Fr. King. For us, we will confider of this further: To-morrow fhall you bear our full intent

Back to our brother of England.

Dau. For the Dauphin,

I stand here for him; What to him from England?
Exe. Scorn, and defiance; flight regard, contempt,
And any thing that may not mifbecome

The mighty fender, doth he prize you at.
Thus fays my king: and, if your father's highness
Do not, in grant of all demands at large,
Sweeten the bitter mock you fent his, majesty,
He'll call you to fo hot an answer for it,
That caves and womby vaultages of France
Shall 'chide your trefpafs, and return your mock
In fecond accent of his ordinance.

Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply,
It is against my will: for I defire

Nothing but odds with England; to that end,
As matching to his youth and vanity,

I did present him with thofe Paris balls.

Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it,
Were it the mistress court of mighty Europe:
And, be affur'd, you'll find a difference,
(As we, his fubjects, have in wonder found)
Between the promise of his greener days,

And these he 'mafters now; now he weighs time,
Even to the utmost grain; which you shall read
In your own loffes, if he stay in France.

Fr. King. To-morrow you fhall know our mind at full.

[Flourish. Exe. Difpatch us with all fpeed, left that our king

Come here himself to queftion our delay;

For he is footed in this land already..

Fr. King. You fhall be foon difpatch'd, with fair con

ditions:

A night is but small breath, and little pause,
To anfwer matters of this confequence.

[Exeunt.

Cho. Thus with 'imagin'd wing our fwift fcene flies,
In motion of no lefs celerity

Than that of thought. Suppofe, that you have feen
The well-appointed king at Hampton pier
Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet

With filken ftreamers the young Phoebus fanning.
Play with your fancies; and in them behold,
Upon the hempen tackle, ship-boys climbing:
Hear the fhrill whistle, which doth order give
To founds confus'd: behold the threaden fails,
Borne with the invifible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd fea,
Breafting the lofty furge: O, do but think,
You stand upon the "rivage, and behold
A city on the inconftant billows dancing;
For fo appears this fleet majestical,

Holding due courfe to Harfleur. Follow, follow!

ม

imagin'd wing]-wing affifted by your imagination.

ivage,]-bank, or fhore.

Grapple

W

Grapple your minds to fternage of this navy;
And leave your England, as dead midnight, ftill,
Guarded with grandfires, babies, and old women,
Or past, or not arriv'd to, pith and puissance :
For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd
With one appearing hair, that will not follow
Thefe cull'd and choice-drawn cavaliers to France?
Work, work, your thoughts, and therein see a fiege;
Behold the ordinance on their carriages,

With fatal mouths gaping on 'girded Harfleur.
Suppose, the ambaffador 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 linftock now the devilish cannon touches,

[Alarum; and chambers go off. And down goes all before him. Still be kind, And eke out our performance with your mind.

[Exit.

Eater king Henry, Exeter, Bedford, Glofter, and foldiers, with Scaling ladders.

K. Henry. Once more unto the breach, dear friends,

once more;

'Or close the wall up with the English dead!

In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man,

Beerage.

* girded]-wall'd round.

▾ linftock]—the staff, whereto the match is fix'd, for firing off ord.

nance.

z chambers]-cannon.

Or clofe the wall up]-(Either win the town) Or, &c.

As

As modest stillness, and humility:

But when the blaft of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tyger;
Stiffen the finews, fummon 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'erwhelm it,
As fearfully, as doth a galled rock

O'er-hang and 'jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.

Now fet the teeth, and stretch the noftril wide;
Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit
To his full height !-On, on, you noblest English,
Whose blood is 'fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers, that, like fo many Alexanders,
Have, in these parts, from morn 'till even fought,
And sheath'd their fwords for lack of argument.
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest,

That thofe, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you!
Be copy now to men of groffer blood,

And teach them how to war!-And you, good yeomen,
Whose limbs were made in England, shew us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear

That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt not;
For there is none of you fo mean and base,
That hath not noble luftre in your eyes.

I fee you ftand like greyhounds in the flips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot;

b

prtage]-open space, port-holes-let the eye appear in the head as cannon through the battlements.

d

o'erwhelm it,]-fcowl over it.

jutty bis confounded bafe,]-fhoot beyond its worn foundation.

bend up]

-as a bow.

argument.]-opponents.

"fet]-fetch'd, deriv'd.

Follow

Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge,
Cry-God for Harry! England! and faint George!

[Exeunt King and train. [Alarm, and chambers go off.

SCENE II:

Enter Nymn, Bardolph, Piftol, and Boy.

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

Nym. 'Pray thee, lieutenant, ftay; the knocks are too hot; and, for mine own part, I have not 'a cafe of lives: the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plainfong of it.

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

Knocks go and come; God's vaffals drop and die
And fword and shield,

In bloody field,

Doth win immortal fame.

Boy. 'Would 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 with me,

My purpose should not fail with me,

But thither would I hye.

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

Enter Fluellen.

Flu. 'Splood!-Up to the preaches, you rafcals! will you not up to the preaches?

• corporal.
prevail]-avail.

1a cafe]-a brace, a fet.