I ftand here for him: what to him from England? The mighty fender, doth he prize you at. Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply, Nothing but odds with England; to that end, I did prefent him with those Paris balls. Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre fhake for it, [full. Fr. King. To-morrow you shall know our mind at [Flourish. Exe. Difpatch 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 fhall be foon dispatch'd with fair conA night is but fmall breath, and little paufe, [ditions. To answer matters of this confequence. [Exeunt. In motion of no lefs celerity Than that of thought. Suppofe that you have seen The well-appointed King at Hampton pier Imbark his royalty; and his brave fleet With filken streamers the young Phoebus fanning. Holding due courfe to Harfleur. Follow, follow. With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur. [Alarm, and cannon go off. And down goes 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 fealing ladders. K. Henry. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with the English dead. As modeft ftillnefs and humility: But when the blaft of war blows in our ears, Let it pry thro' the portage of the head, O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, That those whom you call'd fathers, did beget you. And teach them how to war; and you, good yeomen, That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not: [Exeunt King and Train. [Alarm, and cannon go off. SCENE III. Enter Nym, Bardolph, Piftol, and Boy. Bard. On, on, on, on, on, to the breach, to the breach. Nym. 'Pray thee, Corporal, ftay; the knocks are too hot; and for mine own part, I have not a cafe of lives: the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain fong of it. Pift. The plain fong is moft juft; for humours do abound: Knocks go and come: God's vaffals drop and die; And fword and fhield, in bloody field, doth win immortal fame. Boy. Wou'd I were in an alehoufe in London, I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and fafety. Pift. And I if wifhes would prevail, I wou'd not stay, but thither would I hie. Enter Fluellen. Flu. Up to the preach, you dogs; avaunt, you cullions. Pift. Be merciful, great Duke, to men of mould, Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage; Good bawcock, bate thy rage; ufe lenity, fweet chuck. Nym. These be good humours; your honour wins bad humours. [Exeunt. Boy. As young as I am, I have obferv'd these three fwathers. 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 fuch antics do not amount to a man. For Bardolph, he is white-liver'd and red-face'd; by the means whereof he faces it out, but fights not. For Piftol, he hath a killing tongue, and a quiet fword; 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 fay his prayers, left he should 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 post when he was drunk. They will fteal any thing, and call it purchafe. "Bardolph, "ftole a lute-cafe, bore it twelve leagues, and fold it "for three half-pence. Nym and Bardolph are fworn brothers in filching; and in Calais they ftole a fire-thovel. I knew, by that piece of fervice, 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 must leave them, and feek fome fome better fervice; their villany goes against my weak ftomach, and therefore I must caft it up. Enter Gower, and Fluellen. [Exit Boy. 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 fo goot to come to the mines; for, look you, the mines are not according to the difciplines of the war; the concavities of it is not fufficient; for, look you, th'athverfary (you may difcufs unto the Duke, look you) is digg'd himself four yards under the countermines; by Chefhu, 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 Chefhu he is an afs, as is in the world; I will verify as much in his peard; he has no more directions in the true difciplines of the wars, look you, of the Roman difciplines, 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 Chefhu he will maintain his argument as well as any military man in the world, in the difciplines of the priftine wars of the Romans. Jamy. I fay, gudday, Captain Fluellen. Flu. Godden to your Worthip, good Captain James. Gower. How now, Captain Mackmorris, have you quitted the mines! have the pioneers giv'n o'er? Mack. By Chrifh law, tifh ill done; the work ifh give over, the trumpet found the retreat. By my hand, 1 fwear, and by my father's foul, the work ith ill done; it ifh give over; I would have blowed up the town, fo |