This is the latest parle we will admit :
Therefore, to our best mercy give yourselves;
Or, like to men proud of destruction,

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,
Till in her ashes she lie buried.

What say you? Will you yield, and this avoid?
Gov. Our expectation hath this day an end:
The Dauphin, whom of succour we entreated,
Returns us, that his powers are not yet ready
To raise so great a siege. Therefore, dread king,
We yield our town, and lives, to thy soft mercy;
Enter our gates; dispose of us, and ours;
For we no longer are defensible.

K. Hen. Open your gates.

[GOVERNOR and CITIZENS leave the Walls.

Come, uncle Exeter,

Go you, and enter Harfleur; there remain,
And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French:
Use mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle,—~~
The winter coming on, and sickness growing
Upon our soldiers,-we'll retire to Calais.
To-night, in Harfleur will we be your guest;
To-morrow, for the march are we addrest.

[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
Somme.

Const. And if he be not fought withal, my lord,
Let us not live in France; let us quit all,
And give our vineyards to a barbarous people,
Dau. Shall a few sprays of us,—

The emptying of our fathers' luxury,
Our scions, put in wild and savage stock,—
Sprout up so suddenly into the clouds,
And overlook their grafters ?

Const. Where have they this mettle ?
Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull?
On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale,
Killing their fruit with frowns?

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 teach Lavoltas high, and swift Corantos;
Saying, our grace is only in our heels,

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.-
Up, princes; and, with spirit of honour edg'd,

Yet sharper than your swords, hie to the field;
Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land
With pennons painted in the blood of Harfleur:
Go down upon him,-you have power enough,-
And, in a captive chariot, into Rouen
Bring him our prisoner.

Bur. This becomes the great.

Sorry am I, his numbers are so few,

His soldiers sick, and famish'd in their march;
For, I am sure, when he shall see our army,
He'll drop his heart into the sink of fear,
And, for achievement, offer us his ransom.

Fr. King. Therefore, lord constable, haste on
Montjoy;

And let him say to England, that we send
To know what willing ransom he will give.—
Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Rouen.
Dau. Not so, I do beseech your majesty.

Fr. King. Be patient, for you shall remain with

us.

Now, forth, lord constable, and princes all;
And quickly bring us word of England's fall.

[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.
Gow. I know him not.

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!,

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Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free;
And let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut
With edge of penny-cord, and vile reproach:
Speak, captain, for his life, and I will thee requite.
Flu. Ancient Pistol, I do partly understand your
meaning.

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.

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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 !