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To know what willing ransom he will give.
Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Rean.

Dau. Not so, I do beseech your Majesty.

Fr. King. Be patient, for you shall remain with us. Now forth, Lord Constable, and Princes all; And quickly bring us word of England's fall. [Exeunt.

SCEN E, the English Camp.

Enter Gower and Fluellen. Gow. OW now,

from the bridge ? Flu. I assure you, there is very excellent services committed at the pridge.

Gow. Is the Duke of Exeter safe?

Flu. The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Agamemnon, and a man that I love and honour with my soul, and my heart, and my duty, and my life, and my living, and my uttermost power. He is not, God be praised and plessed, any hurt in the world ; he is maintain the pridge most valiantly, with excellent discipline. There is an Antient lieutenant there at the pridge, I think, in my very confcience, he is as valiant a man as Mark Antony, and he is a man of no estimation in the world, but I did see him do gallant services.

Gow. What do you call him?
Flu. He is call'd Antient Pistol.
Gow. I know him not.

Enter Pistol. Flu. Here is the man.

Pift. Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours : The Duke of Exeter doth love thee well.

Flu. I, I praise God, and I have merited fome love at his hands.

Pist. Bardolph, a soldier firm and sound of heart,
And buxom valour, hath by cruel fate,
And giddy fortune's furious fickle wheel,

That

That Goddess blind that stands upon the rolling restless

stone Flu. By your patience, Antient Pistol: Fortune is painted plind, with a muffler before her eyes, to signifie to you that fortune is plind ; and she is painted also with a wheel, to signifie to you, which is the moral of it, that she is turning and inconstant, and mutabilicies and variations ; and her foot, look you, is fixed upon a spherical stone, which rowles, and rowles, and rowles ; in good truth, the Poet makes a most excellent description of it: fortune is an excellent moral.

Pift. Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him ; For he hath stolo a Pix, and hanged must a' be ; damned

death! (26)
Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free,
And let not hemp his wind-pipe suffocate ;
But Exeter hath given the doom of death,
For Pix of little price. Therefore go speak,
The Duke will hear thy voice ;
And let not Bardolpb's vital thread be cut

(26) For be hath ftoln a Pax,] Thus all the Editions, from the very forft : “ And this is conformable to History, (lays Mr. Pope ;) a Soldier “ (as Hall tells us) being hang'd at this Time for such a Fact."-But to fęe this Gentleman's Accuracy, and Inaccuracy, in one and the same Circumstance! Both Hall and Holingshead agree as to the point of the Theft; but as to the Thing stoln, there is not that Conformity betwixt them and Mr. Pope. But let us see, what is understood by a Pax. It was an antient Custom, at the Celebration of Mass, that when the Priest pronounc'd these Words, Pax Domini fit semper vobiscum! The Peace of the Lord be always with you! both Clergy and People kiss’d one another. And This was calld Ofculum Pacis, the Kiss of Peace. But that Custom being abrogated, a certain Image is now presented to be kifsd, which, as most Catholicks know, is calld a Pax. (Vid. Du Fresne's Gloffary Media & Infime Latinitatis ; and from Him, the Glossary subjoin'd to Urrey's CHAUCER : for that Poet talks of kisling Pax, in his Parson's Tale.) But it was not this Image, which Bardolfe ftole; it was a Pix; or little Chest, (from the Latin Word, Pixis, a Box;) in which the consecrated Hojt was used to be kept. " A foolith Soldier " (fays Hall expressly, and Holinshead a ter him ;) stale a Pix out of a - Church ; and unreverently did eat the holy Hoftes within the fame contained." Is there the least Question, but that our Poci's Text must be set right from these Chroniclers ?

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With edge of penny-cord, and vile reproach.
Speak, captain, for his life, and I will thee requite.

Flu. Ancient Pistol, I do partly understand your meaning

Pift. Why then rejoice therefore.

Fl. Certainly, Antient, it is not a thing to rejoice at; for if, look you, he were my brother, I would desire the Duke to use his good pleasure, and put him to executions; for disciplines ought to be used.

Pift. Die and be damn'd, and Figo for thy friendship!
Flu. It is well.
Pist. The fig of Spain---

[Exit Pist. Flu. Very good.

Gow. Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal, I remember him now; a bawd, a cut-purse.

Flu. I'll assure you, he utt'red as prave words at the pridge, as you shall see in a summer's day : but it is very well; what he has spoke to me, that is well, I-warrant you, when time is serve.

Gow. Why 'cis a gull, a fool, a rogue, that now and then goes to the wars, to grace himself at his return into London, under the form of a soldier. Such fellows are perfect in the great commanders names, and they will learn you by rote where services were done ; at such and such a sconce, at such a breach, at such a convoy; who came off bravely, who was shot, who disgrac'd, what terms the enemy stood on ; and this they con perfectly in the phrase of war, which they trick up with newturned oaths : And what a beard of the general's cut, and a horrid sute of the camp, will do among foaming bottles and ale-wash'd wits, is wonderful to be thought on ! But you must learn to know such slanders of the age, or else you may be marvelously mistook.

Flu. I tell you what, captain Gower ; I do perceive, he is not the man that he would gladly make shew to the world he is ; if I find a hole in his coat, I will tell him my mind; hear you, the King is coming, and I muft speak with him from the pridge. (27)

Drum (27) The King is coming, and I must speak with him from the pridge.] “ Speak with him from the Bridge, Mr. Pope tells us, is added in the lat

Drum and Colours. Enter the King, and his poor soldiers.

Flu. God pless your Majesty.

K. Henry. How now, Fluellen, cam'st thou from the bridge ?

Flu. I, so please your Majesty : the Duke of Exeter has very gallantly maintain'd the pridge; the French is gone off, look you, and there is gallant and most prave passages ; marry, th' athversary was have poffefsion of the pridge, but he is enforced to retire, and the Duke of Exeter is master of the pridge : I can tell your Majesty, the Duke is a prave man.

K. Henry. What men have you loft, Fluellen?

Flu. The perdition of th' athverfary hath been very great, very reasonable great ; marry, for my part, I think, the Duke hath loft never a man but one that is like to be executed for robbing a church, one Bardolph, if

your Majesty know the man : his face is all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs, and fames of fire; and his lips blows at his nose, and it is like a coal of fire, sometimes plue, and sometimes red ; but his nose is executed, and his fire's out.

K. Henry. We would have such offenders so cut off ; And give express charge, that in all our march There shall be nothing taken from the villages, But shall be paid for; and no French upbraided, Or yet

abused in disdainful language ; When lenity and cruelty play for kingdoms, The gentler gamester is the soonest winner.

“ ter Editions ; but that it is plain from the Sequel, that the Scene here “ continues, and the affair of the Bridge is over.” Tis plain, this is a most inaccurate Criticism, and worthy only of its Author. The Scene, 'tis true, continues, and the Affair of the Bridge is over ; but these Words are to be continued for all That. Tho the Affair of the Bridge be over, is That a Reason, that the King must receive no Intelligence from thence ? Fluellen, who comes from the Bridge, means no more than this, that he wants to acquaint the King with the Transactions that had happen'd there, and with the Duke of Exeter's having repuls'd the French from thence. And this is what he calls speaking to the King from the Bridge.

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Tucket sounds. Enter Mountjoy. Mount. You know me by my habit.

K. Henry. Well then, I know thee ; what shall I know of thee?

Mcunt. My master's mind.
K. Henry. Unfold it.

[land,
Mount. Thus says my King: fay thou to Harry Eng-
Although we seemed dead, we did but sleep:
Advantage is a better foldier than rashness.
Tell him, we could at Harfleur have rebuk'd him ;
But that we thought not good to bruise an injury,
Till it were ripe. Now speak we on our cue,
With voice imperial: England shall repent
His folly, see his weakness, and admire
Our suff'rance. Bid him therefore to consider,
What must the ransom be, which must proportion
The loffes we have born, the subjects we
Have loft, and the disgrace we have digested ;
To answer which, his pertiness would bow under.
First for our loss, too poor is his Exchequer ;
For the effusion of our blood, his army
Too faint a number ; and for our disgrace,
Ev'n his own person kneeling at our feet
A weak and worthless satisfaction.
To this, defiance add ; and for conclusion,
Tell him he hath betray'd his followers,
Whose condemnation is pronounc'd. So far
My King and master ; and so much

my

office. K. Henry. What is thy name? I know thy quality. Mount. Mountjoy.

K. Henry. Thou do'st thy office fairly. Turn thee back, And tell thy King, I do not-féek him now ; But could be willing to march on to Calais Without impeachment; for, to fay the footh, (Though 'tis no wisdom to confefs' fo 'much Unto an enemy of craft and vantage) My people are with sickness much enfeebled, My numbers lessen'd ; and those few I have, Almost no better than so many French;

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