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I ftand here for him : what to him from England ?
Exe. Scorn and defiance, flight regard, contempt,
Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply,
Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it,
[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.
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
[ 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.
once more ;
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
[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
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,
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
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?
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.
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