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I ftand here for him : what to him from England ?

Exe. Scorn and defiance, flight regard, contempt,
And any thing that may not misbecome
The mighty fender, 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 fo hot an answer for it,
That caves and womby vaultages of France
Shall chide your trespass, and return your mock
In fecond accent to his ordinance.

Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply,
It is against my will ; for I defire
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 those 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 you shall know our mind at

[Flourish. Exe. Dispatch us with all speed, left 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 conA night is but small breath, and little pause, [ditions. To answer matters of this confequence.




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Enter Chorus. Chorus. Hus 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


Imbark his royalty; and his brave fleet
With filken streamers the young Phæbus fanning.
Play with your fancies; and in them behold,
Upon the hempen tackle, ship-boys climbing ;
Hear the shrill wbiftle, which doth order give
To sounds confus'd; behold the threaden fails,
Borne with th' invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowd fea,
Breasting the lofty furge. O, do but think,
You stand upon the rivage, and behold
A city on th' 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 grandfires, babies, and old women;
Or pass’d or not arriv'd, to pith and puiffance:
For who is he, whose chin is but inrich'd
With one appearing hair, that will not follow
Thefe culld and choice-drawn cavaliers to France?
Work, work your thoughts, and therein fee a fiege;
Behold the ordnance on their carriages
With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.
Suppose the ambassador from France comes back;
Tells Harry, that the King doth offer him
Catharine his daughter, and with her to dowry
Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms:
The offer likes not; and the nimble gunner
With lynstock now the devilish cannon touches,

[ Alarm, and cannon go off. And down


all before him. Still be kind, And eke out our performance with your mind. [Exit.

SCENE II. Before Harfleur. Enter King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, and Gloucester;

Soldiers with scaling ladders.
K. Henry. Once more unto the breach, dear friends,

once more ;
Or close the wall up with the English dead.
In peace, there's nothing so becoines a man
As modest stillness and humility:
M m 2


But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tyger ;
Stiffen the finews, fummon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let it pry thro' the portage of the head,
Like the brass cannon : let the brow o'erwhelm it,
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O’erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and waiteful ocean.
Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide;
Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit
To his full height. Now on, you noblest English,
Whose blood is fetch'd 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 groffer 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 flips,
Straining upon the itart. The game's a-foot :
Follow your spirit; and, upon this charge,
Cry, God for Harry! England ! and St. George!

[Exeunt King and Train. [Alarn, and cannon go off

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III. Enter Nym, Bardolph, Pistol, and Boy. Bard. On, on, on, on, on, to the breach, to the breach.

Nym. 'Pray thee, Corporal, stay; the knocks are too hot; and for mine own part, I have not a case of lives: the humour of it is too hot; that is the very plain fong of it.

Pist. The plain long is most just; for humours do

abound: Knocks

go and come : God's vassals drop and die; And sword and Thield, in bloody field, doth win im

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

Pift. And I : if wishes would prevail,
I wou'd not stay, but thither would I hie.

Enter Fluellen.
Flu. Up to the preach, you dogs; avaunt, you cul-

lions. Pist. Be merciful, great Duke, to men of mould, Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage ; Good bawcock, bate thy rage; use lenity, sweet chuck.

Nym. These be good humours; your honour wins bad humours.

[Exeunt. Boy. As young as I am, I have observ'd these three swathers. I am boy to them all three ; but all they three, though they would serve me, could not be man lo me; for, indeed, three such antics do not amount to a man. For Bardolph, he is white-liver'd and red-face’d; by the incans whereof he faces it out, but fights not. For Pistol, he hath a killing tongue, and a quiet sword; by the means whereof he breaks words, and keeps whole weapons. “ For Nym, he hath heard, that men of “ few words are the best men; and therefore he scorns

to say his prayers, left he thould be thought a coward: but his few bad words are match'd with as few good deeds; for he never broke any man's head but his own, and that was against a poft when he was drunk. They will steal any thing, and call it purchase.“ Bardolph, " stole a lute-cafe, bore it twelve leagues, and fold it " for three half-pence. Nym and Bardolph are tworn brothers in filching; and in Calais they tole a fire-thovel. "I knew, by that piece of service, the men would carry coals. They would have me as familiar with mens' pockets, as their gloves or their handkerchers; which makes much against my manhood; for if I would take from another's pocket to put into mine, it is plain pocketting up of wrongs. I muit leave them, and teek


fome better service; their villany goes against my weak stomach, and therefore I must cast it up. [Exit Boy.

Enter Gower, and Fluellen. Gower. 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 goot to come to the mines; for, look you, the mines are not according to the disciplines of the war; the concavities of it is not sufficient; for, look you,

th'athversary (you may discuss unto the Duke, look you) is digg'd himself four yards under the countermines; by Cheshu, I think, a' will plow up all, if there is not petter directions.

Gower. The Duke of Gloucester, to whom the order of the fiege is given, is altogether directed by an Irish man, a very valiant gentleman, i'faith.

Flu. It is Captain Mackmorris, is it not?
Gower. I think it be.

Flu. By Chelhu he is an ass, as is 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 Mackmorris and Capt. Jamy. Gower. Here he comes, and the Scots Captain, Captain Jamy, with him.

Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous valorous gentleman, that is certain; and of great expedition and knowledge in the ancient wars, upon my particular knowledge of his directions; by Chelhu he will maintain his argument as well as any military man in the world, in the disciplines of the pristine wars of the Romans.

Jamy. I say, gudday, Captain Fluellen.
Flu. Godden to your Worship, good Captain James.

Gorver. How now, Captain Mackmorris, have you quitted the mines! have the pioneers giv'n o'er?

Mack. By Chrish law, tish ill done, the work ifh give orer, the trumpet found the retreat. By my hand,

Twear, and by my father's foul, the work ish ill done; it ish give over; I would have blowed up the town, fo

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