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Kath. Et le coude.
Katk. De elbow. Je m'en faitz la repetition de tous les mots, que vous m'avez appris dès a present. Alice. Jest trop difficile, madame, comme je pense. Kath. Excusez moy, Alice; escoutez: De hand, de fingre, de nails, de arm, de bilbow. Alice. De elbow, madame.
Kath. O Seigneur Dieu! je m'en oublie; De el-
Kath. De neck: Et le menton?
Kath. De sin. Le col, de neck: le menton, de sin. Alice. Ouy. Sauf vostre honneur: en verité, vous prononces les mots aussi droict que les natifs d' Angleterre.
Kath. Je ne doute point d'apprendre par la grace de Dieu; et en peu de temps.
Alice. N'avez vous pas dėja oublié ce que je vous ay enseignée?
Kath. Non, je reciteray à vous promptement: de hand, de fingre, de mails,
Alice. De nails, madame,
Kath. De nails, de arme, de ilbow.
Our mettle is bred out; and they will give
Fr. King. Where is Montjoy, the herald? speed
Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.-
Bring him our prisoner.
Kath. Ainsi dis je; de elbow, de neck, et de sin: And in a captive chariot, into Rouen
Con. This becomes the great.
Bour. Normans, but bastard Normans,
The English camp in Picardy.
Gow. How now, captain Fluellen, come you from the bridge?
Flu. I assure you, there is very excellent service committed at the pridge.
Gow. Is the duke of Exeter safe?
Flu. The duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Agamemnon; and a man, that I love and honour with Norman my soul, and my heart, and my duty, and my life, and my livings, and my uttermost power: he (God be praised, and plessed!) any hurt in the 'orld; but keeps the pridge most valiantly, with excellent discipline. There is an ensign there at the pridge, I think, in my very conscience, he is as valiant as Mark Antony; and he is a man of no estimation in the 'orld: but I did see him do gallant service. Gow. What do you call him?
Mort de ma vie! if they march along
Con. Dieu de batailles! where have they this mettle?
Our madams mock at us; and plainly say,
Flu. He is called ancient Pistol.
That goddess blind,
Flu. The perdition of th'athversary hath been very That stands upon the rolling restless stone, great, very reasonable great: marry, for my part, I Flu.By your patience, ancient Pistol. Fortune is paint-think the duke hath lost never a man, but one that ed plind, with a muffler before her eyes, to signify is like to be executed for robbing a church, one Barto you, that fortune is plind: and she is painted also dolph, if your majesty know the man: his face is all with a wheel; to signify to you, which is the moral bubuckles, and whelks, and knobs, and flames of fire; of it, that she is turning, and inconstant, and varia- and his lips plows at his nose, and it is like a coal of tions, and mutabilities: and her foot, look you, is sometimes plue, and sometimes red; but his nose is fixed upon a spherical stone, which rolls, and rolls, executed, and his fire's out. and rolls. In good truth, the poet is make a most excellent description of fortune; fortune, look you, is an excellent moral.
Pist. Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him;
Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free;"
Therefore, go speak, the duke will hear thy voice;
Pist. Why then rejoice therefore. •
Flu. Certainly, ancient, it is not a thing to rejoice at: for if, look you, he were my brother, I would desire the duke to use his goot pleasure, and put him to executions; for disciplines ought to be used. Pis. Die and be damn'd; and figo for thy friendship
Flu. It is well.
Pist. The fig of Spain!
Gow. Why this is an arrant counterfeit rascal; I remember him now; a bawd; a cutpurse. Flu. I'll assure you, 'a utter'd as prave 'ords at the pridge, as you shall see in a summer's day. But it is very well; what he has spoke to me, that is well, I warrant you, when time is serve.
K. Hen. We would have all such offenders so cut off; and we give express charge, that, in our marches through the country, there be nothing compelled from the villages, nothing taken but paid for none of the French upbraided, or abused in disdainful language; for when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.
Tucket sounds. Enter MoNTJOY.
Mont. My master's mind.
Mont. Thus says my king: -Say thou to Harry of
K. Hen. What is thy name? I know thy quality.
Gow. Why, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue; that now and then goes to the wars, to grace himself, at his return into London, under the form of a soldier. And such fellows are perfect in great commanders' names and they will learn you by rote, where services were done;- -at such and such a sconce, at such K. Hen. Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee back, a breach, at such a convoy; who came off bravely, And tell thy king, I do not seek him now; who was shot, who disgraced, what terms the ene-But could be willing to march on to Calais my stood on; and this they con perfectly in the phrase Without impeachment: for, to say the sooth, of war, which they trick up with new-tuned oaths: (Though 'tis no wisdom to confess so much and what a beard of the general's cut, and a hor-Unto an enemy of craft and vantage,) rid suit of the camp, will do among foaming bottles, and ale-wash'd wits, is wonderful to be thought on; but you must learn to know such slanders of the age, or else you may be marvellous mistook.
Ful. I tell you what, captain Gower; I do perceive, he is not the man that he would gladly make show to the 'orld he is; if I find a hole in his coat, I will tell him my mind. [Drum heard.] Hark you, the king is coming; and I must speak with him from the pridge.
My people are with sickness much enfeebled; My numbers lessened; and those few I have, Almost no better than so many French; Who, when they were in health, I tell thee, herald, I thought, upon one pair of English legs Did march three Frenchmen. Yet, forgive me, God, That I do brag thus! - this your air of France Hath blown that vice in me; I must repent. Go, therefore, tell thy master, here I am; My ransome, is this frail and worthless trunk; My army, but a weak and sickly guard; Yet, God before, tell him we will come on, Though France himself, and such another neighbour, Stand in our way. There's for thy labour, Montjoy. Flu. Ay, so please your majesty. The duke of Exeter Go, bid thy master well advise himself: has very gallantly maintained the pridge: the French If we may pass, we will; if we be hinder'd, is gone off, look you; and there is gallant and most We shall your tawny ground with your red blood prave passages. Marry, th'athversary was have pos-Discolour: and so, Montjoy, fare you well! session of the pridge: but he is enforced to retire, The sum of all our answer is but this : and the duke of Exeter is master of the pridge: I can We would not seek a battle, as we are; tell your majesty, the duke is a prave man.
Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, and Soldiers. Flu. Got pless your majesty!
K. Hen. How now, Fluellen? camest thou from the bridge?
K. Hen. What men have you lost, Fluellen?
Nor, as we are, we say, we will not shun it:
So tell your master.
Mont. I shall deliver so. Thanks to your highness.
the Duke of ORLEANS, Dauphin, and others.
Con. Tut! I have the best armour of the world.-'Would, it were day!
Orl. You have an excellent armour; but let my horse have his due.
Con. It is the best horse of Europe.
Dau. My lord of Orleans, and my lord high constable, you talk of horse and armour,
Orl. You are as well provided of both, as any prince in the world.
Con. I could make as true a boast as that, if I had
Dau. What a long night is this! — I will not change my horse with any that treads but on four pasterns. Ca, ha! He bounds from the earth, as if his entrails were hairs: le cheval volant, the Pegasus, qui a les narines de feu! When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk he trots the air; the earth sings, when he touches it: the basest horn of his hoofis more musical, than the pipe of Hermes.
Dau. Le chien est retourné à son propre vomissement, et la truie lavée au bourbier: thou makest use of any thing.
Con. Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress; or any such proverb, so little kin to the purpose. Ram. My lord constable, the armour that I saw in your tent to-night, are those stars, or suns, upon it? Con. Stars, my lord.
Orl. He's of the colour of the nutmeg. Dau. And of the heat of the ginger. It is a beast for Perseus he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness, while his rider mounts him: he is, indeed, a horse; and all other jades you may call-beasts.
Con. Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and excellent horse.
Dau. It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage.
Orl. No more, cousin.
Dau. Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope.
Dau.'Would, I were able to load him with his desert! Will it never be day? I will trot to-morrow a mile, and my way shall be paved with English faces. Con. I will not say so, for fear I should be faced out of my way but I would it were morning, for I would fain be about the ears of the English. Ram. Who will go to hazard with me for twenty English prisoners?
Dau. Nay, the man hath no wit, that cannot, from the rising of the lark to the lodging of the lamb, vary deserved praise on my palfrey: it is a theme as fluent as the sea; turn the sands into eloquent tongues, and my horse is argument for them all: 'tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on, and for a sovereign's sovereign to ride on; and for the world (familiar to us, and unknown,) to lay apart their particular functions, and wonder at him. I once writ a sonnet in his praise, and began thus: Wonder of nature,
Con. You must first go yourself to hazard, ere you have them.
Orl. I have heard a sonnet begin so to one's mistress. Dau. Then did they imitate that which I composed to my courser ; for my horse is my mistress. Orl. Your mistress bears well. Dau. Me well; which is the prescript praise and perfection of a good and particular mistress. Con. Mafoy! the other day, methought, your mistress shrewdly shook your back. Dau. So, perhaps, did yours. Con. Mine was not bridled.
Dau. O then, belike, she was old and gentle; and you rode, like a Kerne of Ireland, your French hose off, and in your strait trossers.
Dau. 'Tis midnight, I'll go arm myself.
Con. Swear by her foot, that she may tread out the oath.
Orl. He is, simply, the most active gentleman of France.
Con. You have good judgment in horsemanship. Dau. Be warned by me then they, that ride so, and ride not warily, fall into foul bogs; I had rather have my horse to my mistress.
Con. I had as lief have my mistress a jade. Dau. I tell thee,constable,my mistress wears her own hair.
Con. Doing is activity: and he will still be doing.
Orl. I know him to be valiant.
Con. I was told that, by one that knows him better than you.
Orl. What's he?
Con. Marry, he told me so himself: and he said, he cared not who knew it.
Orl. He needs not, it is no hidden virtue in him. Con. By my faith, sir, but it is; never any body saw it, but his lackey: 'tis a hooded valour; and, when it appears, it will bate.
Orl. Ill-will never said well.
Con. I will cap that proverb with --There is flattery in friendship.
Orl. And I will take up that withhis due.
Give the devil
Con. Well placed; there stands your friend for the devil: have at the very eye of that proverb, with— A pox of the devil.
Orl. You are the better at proverbs, by how much—
A fool's bolt is soon shot.
Con. You have shot over.
Orl. 'Tis not the first time you were overshot.
king of England, to mope with his fat-brained followers so far out of his knowledge!
Con.If the English had any apprehension, they would
Orl. That they lack; for if their heads had any intellectual armour, they could never wear such heavy head-pieces.
Behold, as may unworthiness define,
Ram. That island of England breeds very valiant creatures; their mastiff's are of unmatchable courage. Orl. Foolish curs! that run winking into the mouth SCENE I. of a Russian bear, and have their heads crushed like The English camp at Agincourt. rotten apples. You may as well say, that's a valiant Enter King HENRY, BEDFORD, and GLOSTER. flea, that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. K. Hen. Gloster, 'tis true, that we are in great danger; Con. Just, just; and the men do sympathize with The greater therefore should our courage be.the mastiffs, in robustious and rough coming on, leav-Good-morrow, brother Bedford!—God Almighty! ing their wits with their wives: and then give them There is some soul of goodness in things evil, great meals of beef, and iron and steel, they will eat Would men observingly distil it out; like wolves, and fight like devils. For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Which is both healthful, and good husbandry: Besides, they are our outward consciences, And preachers to us all; admonishing, That we should dress us fairly for our end. Thus may we gather honey from the weed, And make a moral of the devil himself.
Orl. Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of beef. Con. Then we shall find to-morrow-they have only stomachs to eat, and none to fight. Now is it time to arm. Come, shall we about it?
Orl. It is now two o'clock: but, let me see,-by ten, We shall have each a hundred Englishmen. [Exeunt.
Chor. Now entertain conjecture of a time,
From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night,
The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll,
So tediously away. The poor condemned English,
Sit patiently, and inly ruminate
The morning's danger; and their gesture sad,
His liberal eye doth give to every one,
K. Hen. 'Tis good for men to love their present pains,
[Exeunt Gloster and Bedford.
Go with my brothers to my lords of England:
And then I would no other company.'
K. Hen. God-a-mercy, old heart, thou speakest
Pist, Qui va là?
K. Hen. A friend.
Pist. Discuss unto me; art thou officer?
Of parents good, of fist most valiant:
I kiss his dirty shoe, and from my heart-strings
I love the lovely bully. What's thy name?
Pist. Le Roy! a Cornish name; art thou of Cor-
K. Hen. No, I am a Welshman.
Pist. Knowest thou Fluellen?
K. Hen. Yes.
Pist. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate,
Upon Saint Davy's day.
him here alone; howsoever you speak this, to feel K. Hen. Do not you wear your dagger in your cap other men's minds. Methinks, I could not die any that day, lest he knock that about yours. where so contented, as in the king's company; his cause being just, and his quarrel honourable. Will. That's more than we know.
Pist. Art thou his friend?
K. Hen. And his kinsman too.
Pist. The figo for thee then!
K. Hen. I thank you: God be with you!
K. Hen. It sorts well with your fierceness.
Gow. Captain Fluellen!
Bates. Ay, or more than we should seek after;
Will. But, if the cause be not good, the king him-
Flu. So! in the name of Cheshu Christ, speak low-legs, and arms, and heads, chopped off in a battle,
Gow. Why, the enemy is loud; you heard him all night.
Flu. If the enemy is an ass and a fool, and a pra-
Gow. I will speak lower.
Enter BATES, COURT, and WILLIAMS.
hind them; some, upon the debts they owe; some,
K. Hen. So, if a son, that is by his father sent about merchandise, do sinfully miscarry upon the sea, the imputation of his wickedness, by your rule, should be imposed upon his father, that sent him: or if a servant, under his master's command, transporting a sum of money, be assailed by robbers, and die in many irreconciled iniquities, you may call the business of the master the author of the servant's damnation. · But this is not so: the king is not bound to answer the particular endings of his soldiers, the father of his
Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the morn-son, nor the master of his servant; for they puring, which breaks yonder?
Bates. I think it be: but we have no great cause to desire the approach of day.
Will. We see youder the beginning of the day, but, I think, we shall never see the end of it. Who goes there?
K. Hen. A friend.
pose not their death, when they purpose their services. Besides, there is no king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to the arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all unspotted soldiers. Some, peradventure, have on them the guilt of premeditated and contrived murder; some, of beguiling virgins with the broken seals of perjury; some, making the wars their bulwark, that have before gored the gentle bosom of peace with pillage and robbery. Now, if these men gen-have defeated the law, and outrun native punishment, though they can outstrip men, they have no wings to fly from God: war is his beadle, war is his vengeance; so that here men are punished, for before-breach Bates. He hath not told his thought to the king? of the king's laws, in now the king's quarrel: where K. Hen. No; nor it is not meet he should. For, they feared the death, they have borne life away; and, though I speak it to you, I think, the king is but a where they would be safe, they perish. Then if they man, as I am: the violet smells to him, as it doth die unprovided, no more is the king guilty of their to me; the element shows to him, as it doth to me; damnation, than he was before guilty of those impie all his senses have but human conditions: his cere- ties for the which they are now visited. Every submonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a ject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is man; and though his affections are higher mounted his own. Therefore should every soldier in the wars than ours, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with the do as every sick man in his bed, wash every mote out like wing; therefore, when he sees reason of fears, as of his conscience: and dying so, death is to him adwe do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish vantage; or not dying, the time was blessedly lost, as ours are. Yet, in reason, no man should possess wherein such preparation was gained: and in him him with any appearance of fear, lest he, by showing that escapes, it were not sin to think, that making it, should dishearten his army. God so free an offer, he let him outlive that day to Bates. He may show what outward courage he see his greatness, and to teach others how they will: but, I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could should prepare. wish himself in the Thames up to the neck; and so I would he were, and I by him, at all adventures, so we were quit here.
Will. Under what captain serve you?
K. Hen. By my troth, I will speak my conscience of the king; I think, he would not wish himself any where but where he is.
Bates. Then, 'would he were here alone; so should he be sure to be ransomed, and a many poor men's lives saved.
K. Hen. I dare say, you love him not so ill, to wish
upon his own head, the king is not to answer for it. Will. 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the illis
Bates. I do not desire he should answer for me; yet I determine to fight lustily for him. K. Hen. I myself heard the king say, he would not be ransomed.
Will. Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheerfully but, when our throats are cut, he may be ransomed, and we ne'er the wiser.