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Sweeten the bitter mock you fent his Majefty;
He'll call you to so hot an answer for it,
That caves and womby vaultages of France
* Shall chide your trespass, and return your
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 those Paris balls.

mock

Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it,
Were it the mistress court of mighty Europe:
And, be affur'd, you'll find a difference,
(As we his fubjects have in wonder found,)
Between the promifs of his greener days,
And these he masters now; now he weighs time
Even to the utmoft grain, which you shall read
In your own loffes, if he stay 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 queftion 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 small breath, and little paufe,
To answer matters of this confequence.

†A CT III.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.

Enter CHORUS.

Chorus.

T
THE

HUS with imagin'd wing our swift scene flies,

+ Shall hide your trefpafs,-] Mr. Pope rightly corrected it, Shall

chide

*A& III. SCENE I.] This whole A&t (and all the Rest of the Play) very much enlarged and improved by the Author, fince the Editions of 1600, and 1608.

Mr. Pope.

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 Phabus fanning.
Play with your fancies; and in them behold,
Upon the hempen tackle, fhip-boys climbing;
Hear the fhrill whittle, which doth order give
To founds confus'd; behold the threaden fails,
Borne with th' invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through 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 course to Harfleur. Follow, Follow.
Grapple your minds to fternage of this navy,
And leave your England, as dead midnight ftill,
Guarded with grandfires, babies and old women;
Or paft, or not arriv'd, to pith and puissance:
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 fce a fiege;
'Behold the ordnance on their carriages

With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.
Suppofe, th' ambaffador from France comes back;
Tells Harry, that the King doth offer him
Catharine 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,
[Alarm, and Cannon go off.
And down goes all before him. Still be kind,
And eke out our performance with your mind.

[Exit.

SCENE

SCENE II.

Before HARFLEUR.

Enter King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, and Gloucefter; Soldiers, with fealing ladders.

K. Henry. O

NCE more unto the breach, dear
friends, once more ;

Or close the wall up with the English dead.
In peace, there's nothing so 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,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let it pry thro' the portage of the head,
Like the brass 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 wild and wafteful ocean.
Now fet the teeth, and ftretch the noftril wide;
Hold hard the breath, and bend up every fpirit
To his full height. Now on, you nobleft English,
Whofe blood is fetcht from fathers of war-proof;
Fathers, that, like fo many Alexanders,

Have in these parts from morn till even fought,
And fheath'd their fwords for lack of argument.
Dishonour not your mothers; now atteft,

That thofe, 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,
Whole 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:
For there is none of you fo mean and base,
That bath not noble luftre in your eyes ;

I fee you ftand like Greyhounds in the flips,
Straining upon the ftart. The game's a-foot:
Follow your fpirit; and, upon this charge,
Cry, God for Harry! England! and St. George!

Bard.

[Exeunt King, and Train. [Alarm, and Cannon go off.

SCENE III.

Enter Nim, Bardolph, Piftol, and Boy.

N, on, on, on, on, to the breach, to the breach.

ON,

Nim. '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 moft juft; for humours do abound:

Knocks go and come: God's vaffals drop and die: And sword and fhield, in bloody field, doth win immortal fame.

Boy. Wou'd I were in an ale-houfe in London, I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and fafety.

Pift. And I; if wishes would prevail,

I wou'd not stay, but thither would I hye.

Enter Fluellen.

Flu. Up to the breach, 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, sweet chuck. Nim. These be good humours; your honour wins bad humours..

[Exeunt.

Boy. As young as I am, I have obferved thefe three fwashers. I am boy to them all three; but all they three, though they would serve me, could not be man

to

to me; for, indeed, three fuch Antics do not amount to a man. For Bardolph, he is white-liver'd and redfac'd; by the means whereof he faces it out, but fights not. For Pistol, he hath a killing tongue, and a quiet fword; by the means whereof he breaks words, and keeps whole weapons. For Nim, he hath heard, that men of few words are the best men; and therefore he scorns to say his prayers, left he should 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 post when he was drunk. They will fteal any thing, and call it purchase. Bardolph ftole a lute-cafe, bore it twelve leagues, and fold it for three half-pence. Nim 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 me as familiar with men's pockets, as their gloves or their handkerchers; 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 service; their villany goes againft my weak ftomach, and therefore I must caft it [Exit Boy.

up.

Enter Gower, and Fluellen.

Gower. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines; the Duke of Gloucester would speak with you.

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

Gower. The Duke of Gloucefter, to whom the order
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