Bour. Normans, but bastard Normans, Nor- Mort de ma vie! if they march along Con. Dieu de battailes! where have they this Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull? water, Decoct their cold blood to such valiant beat? SCENE VI.-The English Camp in Picardy. Gow. How now, captain Fluellen? come you from the bridge? Flu. I assure you, there is very excellent 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 uttermost powers: he is not, (God be praised, and plessed!) any hurt in the 'orld; but keeps the pridge most valiantly, with excellent disAnd shall our quick blood, spirited with wine,cipline. There is an ensign there at the pridge, Seem frosty? O, for honour of our land, Let us not hang like roping icicles [people Upou our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields; Poor-we may call them, in their native lords. Dau. By faith and honour, Our madams mock at us; and plainly say, And teach lavoltast high, and swift corantos; Fr. King. Where is Montjoy, the herald? Let him greet England with our sharp defiance. shames. For your great seats, now quit you of great Con. This becomes the great. His soldiers sick, and famish'd in their march; And let him say to England, that we send -I think, in my very conscience, he is as va- Gow. What do you call him? Enter PISTOL. Flu. Do you not know him? Here comes the man, vours: The duke of Exeter doth love thee well. Flu. Ay, I praise Got; and I have merited some love at his hands. Pist. Bardolph, a soldier, firm and sound of Of buxom valour, hath,-by cruel fate, That stands upon the rolling restless stone,➡ Flu. By your patience, ancient Pistol, Fortune is painted plind, with a mufflert before her eyes, to signify to you that fortune is plind: And she is painted also with a wheel; to sigaify to you, which is the moral of it, that she is turning, and inconstant, and variations, and mutabilities: and her foot, look you, is fixed upon a spherical stone, which rolls, and rolls, and rolls;-In good truth, the poet is make a most excellent description of fortune: fortune, look you, is an excellent moral. 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, Pist. Why then rejoice therefore. Flu. Certainly, ancient, it is not a thing to injoice at: for if, look you, he were my brother, would desire the duke to use his goot pleasare, and put him to executions; for disciplines ought to be used. Dau. Not so, I do beseech your majesty. with us. Pist. Die and be damn'd; and figo) for thy friendship! Valour under good command. A fold of linen which partially covered the face. A small box in which were kept the consecrated wafers. An allusion to the custom in Spain and Italy of giv ing poisoned figs. Flu. It is well. Pist. The fig of Spain! Flu. Very good. we did but sleep; Advantage is a better soldier, [Exit PISTOL. than rashness. Tell him, we could have rebuked him at Harfleur; but that we thought Gow. Why, this is an arrant counterfeit ras-not good to bruise an injury, till it were full cal; I remember him now; a bawd; a cutpurse. ripe:-now we speak upon our cue, and our Flu. I'll assure you, 'a utter'd as prave 'ords voice is imperial: England shall repent his folly, at the pridge, as you shall see in a summer's see his weakness, and admire our sufferance. day: But it is very well; what he has spoke to Bid him, therefore, consider of his ransom; me, that is well, I warrant you, when time is serve. which must proportion the losses we have borne, Gow. Why, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue; that the subjects we have lost, the disgrace we have now and then goes to the wars, to grace him- digested; which, in weight to re-answer, his self, at his return into London, under the form pettiness would bow under. For our losses, his of a soldier. And such fellows are perfect in exchequer is too poor; for the effusion of our great commanders' names: and they will learn blood, the muster of his kingdom too faint a numyou by rote, where services were done ;-at ber; and for our disgrace, his own person kneelsuch and such a sconce, at such a breach, ating at our feet, but a weak and worthless satisfacsuch a convoy; who came off bravely, who was tion. To this add-defiance: and tell him, for shot, who disgraced, what terms the enemy conclusion, he hath betrayed his followers, whose stood on; and this they con perfectly in the condemnation is pronounced. So far my king phrase of war, which they trick up with new-and master; so much my office. tuned 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? I K. Hen. What is thy name? I know thy quality. K. Hen. Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn And tell thy king,-I do not seek him now; thought, upon one pair of English legs Flu. Ay, so please your majesty. The duke of Exeter has very gallantly maintained the That I do brag thus !-this your air of France pridge: the French is gone off, look you; and Hath blown that vice in me; I must repent. there is gallant and most prave passages: Marry, Go, therefore, tell thy master, here I am; th'athversary was have possession of the pridge; My ransom, is this frail and worthless trunk; but he is enforced to retire, and the duke of My army, but a weak and sickly guard; Exeter is master of the pridge: I can tell your Yet, God before, tell him we will come on, majesty, the duke is a prave man. Though France himself, and such another neigh hour, K. Hen. What men have you lost, Fluellen? [joy. Flu. The perdition of th'athversary hath been Stand in our way. There's for thy labour, Montvery great very reasonable great: marry, for Go, bid thy master well advise himself: my part, I think the duke hath lost never a If we may pass we will; if we be hinder'd, man, but one that is like to be executed for We will your tawny ground with your red blood robbing a church, one Bardolph, if your ma-Discolour: and so, Montjoy, fare you well. jesty 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 upbraided, or abused in disdainful language; For when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentlest gamester is the soonest winner. Tucket sounds. Enter MONTJOY. Mont. My master's mind. K. Hen. Unfold it. Mont. Thus says my king :--Say thou to Harry of England, Though we seemed dead, * An intrenchment hastily thrown up. ti.. By his herald's coat. The sum of all our answer is but this: Mont. I shall deliver so. Thanks to your in theirs. [Exeunt. SCENE VII.-The French camp, near Agin court. Enter the CONSTABLE of France, the Lord RAMBURES, the Duke of ORLEANS, Dauphin, and others. Con. Tut! I have the best armour of the world.-'Would, it were day! In our turn. Orl. You have an excellent armour; but let my horse have bis due. Con. It is the best horse of Europe. Orl. Will it never be morning? 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 dull 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. I 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 mistress. 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 trossers. Con. You have good judgment 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 retourné à son propre vomissement, 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 Ram. My lord constable, the armour that I saw in your tent to-night, are those stars, or suns, upon it? Com. Stars, my lord. Dau. Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope. Com. And yet my sky shall not want. Dau. That may be, for you bear a many superfluously; and 'twere more honour, some 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. Con. 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? Orl. He needs not, it is not hidden virtue in 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 overshot. Enter a MESSENGER. Mess. My lord high constable, the English lie within fifteen hundred paces of your tent. Con. Who hath measured the ground? 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, his valour is hid from every body but his lackey, and when it appears it will fall off. Orl. What a wretched and peevish* fellow is How dread an army hath enrounded him; this king of England, to mope with his fat-brained followers so far out of his knowledge! Con. If the English had any apprehension, they would run away. Orl. That they lack; for if their heads had any intellectual armour, they could never wear such heavy head-pieces. Ram. That island of England breeds very valiant creatures; their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage. Orl. Foolish curs! that run winking into the mouth of a Russian bear, and have their heads crushed like rotten apples: You may as well say, that's a valiant flea, that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. Con. Just, just; and the men do sympathize with the mastiffs, in robustious and rough coming on, leaving their wits with their wives: and then give them great meals of beef, and iron, and steel, they will eat like wolves, and fight like devils. Orl. Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of beef. Con. Then we shall find to-morrow-they have only stomachs to eat, and none to fight. Now is it time to arm: Come, shall we about it? Orl. It is now two o'clock: but, let me see,by ten, We shall have each a hundred Englishmen. ACT IV. Enter CHORUS. [Exeunt. Chor. Now entertain conjecture of a time, The hum of either army stillyt sounds, The country cocks do grow, the clocks do toll, [hold Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour The morning's danger; and their gesture sad, SCENE I.-The English Camp at Agincourt. danger; The greater therefore should our courage be.- There is some soul of goodness in things evil, better, Since I may say-now lie I like a king. K. Hen. 'Tis good for men to love their pre- Upon example; so the spirit is eased: [Exeunt GLOSTER and BEDFORD. Enter PISTOL. Pist. Qui vo lá? K. Hen. A friend. K. Hen. I am a gentleman of a company. K. Hen, No: nor it is not meet he should. Pist. Trailest thou the puissant pike? For, though I speak it to you, I think the king K. Hen. Even so: What are you? is but a man, as I am; the violet smells to him, Pist. As good a gentleman as the emperor. as it doth to me: the element shows to him, as K. Hen. Then you are a better than the king.it doth to me; all his senses have but human Pist. The king's a bawcock, and a heart of conditions:* his ceremonies laid by, in his naA lad of life, an imp* of fame; [gold, kedness he appears but a man; and though his Of parents good, of fist most valiant: [strings affections are higher mounted than ours, yet, I kiss his dirty shoe, and from my heart-when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing; I love the lovely bully. What's thy name? therefore when he sees reason of fears, as we do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the same re K. Hen. Harry le Roy. Pist. Le Roy! a Cornish name; art thou of lish as ours are: Yet, in reason, no man should Cornish crew? K. Hen. No, I am a Welshman. Pist. Knowest thou Fluellen. K. Hen. Yes. Upon Saint Davy's day. possess him with any appearance of fear, lest he, by showing it, should dishearten his army. Butes. He may show what outward courage he will but, I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, Pist. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his he could wish himself in the Thames up to the [pate, neck; and so I would he were, and I by him, K. Hen. Do not you wear your dagger in at all adventures, so we were quit here. your cap that day, lest he knock that about yours. Pist. Art thou his friend? K. Hen. And his kinsman too. K. Hen. I thank you: God be with you! [Exit. K. Hen. It sortst well with your fierceness. Enter FLUELLEN and GoWER, severally. Gow. Captain Fluellen! and the cares of it, and the forms of it, and the sobriety of it, and the modesty of it, to be otherwise. : K. Hen. By my troth, I will speak my con science of the king; I think, he would not wish himself any where but where he is. Bates. Then, 'would he were here alone; so should he be sure to be ransomed, and as many poor men's lives saved. K. Hen. I dare say, you love him not so ill, to wish him here alone: howsoever you speak this, to feel other men's minds: Methinks, I could not die any where so contented, as in the king's company; his cause being just, and his quarrel honourable. Will. That's more than we know. Bates. Ay, or more than we should seek after; for we know enough, if we know we are the king's subjects; if his cause be wrong, our obedience to the king wipes the crime of it out of us. Flu. So! in the name of Cheshu Christ, speak lower. It is the greatest admiration in the universal 'orld, when the true and auncient prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not kept if you would take the pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the Great, you shall find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle taddle, or Will But, if the cause be not good, the king pibble pabble, in Pompey's camp: 1 warrant himself hath a heavy reckoning to make: when you, you shall find the ceremonies of the wars, all those legs, and arms, and heads, chopped off in a battle, shall join together at the latter day,t and cry all-We died at such a place; some, swearing; some, crying for a surgeon; some, upon their wives left poor behind them; some, upon the debts they owe; some, upon their children rawly left. I am afeard there are few die well, that die in battle for how can they charitably dispose of any thing, when blood is their argument? Now, if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for the king that led them to it: whom to disobey, were against all proportion of subjection. Gow. Why, the enemy is loud; you heard him all night. a Flu. If the enemy is an ass and a fool, and prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an ass, and a fool, and a prating coxcomb: in your own conscience now? will. Glow. I will speak lower. Flu. I pray you, and beseech you, that you [Exeunt GoWER and FLUELLEN. K. Hen. So, if a son, that is by his father K. Hen. Though it appear a little out of sent about merchandise, do sinfully miscarry fashion, [man. There is much care and valour in this Welsh-upon the sea, the imputation of his wicked Enter BATES, COURT, and WILLIAMS. Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks yonder? Bates. I think it be: but we have no cause to desire the approach of day. ness, by your rule, should be imposed upon his father that sent him: or if a servant, under his master's command, transporting a sum of money, be assailed by robbers, and die in many greatness of the master the author of the servant's irreconciled iniquities, you may call the busi damnation :-But this is not so: the king is not Will. We see yonder the beginning of the bound to answer the particular endings of his day, but I think, we shall never see the end of it.-Who goes there? K. Hen. A friend. soldiers, the father of his son, nor the master of his servant; for they purpose not their death, when they purpose their services. Besides, there is no king, be his cause never so spotless if it come to the arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all unspotted soldiers. Some, peradventure, have on them the guilt of premeditated and contrived murder, some, of beguiling virgins with the broken seals of perjury: some, making the wars their bulwark, that Bates. He hath not told his thought to the have before gored the gentle bosom of peace The last day, the day of judgement. Suddenly. 3 M Will. Under what captain serve you? K. Hen. Under Sir Thomas Erpingham. Will. A good old commander, and a most kind gentleman: I pray you, what thinks he of |