That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt not. Cry-God for Harry! England! and St. George!-Sc. 1. Bardolph. 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 song of it.-Sc. 2. Boy. Would I were in an alehouse in London! I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. Pistol. And I. Fluellen. Up to the preaches, you rascals! will you not up to the preaches? (Driving them forward.)—Id. Fluellen. Fortune is painted plind, with a muffler before her eyes, to signify to you, that fortune is plind: And she is painted also with a wheel, to signify to you, which is the moral of it, that she is turning and inconstant, and variations, and mutabilities; and her foot, look you, is fixed upon a spherical stone, which rolls, and rolls, and rolls.-Sc. 6. Gower. Why, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue; that now and then goes to the wars, to grace himself, at his return into London, under the form of a soldier. And such fellows are perfect in great commanders' names: and they will learn you by rote, where services were done :-at such and such a sconce, at such a breach, at such a convoy; who came off bravely, who was shot, who disgraced, what terms the enemy stood on; and this they con perfectly in the phrase of war, which they trick up with new-turn'd oaths: And what a beard of the general's cut, and a horrid suit of the camp, will do among foaming bottles and ale-wash'd wits, is wonderful to be thought on! but you must learn to know such slanders of the age, or else you may be marvellous mistook.—Id. Fluellen. The perdition of th' athversary hath been very great, very reasonable great: marry, for my part, I think the duke hath lost never a man, but one that is like to be executed for robbing a church, one Bardolph, if your majesty know the man his face is all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs, and flames of fire; and his lips plows at his nose, and it is like a coal of fire, sometimes plue, and sometimes red; but his nose is executed, and his fire's out. Id. King Henry. What is thy name? I know thy quality. Montjoy. Montjoy. King Henry. Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee back, And tell thy king,-I do not seek him now; But could be willing to march on to Calais Without impeachment: for, to say the sooth, (Though 'tis no wisdom to confess so much Unto an enemy of craft and vantage,) My people are with sickness much enfeebled; My numbers lessen'd; and those few I have, Almost no better than so many French; Who, when they were in health, I tell thee, herald, I thought, upon one pair of English legs Did march three Frenchmen.-Id. Chorus. Now entertain conjecture of a time, From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch: Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, So tediously away. The poor condemned English, Sit patiently and inly ruminate The morning's danger; and their gestures sad So many horrid ghosts. O! now, who will behold Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, For forth he goes, and visits all his host; How dread an army hath enrounded him: His liberal eye doth give to every one, Gower. Why the enemy is loud; you heard him all night. Fluellen. If the enemy is an ass, and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an ass, and a fool, and a prating coxcomb: in your own conscience now ?-Sc. 1. King Henry. What infinite heart's ease must kings neglect, That private men enjoy? And what have kings that privates have not too, What kind of God art thou, that suffers't more Art thou ought else but place, degree, and form, Wherein thou art less happy, being fear'd, Than they in fearing. What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, Think'st thou, the fiery fever will go out With titles blown from adulation? Will it give place to flexure and low-bending? Can'st thou, when thou command'st the beggar's knee, The inter-tissued robe of gold and pearl, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave; What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace, Whose hours the peasant best advantages.-Id. Westmoreland. O! that we now had here (Enter KING HENRY) But one ten thousand of those men in England, Who do no work to-day! King Henry. What's he that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland ?-No, my fair cousin : If we are mark'd to die, we are enough To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. ... I am not covetous for gold; Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost; I am the most offending soul alive. No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: As one man more, methinks, would spare from me, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, What feats he did that day: Then shall our names, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; And gentlemen of England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd, they were not here; Fluellen. I think it is in Macedon, where Alexander is porn. I tell you, captain,-If you look in the maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations, look you, is both alike. There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth: it is called Wye, at Monmouth; but it is out of my prains, what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis so like as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both.-Sc. 7. Fluellen. Alexander in his rages, and his furies, and his wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and his displeasures, and his indignations, and also being a little intoxicates in his |