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The sad-ey'd justice with his surly hum,
Delivering o'er to executors pale
The lazy yawning drone. I this infer,
That many things, having full reference
To one consent, may work contrariously:
As many arrows, loosed several ways,
Come to one mark: as many ways meet in one town ;

fresh streams meet in one falt sea ;
As many lines close in the dial's center ;
So may a thousand actions, once a-foot,
End in one purpose, and be all well born
Without defeat. Therefore to France, my Liege.
Divide your happy England into four,
Whereof take you one quarter into France ;
And you withal shall make all Gallia shake :
If we, with thrice such powers left at home,
Cannot defend our own doors from the dog,
Let us be worried ; and our Nation lose
The name of hardiness and policy.

K. Henry. Call in the messengers, sent from the Dau-
Now are we well resolv'd ; and by God's help
And yours, the noble sinews of our power,
France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe,
Or break it all to pieces. There we'll fit,
Ruling in large and ample empery,
O’er France, and all her almost kingly Dukedoms;
Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn,
Tombless, with no remembrance over them.
Either our History shall with full mouth
Speak freely of our acts ; or else our grave,
Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth;
Not worshipt with a waxen epitaph.

Enter Ambassadors of France.
Now are we well prepar'd to know the pleasure
Of our fair cousin Dauphin; for we hear,
Your greeting is from him, nor from the King.

Amb. May't please your Majesty to give us leave
Freely to render what we have in charge:
Or shall we sparingly shew you far off

The Dauphin's meaning, and our embassie?

K. Henry. We are no tyrant, but a christian King,
Unto whose grace our passion is as subject,
As are our wretches fetter'd in our prisons :
Therefore, with frank and with uncurbed plainness,
Tell us the Dauphin's mind.

Amb. Thus then, in few.
Your Highness, lately sending into France,
Did claim some certain Dukedoms in the right
Of your great predecessor, Edward the third.
In answer of which claim, the Prince our master
Says, that you favour too much of your youth ;
And bids you be advis’d: there's nought in France,
That can be with a nimble galliard won ;
You cannot revel into Dukedoms there :
He therefore sends you (meeter for your spirit)
This tun of treasure ; and in lieu of this,
Desires you, let the Dukedoms, that you claim,
Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin speaks.

K. Henry. What treasure, uncle ?
Exe. Tennis-balls, my Liege.

K. Henry. We're glad, the Dauphin is so pleasant with
His present, and your pains, we thank you for.
When we have match'd our rackets to these balls,
We will in France, by God's grace, play a set,
Shall strike his father's Crown into the hazard.
Tell him, h’ath made a match with such a wrangler,
That all the Courts of France will be disturb'd
With chaces. And we understand him well,
How he comes o’er us with our wilder days ;
Not measuring, what use we made of thein.
We never valu'd this poor seat of England,
And therefore, living hence, did give our self
To barb'rous licence; as 'tis ever common,
That men are merriest, when they are from home.
But tell the Dauphin, I will keep my State,
Be like a King, and shew my fail of Greatness ;
When I do rowze me in my throne of France.
For that I have laid by my Majesty,
And plodded like a man for working days ;

But I will rise there with so full a glory,
That I will dazzle all the eyes of France ;
Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on us.
And tell the pleasant Prince, this mock of his
Hath turn'd his balls to gun-stones ; and his soul
Shall stand fore charged for the wasteful vengeance,
That shall fly with them : many thousand widows
Shall this his Mock mock out of their dear husbands;
Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down :
And fome are yet ungotten and unborn,
That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn.
But this lies all within the will of God,
To whom I do appeal; and in whose name,
Tell you the Dauphin, I am coming on
To venge me as I may; and to put forth
My rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause.
So get you hence in peace ; and tell the Dauphin,
His jest will savour but of shallow wit,
When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it.
Convey them with safe conduct. Fare



[Exeunt Ambassadors Exe. This was a merry message. K. Henry. We hope to make the fender blush at it : Therefore, my lords, omic no happy hour, That may give furth'rance to our expedition ; For we have now no thoughts in us but France, Save those to God, that run before our business. Therefore, let

our proportions for these wars Pe foon collected, and all things thought upon, That may with reasonable swiftness add More feathers to our wings : for, God before, We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door. Therefore let every man now task his thought, That this fair action may on foot be brought. (Exeunt.

Enter Chorus. Chorus. Now all the youth of England are on fire, (10) And filken dalliance in the wardrobe lies: Vol. IV.


Now (10) Now all the Youth of England] I have replaced this Chorus here; by the Authority of the Old Folio's ; and ended the first A, as the Poet


Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought
Reigns folely in the breast of every man,
They sell the pasture now, to buy the horse ;
Following the mirror of all Christian Kings,
With winged heels, as English. Mercuries.
For now sits Expectation in the air,
And hides a fword from hilts unto the point
With Crowns imperial ; Crowns, and Coronets,
Promis'd to Harry and his followers,
The French, advis'd by good intelligence
Of this moft dreadful preparation,
Shake in their fear ; and with pale policy
Seek to divert the English purposes.
O England! model to thy inward greatness,

certainly intended. Mr. Pope remov'd it, because (fays He) This Chorus manifestly is intended to advertise the Spectators of the Change of the Scene to Southampton ; and therefore ought to be placed just before that Change, and not here. 'Tis true, the Spectators are to be inform’d, that, when they next see the King, they are to fuppose him at Southampton. But This does not imply any Necessity of this Chorus being contiguous to that Change. On the contrary, the very concluding Lines vouch absolutely againit it.

But, till the King come forth, and not till then,

Unto Southampton do we shift our Scene. For how absurd is such a Notice, if the Scene is to change, so soon as ever the Chorus quits the Stage ? Besides, unless this Chorus be prefix'd to the Scene betwixt Nim, Bardalfe, &c, We shall draw the Poet into another Absurdity. Pistol, Nim, and Bardolfe are in this Scene talking of going to the Wars in France : but the King had but just, at his quitting the Stage, declar'd his Resolutions of commencing this War: And without the Interval of an Act, betwixt that Scene and the Comic Characters entring, how could They with any Probability be inform'd of this intended Expedition ? If Mr. Pope had ever read Monsieur Hedelin's most curious Treatise, calld, La Pratique du Theatre, he would have known, that one main use of the Intervals of Acts is, that such a Pause Thould (facilite cette agreable illufion qu'il faut faire aux Spectateurs ;) facilitate that agreeable Deception, which must be put upon the Spectators. Tho a Tune between the Acts takes up but a very little time, yet the Audiences are always willing to help their own Deception so far; to allow as much Time spent in it, as the Poet finds necessary should be employ'd in the Conduct of his Fable. And therefore 'tis the Practice of all knowing Poets, where more Time is to be skip'd over than could be taken up in the Action upon the Stage, to suppose that intermediate Time spent during the Intervals of the Acts : by which Artifice the Spectators come into the Deceit, and are not shock'd by a too flagrant Improbability.

Like little body with a mighty heart;
What might'st thou do, that honour would thee do,
Were all thy children kind and natural !
But see, thy fault France hath in thee found out;
A neft of hollow bofoms, which he fills
With treach'rous crowns; and three corrupted men,
One, Richard Earl of Cambridg., and the second,
Henry Lord Scroop of Masham, and the third,
Sir Thomas Grey Knight of Northumberland,
Have for the gilt of France (O guilt, indeed!)
Confirm'd conspiracy with fearful France :
And by their hands this grace of Kings must die,
If hell and treason hold their promises,
Ere He take ship for France ; and in Southampton.
Linger your patience on, and well digest
Thabuse of distance, while we force a play.
The fum is paid, the traitors are agreed,
The King is set from London, and the scene
Is now transported, gentles, to Southampion :
There is the play-house now, there must you fit ; .
And thence to France shall we convey you safe,
And bring you back ; charming the narrow seas
To give you gentle pass : for if we may, (11)
We'll not offend one stomach with our play.
But, till the King come forth, and not till then,
Unto Southampton do we shift our scene.



charming the narrow Seas To give you gentle Pass :) Ben Jonson, in the Prologue to his Every Man in his Humour, seems to me to have Aurted invidiously at this Play of our Author's.

He rather prays, you will be pleas'd to fee
One such to day, as other Plays should be ;

Where neither Chorus wafts you o'er the Seas, &c. Now this Comedy of Ben's was acted in the Year 1598, so that Henry 5th, confequently, had made its Appearance on the Stage earlier than that Period

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