipline ought to be used.
Mont. You know me by my habit. Pist. Die and be damn'd; and figo for thy K. Hen. Well then I know thee: what shall friendship!
I know of thee? Plu. It is well.
Mont. My master's mind. Pist. The of Spain !
Exit. K. Hon. Unfold it. Plu. Very good.
Mont. Thus says my king : Say thou to Harry Gow. Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal: of England : Though we seemed dead, we did I remember him now; a bawd, a cut-purse. but sleep : advantage is a better soldier than
Flu. I'll assure you a' uttered as prave words rashness. Tell him we could have rebuked him at the pridge as you shall see in a summer's day. at Harfleur, but that we thought not good to But it is very well ; what he has spoke to me, bruise an injury till it were full ripe : now we that is well, I warrant you, when time is serve. speak upon our cue, and our voice is imperial :
Gow. Why, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue, that England shall repent his folly, see his weakness, now and then goes to the wars to grace himself and admire our sufferance. Bid him therefore at his return into London under the form of a consider of his ransom ; which must proportion soldier. And such fellows are perfect in the the losses we have borne, the subjects we have great commanders' names, and they will learn lost, the disgrace we have digested; which in you by rote where services were done ; at such weight to re-answer, his pettiness would bow and such a sconce, at such a breach, at such a under. For our losses, his exchequer is too poor; convoy ; who came off bravely, who was shot, for the effusion of our blood, the muster of his who disgracel, what terms the enemy stood on; kingdom too faint a number; and for our disand this they con perfectly in the phrase of war, grace, his own person, kneeling at our feet, but which they trick up with new-tuned oaths: and a weak and worthless satisfaction. To this add what a beard of the general's cut and a horrid defiance : and tell him, for conclusion, he hath suit of the camp will do among foaming bottles betrayed his followers, whose condemnation is and ale-washed wits, is wonderful to be thought pronounced. So far my king and master, so much
But you must learn to know such slanders my office. of the age, or else you may be marvellously K. Hen. What is thy name? I know thy mistook.
quality. Flu. I tell you what, Captain Gower ; I do Mont. Montjoy. perceive he is not the man that he would gladly K. Hen. Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn make show to the world he is : if I find a hole thee back, in his coat I will tell him my mind.
And tell thy king I do not seek him now,
Drum heard. But could be willing to march on to Calais Hark you, the king is coming, and I must speak Without impeachment; for, to say the sooth, with him from the pridge.
Though 'tis no wisdom to confess so much Enter King HENRY, GLOUCESTER, and Soldiers. My people are with sickness much enfeebled,
Unto an enemy of craft and vantage, Piu. God pless your majesty!
My numbers lessen'd, and those few I have K. IIen. How now, Fluellen! cam'st thou from 'Almost no better than so many French; the bridge ?
Who when they were in health, I tell thee, herald, Flu. Ay, so please your majesty. The Duke I thought upon one pair of English legs of Exeter has very gallantly maintained the Did march three Frenchmen. Yet, forgive me, pridge: the French is gone off, look you, and God, there is gallant and most prave passages. Marry, That I do brag thus ! this your air of France th' athversary was bave possession of the pridge, Hath blown that vice in me; I must repent. but he is enforced to retire, and the Duke of Go therefore, tell thy master here I am ; Exeter is master of the pridge. I can tell your My ransom is this frail and worthless trunk, majesty the duke is a prave man.
102 My army but a weak and sickly guard ; K. Hen. What men have you lost, Fluellen? Yet, God before, tell him we will come on,
Plu. The perdition of th'athversary hath been Though France himself and such another very great, reasonable great : marry, for my neighbour