toil;

And labour shall refresh itself with hope,
To do your grace incessant services.

K. Hen. We judge no less.-Uncle of Exe-
Enlarge the man committed yesterday,
(ter,
That rail'd against our person: we consider,
It was excess of wine that set him on;
And, on his more advice, we pardon him.

Scroop. That's mercy, but too much security: Let him be punish'd, sovereign; lest example Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind. K. Hen. O, let us yet be merciful.

Cam. So may your highness, and yet punish

too.

Grey. Sir, you show great mercy, if you give him life, After the taste of much correction.

K. Hen. Alas, your too much love and care of me

Are heavy orisonst 'gainst this poor wretch. If little faults, proceeding on distemper, Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye, [digested,

When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and Appear before us?-We'll yet enlarge that man, Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey, in their dear care,

And tender preservation of our person,

Thou, that didst bear the key of all my coun-
sels,
That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
That almost might'st have coin'd me into gold,
Would'st thou have practis'd on me for thy use?
May it be possible, that foreign hire
Could out of thee extract one spark of evil,
That might annoy my finger? 'tis so strange,
That, though the truth of it stands off as gross
As black from white, my eye will scarcely see
Treason and murder, ever kept together, [it.
As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose,
Working so grossly in a natural cause,
That admiration did not whoop at them:
But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in
Wonder, to wait on treason, and on murder:
And whatsoever cunning fiend it was,
That wrought upon thee so preposterously,
H'ath got the voice in hell for excellence:
And other devils, that suggest by treasons,
Do botch and bungle up damnation
[fetch'd
With patches, colours, and with forms being
From glistering semblances of piety;
But he, that temper'd* thee, bade thee stand up,
Gave thee no instance why thou should'st do
treason,

Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.
If that same demon, that hath gull'd thee thus,

French causes;

Who are the late commissioners?

Cam. I one, my lord;

Your highness bade me ask for it to-day.
Scroop. So did you me, my liege.
Grey. And me, my royal sovereign.

K. Hen. Then, Richard, earl of Cambridge, there is yours;-

There yours, lord Scroop of Masham;-and,
Sir knight,
Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours:-
Read them; and know, I know your worthi-
[ter,
My lord of Westmoreland, and uncle Exe-
We will aboard to-night.-Why, how now

ness.

gentlemen ?

What see you in those papers, that you lose So much complexion?-look ye, how they [there,

change!

Their cheeks are paper.-Why, what read you That hath so cowarded and chas'd your blood Out of appearance?

Cam. I do confess my fault;

And do submit me to your highness' mercy.
Grey. Scroop. To which we all appeal.
K. Hen. The mercy, that was quický in us

but late,

By your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd: You must not dare, for shame, to talk of

mercy;

For your own reasons turn into your bosoms,
As dogs upon their masters, worrying them. -
See you, my princes, and my noble peers,
These English monsters! My lord of Cam-
bridge here,—

You know, how apt our love was, to accord
To furnish him with all appertinents
Belonging to his honour; and this man
Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspir'd,
And sworn unto the practices of France,
To kill us here in Hampton: to the which,
This knight, no less for bounty bound to us
Than Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn-
But O!
[cruel,

What shall I say to thee, lord Scroop; thou
Better information,
1 Lately appointed.

+ Prayers, Living.

world,

learned?

He might return to vasty Tartar‡ back,
And tell the legions-I can never win
A soul so easy as that Englishman's.
O, how hast thou with jealousy infected
The sweetness of affiance! Show men dutiful?
Why, so didst thou: Seem they grave and
[mily?
Why, so didst thou: Come they of noble fa-
Why, so didst thou: Seem they religious?
Why, so didst thou: Or are they spare in diet;
Free from gross passion, or of mirth, or anger;
Constant in spirit, not swerving with the
blood;

Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement;§
Not working with the eye, without the ear,
And, but in purged judgement trusting neither?
Such, and so finely bolted,|| didst thou seem:
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot,
To mark the full-fraught man, and best in-
dued,

With some suspicion. I will weep for thee;
For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
Another fall of man. Their faults are open,
Arrest them to the answer of the law;-
And God acquit them of their practices!

Exe. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Richard earl of Cambridge.

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Henry lord Scroop of Masham.

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Thomas Grey, knight of Northumberland. Scroop. Our purposes God justly hath dis

cover'd;

And I repent my fault, more than my death; Which I beseech your highness to forgive, Although my body pay the price of it.

Cam. For me, the gold of France did not

seduce;

Although I did admit it as a motive,
The sooner to effect what I intended:
But God be thanked for prevention;
Which I in suflerance heartily will rejoice,
Beseeching God, and you, to pardon me.
Grey. Never did faithful subject more rejoice
* Rendered thee pliable. + Pace, step. 1 Tartarus.
Accomplishment.
Endowed,

At the discovery of most dangerous treason, Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself, Prevented from a damned enterprize:

My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign. K. Hen. God quit you in his mercy! Hear your sentence.

You have conspir'd against our royal person, Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his coffers

Receiv'd the golden earnest of our death;

Quick. 'A did in some sort, indeed, handle women: but then he was rheumatic; and

slaughter,

His princes and his peers to servitude,

His subjects to oppression and contempt,
And his whole kingdom unto desolation.
Touching our person, seek we no revenge;
But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,
Whose ruin you three sought, that to her laws
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

[of

Of all your dear offences!-Bear them hence.
[Exeunt Conspirators, guarded.
Now, lords, for France; the enterprize where-
Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.
We doubt not of a fair and lucky war;
Since God so graciously hath brought to light
This dangerous treason, lurking in our way,
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 to sea; the signs of war advance:
No king of England, if not king of France.

[Exeunt.

Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is And we must yearn therefore.

[dead,

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

Quick. Nay, sure, he's not in hell; he's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. 'A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at turning o'the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, 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! three or four times: now 1, to comfort 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 upward, and upward, and all was as cold as any stone. Nym. They say, he cried out of sack. Quick. Ay, that 'a did.

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-fire?

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

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

Pist. Come, let's away. My love, give me

thy lips.

Look to my chattels, and my moveables:
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 caveto be thy counsellor.
Go, clear thy crystals.t-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.

Pist. Touch her soft mouth, and march.
Bard. Farewell, hostess. [Kissing her.
Nym. I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it;

but adieu.

Pist. Let housewifery appear; keep close, I thee command.

Quick. Farewell; adieu.

[Exeunt.

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

Enter the FRENCH KING attended; the DAUPHIN, the Duke of BURGUNDY, the CONSTABLE, and others.

Fr. King. Thus come the English with full power upon us;

And more than carefully it us concerns, To answer royally in our defences. [ne, Therefore the dukes of Berry, and of BretagOf Brabant, and of Orleans, shall make forth, And you, prince Dauphin, with all swift despatch,

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.

Dau. 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,)

But that defences, musters, preparations,
Should be maintain'd, assembled, and collect-
As were a war in expectation.
[ed,
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;

* Mrs. Quickly means lunatic.

† Render it callous, insensible.

+ Dry thy eyeя.

No, with no more, than if we heard that Eng

land Were busied with a Whitsun 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.

Con. O peace, prince Dauphin!

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 you shall find, his vanities fore-spentt
Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus,
Covering discretion with a coat of folly;
As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots
That shall first spring, and be most delicate.

Dau. Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable,

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

Fr. 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 Cressy 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,一 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.

Mess. Ambassadors from Henry King of
England

Do crave admittance to your majesty.
Fr. King. We'll give them present audience.

Go, and bring them.

[Exeunt Mess. and certain LORDS. You see, this chase is hotly follow'd, friends. Dau. Turn head, and stop pursuit: for coward dogs

Most spend their mouths, when what they seem 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.
Fr. King. From our brother England?
Exe. From him; and thus he greets your
majesty.

He wills you, in the name of God Almighty,
That you divest yourself, and lay apart

objections. + Wasted, exhausted
† Lincage.

Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it:
And 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
Turns he the widows' tears, the orphans' cries,
The dead men's blood, the pining maidens'

Do not, in grant of all demands at large,
Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty,
He'll call you to so hot an answer for it,
That caves and womby vaultages of France
Shall chide your trespass, and return your
In second accent of his ordnance.
[mock

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

Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake

for it,

Were it the mistress court of mighty 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, [read Even to the utmost grain; which you shall In your own losses, if he stay in France. Fr. King. To-morrow shall you know ou mind at full.

* Resound, echo.

our king

Come here himself to question our delay; For he is footed in this land already.

with fair conditions:

Fr. King. You shall be soon despatch'd,

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

ACT III.

Enter CHORUS.

Chor. Thus with imagin'd wing our swift

scene flies,

[seen

In motion of no less celerity
Than that of thought. Suppose, that you have
The well-appointed king at Hampton pier
Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet [ning.
With silken streamers the young Phœbus 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 the invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd
Breasting the lofty surge: O, do but think,
You stand upon the rivage,* and behold
A city on the inconstant billows dancing;
For so appears this fleet majestical,
Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, fol-
[low!
mg
Grapple your minds to sternaget of this navy;
And leave your England, as dead midnight,
still,
[men,
Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old wo-
Either past, or not arriv'd to, pith and puis-

sea,

sance:

For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd With one appearing hair, that will not follow These cull'd and choise-drawn cavaliers to

France?

Work, work, your thoughts, and therein see a siege: Behold the ordnance on their carriages, With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur. Suppose, the ambassador from the French comes back;

doubt not;

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! England! and Saint
George!

[Exeunt. Alarum, and Chambers go off.

SCENE II.-The same.

Forces pass over; then enter NYM, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, and BΒΟΥ.

Bard. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the breach!

Nym. 'Pray thee, corporal, stay; 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.

Pist. The plain-song is most just; for humours do abound; [die;

dowry,

Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms.
The offer likes not: and the nimble gunner
With linstock now the devilish cannon

touches,

[Alarum; and Chamberss go of. And down goes all before them. Still be kind, And eke out our performance with your mind. [Exit.

SCENE I.-The same. Before Harfleur. Alarums. Enter King HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOSTER, and Soldiers, with Scaling Ladders.

K. Hen. Once 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:

* Bank or shore. + Sterns of the ships.
1 The staff which holds the match used in firing cannon.
Small pieces of ordnance.

Matter, subject. || Commander.

Nym. These be good humours!-your honour wins bad humours.

[Exeunt NYM, PISTOL, and BARDOLPH, followed by FLUELLEN.

Boy. As young as I am, I have observed three swashers. I am boy to them all three: but all they three, though they would serve me, could 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 whereof, 'a faces it out, but fights not. For Pistol, he hath a killing tongue, and a quiet sword; by the means whereof 'a breaks words, and keeps whole weapons. For Nym, he hath heard, that 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 matched 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. Bardolph stole a lute-case; bore it twelve leagues, and sold it for three halfpence. Nym, 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.t 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 villany goes against my weak stomach, and therefore I must cast it up. [Exit Boy.

Re-enter FLUELLEN, GOWER following. Gow. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines; the duke of Gloster would speak with you.

Flu. To the mines! tell you the duke, it is not so good 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, look you, th' athversary (you may discuss unto the duke, look you,) is dight himself four yards under the countermines: by Cheshu, I think, 'a will plows up all, if there is not better directions.

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

Flu. It is captain Macmorris, is it not?
Gow. I think, it be.

Flu. By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the 'orld: 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 MACMORRIS and JAMY, at a distance. Gow. Here 'a comes; and the Scots captain, captain Jamy, with him.

Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous gentleman, that is certain; and of great expedition, and knowledge, in the ancient wars, upon my particular knowledge of his directions: by Cheshu, he will maintain his argument as well as any military man in the 'orld, in the disciplines of the pristine wars of the Romans.

Jamy. I say, gud-day, captain Fluellen. Flu. God-den to your worship, goot captain Jamy.

* Bravest. + Pocket affronts, Digged, Blow

Gow. How, now, captain Macmorris? have you quit the mines? have the pioneers given o'er?

Mac. By Chrish la, tish ill done: the work ish give over, the trumpet sound the retreat By my hand, I swear, and by 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!

Flu. Captain Macmorris, I peseech you now, will you voutsafe 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, to satisfy my opinion, and partly, for the satisfaction, look you, of my mind, as touching the direction the military discipline; that is the point.

Jamy. It sall be very gud, gud seith, gud captains baith: and I sall quit you with gud leve, as I may pick occasion; that sall I, marry.

Mac. 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 Chrish, 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.

Jamy. By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine tak themselves to slumber, aile do gude ser vice, or aile ligge i'the grund for it; ay, or go to death; and aile pay it as valorously as I may, that sall I surely do, that is the breff and the long: Marry, I wad full fain heard some question 'tween you tway.

Flu. Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, under your correction, there is not many of your nation

Mac. Of my nation? What ish my nation? ish a villain, and a bastard, and a knave, and a rascal? What ish my nation? Who talks of my nation?

Flu. Look you, if you take the matter otherwise than is meant, captain Macmorris, peradventure, 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 derivation of my birth, and in other particularities.

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

Gow. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.

Jamy. Au! that's a foul fault.

[A Parley sounded.

Gow. The town sounds a parley. Flu. Captain Macmorris, when there is more better opportunity to be required, look you, I will be so hold as to tell you, I know the dis ciplines of war; and there is an end. [Exeunt SCENE III. The same. Before the Gates

Harfleur.

The GOVERNOR and some Citizens on the Walls; the English Forces below. Enter King HEN and his Train.

K. Hen. How yet resolves the governor o the town?

This is the latest parle we will admit: Therefore, to our best mercy give yourselves * Requite, answer.

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