The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare

Doing the execution, and the act,

For which we have in head assembled them?
Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best.
K. Hen.I doubt not that; since we are well persuaded,
We carry not a heart with us from hence,
That grows not in a fair consent with ours;
Nor leave not one behind, that doth not wish
Success and conquest to attend on us.

Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd, and lov'd,
Than is your majesty; there's not, I think, a subject,
That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness
Under the sweet shade of your government.

Grey. Even those, that were your father's enemies,
Have steep'd their galls in honey; and do serve you
With hearts create of duty and of zeal.

K. Hen. We therefore have great cause of thank-
fulness;

And shall forget the office of our hand,
Sooner than quittance of desert and merit,
According to the weight and worthiness.

Scroop. So service shall with steeled sinews toil;
And labour shall refresh istelf with hope,
To do your grace incessant services.

K. Hen. We judge no less. - Uncle of Exeter,
Enlarge the man committed yesterday,
That rail'd against our person: we consider,
It was excess of wine that set him on;
And, on his more advice, we pardon him.
Scroop. That's mercy, but too much security:
Let him be punish'd, sovereign; lest example
Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind.
K. Hen. O, let us yet be merciful.

Cam. So may your highness, and yet punish too.
Grey. Sir, you show great mercy, if you give him life,
After the taste of much correction.

K. Hen. Alas, your too much love and care of me
Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch.
If little faults, proceeding on distemper,
Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye,
When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and digested,
Appear before us? We'll yet enlarge that man,
Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey,-in their dear

care,

And tender preservation of our person,

You know, how apt our love was, to accord
To furnish him with all appertinents
Belonging to his honour; and this man
Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspir'd,
And sworn unto the practices of France,
To kill us here in Hampton: to the which,
This knight, no less for bounty bound to us
Than Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn.-But O!
What shall I say to thee, lord Scroop; thou cruel,
Ingrateful, savage, and inhuman creature!
Thou, that didst bear the key of all my counsels,
That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
That almost might'st have coin'd me into gold,
Would'st thou have practis'd on me for thy use?
May it be possible, that foreign hire
Could out of thee extract one spark of evil,
That might annoy my finger? 'Tis so strange,
That, though the truth of it stands off as gross,
As black from white, my eye will scarcely see it.
Treason, and murder, ever kept together,
As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose,
Working so grossly in a natural cause,
That admiration did not whoop at them:
But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in
Wonder to wait on treason, and on murder:
And whatsoever cunning fiend it was,
That wrought upon thee so preposterously,
H'ath got the voice in hell for excellence:
And other devils, that suggest by treasons,
Do botch and bungle up damnation

With patches, colours, and with forms being fetch'd
From glistering semblances of piety;

But he, that temper'd thee, bade thee stand up,
Gave thee no instance why thou should'st do treason,
Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.

If that same daemon, that hath gull'd thee thus,
Should with his lion gait walk the whole world,
He might return to vasty Tartar back,
And tell the legions - I can never win
A soul so easy as that Englishman's.
O, how hast thou with jealousy infected
The sweetness of affiance! Show men dutiful?
Why, so didst thou: seem they grave and learned?
Why, so didst thou: come they of noble family?

Would have him punish'd. And now to our French Why, so didst thou: seem they religious?

causes;

Who are the late commissioners ?

Cam. Ione, my lord;

Your highness bade me ask for it to-day.

Scroop. So did you me, my liege.

Grey. And me, my royal sovereign.

K. Hen. Then, Richard, earl of Cambridge, there is yours;

There yours, lord Scroop of Masham ;-and, sir knight,
Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours:
Read them; and know, I know your worthiness.
My lord of Westmoreland, and uncle Exeter,
We will aboard to-night.-Why, how now, gentlemen?
What see you in those papers, that you lose
So much complexion?--look ye, how they change!
Their cheeks are paper.
Why, what read you there,

That hath so cowarded and chas'd your blood
Out of appearance?

Cam. I do confess my fault;

And do submit me to your highness' mercy.
Grey. Scroop. To which we all appeal."

K. Hen. The mercy, that was quick in us but late,
By your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd:

You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy;
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms,
As dogs upon their masters, worrying them.
See you, my princes, and my noble peers,
These English monsters! My lord of Cambridge here,

Why, so didst thou: or are they spare in diet;
Free from gross passion, or of mirth, or anger;
Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood;
Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement;
Not working with the eye, without the ear,
And, but in purged judgment, trusting neither?
Such, and so finely bolted, didst thou seem;
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot,
To mark the full-fraught man, and best endued,
With some suspicion. I will weep for thee;
For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
Another fall of man. - Their faults are open,
Arrest them to the answer of the law;
And God acquit them of their practices!

Exe. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Richard earl of Cambridge.

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Henry lord Scroop of Masham.

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Thomas
Grey, knight of Northumberland.

Scroop. Our purposes God justly hath discover'd;
And I repent my fault, more than my death;
Which I beseech your highness to forgive,
Although my body pay the price of it.

Cam. For me, the gold of France did not seduce;
Although I did admit it as a motive,
The sooner to effect what I intended:
But God be thanked for prevention;

Boy. 'A said once, the devil would have him 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 burnsen-ing 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.
Look to my chattels, and my moveables:
Let senses rule; the word is, Pitch and pay;
Trust none;

For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,
And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck;
Therefore, caveto be thy counsellor.

Go, clear thy crystals. -Yoke-fellows in arms,
Let us to France! like horse-leeches, my boys;
To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!
Boy. And that is but unwholesome food, they say.
Pist. Touch her soft mouth, and march.
Bard. Farewell, hostess!

You have conspir'd against our royal person,
Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his coffers
Receiv'd the golden earnest of our death;
Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter,
His princes and his peers to servitude,
His subjects to oppression and contempt,
And his whole kingdom unto desolation.
Touching our person, seek we no revenge;
But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,
Whose ruin you three sought, that to her laws
We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence,
Poor miserable wretches, to your death:
The taste whereof, God, of his mercy, give you
Patience to endure, and true repentance
Of all your dear offences! - Bear them hence.
[Exeunt Conspirators, guarded.
Now, lords, for France; the enterprize whereof
Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.
We doubt not of a fair and lucky war;
Since God so graciously hath brought to light
This dangerous treason, lurking in our way,
To hinder our beginnings, we doubt not now,
But every rub is smoothed on our way.
Then, forth, dear countrymen; let us deliver
Our puissance into the hand of God,
Putting it straight in expedition.
Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance:
No king of England, if not king of France. [Exeunt.
SCENE III. London. Mrs Quickly's house in East-
cheap.
Enter PISTOL, MrS QUICKLY, NYM, BARDOLPH, and Boy.
Quick. Pr'ythee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring
thee to Staines.

Pist. No; for my manly heart doth yearn.
Bardolph, be blithe;-Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins;
Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead,
And we must yearn therefore.

Bard. 'Would, I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either in heaven, or in hell!

[Kissing her. Nym. I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but adieu!

Pist. Let housewifery appear: keep close, I thee command.

Quick. Farewell; adieu!

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-France. A room in the French King's
palace.

Enter the French King attended; the Dauphin, the
Duke of BURGUNDY, the Constable, and Others.
Fr. King. Thus come the English with full power

upon us;

And more than carefully it us concerns,
To answer royally in our defences.
Therefore the dukes of Berry, and of Bretagne,
Of Brabant, and of Orleans, shall make forth, -
And you, prince Dauphin, — with all swift despatch,
To line, and new repair, our towns of war,
With men of courage, and with means defendant:
For England his approaches makes as fierce,
As waters to the sucking of a gulph.
It fits us then, to be as provident
As fear may teach us, out of late examples,
Left by the fatal and neglected English
Upon our fields.

Quick. Nay, sure, he's not in hell; he's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man want to Arthur's bosom. 'A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom Dau. My most redoubted father, child; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe: e'en at turning o'the tide; for after I saw him fumble For peace istelf should not so dull a kingdom, with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon (Though war, nor no known quarrel, were in question,) his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for But that defences, musters, preparations, his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green Should be maintain'd, assembled, and collected, fields. How now, sir John? quoth I: what, man! be of As were a war in expectation. good cheer. So'a cried out--God, God, God! three or Therefore, I say, 'tis meet we all go forth, four times: now I, to comfort him, bid him, 'a should To view the sick and feeble parts of France: not think of God; I hoped there was no need to trou- And let us do it with no show of fear; ble himself with any such thoughts yet. So, 'a bade me No, with no more, than if we heard that England lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed, Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance: and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone; then For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd, I felt to his knees, and so upward, and upward, and all Her sceptre so fantastically borne was as cold as any stone. By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth, That fear attends her not.

Nym. They say, he cried out of sack.
Quick. Ay, that 'a did.

Bard. And of women.

Quick. Nay, that'a did not.

Boy. Yes, that 'a did; and said, they were devils in

carnate.

Quick. 'A could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he never liked.

Con. O peace, prince Dauphin!
You are too much mistaken in this king:
Question your grace the late ambassadors, —
With what great state he heard their embassy,
How well supplied with noble counsellors,
How modest in exception, and, withal,
How terrible in constant resolution,-

And you shall find, his vanities fore-spent
Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus,
Covering discretion with a coat of folly;
As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots,
That shall first spring, and be most delicate.
Dau. Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable,
But though we think it so, it is no matter:
In cases of defence, 'tis best to weigh
The enemy more mighty than he seems,
So the proportions of defence are fill'd;
Which, of a weak and niggardly projection,
Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat, with scanting
A little cloth.

Fr. King. Think we king Harry strong;
And, princes, look, you strongly arm to meet him.
The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us;
And he is bred out of that bloody strain,
That haunted us in our familiar paths:
Witness our too much memorable shame,
When Cressy battle fatally was struck,
And all our princes captiv'd, by the hand

Of that black name, Edward, black prince of Wales;
Whiles that his mountain sire,-on mountain standing,
Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,
Saw his heroical seed, and smil'd to see him
Mangle the work of nature, and deface
The patterns, that by God and by French fathers
Had twenty years been made. This is a stem
Of that victorious stock; and let us fear
The native mightiness and fate of him.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. Ambassadors from Henry King of England
Do crave admittance to your majesty.
Fr. King. We'll give them present audience. Go and
bring them. [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,
Take up the Euglish short; and let them know
Of what a monarchy you are the head:
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile

As self-neglecting.

sin

Re-enter Lords, with EXETER and Train.
Fr. King. From our brother England?
Exe. From him; and thus he greets your majesty.
He wills you, in the name of God Almighty,
That you divest yourself, and lay apart
The borrow'd glories, that, by gift of heaven,
By law of nature, and of nations, 'long
To him, and to his heirs; namely, the crown,
And all wide-stretched honours that pertain,
By custom and the ordinance of times,
Unto the crown of France. That you may know,
'Tis no sinister, nor no awkward claim,
Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days,
Nor from the dust of old oblivion rak'd,

He sends you this most memorable line,[Gives a paper.
In every branch truly demonstrative;
Willing you, overlook this pedigree:
And, when you find him evenly deriv'd
From his most fam'd of famous ancestors,
Edward the Third, he bids you then resign
Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held
From him the native and true challenger.
Fr. King. Or else what follows?

Exe. Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crown
Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it:
And therefore in fierce tempest is he coming,
In thunder, and in earthquake, like a Jove;
(That, if requiring fail, he will compel;)
And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord,

Deliver up the crown; and to take mercy
On the poor souls, for whom this hungry war
Opens his vasty jaws: and on your head
Turns he the widows' tears, the orphans' cries,
The dead men's blood, the pining maidens' groans,
For husbands, fathers, and betrothed lovers,
That shall be swallow'd in this controversy.
This is his claim, his threat'ning, and my message;
Unless the Dauphin be in presence here,

To whom expressly I bring greeting too.

Fr. King. For us, we will consider of this further; To-morrow shall you bear our full intent Back to our brother England.

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
The mighty sender, doth he prize you at.
Thus says my king: and, if your father's highness
Do not, in grant of all demands at large,
Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty,
He'll call you to so hot an answer for it,
That caves and womby vaultages of France
Shall chide your trespass, and return your mock
In second accent of his ordnance.

Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply,
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 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 king Come here himself to question our delay; For he is footed in this land already.

Fr. King. You shall be soon despatch'd, with fair conditions:

A night is but small breath, and little pause,
To answer matters of this consequence.

АСТ III.

[Exeunt.

Chor. Thus with imagin'd wing our swift scene flies, In motion of no less celerity

Than that of thought: Suppose, that you have seen
The well-appointed king at Hampton pier
Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet
With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning,
Play with your fancies; and in them behold,
Upon the hempen tackle, ship-boys climbing:
Hear the shrill whistle, which doth order give
To sounds confus'd: behold the threaden sails,
Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea,
Breasting the lofty surge! O, do but think,
You stand upon the rivage, and behold
A city on the inconstant billows dancing;
For so appears this fleet majestical,
Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow!
Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy;
And leave your England, as dead midnight, still,
Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old women,
Either past, or not arriv'd to, pith and puissance :
For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd
With one appearing hair, that will not follow

If wishes would prevail with me,

My purpose should not fail with me,
But thither would I hie.

These cnll'd and choice-drawn cavaliers to France?
Work, work, your thoughts, and therein see a siege:
Behold the ordnance on their carriages,
With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.
Suppose, the ambassador from the French comes
back;

Tells Harry, that the king doth offer him
Katharine his daughter; and with her, to dowry,
Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms.
The offer likes not: and the nimble gunner
With linstock now the devilish cannon touches,
[Alarum; and chambers go off.
And down goes all before them. Still be kind,
And eke out our performance with your mind. [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!
In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man,
As modest stillness, and humility:

But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage:
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let it pry through the portage of the head,

Boy. As duly, but not as truly, as bird doth sing on
bough.
Enter FLUELlen.

Flu. Got's plood!-Up to the preaches, you rascals!
will you not up to the preaches? [Driving them for
ward.

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,

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 antics do not amount to a man. For Bardolph, he is white-livered, and redfaced; 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 match'd with as few good deeds; for 'a never broke any man's head but

Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it, his own; and that was against a post, when he was
As fearfully, as doth a galled rock
O'erhand and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.

drunk. They will steal any thing, and call it, - pur-
chase. Bardolph stole a lute-case; bore it twelve lea-
gues and sold it for three halfpence. Nym, and Bar-
dolph, are sworn brothers in filching; and in Calais
they stole a fire-shovel: I knew, by that piece of ser-
vice, 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 man-
hood, 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.

Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide;
Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit
To his full height ! On, on, you noblest English,
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders,
Have, in these parts, from morn till even fought,
And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument.
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest,
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 yeomen,
Whose limbs were made in England, shew us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot;
Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge,
Cry: God for Harry! England! and Saint George!
[Exeunt. Alarum; and chambers go off.

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,

In bloody field,

Doth win immortal fame.

Re-enter FLUELLEN, GOWER following. Gow. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines; the Duke of Gloster 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 is not according to the disciplines of the war; the concavities of it is not sufficient; for, look you, th'athver sary (you may discuss unto the duke, look you,) is dight himself four yards under the counter-mines: by Cheshu, I think, 'a will plow up all, if there is not petter directions.

Boy. 'Would I were in an alehouse in London! would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety.

Pist. And I:

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 and JAMY, at a distance. Gow. Here 'a comes; and the Scots captain, captain Jamy, with him.

Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous gentle man, 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. And the flesh'd soldier, - rough and hard of heart, – Flu. God-den to your worship, goot captain Jamy. In liberty of bloody hand, shall range Gow. How now, captain Macmorris? have you quit With conscience wide as hell; mowing like grass the mines? have the pioneers given o'er? Your fresh-fair virgins, and your flowering infants. Mac. By Chrish la, tish ill done: the work ish What is it then to me, if impious war, give over, the trumpet sound the retreat. By my hand, Array'd in flames, like to the prince of fiends,I swear, and by my father's soul, the work ish ill Do, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats done; it ish give over: I would have blowed up the Enlink'd to waste and desolation? town, so Chrish save me, la, in an hour. O, tish ill What is't to me, when you yourselves are cause, done, tish ill done; by my hand, tish ill done! If you pure maidens fall into the hand Flu. Captain Macmorris, I peseech you now, will Of hot and forcing violation? you voutsafe me, look you, a few disputations with What rein can hold licentious wickedness, you, as partly touching or concerning the disciplines When down the hill he holds his fierce career? of the war, the Roman wars, in the way of argument, We may as bootless spend our vain command look you, and friendly communication; partly, to sa- Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil, tisfy my opinion, and partly, for the satisfaction, look As send precepts to the Leviathan

you, of my mind, as touching the direction of the mili-To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur, tary 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.

Mat. 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.

Jamy. By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine take themselves to slumber, aile do gude service, or aile ligge i'the grund for it; ay, or go to death: and aile pay it as valorously as I may, that sall I surely do, that is the breff and the long. Marry, I wad full fain heard some question 'tween you tway.

Take pity of your town, and of your people,
Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command;
Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace
O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds
Of deadly murder, spoil, and villainy.
If not, why, in a moment, look to see
The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand
Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters;
Your fathers taken by the silver beards,
And their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls;
Your naked infants spitted upon pikes;
Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confus'd
Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry
At Herod's bloody-hunting slaughtermen.
What say you? will you yield, and this avoid?
Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd?
Gov. Our expectation hath this day an end:
The Dauphin, whom of succour we entreated,
Returns us, that his powers are not yet ready
To raise so great a siege. Therefore, dread king,
We yield our town, and lives, to thy soft mercy:
Enter our gates; dispose of us, and ours;
For we no longer are defensible.

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
villain, and a bastard, and a knave, and a rascal?
What ish my nation? Who talks of my nation?
K. Hen. Open your gates. — Come, uncle Exeter,
Flu. Look you, if you take the matter otherwise, Go you and enter Harfleur; there remain,
than is meant, captain Macmorris, peradventure, I And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French:
shall think you do not use me with that affability as in Use mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle, -
diseretion you ought to use me, look you; being as The winter coming on, and sickness growing
goot a man as yourself, both in the disciplines of wars, Upon our soldiers, - we'll retire to Calais.
and in the derivation of my birth, and in other parti-To-night in Harfleur will we be your guest;
cularities.
To-morrow for the march are we addrest. [Flourish.
The King etc. enter the Town.

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. [4 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 [Exeunt.

there is an end.

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;
Or, like to men proud of destruction,
Defy us to our worst: for, as I am a soldier,

(A name, that, in my thoughts, becomes me best,)
If I begin the battery once again,

I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur,
Till in her ashes she lie buried.

The gates of mercy shall be all shut up;

SCENE IV. - Rouen. A room in the palace.
Enter KATHARINE and ALICE.
Lath. Alice, tu as esté en Angleterre, et tu par-
les bien le langage.

Alice. Un peu, madame.

Kath. Je te prie, m'enseignez; il faut que j'apprenne à parler. Comment appellez vous la main, en Anglois?

Kath. De hand. Et les doigts?
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 Anglois.
Kath. Dites moy en Anglois, le bras.
Alice. De arm, madame.

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