Con. Nor will do none to morrow: he will keep that good name still.. Orl. I know him to be valiant. Con. I was told that, by one that knows him better than you. Orl. What's he? Con. Marry, he told me fo himself; and he faid, he car'd not who knew it. Orl. He needs not, it is no hidden virtue in him. Con. By my faith, Sir, but it is; never any body faw it, but his lacquey; 'tis a hooded valour, and when it appears, it will bate. Orl. Ill will never faid well. Con. I will cap that proverb with, There is flattery in friendship. Orl. And I will take up that with, Give the Devil his due. Con. Well plac'd; there ftands your friend for the devil; have at the very eye of that proverb with, Apox of the devil! Orl. You are the better at proverbs, by how much a fool's bolt is foon foot. Con. You have fhot over. Orl. 'Tis not the first time you were over-fhot. Enter a Meffenger. Meff. My Lord high Constable, the English lye within fifteen hundred paces of your tents. Con. Who hath measur'd the ground? Me. The lord Grandpree. Con. A valiant and moft expert gentleman Would it were day! Alas, poor Harry of England! he longs not for the dawning as we do. Orl. What a wretched and peevish fellow is this King of England, to mope with his fat-brain'd followers fo far out of his knowledge? Con If the English had any apprehenfion, they would run away. Orl. That they lack; for if their heads had any inVOL. IV. P tellectual tellectual armour, they could never wear fuch heavy head-pieces. Ram. That Ifland of England breeds very valiant creatures; their maftiffs are of unmatchable courage. Orl. Foolish curs, that run winking into the mouth of a Ruffian Bear, and have their heads crush'd like rotten apples. You may as well fay, that's a valiant Flea, that dares eat his breakfaft on the lip of a Lion. Con. Juft, juft; and the men do fympathize with the maftiffs in robuftious and rough coming on, leaving their wits with their wives; and then give them great meals of beef, and iron and fteel, they will eat like wolves, and fight like devils. Orl. Ay; but thefe English are fhreudly out of beef. Con. Then fhall we find to morrow, they have only ftomachs to eat, and none to fight. Now is it time to arm; come, fhall we about it ? Orl. 'Tis two o'clock; but (let me fee) by ten, We fhall have each a hundred Englishmen. Enter Chorus. Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, [Exeunt. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, That the fixt centinels almoft receive The fecret whispers of each other's watch. Fire anfwers fire; and through their paly flames The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll; And And chide the cripple tardy-gated night, Sit patiently, and inly ruminate The morning's danger: and their gefture fad, So many horrid ghofts. Who now beholds His lib'ral eye doth give to ev'ry one, A little touch of Harry in the night. (19) Fear; that mean and gentle all Behold, (as may, &c.] As this ftood, it was a moft perplex'd and nonfenfical Paffage and could not be intelligible, but as I have corrected it. The Poet, firft, expatiates on the real InAuence that Harry's Eye had on his Camp: and then addreffing himself to every Degree of his Audience, he tells them; he'll fhew (as well as his unworthy Pen and Powers can describe it) a little Touch, or Sketch of this Hero in the Night: a faint Refemblance of that Chearfulness and Refolution which this brave Prince express'd in himself, and inspired in his Followers. Where, O for pity! we fhall much disgrace, SCENE, the English Camp, at Agincourt, Enter King Henry, Bedford and Gloucester.. G King HENRY. Lou'fter, 'tis true, that we are in great danger; For our bad neighbour makes us early ftirrers; Enter Erpingham. 1 Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham: Erping. Not fo, my Liege; this lodging likes me better; Since I may fay, now lye I like a King. K. Henry. 'Tis good for men to love their prefent pain Upon example; fo the fpirit is eafed : And when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt, Break Break up their drowfie grave, and newly move Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas: brothers both, Erping. Shall I attend your grace? And then I would no other company. Erping. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry F [Exeunt. K. Henry. God-a-mercy, old heart, thou fpeak'it chearfully. Pift. Qui va là? K. Henry. A friend. Enter Pistol. Pift. Difcufs unto me, art thou officer, Or art thou base, common and popular? ་ K. Henry. I am a gentleman of a company. K. Henry. Even fo: what are you? Pift. As good a gentleman as the Emperor. K. Henry. Then you are a better than the King." Pift. The King's a bawcock, and a heart of gold, A lad of life, an imp of fame, Of parents good, of fift most valiant : I kifs his dirty fhoe, and from my heart-ftring Pift. Le Roy! a Cornish name: art thou of Cornists crew? K. Henry. No, I am a Welshman. Pift. Know'st thou Fluellen? K. Henry. Yes. Pift. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate, Upon St. David's day. |