Opens his vasty jaws and on your head For husbands, fathers, and betrothed lovers, sage; Unless the Dauphin be in presence here, further: To-morrow shall you bear our full intent Dau. For the Dauphin, I stand here for him; What to him from Eng land? Exe. Scorn, and defiance; slight regard, con- And any thing that may not misbecome Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply, Nothing but odds with England; to that end, Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake Were it the mistress court of mighty Europe: And, be assur'd, you'll find a difference, (As we, his subjects, have in wonder found,) Between the promise of his greener days, And these he masters now; now he weighs time, Even to the utmost grain; which you shall read In your own losses, if he stay in France. Fr. King. To-morrow shall you know our mind at full. Exe. Despatch us with all speed, lest that our King Come here himself to question our delay; Fr. King. You shall be soon despatch'd, with fair conditions: A night is but small breath, and little pause, To answer matters of this consequence. [Exeunt. ACT III. Enter CHORUS. Cho. Thus with imagin'd wing our swift scene flies, In motion of no less celerity Than that of thought. Suppose, that you have seen. Breasting the lofty surge: 0, do but think, Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow! Work, work, your thoughts, and therein see a siege: Behold the ordnance on their carriages, With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur, Suppose, the ambassador from the French comes back; Tells Harry - that the King doth offer him SCENE I. The same. Before Harfleur, Alarums. Enter King HENRY, EXETER, BedFORD, GLOSTER, and Soldiers, with scaling ladders. K. Hen. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, To his full height! Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof! That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, yeomen, And you, good Whose limbs were made in England, show us here For there is none of you so mean and base, Cry God for Harry! England! and saint George! [Exeunt. Alarum, and chambers go off. SCENE II. The same. Forces pass over; then enter NYM, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, and Boy. Bard. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the breach! Nym. 'Pray the, corporal, stay; the knocks are too hot; and, for mine own part, I have not a case of lives: the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain-song of it. Pist. The plain-song is most just; for humours do abound; Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop and die; And sword and shield, In bloody field, Doth win immortal fame. Boy. 'Would I were in an alehouse in London! I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety. 'Pist. And I: If wishes would prevail with me, My purpose should not fail with me, But thither would I hie. Boy. As duly, but not as truly, as bird doth sing on bough. Enter FLUELLEN. Flu, Got's plood! Up to the preaches, you rascals! will you not up to the preaches? [Driving them forward. |