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I and my bofom muft debate a while,
And then I would no other company.

Erping. The Lord in heaven blefs thee, noble Harry!

K. Henry. God a mercy, old heart, thou fpeak'st chearfully.

SCENE III.

Enter Piftol.

Pistol. Qui va là?
K. Henry. A friend.

[Exeunt.

Pift. Difcufs unto me, art thou officer? Or art thou bafe, common and popular? K. Henry. I am a gentleman of a company. Pift. Trail'ft thou the puiffant pike? 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
I love the lovely bully.

K. Henry. Harry le Roy.

What's thy name?

Pift. Le Roy! a Cornish name: art thou of Cornish crew?

K. Henry. No, I am a Welshman.

Piftol. Know'st thou Fluellen?

K. Henry. Yes.

Pift. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate, Upon St. David's day.

*K. Henry. Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, left he knock that about yours.

Pift. Art thou his friend?

K. Henry. And his kinfman too.

Pift. The Figo for thee then!

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K. Henry.

K. Henry. I thank you. God be with you.
Pift. My name is Pistol call'd.

K. Henry. It forts well with your fierceness.

[Exit.

[Manet King Henry.

Enter Fluellen, and Gower feverally.

Gow. Captain Fluellen.

Flu. So, in the name of Jefu Chrift, fpeak fewer; it is the greatest admiration in the univerfal world, when the true and auncient prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not kept. If you would take the pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the great, you fhall find, I warrant you, that there is no tittle tattle, nor pibble pabble, in Pompey's camp; I warrant you, you fhall find the ceremonies of the wars, and the cares of it, and the forms of it, and the fobrieties of it, and the modefty of it to be otherwife.

Goro. Why, the enemy is loud, you hear him all nigh.

Flu. If the enemy is an afs and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we fhould alfo, look you, be an afs and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, in your own confcience now?

Gow. I will speak lower.

Flu. I pray you, and befeech you, that you will.

[Exeunt. K. Henry. Though it appear a little out of fashion, There is much care and valour in this Welshman.

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Enter three Soldiers, John Bates, Alexander Court, and Michael Williams.

Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks yonder?

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-Bates.

Bates. I think it be, but we have no great caufe to defire the approach of day.

Will. We fee yonder the beginning of the day, but, I think, we fhall never fee the end of it. Who goes there?

K. Henry. A friend.

Will. Under what captain ferve you?

K. Henry. Under Sir Thomas Erpingham.

Will. A good old commander, and a moft kind gentleman. I pray you, what thinks he of our eftate? K. Henry. Even as men wreck'd upon a fand, that, look to be wash'd off the next tide.

Bates. He hath not told his thought to the King? K. Henry. No; nor is it meet, he should; for tho' I fpeak it to you, I think, the King is but a man as I am: the Violet fmells to him as it doth to me; the element fhews to him as it doth to me; all his fenfes have but human conditions. His ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and tho' his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing; therefore when he fees reafon of fears as we do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the fame relifh as ours are; yet in reafon no man fhould poffefs him with any appearance of fear, left he, by fhewing it, fhould difhearten his

army.

Bates. He may fhew what outward courage he will; but, I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could with himself in the Thames up to the neck; and fo I would he were, and I by him at all adventures, fo we were quit here.

K. Henry. By my troth, I will fpeak my confcience of the King, I think, he would not wifh himself any where but where he is.

danger to another is danger likewife to him, and when he feels fear it is like the fear of meaner mortals.

9 Conditions are qualities. The meaning is, that objects are reprefented by his fentes to him, as to other men by theirs. What is 3

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Bates.

Bates. Then 'would he were here alone; fo should he be fure to be ranfom'd, and many poor men's lives faved.

K. Henry. I dare fay, you love him not fo ill to wish him here alone; howfoever you speak this to feel other men's minds. Methinks, I could not die any where fo contented as in the King's company; his caufe being juft, and his quarrel honourable.

Will. That's more than we know.

Bates. Ay, or more than we should feek after; for we know enough, if we know we are the King's fubjects; if his caufe be wrong, our obedience to the King wipes the crime of it out of us.

Will. But if the caufe be not good, the King himfelf hath a heavy reckoning to make; when all those legs, and arms, and heads, chop'd off in a battle, fhall join together at the latter day, and cry all, We dy'd at fuch a place, fome, fwearing; fome, crying for a furgeon; fome, upon their wives left poor behind them; fome, upon the debts they owe; fome, upon their children rawly left. I am afear'd there are few die well, that die in battle; for how can they charitably difpofe of any thing, when blood is their argument? now, if thefe men do not die well, it will be a black matter for the King that led them to it, whom to difobey were against all proportion of fubjection.

K. Henry. So, if a fon, that is fent by his father about merchandize, do fall into fome lewd action and mifcarry, the imputation of his wickedness, by your rule, fhould be impofed upon his father that fent him; or if a fervant, under his mafter's command tranfporting a fum of mony, be affail'd by robbers, and die in many irreconcil'd iniquities; you may call the

Rawly. That is, without preparation, buftily, fuddenly. What is not matured is raw.

So in Macbeth.

Why in this rawness left be wife and children.

business

business of the mafter the author of the fervant's damnation. But this is not fo: the King is not bound tɔ answer the particular endings of his foldiers, the father of his fon, nor the matter of his fervant; for they purpose not their death, when they purpofe their fervices. Befides, there is no King, be his caufe never fo fpotlefs, if it come to the arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all unfpotted foldiers; fome, peradventure, have on them the guil: of premeditated and contrived murder; fome of beguiling virgins with the broken feals of perjury; fome, making the wars their bulwark, that have before gored the gentle bofom of peace with pillage and robbery. Now if thefe men have defeated the law, and out-run native punishment; though they can out-ftrip men, they have no wings to fly from God. War is his beadle, war is his vengeance; fo that here men are punished, for before-breach of the King's laws, in the King's quarrel now: where they feared the death, they have borne life away; and where they would be fafe, they perish. Then if they die unprovided, no more is the King guilty of their damnation, than he was before guilty of thofe impieties for which they are now vilited. Every fubject's duty is the King's, but every fubject's foul is his own. Therefore should every foldier in the wars do as every fick man in his bed, wash every moth out of his confcience; and dying fo, death is to him advantage; or not dying, the time was bleffedly loft, wherein fuch preparation was gained: and, in him that efcapes, it were not fin to think, that making God fo free an offer, he let him outlive that day to fee his greatnels, and to teach others how they fhould prepare.

Will. 'Tis certain, that every man that dies ill, the

2 This is a very juft diftinction, followed, and properly conand the whole argument is well cluded.

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