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Doing the execution, and the act,

You know, how apt our love was, to accord
For which we have in head assembled them?

To furnish him with all appertinents
Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best. Belonging to his honour; and this man
K. Hen. I doubt not that; since we are well persuaded, Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspir'd,
We carry not a heart with us from hence,

And sworn unto the practices of France,
That grows not in a fair consent with ours;

To kill us here in Hampton: to the which,
Nor leave not one behind, that doth not wish This knight, no less for bounty bound to us
Success and conquest to attend on us.

Than Cambridge is, — hath likewise sworn.-But 0!
Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd, and lov'd, What shall I say to thee, lord Scroop; thou cruel,
Than is your majesty; there's not, I think, a subject, Ingrateful, savage, and inhuman creature !
That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness

Thou, that didst bear the key of all my counsels,
Under the sweet shade of your government.

That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
Grey. Even those, that were your father's enemies, That almost might'st have coin'd meinto gold,
Have steep'd their galls in honey; and do serve you Would'st thou have practis'd on me for thy use?
With hearts create of duty and of zeal.

May it be possible, that foreign hire
K. Hen. We therefore have great cause of thank- Could out of thee extract one spark of evil,

That might annoy my finger? 'Tis so strange,
And shall forget the office of our hand,

That, though the truth of it stands off as gross,
Sooner than quittance of desert and merit,

As black from white, my eye will scarcely see it.
According to the weight and worthiness.

Treason, and murder, ever kept together,
Scroop. So service shall with steeled sinews toil; As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose,
And labour shall refresh istelf with hope,

Working so grossly in a natural cause,
To do your grace incessant services.

That admiration did not whoop at them:
K. Hen. We judge no less. — Uncle of Exeter, But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in
Enlarge the man committed yesterday,

Wonder to wait on treason, and on murder:
That rail'd against our person: we consider,

And whatsoever cunning fiend it was,
It was excess of wine that set him on;

| That wrought upon thee so preposterously,
And, on his more advice, we pardon him.

H'ath got the voice in hell for excellence:
Scroop. That's mercy, but too much security: And other devils, that suggest by treasons,
Let him be punish’d, sovereign ; lest example Do botch and bungle up damnation
Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind. With patches, colours, and with forms being fetch'd
K. Hen. 0, let us yet be merciful.

From glistering semblances of piety;
Cam. So may your highness, and yet panish too. But he, that temper'd thee, bade thee stand up,
Grey. Sir, you show great mercy, if you give him life, Gavethee no instance why thou should'st do treason,
After the taste of much correction.

Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.
K. Hen. Alas, your too much love and care of me If that same daemon, that hath gull’d thee thus,
Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch.

Should with his lion gait walk the whole world,
If little faults, proceeding on distemper,

He might return to vasty Tartar back,
Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye, And tell the legions — I can never win
When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and digested, A soul so easy as that Englishman's.
Appear before us? - We'll yet enlarge that man, 0, how hast thou with jealousy infected
Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey, --in their dear Thesweetness of alfiance! Show med dutiful?

Why, so didst thon: seem they grave and learned ?
And tender preservation of our person,

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;

Why, so didst thou: or are they spare in diet;
Who are the late commissioners ?

Free from gross passion, or of mirth, or anger;
Cam. I one, my lord;

Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood;
Your highness bade me ask for it to-day.

Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement;
Scroop. So did you me, my liege.

Not working with the eye, without the car,
Grey. And me, my royal sovereign.

And, but in purged judgment, trusting neither?
K. Hen. Then, Richard, cart of Cambridge, there Such, and so finely bolted, didst thou seem;

s yours;

And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot,
There yours, lord Scroop of Masham ;-and, sir knight, To mark the full-fraught man, and best endued,
Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours :- With some suspicion. I will weep for thee;
Read them; and know, I know your worthiness. For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
My lord of Westmoreland, -- and uncle Exeter, Another fall of man. — Their faults are open,
We will aboard to-night.-Why, how now, gentlemen? Arrest them to the answer of the law;
What see you in those papers, that you lose

And God acquit them of their practices!
So much complexion ? --look ye, how they change! Exe. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Ri-
Their cheeks are paper.

Why, what read you there, chard earl of Cambridge.
Thathath so cowarded and chas'd your blood

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Henry
Out ofappearance?

lord Scroop of Masham. Cam. I do confess my fanlt;

I arrest thee of high treason, hy the name of Thomas
And do submit me to your highness' mercy.

Grey, knight of Northumberland.
Grey. Scroop. To which we all appeal.

Scroop. Our purposes God justly hath discovered;
K. Hen. The mercy, that was quick in us but late, And I repent my fault, more than my death;
By your own counsel is suppress’d and kill'd: Which I beseech your highness to forgive,
You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy; Aithough my body pay the price of it.
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms,

Cam. For me, – the gold of France did not seduce;
As dogs upon their masters, worrying them.

Although I did admit it as a motive,
See you, my princes, and my noble peers,

The sooner to effect what I intended :
These English monsters! Mylord of Cambridge here, But God be thanked for prevention;

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Which Iin sofferance heartily will rejoice,
Boy. 'A said once, the devil would have him about Andy

yo Beseeching God, and you, to pardon me.

Werel Grey. Never did faithful subject more rejoice Quick. 'A did in some sort, indeed, handle women: Coveri At the discovery of most dangerous treason, but then he was rheumatic; and talked of the whore of Than I do at this hourjoy o'er myself, Babylon.

That el Prevented from a damned enterprize: Boy. Do you not remember, 'a saw a flea stick upon

Dau. My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign. Bardolph's nose; and 'a said, it was a black soul burn- Battho K. Hen. God quit you in his mercy! Hear your sen-ing in hell-fire? tence.

Bard. Well, the fuel is gone, that maintained that You have conspir'd against our royal person, fire; that's all the riches I got in his service.

So the Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his coffers Nym. Shall we shog off ? the king will be gone from Which Receiv'd the golden earnest of our death ; Southampton.

Doth, 1 Wherein you

would have sold your king to slaughter, Pist. Come, let's away. – My love, give me thy lips. A little His princes and his peers to servitude, Look to my chattels, and my moveables:

Fr. A His subjects to oppression and contempt, Let senses rule; the word is, Pitch and pay;

And, p And his whole kingdom unto desolation. Trust none;

The ki Touching our person, seek we no revenge;

For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes, Audhi But we our kingdom's safety must so tender, And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck;

That Whose ruin you three sought, that to her laws Therefore, caveto be thy counsellor. We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence, Go, clear thy crystals. Yoke-fellows in arms,

then Poor miserable wretches, to your death :

Let us to France ! like horse-leeches, my boys; The taste whereof, God, of his mercy, give you To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck! Patience to endure, and true repentauce

Boy. And that is but unwholesome food, they say. Whils Of all your dear offences! - Bear them hence. Pist. Touch her soft mouth, and march.

Upin (Exeunt Conspirators, guarded. Bard. Farewell, hostess!

[Kissing her.

Sawh Now, lords, for France; the enterprize whereof Nym. I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but Shall be to you, as us, like glorious. adieu !

The We doubt not of a fair and lucky war;

Pist. Let housewifery appear: keep close, I thee comSince God so graciously hath brought to light mand.

Ofth This dangerous treason, lurking in our way,

Quick. Farewell; adieu !


The To hinder our beginnings, we doubt not now, But every rub is smoothed on our way.

SCENE IV. - France. A room in the French King's ME Then, forth, dear countrymen; let us deliver


Do Our puissance into the hand of God,

Enter the French King attended; the Dauphin, the F Putting it straight in expedition.

Duke of Burgundy, the Constable, und Others. Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance:

Fr. King. Thus come the English with full power Y Noking of Eogland, if not king of France. [Exeunt. upon us; SCENĚ III. — London. Mrs Quickly's house in East- And more than carefully it ns concerns,

MC cheap.

To answer royally in our defences.
Enter Pistol, Mrs QUICKLY, NYM, BARDOLPH, and Boy. Therefore the dukes of Berry, and of Bretagne,

RE Quick. Pr’ythee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring of Brabant, and of Orleans, shall make forth,

Ta thee to Staines.

And you, prince Dauphin, -- with all swift despatch, Of Pist. No; for my manly heart doth yearn.

To line, and new repair, our towns of war,
Bardolph, be blithe;-Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins i With men of courage, and with means defendant:
Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead, For England his approaches makes as fierce,
And we must yearn therefore.

As waters to the sucking of a gulph. Bard. 'Would, I were with him, wheresome'er he is, It fits us then, to be as provident either in heaven, or in hell!

As fear may teach us, out of late examples, Quick. Nay, sure, he's not in hell; he's in Arthur's Left by the fatal and neglected English bosom, if ever man want to Arthur's bosom. 'A made Upon our fields. 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 peaceistelf 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 ? quothl: 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 fautastically borne was as cold as any stone.

By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth, Nym. They say, he cried out of sack.

That fear attends her not. Quick. Ay, that'a did.

Con, 0 peace, prince Dauphin! Bard. And of women.

You are too much mistaken in this king: Quick. Nay, that'a did not.

Question your grace the late ambassadors, – Boy. Yes, that'a did; and said, they were devils in-With what great state he heard their embassy, carnate.

llow well supplied with noble counsellors, Quick. 'A could never abide carnation;'twas a colour How modest in exception, and, withal, he never liked.

How terrible in constant resolution,

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And you shall find, his vanities fore-spent

Deliver up the crown; and to take mercy
Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus,

On the poor souls, for whom this hungry war
Covering discretion with a coat of folly;

Opens his vasty jaws: and on your head
Asgardeners do with ordure hide those rools, Turns he the widows' tears, the orphans' cries,
That shall first spring, and be most delicate. The dead men's blood, the pining maidens' groans,

Dau. Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable, For husbands, fathers, and betrothed lovers,
Bat though we think it so, it is no matter :

That shall be swallow'd in this controversy.
In cases of defence, 'tis best to weigh

This is his claim, his threat’ning, and my message;
The enemy more mighty than he seems,

Unless the Dauphin be in presence here,
So the proportions of defence are fill'd;

To whom expressly I bring greeting too.
Which, of a weak and niggardly projection,

Fr. King. For us, we will consider of this further;
Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat, with scanting To-morrow shall you bear our full intent
A little cloth.

Back to our brother England.
Fr. King. Think we king Harry strong;

Dau. For the Dauphin,
And, princes, look, you strongly arm to meet him. I stand here for him. What to him from England ?
The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us; Exe. Scorn, and defiance: slight regard, contempt,
And he is bred out of that bloody strain,

And any thing, that may not misbecome
That haunted us in our familiar paths:

The mighty sender, doth he prize you at.
Witness our too much memorable shame,

Thus says my king: and, if your father's highness
When Cressy battle fatally was struck,

Do not, in grant of all demands at large,
And all our princes captiv'd, by the hand

Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty,
Of that black name, Edward, black prince of Wales; He'll call you to so hot an answer for it,
Whiles that his mountain sire,-on mountain standing, That caves and womby vaultages of France
Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,

Shall chide your trespass, and return your mock
Saw his heroical seed, and smil'd to see him

In second accent of his ordnance.
Mangle the work of nature, and deface

Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply,
The patterns, that by God and by French fathers It is against my will: for I desire
Had twenty years been made. This is a stem

Nothing but odds with England; to that end,
of that victorious stock; and let us fear

As matching to his youth and vanity,
The native mightiness and fate of him.

I did present him with those Paris balls.
Enter a Messenger:

Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it,
Mess. Ambassadors from Henry King of England Were it the mistress court of mighty Europe:
Do crave admittance to your majesty.

And, be assur’d, you'll find a difference,
Fr. King. We'll give them present audience. Go and (As we, his subjects, have in wonder found,)

bring them. [Exeunt Mess, and certain Lords. Between the promise of his greener days,
You see, this chase is hotly follow'd, friends. And these he masters now; now he weighs time,

Dau. Turn head, and stop pursuit: for coward dogs Even to the utmost grain ; which you shall read
Most spend their mouths, when what they seem to in your own losses, if he stay in France.

Fr. King. To-morrow shall you know our mind
Runs far before them. Good my sovereign,

at full.
Take up the Euglish short; and let them know Exe. Despatch us with all speed, lest that our king
of what a monarchy you are the head:

Come here himself to question our delay;
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin

For he is footed in this land already.
As self-neglecting.

Fr. King. You shall be soon despatch'd, with fair
Re-enter Lords, with Exeter and Train.

Fr. King. From our brother England?

A night is but small breath, and little pause,
Exe. From him; and thus he greets your majesty. To answer matters of this consequence. (Exeunt.
He wills you, in the name of God Almighty,

divest yourself, and lay apart
The borrow'd glories, that, by gift of heaven,

By law of nature, and of nations, ’long

Chor. Thus with imagin’d wing our swift scene flies,
To him, and to his heirs; namely, the crown, In motion of no less celerity
And all wide-stretched honours that pertain, Than that of thought: Suppose, that you have seen
By custom and the ordinance of times,

The well-appointed king at Hampton pier
Unto the crown of France. That you may know, Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet
'Tis no sinister, nor no awkward claim,

With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning,
Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days, Play with your fancies; and in them behold,
Nor from the dust of old oblivion rak'd,

Upon the hempen tackle, ship-boys climbing:
He sends


this most memorable line, [Gives a paper. Hear the shrill whistle, which doth order give In every branch truly demonstrative;

To sounds confus'd: behold the threaden sails,
Willing you, overlook this pedigree:

Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
And, when you find him evenly deriv'd

Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea,
From his most fam'd of famous ancestors,

Breasting the lofty surge! 0, do but think,
Edward the Third, he bids you then resign You stand'upon the rivage, and behold
Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held

A city on the inconstant billows dancing ;
From him the native and true challenger.

For so appears this fleet majestical,
Fr. King. Or else what follows?

Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow!
Exe. Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crown Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy;
Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it: And leave your England, as dead midnight, still,
And therefore in fierce tempest is he coming, Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old women,
In thunder, and in earthquake, like a Jove; Either past, or not arriv'd to, pith and puissane
(That, if requiring fail, he will compel ;)

For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord,

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These call'd and choice-drawn cavaliers to France ? If wishes wonld prevail with me,
Work, work, your thoughts, and therein see a siege: My purpose should not fail with me,
Behold the ordnance on their carriages,

But thither would I hie.
With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur. Boy: As duly, but not as truly, as bird doth sing on
Suppose, the ambassador from the French comes bough.

Tells Harry, that the king doth offer him

Flu. Got's plood !- Up to the preaches, you rascals! Katharine his daughter; and with her, to dowry, will

you up to the preaches ? (Driving them forSome petty and unprofitable dukedoms.

ward. The offer likes not: and the nimble gunner Pist. Be merciful, great duke, to men of mould! With linstock now the devilish cannon touches, Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage!

[Alarum; and chambers go off. Abate thy rage, great duke! And down goes all before them. Still be kind, Good bawcock,bate thy rage! use lenity, sweet chack ! And eke out our performance with your mind. (Exit. Nym. These be good humours ! - your honour wins

bad humours. (Exeunt Nym, Pistol, and Bardolph, SCENE I. - The same. Before Harfleur.

followed by Fluellen. Alarums. Enter King Herry, Exeter, BeDFORD, Boy. As young as I am, I have observed these three

Glosten, and Soldiers, with scaling ladders. swashers. I am boy to them all three: but all they
K. Hen. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, three, though they would serve me, could not be man

to me; for, indeed, three such antics do not amount to
Or close the wall up with our English dead! a man. For Bardolph, – he is white-livered, and red-
In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, faced ; by the means whereof, 'a faces it out, but fights
As modest stillness, and humility:

not, For Pistol,— he hath a killing tongue, and a quiet But when the blast of war blows in our ears, sword; by the means whereof, 'a breaks words, and Then imitate the action of the tiger;

keeps whole weapons. For Nym, - he hath heard, Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,

that men of few words are the best men ; and therefore Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd

rage: hescorns to say his prayers, lest'a should be thought a
Then lead the eye a terrible aspect;

coward; but his few bad words are match'd with as
Let it pry through the portage of the head, 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

druok. They will steal any thing, and call it, -por-
O’erhand and jutty his confounded base,

chase. Bardolph stole a lote-case; bore it twelve lea-
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.

gues and sold it for three halfpence. Nym, and Bar-
Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril vide; dolph, are sworn brothers in filching; and in Calais
Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit they stole a fire-shovel: I knew, by that piece of ser-
To his full height !- On, on, you noblest English, vice, the men would carry coals. They would have me
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof! as familiar with men's pockets, as their gloves or their
Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders,

handkerchiefs : which makes much against my man-
Have, in these parts, from mora till even fought, hood, if I should take from another's pocket, to put
And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument. into mine; for it is plain pocketing up of wrongs. I
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest,

must leave them, and seek some better service : their That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you! villainy goes against my weak stomach, and therefore I Be copy now to men of grosser blood,

mast cast it up.

(Exit Boy. And teach them how to var!. And you,good yeomen, Re-enter Fluelles, Gower following: Whose limbs were made in England, shew us here Gow. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to The mettle of your pasture; let us swear the mines; the Duke of Gloster would speak with you. That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt not; Flu. To the mines ! tell you the duke, it is not so goot For there is none of you so mean and base, to come to the mines. For, look you, the mines is not That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.

according to the disciplines of the war; the conca
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, vities of it is not sufhcient; for, look you, th’athver-
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; sary (you may discuss unto the duke, look
Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge, diglit himself four yards under the counter-mines : by
Cry: God for Harry! England! and Saint George ! Cheshu, I think, 'a will plow up all, if there is not
[Exeunt. Alarum; and chambers go off petter directions.

Gow. The duke of Gloster, to whom the order of
SCENE II. - The same.

the siege is given, is altogether directed by an Iriski-
Forces pass over; then enter Nyx, BARDOLPH, man; a very valiant gentleman, i'faith.
Pistol, and Boy.

Flu. It is captain Macmorris, is it not?
Bard. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the Gow. I think, it be.

Flu. By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the’orld: I will Nym. 'Pray thee, corporal, stay; the knocks are too verify as much in his peard: he has no more directions hot; and, for mine own part, I have not a case of lives: in the true disciplines of the


the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain-song mau disciplines, than is a puppy-dog.
of it.

Enter MACMORRIS und JANY, at a distance.
Pist. The plain-song is most just; for humours do Gow. Here 'a comes ; and the Scots captain, captaia

Jamy, with him.
Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop and die; Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorons gentie
And sword and shield,

man, that is certain ; and of great expedition, and
In bloody field,

kuowledge in the ancient wars, upon my particular Doth win immortal fame.

knowledge of his directions : by Cheshu, he will mainBoy: 'Would I were in an alehouse in London! I tain his argument as well, as any military mau in the would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety.'orld, in the disciplines of the pristine Pist. And I:


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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 routsafe 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.

Take pity of your town, and of your people,
Jamy. It sall be very gud, gud feith, gud captains Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command;
bath: and I sall quit you with gud leve, as I may pick Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace
occasion; that sall 1, marry.

O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds
Mat. It is no time to discourse, so Chrish save me, of deadly murder, spoil, and villainy.
the day is hot, and the weather, and the wars, and the If not, why, in a moment, look to see
king, and the dukes; it is no time to discourse. The The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand
town is beseeched, and the trumpet calls us to the Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters ;
breach; and we talk, and, by Chrish, do nothing; 'tis Your fathers taken by the silver beards,
shame for us all; so God sa' me, 'tis shame to stand and their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls;
still ; it is shame, by my hand and there is throats to Your naked infants spitted upon pikes;
be cut, and works to be done; and there ish nothing Whiles the mud mothers with their howls confus'd
done, so Chrish sa' me, la.

Do break the clonds, as did the wives of Jewry
Jamy. By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine take At Herod’s bloody-hunting slaughtermen.
themselves to slumber, aile do gude service, or aile What say you? will you yield, and this avoid ?
ligge i’the grand for it; ay, or go to death: and aile Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd ?
pay it as valorously as I may, that sall I surely do, that

Gov. Our expectation hath this day an end:
is the breff and the long. Marry, I wad full faiu heard The Dauphin, whom of succour we entreated,
some question 'tween you tway.

Returns us, that his powers are not yet ready
Flu. Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, under To raise so great a siege. Therefore, dread king,
your correction, there is not many of your nation

We yield our town, and lives, to thy soft mercy:
Mac. Of my nation? What ish my nation ? ish a Enter our gates; dispose of us, and ours;
villain, and a bastard, aud a kuave, and a rascal? For we no longer are defensible.
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, 1 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;

To-morrow for the march are we addrest. (Flourish.
Mac. I do not know you so good a man as myself:

The King etc. enter the Town.
80 Chrish save me, I will cut off your head.
Gow. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other. SCENE IV. - Rouen. A room in the palace.
Jamy. Au! that's a foul fault. (A parley sounded.

Gow. The town sounds a parley,

Lath. Alice, tu as esté en Angleterre, et tu par-
Flu. Captain Macmorris, when there is more better les bien le langage.
opportunity to be required, look you, I will be so bold Alice. Un peu, madame.
as to tell you, I know the disciplines of war; and Kath. Je te prie, m'enseignez; il fuut que j'ap-
there is an end.

[Exeunt. prenne à parler. Comment appellez vous la main,

en Anglois ?
SCENE III. — The same. Before the gates of Hurfleur. Alice. La main? elle est appellée, de hand.

Kath. De hand. Et les doigts?
The Governor and some Citizens on the walls; the Alice. Les doigts? may foy, je oublie les doigts ;

English Forces below. Enter King Hexky and his mais je me souviendray. Les doiges? je pense,

qu'ils sont appellé de fingres; ouy, de fingres.
K. Hen. How yet resolves the governor of the town? Kath. La main, de hand; les doigts, de fingres,
This is the latest parle we will admit:

Je pense , que je suis le bon escolier. J'ay gagné Therefore, to our best mercy give yourselves ; deux mots d'Anglois vistement. Comment appellez Or, like to men proud of destruction,

vous les ongles ? Defy us to our worst: for, as I am a soldier, Alice. Les ongles ? les appellons, de nails. (A name, that, in my thoughts, becomes me best,) Kath. De nails. Escoutez; dites moy, si je par If I begin the battery once again,

bien; de hand, de fingres, de nails. I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur,

Alice. C'est bien dit, madame ; il est fort bon Angloa
Till in her ashes she lie buried.

Kath. Dites moy en Anglois, le bras.
The gates of mercy shall be all shut up;

Alice. De arm, madame,

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