Gower. How now, captain Mackmorris, have you quitted the mines? have the pioneers given o'er ? Mack. By Chrish law, tifh ill done; the work ifh give Fover, the trumpet found the retreat. By my hand I fwear, and by my father's foul, the work ifh ill done; it ifh give over; I would have blowed up the town, fo Chrifh fave me law, in an hour. O tish ill done, tifh ill done; by my hand, tish ill done. Flu. Captain Mackmorris, I beseech you now, will you vouchsafe me, look you, a few difputations with you, as partly touching or concerning the difciplines of the war, the Roman wars, in the way of argument, look you, and friendly communication; partly to fatisfy my opinion, and partly for the fatisfaction, look you, of my mind, as touching the direction of the military difcipline, that is the point. Famy. It fall be very gud, gud feith, gud captens bath, and I fhall quit you with gud leve, as I may pick occafion; that fall I, marry. Mack. It is no time to discourse, so Chrish fave me: the day is hot, and the weather and the wars, and the King and the Duke; it is not time to discourse, the town is befeech'd; and the trumpet calls us to the breach, and we talk, and by Chrish do nothing, 'tis fhame for us all; fo God fa' me 'tis fhame to stand ftill, it is fhame, by my hand; and there is throats to be cut, and works to be done, and there ish nothing done, so Chrish sa' me law. Jamy. By the mefs, ere theife eyes of mine take themfelves to flomber aile do gud fervice, or aile ligge i' th' ground for it; ay, or go to death; and aile pay it as voloroufly as I may, that fal I furely do, the breff and the long ; marry, I wad full fain heard fome queftion 'tween you tway. Flu. Captain Mackmorris, I think, look you, under your correction, there is not many of your nation Mack. Of my nation? what ifh my nation ? ish a villain, and a baftard, and a knave, and a rascal? what ifh my nation? who talks of my nation? Flu. Look you, if you take the matter otherwise than is meant, captain Mackmorris, peradventure I fhall think you do not ufe me with that affability as in discretion you ought $ 2 to to ufe me, look you, being as good a man as your felf both in the difciplines of wars, and in the derivation of my birth, and in other particularities. Mack. I do not know you fo good a man as my felf, so Chrish fave me, I will cut off your head. Gower. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other. Jamy. Au, that's a foul fault, [A Parley founded. Gower. The town founds a parley. Flu. Captain Mackmorris, when there is more petter opportunity to he requir'd, look you, I'll be fo pold as to tell you I know the difciplines of war, and there's an end. SCENE III. [Exeunt. Enter King Henry and bis Train before the Gates. K. Henry. How yet refolves the governor of the town? This is the latest parle we will admit : Therefore to our best mercy give your felves, Or like to men proud of deftruction Defie us to our worft; as I'm a foldier, I will not leave the half-atchieved Harfleur, The gates of mercy fhall be all fhut up; With confcience wide as hell, mowing like grafs What is't to me, when you your felves are cause, Of hot and forcing violation? What rein can ho d licentious wickedness, When down the hill he holds his fierce career? Τα To come a-fhoar. Therefore, you men of Harfleur, And their most rev'rend heads dasht to the walls; While the mad mothers with their howls confus'd Enter Governor. Gov. Our expectation hath this day an end : K. Henry. Open your gates: come, uncle Exeter, ... are addreft. [Flourish, and enter the Town.* [Flourish, &c. SCENE IV. Enter Catharine and an old Gentlewoman. Cath, Alice, tu as efté en Angeterre, & tu parlois bien la language. Alice Un peu, madame. Cath. Je te prie de m' enfeigner, il faut que j'apprenne a parler. Commen appellez vous la main en Anglois? Alice. La main, il eft appelé, de hand. 3 SCENE IV. The French Court. Enter the King of France, the Dauphin, Duke of Bourbon, the Conftable of France, and others. Fr. King. 'Tis certain he hath pafs'd the river Some. Cath. De hand. Et le doyt? Aie Le doyt, ma foy je oublie le doyt, mais je me fouviendrai le doyt, je penfe qu'ils ont appellé des fingres, ouy de fingres. Cath. La main. de hand; le doit, le fingres. Je pente qui je fuis le bon efcolier J'ay gaigné deux mots d'Anglois vistement, comment appellez vous les ongles! Ae. Les ongles, les appellons de nayles. Cth. De nay es. Efcoutez: dites moy, fi je parle bien : de hand, de fingres. de nayles. Alice. Cit bien dit, madame, il eft fort bön Anglois. Cath. Dites moy en Anglois le bras. Alice. De arme, madame. Cath Et le coude. Are D'elbow. Cath D'elbow: je m'en faitz la repetition de tous les mots que vous m'avies apprins dès a prefent. Alice. Il est trop difficile, madame, comme je pense. Cath. Excufe moy, Alice, efcoute, d' hand, de fingre, de nayles, d'arme, de bilbow Alice. D' eluow, madame. Cath O Seigneur Dieu, je m'en oublie d'elbow; comment appelléz vous le col?. Alice De neck, madame. Cath. De neck; & le menton ? Are. De chin. Cath De fin le co', de neck: le menton, de fin. Alice Ouy auf voftre honneur en verité vous prononciés les mo's auffi dioict, que les natifs d'Angleterre Cath. Je ne doute point d'apprendre par la grace de Dieu, & en peu de temps. Alice. N'avez vous das defia oublié ce que je vous ay enfeigné? Catb. Non je reciteray a vous promptement d' hand, de fingre, de may'es, de arme Alice. De nayles, madame. Cath. De nayles, de arme, de ilbow. Alice. Sauf voftre honneur d' elbow. Cath. Ainfi dis-je d'elbow, de neck, de fin: comment appellé vous les pieds & de robe. Alice. Le foot, madame, & le count. Cath. Le foot, & le count: O Seigneur Dieu! ce font des mots mayais, corruptible & impudique, & non pour les dames d'honneur d'ufer: je ne voudrois prononcer ces mots devant les Seigneurs de France, pour tout le monde! il faut le foot, & le count. neantmoins. Je reciteray un autrefois ma lecon enfemble, d' hand, de fingre, de nayles, d'arme, d'elbow, de neck, de fin, de foot, de count. Alice. Excellent, madame. Guth. C'eft affez pour une fois, allons nous en difner, [Exeunt. Let Let us not live in France; let us quit all, Our Syens, put in wild and favage ftocks, Sprout up fo fuddenly into the clouds, And over-look their grafters ? Bour. Normans, but baftard Normans, Norman bastards Mort de ma vie! if thus they march along Unfought withal, but I will fell my Dukedom, To buy a foggy and a dirty farm In that nook-fhotten Ifle of Albion. Con. Dieu de Batailles ! why, whence have they this mettle ? Is not their climate foggy, raw and dull? On whom, as in defpight, the Sun looks pale, Upon our house-tops, while more frofty people Our Madams mock at us, and plainly fay To new-ftore France with baftard warriors. Bour. They bid as to the English dancing-schools, And teach Lavalta's high and fwift Curranto's ; Saying our grace is only in our heels, And that we are most lofty run-aways." Fr. King. Where is Mountjoy the Herald ? fpeed him hence, Let him greet England with our fharp defiance. You |