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That fhall be fwallow'd in this controverfie.
This is his claim, his threatning, and my message
Unless the Dauphin be in presence here,

To whom exprefly 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 England.

Dau. For the Dauphin,

I ftand here for him; what to him from England?
Exe, Scorn and defiance, flight regard, contempt,
And any thing that may not mif-become
The mighty fender, doth he prize you at.
Thus fays my King; and if your father's Highness
Do not in grant of all demands at large,
Sweeten the bitter mock you fent his Majefty;
He'll call you to fo hot an answer for it,
That caves and womby vaultages of France
Shall chide your trefpafs, and return your mock
In fecond accent to his ordinance.

Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply,
It is against my will; for I defire

Nothing but odds with England; to that end,
As matching to his youth and vanity,

I did present 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 promise of his greener days
And these he mafters now; now he weighs time
Even to the utmoft grain, which you shall read
In your own loffes, if he ftay in France.

Fr. King. To-morrow you shall know our mind at full.

[Flourish.

Exe. Difpatch us with all speed, left that our King

Come here himself to question our delay;

For he is footed in this land already.

Fr.King. You fhall be foon difpatch'd with fair conditions:

A night is but fmali breath, and little pause,

To answer matters of this confequence.

[Exeunt.

Enter

Enter Chorus.

Cho. Thus with imagin'd wing our fwift fcene flies,
In motion of no lefs celerity

Than that of thought. Suppofe that you have seen
The well-appointed King at Hampton Peer
Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet
With filken ftreamers the young Phoebus fanning.
Play with your fancies; and in them behold
Upon the hempen tackle fhip-boys climbing,
Hear the fhrill whiftle which doth order give"
To founds confus'd; behold the threaden fails,
Born with th' invifible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms thro' the furrow'd fea,
Breafting the lofty furge. O, do but think
You ftand upon the rivage, and behold
A city on th' inconftant billows dancing;
For fo appears this fleet majeftical,
Holding due courfe to Harfleur, Follow, follow.
Grapple your minds to fternage of this navy,
And leave your England, as dead midnight still,
Guarded with grandfires, babies and old women,
Or paft 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

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With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.'
Suppose th' ambaffador from France come back
Tells Harry, that the King doth offer him
Catbarine his daughter, and with her to dowry
Some petty and unprofitable Dukedoms :
The offer likes not; and the nimble gunner
With lynftock now the devilish cannon touches,
And down goes all before him. Still be kind,
And eke out our performance with your mind.

[Exit.

ACT

ACT III. SCENE I

FRANCE. Alarm, and Cannon go off

Enter King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, and Gloucefter; Soldiers with fcaling-ladders as before Harfleur.

K. Henry. O

ŃCE more unto the breach, dear friends,

once more;

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

But when the blaft 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-favour'd rage 3
Then lend the eye a terrible afpect;

Let it pry through the portage of the head
Like the brafs cannon, let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock

O'er-hang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wafteful ocean,

Now fet the teeth, and stretch the noftril wide,
Hold hard the breath, and bend up every (pirit
To his full height. Now on, you noblest English,
Whofe blood is fetch'd from fathers of war-proof;
Fathers, that, like fo many Alexanders,

Have in thefe parts from morn 'till even fought,
And fheath'd their fwords for lack of argument s
Dishonour not your mothers; now atteft,
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of groffer blood,

And teach them how to war; and you, good yeomen,
Whofe limbs were made in England, fhew us here
The mettle of your pafture: let us fwear

That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not s
For there is none of you fo mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes;

1 fee you ftand like Greyhounds on the flips,

This whole at (and alfo the rest of the play) very much en larged and improved by the author fince the editions of 1600, and

Straining

Straining upon the start. The game's a-foot:
Follow your fpirit; and upon this charge,
Cry, God for Harry, England, and St. George.
[Exeunt King and Train. Alarm, and Cannon go off.

SCENE II.

Enter Nym, Bardolph, Piftol, and Boy.

Bard. On, on, on, on, on, to the breach, to the breach. Nym. 'Pray thee, Corporal, ftay, 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.,

Pift. The plain fong is most juft; for humours do abound: Knocks go and come: God's vaffals drop and die;

And fword and shield, in bloody field, doth win immortal fame.

Boy. Wou'd I were in an ale-house in London, I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. Pift. And I; if wifhes would prevail,

I wou'd not ftay, but thither would I hye.
Enter Fluellen.

Flu. Up to the preach, you dogs; avaunt you cullions! Pift. Be merciful, great Duke, to men of mould, Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage;

Good bawcock, bate thy rage, ufe lenity, fweet chuck. Nym. These be good humours; your honour wins bad humours. [Exeunt.

Boy. As young as I am, I have obferv'd thefe three fwashers. I am boy to them all three; but all the three, though they would ferve me, could not be man to me; for indeed three fuch anticks do not amount to a man. For Bardolph, he is white liver'd and red fac'd, by the means whereof he faces it out, but fights not. For Pistol, he bath a killing tongue and a quiet fword; by the means whereof he breaks words, and keeps whole weapons. For Nym, he hath heard that men of few words are the beft men, and therefore he fcorns to fay his prayers, left he fhould be thought a coward; but his few bad words are match'd with as few good deeds, for he never broke any man's head but his own, and that was against a poft when he was drunk. They will fteal any thing and call it purchafe, Bardolph ftole a lute-cafe, bore it twelve leagues, VOL. V.

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and fold it for three half-pence. Nym and Bardolph are fworn brothers in filching; and in Calais they ftole a firehovel... I knew by that piece of fervice, the men would carry coals. They would have me as familiar with mens pockets as their gloves or their hand-kerchers, which makes much against my manhood; for if I would take from another's pocket to put into mine, it is plain pocketting up of wrongs. I must leave them, and feek fome better fervice; their villainy goes against my weak stomach, and therefore I muft caft it up. [Exit Boy.

Enter Gower, and Fluellen. I Gozer. Captain Fluellen, you must come prefently to the mines; the Duke of Gloucester would speak with you.

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Flu. To the mines? tell you the Duke it is not fo goot to come to the mines; for look you the mines are not açcording to the difcipline of the war; the concavities of it is not fufficient; for look you, th' athverfary (you may difcufs unto the Duke, look you) is dig'd himself four yards under the countermines; by Chefbu, I think a' will plow up all, if there is not petter directions.

Gower. The Duke of Gloucester, to whom the order of the fiege is given, is altogether directed by an Irish man, a very valiant gentleman i'faith.

Flu. It is captain Mackmorris, is it not?

Gower, I think it be.. T

Flu. By Chefbu, he is an Afs, as in the orld; I will verifie 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 Mackmorris, and Captain Jamy.

Gower. Here he comes, and the Scots captain, captain Jamy with him.

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Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous valorous gentleman, that is certain, and of great expedition and knowledge in the ancient wars, upon my particular knowledge of his directions; by Chefbu, he will maintain his argument as well as any military man in the orld, in the difciplines of the pri tine wars of the Romans.

Jamy, I fay gudday, captain Fluellen.

Fla. Gedden to your worthip, good captain James.

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