This is the latest parle we will admit : Defy us to our worst: as I am a soldier, (A name, that, in my thoughts, becomes me best.) If I begin the battery once again, I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur, What say you? Will you yield, and this avoid? K. Hen. Open your gates. [GOVERNOR and CITIZENS leave the Walls. Come, uncle Exeter, Go you, and enter Harfleur; there remain, [The Gates are opened, the GOVERNOR and CITIZENS come out, and present the Keys.Flourish, &c.-The KING, &c, enter the Town.] SCENE IV. The French Camp. Enter the KING of FRANCE, the DAUPHIN, BURGUNDY, BOURBON, the CONSTABLE of FRANCE, LORDS, CAPTAIN and SOLDIERS. Fr. King. "Tis certain, he hath pass'd the river Const. And if he be not fought withal, my lord, The emptying of our fathers' luxury, Const. Where have they this mettle ? O, for the honour of our land, Let us not hang like roping icicles Upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty people Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields Dau. By faith and honour Our madams mock at us; They bid us, to the English dancing schools, And that we are most lofty runaways. Fr. King. Where is Montjoy, the herald! Speed him hence; Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.- Yet sharper than your swords, hie to the field; Bur. This becomes the great. Sorry am I, his numbers are so few, His soldiers sick, and famish'd in their march; Fr. King. Therefore, lord constable, haste on And let him say to England, that we send Fr. King. Be patient, for you shall remain with us. Now, forth, lord constable, and princes all; [Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.-—Exeunt. SCENE III. The English Camp. Enter GOWER and FLUELLEN. Gow. How now, captain Fluellen ? Came you from the bridge? Flu. I assure you, there is very excellent service committed at the pridge. Gow. Is the duke of Exeter safe? Flu. The duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Agamemnon; and a man that I love and honour with my soul; and my heart, and my duty, and my life, and my livings, and my uttermost powers:-He is not, (Heaven be praised and plessed!) any hurt in the 'orld; but keeps the pridge most valiantly, with excellent discipline. There is an ensign at the pridge. -I think, in my very conscience, he is as valiant as Mark Antony; and he is a man of no estimation in the 'orld; but I did see him do gallant service. Gow. What do you call him; Flu. He is call'd-Ancient Pistol. Enter PISTOL. Flu. Here comes the man. Pist. Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours: The duke of Exeter doth love thee well. Flu. Ay, I praise Heaven; and I have merited some love at his hands. Pist. Bardolph, a soldier, firm and sound of heart, And buxom valour, hath,-by cruel fate, And giddy fortune's furious fickle wheel, That goddess blind, That stands upon the rolling restless stone, Flu. By your patience, ancient Pistol :-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 variation, and mutabilities: and her foot, look you, is fixed upon a spherical stone, which rolls, and rolls, and rolls:-In good truth, the poet is make a most excellent description of Fortune: Fortune, look you, is an excellent moral. Pist. Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him; For he hath stol'n a pix, and hanged must 'a be. A damned death!, E Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free; Pist. Why then, rejoice therefore. Flu. Certainly, Ancient, it is not a thing to rejoice at; for if, look you, he were my brother, I would desire the duke to use his good pleasure, and put him to executions; for disciplines ought to be used. Pist. Die and be damn'd; and figo for thy friendship. Flu. It is well. Pist. The fig of Spain! Flu. Very good. [Exit PISTOL. Gow. Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal; I remember him now; a bawd, a cut-purse. Flu. I'll assure you, 'a utter'd as prave 'ords at the pridge, as you shall see in a summer's day :-But it very well; what he has spoke to me, that is well, I warrant you, when time is serve. is Gow. Why, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue; that now and then goes to the wars, to grace himself, at his return to London, under the form of a soldier. But you must learn to know such slanders of the age, or else you may be marvellously mistook. Flu. I tell you what, captain Gower: I do perceive, he is not the man that he would gladly make show to the 'orld he is: If I find a hole in his coat, 1 will tell him my mind.- [A distant March. Hark you, the king is coming; and I must speak with him from the pridge. [4 March.] Enter KING HENRY, GLOSTER, BEDFORD, WESTMORELAND, CAPTAIN and Soldiers. Flu. Heaven pless your majesty ! |