Con. Doing is activity: and he will still be doing.
Orl. He never did harm, that I heard of.

Con. Nor will do none to-morrow; he will keep that good name still..

Orl. I know him to be valiant.

Con. I was told that, by one that knows him better

than you.

Orl. What's he?

Con. Marry, he told me fo himself; and he said, he cared not who knew it.

Orl. He needs not, it is no hidden virtue in him.

Con. By my faith, fir, but it is; never any body faw it, but his lacquey: 'tis a hooded valour; and, when it appears, it will bate.

Orl. Ill will never faid well.

Con. I will cap that proverb with-There is flattery in friendship.

Orl. And I will take up that with-Give the devil his due.

Con. Well placed; there ftands your friend for the devil have at the very eye of that proverb, with-A pox of the devil.

Orl. You are the better at proverbs, by how much-A fool's bolt is foon fhot.

Con. You have shot over.

Orl. 'Tis not the first time you were overfhot.

Enter à Meffenger.

Me. My lord high conftable, the English lie within fifteen hundred paces of your tent.

Con. Who hath measured the ground?

Me. The lord Grandpré.

Con. A valiant and most expert gentleman.-'Would it

were day!-Alas, poor Harry of England! he longs not for the dawning, as we do.

Orl. What a wretched and peevish fellow is this king of England, to mope with his fat-brain'd followers fo far out of his knowledge!

Con. If the English had any apprehenfion, they would

run away.

Orl. That they lack; for if their heads had any intellectual armour, they could never wear fuch heavy headpieces.

Ram. That island of England breeds very valiant crea→ tures; their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage.

Orl. Foolish curs! that run winking into the mouth of a Ruffian bear, and have their heads crush'd like rotten apples: You may as well fay,-that's a valiant flea, that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.

Con. Juft, juft; and the men do fympathize with the mastiffs, in robustious and rough coming on, leaving their wits with their wives: and then give them great meals of beef, and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves, and fight like devils.

Orl. Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of beef.

Con. Then we shall find to-morrow-they have only ftomachs to eat, and none to fight. Now is it time to arm; Come, shall we about it ?

Orl. It is now two o'clock: but, let me fee,-by ten, We shall have each a hundred Englishmen. [Exeunt.

ACT

ACT IV.

Enter CHORUS.

Chorus. Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide veffel of the universe.

From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army ftilly sounds,

That the fix'd fentinels almost receive

The fecret whispers of each other's watch :
Fire anfwers fire; and through their paly flames
Each battle fees the other's umber'd face:

Steed threatens fteed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents,
The armourers, accomplishing the knights,
With bufy hammers closing rivets up,

Give dreadful note of preparation.

The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll,
And the third hour of drowsy morning name.
Proud of their numbers, and secure in soul,
The confident and over-lufty French
Do the low-rated English play at dice;
And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night,
Who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp
So tedioufly away. The poor condemned English,
Like facrifices, by their watchful fires

Sit patiently, and inly ruminate

The morning's danger; and their gesture sad,
Investing lank-lean cheeks, and war-worn coats,
Prefenteth them unto the gazing moon

So

So many horrid ghofts. O, now, who will behold
The royal captain of this ruin'd band,

Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent,

Let him cry-Praise and glory on his head!
For forth he goes, and vifits all his hoft;
Bids them good morrow, with a modest smile;
And calls them-brothers, friends, and countrymen,
Upon his royal face there is no note,

How dread an army hath enrounded him
Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour
Unto the weary and all-watched night:
But freshly looks, and over-bears attaint,
With cheerful femblance, and sweet majesty;
That every wretch, pining and pale before,
Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks:
A largess univerfal, like the fun, ̧·

His liberal eye doth give to every one,
Thawing cold fear. Then, mean and gentle all,
Behold, as may unworthiness define,

A little touch of Harry in the night :
And fo our scene must to the battle fly;

Where, (O for pity!) we fhall much disgrace-
With four or five most vile and ragged foils,
Right ill difpos'd, in brawl ridiculous,-
The name of Agincourt: Yet, fit and fee;
Minding true things, by what their mockeries be. [Exit.

SCENE 1.

The English Camp at Agincourt.

Enter King HENRY, BEDFORD, and GLOSTER.

K. Hen. Glofter, 'tis true, that we are in great danger;

The greater therefore should our courage be.

Good

Good morrow, brother Bedford.-God Almighty!
There is fome foul of goodness in things evil,
Would men obfervingly distil it out;

For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers,
Which is both healthful, and good husbandry :
Befides, they are our outward confciences,
And preachers to us all; admonishing,
That we should drefs us fairly for our end.
Thus may we gather honey from the weed,
And make a moral of the devil himself.

Enter ERPINGHAM.

Good morrow, old fir Thomas Erpingham:
A good foft pillow for that good white head
Were better than a churlish turf of France.

Erp. Not fo, my liege; this lodging likes me better, Since I may fay-now lie I like a king.

K. Hen. 'Tis good for men to love their present pains, Upon example; fo the fpirit is eased:

And, when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt,
The organs, though defunct and dead before,
Break up their drowsy grave, and newly move
With cafted flough and fresh legerity.

Lend me thy cloak, fir Thomas.-Brothers both,
Commend me to the princes in our camp;
Do my good morrow to them; and, anon,
Defire them all to my pavilion.

Glo. We shall, my liege.

Erp. Shall I attend your grace?

K. Hen.

[Exeunt GLOSTER and BEDFORD.

No, my good knight;

I and

Go with my brothers to my lords of England: