I fee you ftand like Greyhounds in the flips,
Straining upon the ftart. The game's a-foot:
Follow your fpirit; and, upon this charge,
Cry, God for Harry! England! and St. George!

Bard.

[Exeunt King, and Train. [Alarm, and Cannon go off.

Enter Nim, Bardolph, Piftol, and Boy.

N, on, on, on, on, to the breach, to the

ON, breach.

Nim. 'Pray thee, corporal, ftay; the knocks are too hot; and for mine own part, I have not a case of lives: the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain fong of it.

Pift. The plain fong is moft juft; for humours do abound:

Knocks go and come: God's vaffals drop and die: And sword and shield, in bloody field, doth win immortal fame.

Boy. Wou'd I were in an ale-house in London, I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and fafety. Pift. And I; if wishes would prevail,

I wou'd not ftay, but thither would I hye.

Enter Fluellen.

Flu. Up to the breach, you dogs; avaunt, you cullions.

Pift. Be merciful, great Duke, to men of mould, Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage;

Good bawcock, 'bate thy rage; ufe lenity, fweet chuck. Nim. Thefe be good humours; your honour wins bad humours.

[Exeunt.

Boy. As young as I am, I have obferved these three fwafhers. I am boy to them all three; but all they three, though they would ferve me, could not be man

to

to me; for, indeed, three fuch Antics do not amount' to a man. For Bardolph, he is white-liver'd and redfac'd; by the means whereof he faces it out, but fights not. For Pistol, he hath a killing tongue, and a quiet fword; by the means whereof he breaks words, and keeps whole weapons. For Nim, he hath heard, that men of few words are the best men; and therefore he scorns to say his prayers, left.he should be thought a coward; but his few bad words are match'd with as few good deeds, for he never broke any man's head but his own, and that was against a post when he was drunk. They will fteal any thing, and call it purchase. Bardolph ftole a lute-cafe, bore it twelve leagues, and fold it for three half-pence. Nim and Bardolph are fworn brothers in filching; and in Calais they stole a fire-fhovel. I knew by that piece of fervice, the men would carry coals. They would have me as familiar with men's pockets, as their gloves or their handkerchers; which makes much against my manhood; for if I would take from another's pocket to put into mine, it is plain pocketting up of wrongs. I must leave them, and seek some better service; their villany goes against my weak stomach, and therefore I must cast it [Exit Boy.

up.

Enter Gower, and Fluellen.

Gower. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines; the Duke of Gloucester would speak with you.

Flu. To the mines? tell you the Duke, it is not fo good to come to the mines; for, look you, the mines are not according to the disciplines of the war; the concavities of it is not fufficient; for, look you, th' athverfary (you may discuss unto the Duke, look you) is digt himself four yards under the countermines; by Chefhu, I think, a' will plow up all, if there is not petter directions.

Gower. The Duke of Gloucester, to whom the order VOL. V.

M

of

of the fiege is given, is altogether directed by an Irish man, a very valiant gentleman, i'faith.

Flu. It is captain Mackmorris, is it not?
Gower. I think, it be.

Flu. By Chefhu, he is an Afs, as is in the world; I will verify as much in his beard; he has no more directions in the true difciplines of the wars, look you, of the Roman difciplines, than is a Puppy-dog.

Enter Mackmorris, and Capt. Jamy.

Gower: Here he comes, and the Scots Captain, Captain Jamy with him.

Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous valorous gentleman, that is certain; and of great expedition and knowledge in the ancient wars, upon my particular knowledge of his directions; by Chefhu, he will maintain his argument as well as any military man in the world, in the disciplines of the priftine wars of the Romans.

Jamy. I fay, gudday, Captain Fluellen.

Flu. Godden to your worship, good captain James. Gower. How now, captain Mackmorris, have you quitted the mines? have the pioneers given o'er?

Mack. By Chrifh law, tifh ill done; the work ish give over, the trumpet found the retreat. By my hand, I fwear, and by my father's foul, the work ifh ill done; it ish give over; I would have blowed up the town, fo Chrifh fave me law, in an hour. O tifh ill done, tifh ill done; by my hand, tifh ill done.

Flu. Captain Mackmorris, I befeech you now, will you vouchfafe me, look you, a few difputations with you, as partly touching or concerning the difciplines of the war, the Roman wars, in the way of argument, look you, and friendly communication; partly, to fatisfy my opinion; and partly for the fatisfaction, look you, of my mind; as touching the direction of the military difcipline, that is the point.

Jamy. It fall be very gud, gud feith, gud captains bath;

bath; and I fall quit you with gud leve, as I pick occafion; that fall I, marry.c

may

Mack. It is no time to difcourfe, fo Chrifh fave me: the day is hot, and the weather and the wars, and the King and the Duke; it is not time to difcourfe. the town is befeech'd: and the trumpet calls us to the breach, and we talk, and by Chrish do nothing, 'tis fhame for us all; fo God fa' me, 'tis fhame to stand fill; it is shame, by my hand; and there is throats to be cut, and works to be done, and there is nothing done, fo Chrifh fa' me law.

Jamy. By the mess, ere theife eves of mine take themselves to flomber, aile do gud fervice, or aile ligge i'th' ground for it; ay, or go to death; and aile pay it as valorously as I may,, that fall I furely do, the breff and the long; marry, I wad full fain heard fome question, 'tween you tway.

Flu. Captain Mackmorris, I think, look you, under your correction, there is not many of your nationMack. Of my nation? what ifh my nation? ifh a villain, and a baftard, and a knave, and a rafcal? what ifh my nation? who talks of my nation?

Flu. Look you, if you take the matter otherwise than is meant, captain Mackmorris, peradventure, I fhall think you do not ufe me, with that affability as in difcretion, you ought to ufe me; look you; being as good a man as yourself, both in the difciplines of wars, and in the derivation of my birth, and in other particularities.

Mack. I do not know you fo good a man as myfelf fo Chrifh fave me, I will cut off your head. Gower. Gentlemen both, you will miftake each other. Jamy. Au! that's a foul fault. [A Parley founded. Gower. The town founds a parley.

Flu. Captain Mackmorris, when there is more better opportunity to be requir'd, look you, I'll be fo bold as to tell you, I know the difciplines of war; and there's an end.

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Exeunt.
SCENE

K. Henry.

SCENE IV.

Before the Gates of Harfleur.

Enter King Henry and his Train.

HOW yet

OW yet refolves the Governor of the
town?

This is the latest parle we will admit :
Therefore to our beft mercy give yourselves,
Or, like to men proud of deftruction,
Defy us to our worft; as I'm a soldier,

(A name, that, in my thoughts, becomes me beft) If I begin the batt'ry once again,

I will not leave the half-atchieved Harfleur 'Till in her afhes fhe lie buried.

The gates of mercy fhall be all shut up ;

And the flesh'd soldier, rough and hard of heart, In liberty of bloody hand fhall range

With confcience wide as hell, mowing like grafs
Your fresh fair virgins, and your flow'ring infants.
What is it then to me, if impious war,

Array'd in flames like to the Prince of fiends,
Do with his fmircht complexion all fell feats,
Enlinkt to waste and defolation?

What is't to me, when you yourselves are cause,
If your pure maidens fall into the hand

Of hot and forcing violation?

What rein can hold licentious wickedness,
Then down the hill he holds his fierce career :
We may, as bootlefs, fpend our vain command
Upon th' enraged foldiers in their spoil,

As fend our precepts to th' Leviathan

To come a-fhore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur,
Take pity of your town and of your people,
While yet my foldiers are in my command;
While yet the cool and temp'rate wind of grace
O'er-blows the filthy and contagious clouds

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