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

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

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Enter Nim, Bardolph, Pistol, and Boy.
Bard. N, on, on, on, on, to the breach, to the

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
song of it.
Pift. The plain song is most just; for humours do

Knocks go and come: God's vassals drop and die:
And sword and shield, in bloody field, doth win im-

mortal fame.
Boy. Wou'd I were in an ale-house in London, I would
give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.

Pift. And I; if wishes would prevail,
I wou'd not stay, but thither would I hye.

Enter Fluellen.
Flu. Up to the breach, you dogs; avaunt, you cul-

Pist. Be merciful, great Duke, to men of mould,
Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage;
Good bawcock, 'bate thy rage; use lenity, sweet chuck.

Nim. These be good humours; your honour wins
bad humours.

(Exeunt. Boy. As young as I am, I have observed these three fwashers. I am boy to them all three ; but all they three, though they would serve me, could not be man


to a man.


to me; for, indeed, three such Antics do not amount

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 sword; by ihe means whereof he breaks words, and keeps whole weapons. For Nim, he hath heard, that men of few words are the best


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 steal anything, and call it purchase. Bardolph stole a lute-case, bore it twelve leagues, and fold it for three half-pence. Nim and Bardolph are sworn brothers in filching; and in Calais they stole a fire-shovel. I knew by that piece of service, 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 ftomach, and therefore I

[Exit Boy. Enter Gower, and Fluellen. Gower. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines; the Duke of Gloucester would speak

Flui. To the mines ? tell you the Duke, it is not so good to come to the mines; for, look


the mines are not according to the disciplines of the war; the concavities of it is not sufficient ; ' for, look you, th'athversary (you may discuss unto the Duke, look you) is digt himself four yards under the countermines; by Cheshu, I think, a'will plow up all, if there is not petter directions.

Gower. The Duke of Gloucester, to whom the order


must cast it up.

with you.


of the siege 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 Ass, as is in the world ; I will verify as much in his beard; he has no more direâions in the true disciplines of the wars, look you, of the Roman disciplines, than is a Puppy-dog.

Enter Mackmorris, and Caþt. Jamy. Gower. Here he comes, and the Scots Captain, Captain Jamy with him.

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

Jamy. I say, gudday, Captain Fluellen.
Flu. Godden 10 your worship, good captain James.

Gower. How now, captain Mackmorris, have you quitted the mines? have the pioneers given o'er?

Mack. By Chrish law, tish ill done; the work ish give over, the trumpet sound the retreat. By my hand, I swear, and by my father's foul, the work ith ill done; it ish give over ; I would have blowed up the town, so Chrish save me law, in an hour. O tish ill done, tish ill done; by my hand, tish ill done.

Flu. Captain Mackmorris, Í beseech you now, will you vouchsafe me, look you, a few disputations with you, as partly touching or concerning the disciplines of the war, the Roman wars, in the way of argument, look you, and friendly communication; partly, 10 satisfy my opinion; and partly for the satisfaction, look you, of my mind; as touching the direction of the military discipline, 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

may pick occafion; illat fall'i, marry." ;

Mack. It is no time to discourse, fo Chrish save me: the day is hot, and the weather and the wars, and the King and the Duke; it is not time to discourse, the town is beseechid': and the trumpet calls us to the breach, and we talk, and by Chrish do nothing, 'tis shame for us all; so God sa me, 'tis fame to stand ftill; it is shame, by my hand; and there is throats to be cut, and works to be done, and there is nothing done, lo Chrih sa' me law.

Jamy. By the mess, ere theife eves of mine take themselves to slomber, aile do gud service, 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 surely do, the breff and the long; marry, I wad full fain heard some question 'tween you tway. Flu. Captain Mackmorris, I think, look

you, under your correction, there is not many of your nation

Mack. Of my nation? what ish my nation? ish a villain, and a bastard, and a knave, and a rascal? 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 shall think you do not use me, with that affability as in discretion you ought to use me; look you; being as good a man as yourself, both in the disciplines of wars, and in the derivation of my birth, and in other particularities.

Mack. I do not know you so good a mannas myfelf; fo Chrish save me, I will cut off your head.

Gower. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.
Janıy. Au! that's a foul'fault. (A Parley founded.
Gower. The town sounds a parley.

Flu. Captain Muckmorris, when there is more better opportunity to be requir'd, look you, I'll be so bold as to tell you,.;I, kuow the disciplines of war; and there's an end.

Exeunt, SCENE

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Enter King Henry and his Train. K. Henry. LOW yet resolves the Governor of the

town? This is the latest parle we will admit : Therefore to our best mercy give yourselves, Or, like to men proud of deftru&ion, Defy us to our worst; as I'm a soldier, (A name, that, in my thoughts, becomes me best) If I begin the batt'ry once again, I will not leave the half-atchieved Harfleur 'Till in her ashes she lie buried. The gates of mercy shall be all shut up; And the flesh'd soldier, rough and hard of heart, In liberty of bloody hand shall range With conscience wide as hell, mowing like grass 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 smircht 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 bootless, spend our vain command Upon th' enraged soldiers in their spoil, As send 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 soldiers 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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