Will yearly on the Vigil feaft his Neighbours, Then will he ftrip his Sleeve, and fhew his Scars: Bat he'll remember, with advantages, What feats he did that Day. Then fhall our Names, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Glo'fter, We few, we happy few, we band of Brothers: And Gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here; Enter Salisbury. Sal. My Sovereign Lord, beftow your felf with speed: The French are bravely in their Battels fet, And will with all expedience charge on us. K. Henry. All things are ready, if our Minds be fo. Weft. Perish the Man whofe Mind is backward now. K. Henry. Thou doft not wish more help from England, Coz? Weft. God's will, my Liege, would you and I alone, You know your Places: God be with you all. Mount. Once more I come to know of thee, King Harry', For certainly thou art so near the Gulf, G 5 Thou Thou needs must be englutted. Beides, in mercy, From off thele Fields; where, Wretches, their poor Bodies K. Henry. Who hath fent thee now? K. Henry. I pray thee bear my former Answer back, Bid them atchieve me, and then fell my Bones, Good God! why fhould they mock poor Fellows thus? Let me fpeak proudly; tell the Conftable, But, by the Mafs, our Hearts are in the trimi Herald, Herald, fave thou thy labour: Come thou no more for Ranfom, gentle Herald, Mon. I fhall, King Harry: And so fare thee well. [Exit. K. Henry. I fear thou wilt once more come again for a Ranfom. Enter York. York. My Lord, moft humbly on my Knee I beg The leading of the Vaward. K. Henry. Take it, brave York. Now Soldiers, march away; And how thou pleafeft, God, difpofe the Day. [Exeunt. Alarm. Excurfions. Enter Pistol, French Soldier, and Boy. Pift. Yield, Cur. lité. Fr. Sol. Je pense que vous effes le Gentil-home de bone qua Pift. Quality calmy cufture me, Art thou a Gentleman? What is thy Name? discuss. Fr. Sol. O Seigneur Dieu! Pift. O Signièur Dewe fhould be a Gentleman: Perpend my words, O Signieur Dewe, and mark: O Signieur Dewe, thou dieft on point of Fox, except, O Signeur, thou do give to me egregious Ranfom. Fr. Sol. O prennez mifericorde, ayez pitie de moy.. Pift. Moy thall not ferve, I will have forty Moys; for I will fetch thy rym out at thy Throat, in drops of Crimfon Blood. Fr. Sol. Eft-il impoffible d'efchapper la force de ton bras? Pift. Brafs, Cur ? thou damned and luxurious MountainGoat, offer'ft me Brafs? Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy. Pift. Say't thou me for is that a Ton of Moys? Come hither, Boy, ask me this Slave in French, what is his Boy. Efcoute, comment eftes vous appellé ? Boy. He fays his Name is Mr. Fer. Pift. Mr. Fer! I'll fer him, and ferk him, and ferret him : Difcufs the fame in French unto him. Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and ferk. Pift. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his Throat. Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous vous teniez preft, car ce foldat icy eft difpofée tout a cette heure de couper voftre gorge. Pift. Owy, cuppele gorge parmafoy pefant, unless thou give me Crowns, brave Crowns, or mangled fhalt thou be by this my Sword. Fr. Sol. O je vous fupplie pour l'amour de Dieu, me pardonner, je fuis Gentilhome de bonne maison, garde ma vie, & Je vous donneray deux cents efcus. Pift. What are his words? Boy. He prays you to fave his Life, he is a Gentleman of a good House, and for his Ranfom he will give you two hundred Crowns. Pift. Tell him my fury fhall abate, and I the Crowns will take. Fr. Sol. Petit Monfieur que dit-il? Boy. Encore qu'il eft contre fon Furement, de pardonner aucun prifonnier: neant moins pour les efcus que vout l'ay promettez, il eft content de vous donner la liberté de franchife. Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux je voux dorme milles remerciemens, &je me eftime heureux que je fuis tombé entre les mains d'un Chevalier, je penfe, le plus brave, valiant, tres eftimée Signeur d'Angleterre. Pift. Expound unto me, Boy. Boy. He gives you upon his knees a thousand thanks, and efteems himself happy, that he hath fal'n into the hands of one, as he thinks, the moft brave, valorous, and thriceworthy Signeur of England. me. Pift. As I fuck Blood, I will fome mercy fhew. Follow Boy. Suivez le grand Capitain. I did never know fo, woful a Voice iffue from fo empty a Heart; but the Song is true, The empty Veffel makes the greatest found, Bardolf and Nim had ten times more Va lour lour than this roaring Devil i'th' old Play, that every one may pair his Nails with a wooden Dagger, and they are both Hang'd, and fo would this be, if he durft steal any thing adventurously. I muft ftay with the Lackies, 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. Enter Conftable, Orleans, Bourbon, Dauphin and Rambures. Con. O Diable! Orla. O Signeur! le jour eft perdu, toute eft perdu. Dau. Mort de ma vie, all is confounded, all, Reproach, and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our Plumes. O mefchante Fortune, do not run away. [A Short Alarm Dau. O perdurable shame, let's ftab our felves: Be these the Wretches that we play'd at Dice for? Orl. Is this the King we fent to for his Ranfom? Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but shame! Let us fly in once more back again, And he that will not follow Bourbon now, Let him go hence, and with his Cap in hand, Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, Friend us now, Orl. We are enow yet living in the Field, To fmother up the English in our Throngs any Order might be thought upon. If Bour. The Devil take Order now, I'll to the throng; Let Life be short, elfe Shame will be too long. [Exeunt Alarum. Enter the King and his Train, with Prisoners. K. Henry. Well have we done, thrice valiant Countrymen,' But all's not done, yet keep the French the Field. Exe. The Duke of York commends him to your Majefty. I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting: Exe |