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But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,
' Whose ruin you have sought, that to her lawi

We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence,

Poor miserable wretches, to your death ;

The taste whereof, God, of his mercy, give you

Patience to endure, and true repentance
i Of all your dear offences Bear them hence.

[Exeunt Conspirator*, guarded.
i Now, lords, for France; the enterprise whereof

Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.
, We doubt not of a fair and lucky war,
I Since God so graciously hath brought to light

This dangerous treason, lurking in our way
i To hinder our beginnings : we doubt not now,

But every rub is smoothed on our way.

' Then, forth, dear countrymen : let us deliver
Our puissance into the hand of God,

Putting it straight in expedition.

Cheerly



KING HENRY V.



ACT ii. Sc. in.



Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance:
No king of England, if not king of France.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III. London. Mrs. QuicMy's House
in Eastcheap.

Enter Pistol, Mrs. Quickly, Nym, Bardolph,
and Boy.

Quickly.

Pry'thee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring
thee to Staines.

Pistol.

No; for my manly heart doth yearn.
Bardolph, be blithe; Nym, rouse thy vaunting

veins ;

Boy, bristle thy courage up; for FalstajfFhe is
And we must yearn therefore. [dead,

Bardolph.

'Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is,
either in heaven, or in hell.
Quickly.

Nay, sure, he's not in hell : he's in Arthur's
bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom.
'A made a fhier end, and went away, an it had
been any christom child ; 'a parted ev'n just be-
tween twelve and one, ev'n at the turning o' the
tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets,
and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's
end, I knew there was but one way; for his nose
was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green
fields. How now, sir John? quoth I: what,
man ! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out God,
God, God 1 three or four times : now I, to com-
fort him, bid him, a' should not think of God;
I hoped, there was no need to trouble himself
with any such thoughts yet. So, 'a bade me lay
more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into
the bed, and felt them, and they were as cold as
any stone ; then I felt to his knees, and so up-
ward, and upward, and all was as cold as any
stone.

Nym.
They say, he cried out of sack.

Quickly.
Ay, that 'a did.

Bardolph.
And of women.

Quickly.
Nay, that 'a did not.

Boy.

Yes, that 'a did; and said, they were devils
incarnate.

Quickly.

'A could never abide carnation ; 'twas a colour
he never liked.

Boy.

'A said once, the devil would have him about
women.

Quickly.

'A did in some sort, indeed, handle women ;
but then he was rheumatic, and talked of the
whore of Babylon.

Boy.

Do you not remember, 'a saw a flea stick upon
Bardolph's nose, and a' said it was a black soul
burning in hell ?

Bardolph.

Well, the fuel is gone that maintained that
fire : that's all the riches I got in his service.

Nym.

Shall we shog? the king will be gone from
Southampton.



Pistol.

Come, let's away. My love, give me thy lips.
Look to my chattels, and my moyeables :
Let senses rule; the word is, " Pitch and pay;"
Trust none; [cakes.

For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer -
And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck :
Therefore, cavelo be thy counsellor.
Go, clear thy crystals Yoke-fellows in arms.
Let us to France : like horse-leeches, my boys,
To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck !

Boy.
And that is but unwholesome food, they say.

Pistol.
Touch her soft mouth, and march.

Bardolph.
Farewell, hostess. [ Kissing her.

Nym.
I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it ; but

adieU " Pistol.

Let housewifery appear: keep close, I thee
command.

Quickly.
Farewell; adieu.

SCENE IV. France. A Room in the French
King's Palace.

Flourish. Enter the French King attended ;

the Dauphin, the Duke of Burgundy, the

Constable, and others.

French King.

Thus come the English with full power upon
And more than carefully it us concerns, [us,
To answer royally in our defences.
Therefore the dukes of Berry, and of Bretagne,
Of Brabant, and of Orleans, shall make forth,
And you, prince Dauphin, with all swift de-
spatch,

To line, and new repair, our towns of war
With men of courage, and with means defendant :
For England his approaches makes as fierce,
As waters to the sucking of a gulph.
It fits us, then, to be as provident
As fear may teach us, out of late examples
Left by the fatal and neglected English
Upon our fields.

Dauphin.

My most redoubted father,
It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe ;
For peace itself should not so dull a kingdom.
(Though war, nor no known quarrel, were in

question)

I But that defences, musters, preparations,
Should be maintain'd, assembled, and collected
As were a war in expectation.
Therefore, I say, 'tis meet we all go forth,
To view the sick and feeble, parts of France :
And let us do it with no show of fear ;
No, with no more, than if we heard that England
Were basied with a M hitsun morris dance :
For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd,
Her sceptre so fantastically borne
By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth,
That fear attends her not.

Constable.

O peace, prince Dauphin I
You are too much mistaken in this king.
Question your grace the late ambassadors,
With what great state he heard their embassy,
How well supplied with noble counsellors,
How modest in exception, and, withal,
How terrible in constant resolution,

And



ACT ii. Sc. iv.



KING HENRY V.



And you shall find, his vanities forespent
Wi'iv hut the outside of the Roman tirutus,
Covering discretion with a coat of folly ;
As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots

iThat shall first spring, and be most delicate.

Dauphin.
Well, tls not so, my lord high constable ;

{But though we think it so, it is no matter :
In o;ises of defence, 'tis best to weigh
The enemy more mighty than he seems,

i So the proportions of defence are fill'd ;
Which, of a weak and niggardly projection,

{Doth like a miser, spoil his coat, with scanting
A little cloth.

French King.

Think we king Harry strong ;
And, princes, look, you strongly arm to meet

him.

The kindred of him hath been flesh 'd upon us,
And he is bred out of that bloody strain,
That haunted us in our familiar paths :
Witness our too much memorable shame,
When Creasy battle fatally was struck,
And all our princes captiv'd, by the hand
Of that black name, Edward black prince of

Wales }
Whiles that his mountain sire,-on mountain

standing,

Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,
Saw his heroical seed, and smil'd to see him,
Mangle the work of nature, and deface
The patterns that by God, and by French fathers,
Had twenty years been made. This is a stem
Of that victorious stock ; and let us fear
The native mightiness and fate of him.

Enter a Messenger.

Messenger.

Ambassadors from Harry King of England
Do crave admittance to your majesty.

French King.

We'll give them present audience. Go and
bring them.

[Lxeunt Messengers and certain Lordt.
You see, this chase is hotly follow'd, friends.
Dauphin.



Most spend their mouths, when what they seem



And when you find him evenly derlv'd
From his most fam'd of famous ancestors,



Turn head, and stop pursuit ; for coward dogs

ir mouths,
to threaten



Runs far before them. Good my sovereign,
Take up the English short, and let them know
Of what a monarchy you are the head :
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
As self-neglecting.

Re-enter Lords, with Exeter and Train.
French King.
From our brother of England f

Exeter.

From him; and thus he greets your majesty.
He wills you, in the name of God Almighty,
That you divest yourself, and lay apart
The borrow'd glories, that by gift of heaven,
By law of nature, and of nations, 'long
To him, and to his heirs ; namely, the crown,
And all \\ ide-stretched honours that pertain,
By custom and the ordinance of times, [know,
Unto the crown of France. That you may
'Tis no sinister, nor no awkward claim,
Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd
Nor from the dust of old oblivion rak'd, [days,
He sends you this most memorable line,

[Gives a pedigree.

In every branch trulv demonstrative;
Willing you overlook this pedigree,



Kdirard the third, he bids you then resign
Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held
From him, the native and true challenger.
French King.

Or else what follows?

Exeter.

Bloody constraint ; for if you hide the crown
Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it :
Therefore, in fierce tempest is he coming.
In thunder, and in earthquake, like a Jove,
That, if requiring fail, he will compel :
And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord,
Deliver up the crown, and to take mercy
On the poor souls, for whom this hungry war
Opens his vasty jaws ; and on your head
Turning the widows' tears, the orphans' criea,
The dead men's blood, the pining maidens'

groans,

For husbands, fathers, and betrothed lovers,
That shall be swallow'd in this controversy.
This is his claim, his threat'ning, and my mes-
sage ;

Unless the Dauphin be In presence here,
To whom expressly I bring greeting too.

French King.

For us, we will consider of this farther:
To-morrow shall you bear our full intent
Back to our brother of England.
Dauphin.

For the Dauphin,

I stand here for him : what to him from Eng-
land?

Exeter.

Scorn, and defiance, slight regard, contempt,
And any thing that may not misbecome
The mighty sender, doth he prize you at.
j Thus says my king: and, if your father's hlgh-
1 Do not, in grant of all demands at large, [ness
Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty,
He'll call you to so hot an answer of it,
That caves and womby vaultages of France
Shall chide your trespass, and return your mock
In second accent of his ordinance.

Dauphin.

Say, if my father render fair return,
It is against my will ; for 1 desire
Nothing but odds with England : to that end,
As matching to his youth and vanity,
I did present him with the Paris balls.

Exeter.

He'll make your Pan's Louvre shake for it,
Were it the mistress court of mignty Europe :
And, be assur'd, you'll find a difference,
As we his subjects have in wonder found.
Between the promise of his greener days,
And these he masters now. Now he weighs

time,

Even to the utmost grain ; that you shall read
In your own losses, ii he stay in France.

French King.
To-morrow shall you know our mind at full.

Exeter.

Despatch us with all speed, lest that our king
Come here himself to question our delay,
For he is footed in this land already.

French King.

You shall be soon despatcn'd with fair con-
ditions.

A night is but small breath, and little pause,
To answer matters of this consequence



5 o6



KING HENRY V.



ACT in. Sc. i.



ACT III.

Enter Chorut.
Chorus.



Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof,
Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought,
And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument.
Dishonour not your mothers : now attest,
That those whom you call'd fathers did begvt
Be copy now to men of grosser blood, [you .
And teach them how to war And you, good
yeomen,



nXSSSSSrSSS.** ,ouK That J^,w* you, breeding; which I

For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot :
Follow your spirit ; and upon this charge,
Cry God for Harry I England! and Saint

George I

[Exeunt Alarum, and Chambers go off.

SCENE II. The same.

Forces pass over ; then enter Nym, Bardolph,
Pistol, and Boy.

Bardolph.
On, on, on, on, on 1 to the breach, to the



The well-appointed king at Hampton pier
Embark his royalty ; and his brave fleet [ning :
With silken streamers the young Phoebus fan-
Play with your fancies, and in them behold,
Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing ;
Hear the shrill whistle, which doth order give
To sounds confus'd : behold the threaden sails,
Borne with th' invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow' d

sea,

Breasting the lofty surge. O ! do but think,
You stand upon the rivage, and behold
A city on th' inconstant billows dancing ;
For so appears this fleet majestical, [low !

Holding due course to Harfieur. Follow, fol- ;
Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy ; ; breach !



.Nym.



And leave your England, as dead midnight still, 1

Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old women, ! Pray thee, corporal, stay : the knocks are too

Either past, or not arriv'd to, pith and puis- hot ; and for mine own part, I have not a case



For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd
With one appearing hair, that will not follow
These cull'd and choice-drawn cavaliers to j
France? [siege: ]



I of lives : the humour of it is too hot, that is the
j very plain-song of it.

Pistol.

The plain song is most just, for humours do
abound ;



Work, work your thoughts, and therein see a , Knocks go and come, God's vassals drop and
Behold the ordnance on their carriages, ' And swor( j an a shield, [die j

With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfteur. \ ln bloody field



Suppose, th' ambassador from the French comes

back;

Tells Harry that the king doth offer him
Katharine his daughter ; and with her, to dowry,
Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms.
The offer likes not : and the nimble gunner
With linstock now the devilish cannon touches,
[Alarum ; and Chambers go off.
And down goes all before them. Still be kind,
And eke out our performance with your mind.

[Exit.

SCENE I. France. Before Harfteur.

Alarums. Enter King Henry, Exeter, Bedford,

Glotler, and Soldiers, with Scaling Ladders.
King Heury.

Ouce more unto the breach, dear friends, once

more ;

Or close the wall up with our English dead !
In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man,
As modest stillness, and humility ;
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger :
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage :
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect ;
Let it pry through the portage of the head,
Like the brass cannon ; let the brow o'er whelm
As fearfully, as doth a galled rock [it,

O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,

Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. , -..- -. ., -

Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide ; they three, though they would serve me, could



Doth win immortal fame.

Boy.

Would I were in an alehouse in London! I
would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and
safety.

Pistol.

If wishes would prevail with me,
My purpose should not fail with me,
But thither would 1 hie.

As duly, but not as truly, as bird doth sing on
bough.

Enter Fluellen.

Fluellen.

Up to the preach, you dogs! avaunt, you
illions !



culli



[Driving them forward.



Be merciful, great duke, to men of mould !
Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage ;
Abate thy rage, great duke ! [sweet chuck !
Good bawcock, bate thy rage; use lenity,

These be good humours'! your honour wins
bad humours.

[Exeunt Nym, Pistol, and Bardolph, fol-
lowed by Fluellen.

As young as I am, I ha^'e observed these three
swashers. I am boy to them all three, but all



Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit
To his lull height! On, on, you noblest En-
glish I



not be man to me; for, indeed, three such
antics do not amount to a man. For Bardolph,
he is white-livered, and red-faced; by the

means



Al'l III. &'. II.



KING HENRY V.



507



means whereof, 'a faces it out, but fights not.
For /'/.-/lY, he hath a killing tongue, and a quirt
swm-d ; by the means whereof 'a breaks words,
and ki-cps whole weapons. For A'y'". he hath
heard, th.it men of few words are the best men ;
and therefore he scorns to say his prayers, lest
'a should be thought a coward : but his few
bad words are match'd with as few good deeds ;
for 'a never broke any man's head but his own,
and that was against a post when he was drunk.
They will steal any thing, and call it purchase.
Knrdolph stole a lute-case ; bore it twelve
leagues, and sold it for three halfpence. ,Vy//i
and Bardolph are swom brothers in niching,
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 handkerchiefs :
which makes much against my manhood, if I
should take from another's pocket, to put into
mine, for it is plain pocketing up of wrongs. I
must leave them, and seek some better service :
their villainy goes against my weak stomach,
and therefore 1 must cast it up. [Exit Boy

He-enter Fluellen, Gower following.

Gower.

Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to
I the mines: the duke of Gloster would sp'eak
: ( with you.

Fluellen.

! To the mines ; tell you the duke, it is not so

igood to come to the mines ! for, look you, the

! > mines is not according to the disciplines of the

[war : the concavities of it is not sufficient ; for,

,ook you, th* athversary (you may discuss unto

;he duke, look you) is digged himself four yards

under the countermines. By Cheshu, I think, 'a

will plow up all, if there is not better directions.

Oower.

The duke of Gkster, to whom the order of
th? siege is given, fs altogether directed by an
Irishman ; a very valiant gentleman, i'faith.

Fluellen.
It is captain Macmorris, is it not ?

Cower.
I think it be.

Fluellen.

By Cheksu, he is an ass, as in the world. I
will verify as much in his peard : he has no
more directions in the true disciplines of the
wars, look you, of the Roman disciplines, than
is a puppy-dog.

Enter ifacmorris and Jamy, at a distance.

Gower.

Here 'a comes ; and the Scots captain, captain
Ja>y, with him.

Fluellen.

Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous gentle-
man, that is certain ; and of great expedition,
and knowledge in the ancient wars, upon my
particular knowledge of his directions : by Che-
situ, 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, gude day, captain Fluellen.

Fluellen.

God-den to your worship, goot captain
James.

Gower.

How now, captain Macmorris ! have you quit
the mines 'f have the pioneers given o'er 'f



Macmorris.

i By Chrish la, tish 111 done: the work ish plve
'over, the trumpet sound the retreat. By my
hand, I swear, and my father's soul, the work
ish ill done; it ish give over: I would have
' blowed up the town, so Chrish save me, la, in an
'hour. O ! tish ill done, tish ill done: by my
! hand, tish ill done.

Fiuollen.

Captain Macmorris, I peseeeh 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 commu-
nication ; partly, to satisfy my opinion, and
; partly, for the satisfaction, look you, of my
j mind, as touching the direction of the military
: discipline : that is the point.

Jamy.

' It sail be very gude, gude feith, gude captains
bath: and I sail quit you with gude leve, as I
1 may pick occasion ; that sail I, marry.

Macmorrli.

It is no time to discourse, so Chrish save me.
The day is hot, and the weather, and the wars,
! and the king, and the dukes ; it is no time to
discourse. The town is beseeched, and the
trumpet calls us to the breach, and we talk, and,
by Chrtsh, do nothing : 'tis shame for us all ;
so God sa' me, 'tis shame to stand still ; it is
shame, by my hand : and there is throats to be
cut, and.works to be done, and there ish nothing
done, so Chrish sa' me, la.

Janiy.

By the mess, ere these eyes of mine take
themselves to slumber, aile do gude service, or
aile lig i' the grund for it ; ay, or go to death ;
and aile pay it as valorously as I may, that sal I
surely do, that is the brief and the long.
Marry, I wad full fain heard some question
'tween you tway.

Fluellcn.

Captain Macmorris, 1 think, look you, under
your correction, there is not many of your
nation

Macmorrit.

Of my nation I What ish my nation ? ish a
villain, and a bastard, and a knave, and a rascal ?
What ish my nation ? \Vho talks of my nation ?

Fluellen.

Look you, if you take the matter otherwise
than is meant, captain Macmorris, perad-
venture, I shall think you do not use me with
that affability as in discretion you ought to use
me, look you ; being as goot a man as yourself,
both in the disciplines of wars, and in the de-
rivation of my birth, and in other particularities.

Macmorrli.

i I do not know you so good a man as myself:
so Chrish save me, 1 will cut off your head.

Gower.

Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.

Jamy.
Au ! that's a foul fault. [A park-y sounded.

Gower.
The town sounds a parley.

riu.-llen.

Captain Macmorris, when there is more better

opportunity to be required, look you, I will be

so bold as to tell you, 1 know the disciplines of

wars ; and there is an end. [Exeunt.

SCENE



5 o8



KING HENRY V.



ACT in. Sc. in.



SCENE III. The same. Before the Gates of
Harfleur.

The Governor and some Citizens on the Walls ;

the English Forces below. Enter King Henry

and his Train.

King Henry

How yet resolves the governor of the town ?
This is the latest parle we will admit :
Therefore, to our best mercy give yourselves,
3r, like to men proud of destruction,
Defy us to our worst ; for, as 1 am a soldier,
A name that in my thoughts becomes me best,
f I begin the battery once again,

will not leave the half-achieved Harft<-ur,
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,
n liberty of bloody hand shall range
tVith conscience wide as hell, mowing like grass
Your fresh-fair virgins, and your flowering
What is it then to me, if impious war, [infants.
Arrayed in flames like to the prince of fiends,
Jo, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats
Snlink'd to waste and desolation ?
What is't to me, when you yourselves are cause,
!f your pure maidens fall into the hand
3f hot and forcing violation ?
What rein can hold licentious wickedness,
When down the hill he holds his fierce career ?
We may as bootless spend our vain command
Upon tn' enraged soldiers in their spoil,
As send precepts to the Leviathan .[fleur,

To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Har-
Take pity of your town, and of your people,
Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command ;
Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace
O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds
3f heady murder, spoil, and villainy.
If not, why in a moment look to see
The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand
Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daugh-
Your fathers taken by the silver beards, [ters ;
And their most reverend heads dash'd to the

walls;

Your naked infants spitted upon pikes, [fus'd
Whiles the mad mothers with their howls con-
Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry
At Herod'6 bloody-hunting slaughtermen.
What say you ? will you yield, and this avoid ?
Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd ?
Governor.

Our expectation hath this day an end.
The Dauphin, whom of succour we entreated,
Returns us that his powers are yet not ready
To raise so great a siege. Therefore, great king,
We yield our town and lives to thy soft mercy.
Enter our gates ; dispose of us, and ours,
For we no longer are defensible.
King Henry.

Open your gates !_Come, uncle Exeter,
Go you and enter Harfleur ; there remain,
And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French :
Use mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle,
The winter coming on, and sickness growing
Upon our soldiers, we will retire to Calais.
To-night in Harfleur will we be your guest ;
To-morrow for the march are we addrest.

[Flourish. The King, &c. enter the town.

SCENE IV. Rouen. A Room in the Palace.
Enter Katharine and Alice.

Katharine.

Alice, tu an estc en Anglcterre, el fu paries
bien le langage.



Alice.
Un peu, madame.

Katharine.

Je te prie, m'enseigniex; il faut que fap-
prenne a purler. Comment appellez vous la
main, en Anglais ?

Alice.
La main f ette est appellee, de hand.

Katharine.

Dehand. Et les doigts f
Alice.

Les doigts? may fi>y,je oublie les doigts ; mats
je me souvicndray. Les doigts ? je pense, qu'ils
sont appelle de fingres ; otty, de fingres.

Katharine.

La main, de hand ; les doigts, de fingres. Je
pense, que je suis le ban escolier. fay gagnt
deux mots d'Anglois vistement. Comment ap-



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