Moft spend their mouths, when what they feem to For hufbands, fathers, and betrothed lovers,

Fr. King. From our brother England?
Exe. From him; and thus he greets your ma-
He wills you, in the name of God Almighty,
That you diveft yourfelf, and lay apart
The borrow'd glories, that, by gift of heaven,
By law of nature, and of nations, 'long
To him and to his heirs; namely, the crown,
And all wide-ftretched honours that pertain
By cuftom, and the ordinance of times,

That fhall be fwallow'd in this controversy.
This is his claim, his threatning, and my message;
Unless the Dauphin be in prefence here,
To whom exprefsly I bring greeting too.

Fr. King. For us, we will confider of this
further:

|To-morrow fhall you bear our full intent
Back to our brother of England.

Dau. For the Dauphin,

Iftand here for him; What to him from England?
E.ce. Scorn, and defiance; flight regard, contempt,
And any thing that may not mifbecome
The mighty fender, doth he prize you at
Thus fays my king: and, if your father's highnefs
Do not, in grant of all demands at large,
Sweeten the bitter mock you fent his majesty,

Unto the crown of France. That you may know, He'll call you to fo hot an answer for it,
'Tis no finifter, nor no aukward claim,

That caves and womby vaultages of France

2

Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanifh'd days, Shall chide your treipafs, and return your mock

Nor from the duft of old oblivion rak'd,
He fends you this most memorable line 2,
In every branch truly demonftrative;

In fecond accent of his ordinance.

Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply,

It is againft my will: for I defire

[Gives the French King a paper. Nothing but odds with England; to that end,

Willing you, overlook this pedigree :
And, when you find him evenly deriv'd
From his most fam'd of famous anceítors,
Edward the third, he bids you then refign
Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held
From him the native and true challenger.
Fr. King. Or elfe what follows?

Exe. Bloody conftraint; for if you hide the

crown

Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it :
And therefore in fierce tempeft is he coming,
In thunder, and in earthquake, like a Jove,
That, if requiring fail, he will compel.
He bids you, in the bowels of the Lord,
Deliver up the crown: and to take mercy
On the poor fouls, for whom this hungry war
Opens his vafty jaws: and on your head
Turns he the widows' tears, the orphans' cries,
The dead men's blood, the pining maidens' groans,

As matching to his youth and vanity,

I did prefent him with thofe Paris balls.

Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it,
Were it the miftrefs court of mighty Europe:
And, be affur'd, you'll find a difference

As we, his fubjects, have in wonder found)
Between the promife of his greener days,
And thefe he mafters 3 now; now he weighs time,
Even to the utmoft grain; which you shall read
In your own loifes, if he ftay in France.

Fr. King. To-morrow you fhall know our mind
at full.
[Flourish.
Exe. Difpatch us with all fpeed, left that our
king

Come here himfelf to question our delay;
For he is footed in this land already. [conditions:
Fr. King. You fhall be foon difpatch'd, with fair
A night is but fmail breath, and little paufe,
To aniwer matters of this confequence. [Excunt.

Chor.

Enter Cherus.

ACT III.

To founds confus'd: behold the threaden fails,

HUS with imagin'd wing our fwift Borne with the invifible and creeping wind,

TH

fcene flies,

In motion of no lefs celerity

Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd fea,
Breafting the lofty furge: O, do but think,

Than that of thought. Suppofe, that you have feen You ftand upon the rivage 4, and behold
The well-appointed king at Hampton pier
Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet
With filken ftreamers the young Phœbus fanning.
Play with your fancies; and in them behold,
Upon the hempen tackle, thip-boys climbing:
Hear the thrill whistle, which doth order give

* i. e. bark.

A city on the inconítant billows dancing;
For fo appears this fleet majestical,
Holding due courfe to Harfleur. Follow, follow !
Grapple your minds to iternage 5 of this navy;
And leave your England, as dead midnight, still,
Guarded with grandfires, babies, and old women,

Meaning, this genealogy; this deduction of his lineage, refound, to echo. 3 The quartos 1600 and 1608, read masters. The bank or thore. minds follow clofe after the navy.

2 To chide is to 5 i. e. Let your

Or past, or not arriv'd to, pith and puiffance:
For who is he, whofe chin is but enrich'd
With one appearing hair, that will not follow
Thefe cull'd and choice-drawn cavaliers to France?
Work, work, your thoughts, and therein fee a fiege;
Behold the ordnance on their carriages,
With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.
Suppofe, the ambassador from the French comes
back;

Tells Harry-that the king doth offer hin
Katharine his daughter; and with her, to dowry,
Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms.
The offer likes not: and the nimble gunner
With Inflock now the devilith cannon touches,

Follow your fpirit: and, upon this charge,
Cry-God for Harry! England! and faint George!
[Exeunt King and train,
[Alarum, and chambers go off.
SCENE 11.

Enter Nym, Bardolph, Pifol, and Boy.
Bard. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the
breach!

Nym. Pray thee, corporal 5, stay; 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.

6

Pil. The plain-fong is most juft: for humours do abound;

[Alarum; and chambers go off Knocks go and come; God's vaffals drop and die;

And down goes all before him. Still be kind,
And eke out our performance with your mind.

[Exit.

Enter King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, Glofter, and

Soldiers, with Scaling Ladders.

K. Hem v. Once more unto the breach, dear

friends, once more :

Or close the wall up with the English dead!
In peace, there's nothing fo becomes a man,
As modeft ftillness, and humility:

But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tyger;
Stiffen the finews, fummon up the blood,
Difguife fair nature with hard-favoured rage:
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect ;

And fword and thield,

In bloody field,

Doth win immortal fame.

Boy. 'Would I were in an ale-house in London!

I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and fafety.

Flu. 'Splood-Up to the preaches, you raf cals! will you not up to the preaches ?

Pift. Be merciful, great duke, to men of mould 7 ! Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage! [chuck! Good bawcock, bate thy rage! ute lenity, fweet Nym. Thefe be good humours!—your honour wins bad humours.

[Exeunt.

Let it pry through the portage 2 of the head,
Like the brafs cannon, let the brow o'erwhelm it, Boy. As young as I am, I have obferv'd thefe
As fearfully, as doth a galled rock
three fwafhers. I am boy to them all three: but
O'er-hang and jutty his confounded 3 bafe,
all they three, though they would ferve me, could
Swill'd with the wild and wafteful ocean.
not be man to me for, indeed, three fuch anticks
Now fet the teeth, and ftretch the nottril wide; do not amount to a man. For Bardolph, he is
Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit white-liver'd, and red-fac'd; by the means where-
To his full height !-On, on, you nobleft English, of, 'a faces it out, but fights not. For Piftol,-
Whofe blood is fet from fathers of war-proof! he hath a killing tongue, and a quiet fword; by
Fathers, that, like fo many Alexanders,
the means whereof a breaks words, and keeps
Have, in thefe parts, from morn 'till even fought, whole weapons. For Nym, he hath heard, that
And theath'd their fwords for lack of argument 4. men of few words are the bett men; and there-
Difhonour not your mothers; now attest,
fore he fcorns to fay his prayers, left a fhould be
That thofe, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you thought a coward: but his few bad words are
Be copy now to men of groffer blood, [yeomen, match'd with as few good deeds; for 'a never
And teach them how to war!--And you, good broke any man's head but his own; and that was
Whofe limbs were made in England, fhew us here against a poft, when he was drunk. They will
The mettle of your pafture; let us fwear [not; fteal any thing, and call it-purchase. Eardolph
That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt ftole a lute-cafe; bore it twelve leagues, and fold
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble luftre in your eyes.
I fee you stand like greyhounds in the flips,
Straining upon the ftart. The game's afoot ¦

!

it for three-halfpence. Nym and Bardolph are fworn brothers in filching; and in Calais they ftole a fire-fhovel: I knew, by that piece of fervice, the men would carry coals. They would have

Portage, open space, from

* The staff to which the match is fixed when ordnance is fired. port, a gate. The meaning is, let the eye appear in the head as cannon through the battlements, or embrafures, of a fortification. 3 i. e. his worn or wafted base. 4 i. e. matter, or subject.

fhould read lieutenant.

7 i. e. to men of earth.

3 We

6 i. e. a fet of lives, of which, when one is worn out, another may ferve. 8 That is, bruveft. 9 In Shakspeare's age, to carry coals, implied, to en

dure affronts.

me as familiar with men's pockets, as their gloves me: the day is hot, and the weather, and the or their handkerchiefs: which makes much against wars, and the king, and the dukes; it is no time my manhood, if I fhould take from another's to difcourfe. The town is befeech'd, and the pocket, to put into mine; for it is plain pocketing trumpet calls us to the breach; and we talk, and, up of wrongs. 1 muft leave them, and feek fome by Chrith, do nothing; 'tis fhame for us all: fo better service: their villainy goes against my weak God fa' me, 'tis fh me to ftand ftill; it is shame, tomach, and therefore I muft caft it up. [Exit Boy. by my hand: and there is throats to be cut, and Re-cuter Flu ilen, Gower following. works to be done; and there ish nothing done, fo Gower. Captain Fluellen, you muit come pre-Chrith fa' me, la. fently to the mines: the duke of Glofter would speak with you.

Jamy. By the mefs, ere theife eyes of mine take themfelves to flumber, ale do gud fervice, or aile Fla. To the mines! Tell you the duke, it is not ligge i' the grund for it; ay, or go to death; and fo good to come to the mines: for, look you, the aile pay it as valoroufly as I may, that fal I furely mines are not according to the difciplines of the do, that is the breft and the long: Marry, I wad war; the concavities of it is not fufficient; for, full fan heard fome queftion 'tween you tway. look you, th' athverfary (you may difcuts unto the duke, look you) is digt himfelf four yards under 'der your correction, there is not many of your the countermines; by Chethu, I think, 'a will nation--plow up all, if there is not petter directions.

Gower. The duke of Glofter, to whom the order of the fiege is given, is altogether directed by an Irithman; a very valiant gentleman, i' faith.

Flu. It is captain Macmorris, is it not?
Gower. I think, it be.

Fl. Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, un

Mac. Of my nation? What ifh my nation? ish a villain, and a baitad, and a knave, and a rafcal? What ifh my nation Who talks of my nation?

Flu. Look you, if you take the matter otherwife than is meant, captain Macmorris, peradventure, I thall think you do not ufe me with that affability, Ias in difcretion you ought to ufe me, look you; being as goot a man as yourself, both in the difciplines of wars, and in the derivation of my birth, and in other particularities.

Flu. By Chethu, he is an afs, as in the 'ork: 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 Macmorris, and Captain Jamy.
Gower. Here 'a comes; and the Scots captain,
Captain Jamy, with him.

Mac. I do not know you fo good a man as my-
felf: fo Chrifh fave me, I will cut off your head.
Gover. Gentlemen, both, you will mittake each
Jother.

Jany. Au! that's a foul fault. [Aparly found. 2.
Geor. The town founds a parley.

Fla. Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous gentleman, that is certain and of great expedition, and know ledge, in the ancient wars, upon my par Flu. Captain Macmorris, when there is more ticular knowledge of his directions: by Chefhu, petter opportunity to be requir'd, look you, I will he will maintain his argument as well as any mi-be fo bold as to tell you, I know the difciplines of litary man in the 'orld, in the difciplines of the war; and there's an end. priftine wars of the Romans.

SCENE

III.

Before the Gates of Hayfur.
Enter King Henry and bis Train.

K. Hory How yet refolves the governor of the

town?

Jamy. I fay, gude-day, captain Fluellen. Fa. God-den to your worthip, goot captain Jamy, Gower. How now, captain Macmorris? have you quit the mines have the pioneers given o'er? Marc. By Chrish la, tih i done: the work ih give over, the trumpet found the retreat. By my hand, I swear, and by my father's foul, the work ith ill done; it ifh give over: I would have blowed up the town, fo Chrish save me, la, in an hour. O tifh Defy us to our worft: for, as I am a foldier, ill done, tifh ill done; by my hand, tifh ill done !(A name, that, in my thoughts, becomes me beft) Flu. Captain Macmorris, I pefeech you now, If I begin the battery once again,

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

The gates of mercy fhall be all fhut up;

will you voutfafe me, look you, a few difpu- I will not leave the half-atchiev'd Harfleur,
tations with you, as partly touching or con-Till in her afhes the lie buried.
cerning the difciplines of the war, the Roman
wars, in the way of argument, look you, and
friendly communication; partly, to fatisfy my opi-
nion, and partly, for the fatisfaction, look you, of
my mind, as touching the direction of the military
difcipline that is the point.

Jamy. It fall be very gud, gud feith, gud cap-
tains bath: and I fall quit 2 you with gud leve, as 1
pay pick occafion; that fall 1, marry.
Mat. It is no time to discourse, fo Chrish fave|

That is, he wie blow up all.

And the fleth'd foldier,—rough and hard of heart,—-
In liberty of bloody hand, fhall range
With confcience wide as hell; mowing like grafs
Your fresh fair virgins, and your flowering infants.
What is it then to me, if impious war,--
Array'd in flames, like to the prince of fiends,--
Do, with his fmirch'd complexion, all fell feats
Enlink'd to watte and defolation ?
What is't to me, when you yourselves are cause,

That is, I hall requite you, anfwer you.

If your pure maidens full into the hand
Of hot and forcing violation?

What rein can hold licentious wickednefs,
When down the hill he holds his fierce career?
We may as bootlefs fpend our vain command
Upon the enraged foldiers in their spoil,
As fend precepts to the Leviathan

To come afhore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur,
Take pity of your town, and of your people,
Whiles yet my foldiers are in my command;
Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace
O'er-blows the filthy and contagious clouds
Of heady murder, fpoil, and villainy.
If not, why, in a moment, look to fee
The blind and bloody foldier with foul hand
Defile the locks of your thrill-fhrieking daughters;
Your fathers taken by the filver beards,
And their moft reverend heads dafh'd to the walls;
Your naked infants fpitted upon pikes ;
Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confus'd
Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry
At Herod's bloody-hunting flaughtermen.
What fay you? will you yield, and this avoid?
Or, guilty in defence, be thus deftroy'd?

Enter Governor, upon the Walls.
Gov. Our expectation hath this day an end:
The Dauphin, whom of fuccour we entreated,
Returns us-that his powers are not yet ready
To raife fo great a fiege. Therefore, dread king,
We yield our town, and lives, to thy foft mercy;
Enter our gates; difpofe of us, and ours;
For we no longer are defenfible.

K. Henry, Open your gates.-Come, uncle Exeter,
Go you and enter Harfleur; there remain,
And fortry it strongly 'gainft the French:
Ufe mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle,-
The winter coming on, and fickness growing
Upon our foldiers, we'll retire to Calais.
To-night in Harfleur will we be your gucft;
To-morrow for the march are we addreft 2.
[Flourish, and enter the town.

Alice. Un madime. pius

Kath. Je le pie, m'eefeignes; il faut que j'apprenne à parler. Comment appellez vous la main, en Anglois ?

Alice. La main? elle eft appelle, de hand.
Kath. De hand. Et les doigts?

Alice. Les doigts may foy, je oublie les doigts; mais je me fouviendray. Les doigts? je penfe, qu'ils font appellé de fingres; ouy, de fingers; cui de fingers.

Kath. La main, de hand; les doigts, de fingres. Je penfe, que je fuis le bon efcolier. Fay gagne deux mots d'Angluis viflement. Comment appellez vous les orgies?

Alice. Les ongles ? les appellons, de noils. Kath. De nails. Ffcoutez: dites moy, Ji je parle bien: de hand, de fingres, de nails.

To over low is to drive away, or to keep off. means fugt. 41. c. uncultivated, or wild

Alice. C'est bien dit, madame; il eft fort bon Anglais,
Kath. Dites moy en Anglois, le bras.
Alice. De arm, madame.

Kath. Et le coude.

Alice. De elbow.

Kath. De elbow. Je m'en faitz la repetition de tous les mots, que vous m'avez appris d sà prefent. Alice. I el trep difficile, madams, comme je penja. Kath. Excufex moy, Alice; efcoates: De hand, de fingre, de nails, de arm, de bilbow. Alice. De elbow, madame.

Kath. O Seigneur Dieu' je m'en oublie; De elbow. Comment appellez vous le col ?

Alice. De neck, madame.

Kath. De neck: Et le menton?
Alice. De chin.

Kath. De fin. Le col, de neck: le menton, de fin. Alice. Ouy. Sauf vostre bonneur; en verité, vous prononces les mots aufi droit que les natifs d'in gleterre.

Kath. Je ne doute point d'apprendre par la grace de Dieu; & en peu de temps.

Alice. N'avez vous pas deja oublié ce que je vous ay enfeignée?

Kath. Non, je reciteray à vous promptement. De hand, de fingre, de mails.

Alice. De nails, madame.

Kath. De nails, de arme, de ilbow.

Alice. Sauf voftre honneur, de elbow.
Kath. in dis je; de elbow, de neck, et de fin:
Comment appellez vous les pieds & la robe?

Alice. De foot, madame; & de con.

Kath. De foot, & de con0 Seigneur Dieu' ces font mots de fon mauvais, corruptible, groff, et impudique, & non pour les dames d'honneur d'afer: Je ne voudrois prononcer ces mots devant les feigneurs de France, pour tout le monde. Il faut de foot, & de con, neant-moins. Je reciterai une autre e fois ma leca enfemble: De hand, de fingre, de nails, de arm, de elbow, de neck, de fin, de foot, de con. Alice. Excellent, madame!

Kath. C'eft affez pour une fois; allons nous à difner. [Exeunt.

2 i. e. prepared. 3 In this place, as in others, luxury

[mettle? Now, forth, lord constable, and princes all; Con. Dieu de batailles! where have they this And quickly bring us word of England's fall.

Gow. How now, captain Fluellen? come you from the bridge?

Flu. I affure you, there is very excellent fervice 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 foul, and my heart, and my duty, and my life, and my livings, and my uttermoft powers: he is not (Got be praited and pletfed!) any hurt in the 'orld; but keeps the pridge moft valiantly,

to the English dancing-with excellent difcipline. There is an ancient

Fr. King. Therefore, lord conftable, hafte on Damn'd death!
Montjoy;

And let him fay to England, that we fend
To know what willing rantom he will give.-
Prince Deu hin, you shall ftay with us in Roan.
Da. Not fo, I do befeech your majesty.
Fr. King. Be patient, for you fhall remain with

S'o ten gnifies any thing projected: fo neok-fhetten ifle is an ifle that fhoots out into capes, promontories, and necks of land, the very gure of Great-Britain. 2 i. e. over-ridden horfes

3 Hanmer obferves, that in this dance there was much turning and much capering.
annoual were fmall tags, on which the arms, device, and motto of a knight were painted. Pennon
means the fame as pendant. sį. e, valour under good command, obedient to its fuperiors.

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