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Pijt. What are his words?
Boy. He prays you to save his life, he is a gentleman of a good house, and for his ransom he will give you two hundred crowns.
Pift. Tell him, my fury shall abate, and I The Crowns will take.
Fr. Sol. Petit Monsieur, que dit-il ?
Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de pardonner aucun prisonnier, neantmoins pour les escus que vous l'avez promettes, il est content de vous donner la liberté, le franchisement.
Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux je vous donne mille remerciemens, & je m'estime beureux que je suis tombé entre les mains d'un Chevalier, je pense, le plus brave, veliant, & tres estimé Signeur d'Angleterre.
Pift. Expound unto me, boy.
Boy. He gives you upon his knees a thousand thanks and esteems himself happy that he hath fall’n into the hands of one, as he thinks, the most brave, valorolis, and thrice-worthy Signieur of England.
Pift. As I suck blood, I will some mercy shew.
[Ex. Pist. and Fr. Sol. I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart ; but the saying is true, The empty vessel makes the greatest sound. Bardolph and Nim had ten tiines more valour than this roaring devil i' th' old play’; every one may pare his nails with a wooden dagger: yet they are both hang'd; and so would this be, if he durst steal any thing advent'rously. I must stay with the lacqueys, with the luggage of our camp ; the French might have a good prey of us, if he knew of it : for there is none to guard it but boys. (Exit.
? In modern puppet-Shows, comes him. I suppose the Vice which seem to be copied from of the old farce, to whom Punch the old farces, Punch sometimes succeeds, used to fight the devil fights the devil and always over. with a wooden dagger.
Enter Constable, Orleans, Bourbon, Dauphin,
Con. Diable !
Orl. O Signeur ! le jour eft perdutout est
perdu. Dou. Mort de ma vie ! allis confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes, [A port alarm. O meschante fortune !~~do not run away.
Con. Why, all our ranks are broke.
Dau. O perdurable thame! let's stab ourselves. Be these the wretches, that we play'd at dice for?
Orl. Is this the King we sent to for his ransom?
Let us die, instant-Once more back again;
Con. Disorder, that hath ipoil'd us, friend us now! Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.
Orl. We are enow, yet living in the field, To fmother up the English in our throngs; If any order might be thought upon.
Beur. The devil take order now! I'll to the throng; Let life be short, elle shame will be too long [Exeunt. 8 Let us d'e, in!'art: Once think, I have retriev'd the Poet's
more back again ;] This Sense. It is thus in the Old CoVerle, which is quite left out in Mr. Pone's Edi ions, stands Let us die in once more back imperfect in the firii Foiso. By again. THEOBALD. the addition of a Syllable, I
SCENE XII. Alarm. Enter the King and his trein, with prisoners, K. Henry. Well have we done, thrice valiant coun
trymen. But all's not done; the French yet keep the field. Exe. The Duke of York commends him to your
Exe. In which array, brave soldier, doch he lie, Larding the plain ; and by his bloody side, Yoak-fellow to his honour owing wounds, The noble Earl of Suffolk also lies. Suffolk first dy’d, and York, all haggled over, Comes to him where in gore he lay infieep'd, And takes him by the beard; kiffes the gashes, That bloodily did yawn upon his face, And cries aloud, « tarry, my cousin Suffolk, , " My foul shall thine keep company to heav’n : “ Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly a-breast : “ As in this glorious and well-foughten field “ We kepe together in our chivalry.” Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up ; He smild me in the face, gave me his hand, And with a feeble gripe, says, " dear my Lord, " Commend my service to my Sovereign.' So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck He threw his wounded arm, and kist his lips, And so espous’d to death, with blood he leald A testament of noble ending love. The pretry and sweet manner of it forc'd Those waters from me, which I would have liop'd ; But I had not so much of man in me, But all my mother came into mine eyes, And gave me up to tears.
K. Henry. I blame you not ; For, bearing this, I must perforce compound With miltful eyes, or they will issue too. [Alarm, But, hark, what new alarum is this same ? The French have re-inforc'd their scatter'd men : Then every soldier kill his prisoners. Give the word through.
Alarms continued ; after which, Enter Fluellen aru
Gower. Flu. 2 Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis exprefly against the law of arms; 'tis as arrant a piece of
Knavery, 9 For, hearing this, I maf per- be connective to the preceding force compound
Scene; but his Reason, accordWith mixital ryes,
-] The ing to Custom, is a mifaken poet must have wrote, mifful: one. The words of Fluellen (he i. e. just ready to over-run with says,) immediately follow thoje of tears. The word he took from the King just before. The King's his observation of Nature: for laft Words, ac his going off, just before the bursting out of were; tears the eyes grow dim as if in Then ev'ry Soldier kill bis Pria mift.
WARBURTON. Jorers: 'Scene XIII.] Here, in the Give the Word ebrough. other editions, they begin the Now Mr. Pope muft very accufourth act, very absurdly, since rately suppose, that Fluellen overboth the place and time evidently hears this: and that by replying: continue, and the words of Flu- Kill the Poges, and the luggage ; ellen immediately follow those of 'tis exprilly against the Law of the King just before. Pope. Arms ;-- he is condemning the
· Kill tbe Poyes and the lug. King's Order, as against marsage! 'ris exprefly against the tial Discipline. But this is a Law of Arms;] in the Old Fo- most absurd Supposition. Fuellio's, the 4th Ad is made to be- len neither overhears, nor replies gin here. But as the Matter of to, what the King had said: nor the Chorus, which is to come be- has kill the Poses and the Luggage twixt the 4th and 5th Acts, will any reference to the Soldiers' by no means fost with the Scene- killing their Prisoners. ' Nay, on gi that here follows; I have the contrary (as thereis no Interchose to fall in with the other val of an Aê here) there muft kegulation. Mr. Pefe gives a be some little Pause betwixt the Kcaion, why this Scene should King's going off, and Fluellen's
Knavery, mark you now, as can be desir'd in your conscience now, is it not?
Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; and the cowardly rascals, that ran away from the battle, have done this Naughter. Belides, they have buru'd or carried away all that was in the King's tent; wherefore the King most worthily has caus'd every soldier to cuc his prisoner's throat. O'ris a gallant King!
Flu. I, he was porn at Monmouth, captain Gower ; what call you the cown's name, where Alexander the pig, was born ?
Gow. Alexander the great.
Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great ? the pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the phrase is a little variations.
Gow. I think, Alexander the great was born in Macedon ; his father was called Philip of Macedon, as I take it.
Flu. I think, it is in Macedon where Alexander is porn : I tell you, captain, if you look in the maps of the orld, I warrant, that you fall find, in the compa
Entring (and therefore I have to this Villany of the French said, Alarms continued) ; for we Run-aways Fluellen is alluding. find by Gouer's firft Speech, that when he says, Kill the Poyrs and the Soldiers had already cut their the Luggage. The fact is fec Prisoners throats, which required out (as Mr. Pope might have some Time to do. The Matter oblervod) both by Hall and Holis chis. The Baggage, during ling lead. THEOBALD. the Battle (as K. Henry had no Unhappily the King gives one Men to spare) was guarded only reason for his order to kill the by boys and Lacqueys ; which prisoners, and Gower another. Some French Runaways getting The King killed his prisoners benotice of, they came down upon cause he expected another bat:le, the English Camp-boys, whom and he had not men sufficient to they kill'd, and plunder'd and guard one army and fight anoburn'd the Baggage: in Relent. ther. Gower declares that the ment of which Villany it was, gallant king has worthily ordered that the King, contrary to his the prisoners to be deftroyed, bewonted Lenity, order'd all Pric cause the luggage was plundered, Toners Throats to be cut. And and the boys were Nain.