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The greater therefore should our courage be. K. Hen. It sorts well with your fierceness.
Good-morrow, brother Bedford. God Almighty !

Enter Fluellen and Gower, severally.
There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distil it out;

Gow. Captain Fluellen!
For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Flu. So 'in the name of Cheshu Christ, speak
Which is both healthful, and good husbandry: lower. It is the greatest admiration in the univer-
Besides, they are our outward consciences, sal 'orld, when the true and aupcient prerogatifes
And preachers to us all, admonishing,

and laws of the wars is not kept: if you would take That we should dress us fairly for our end. the pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the Thus may we gather honey from the weed, Great, you shall find, I warrant you, that there is And make a moral of the devil himself.

no tiddle taddle, or pibble pabble, in Pompey's

camp: I warrant you, you shall find the ceremonies Enter Erpingham.

of the wars, and the cares of it, and the forms of Good-morrow, old sir Thomas Erpingham : it, and the sobriety of it, and the modesty of it, to A goud soft pillow for that good white head be otherwise. Were better than a churlish turf of France. Gow. Why, the enemy is loud; you heard him Erp. Not so, my liege; this lodging likes me all night. better,

Flu. If the enemy is an ass and a fool, and a Since I may say--now lie I like a king.

prating coscomb, is it meet, think you, that we K. Hen. 'Tis good for men to love their present should also, look you, be an ass, and a fool, and a pains,

prating coxcomb; in your own conscience nor ? Upon example; so the spirit is eased :

Gow. I will speak lower. And, when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt, Flu. I pray you, and beseech you, that you will. The organs, though defunct and dead before,

[Eveunt Gower and Fluellen. Break up their drowsy grave, and newly move K. Hen. Though it appear a little out of fashion, With casted sloughi and fresh legerity 2 There is much care and valour in this Welshman. Lend me thy cloak, sir Thomas. -Brothers both, Commend me to the princes in our camp;

Enter Bates, Court, and Williams. Do my good-morrow to them; and, anon,

Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the mornDesire them all to my pavilion.

ing which breaks yonder? Glo. We shall, my liege. (Exe. Glo. and Bed. Bates. I think it be: but we have no great cause Erp. Shall I attend your grace?

to desire the approach of day: K. Hen.

No, my good knight; Will. We see yonder the beginning of the day, Go with my brothers to my lords of England: but, I think, we shall never see the end of it. I and iny busom must debate a while,

Who goes there?
And then I would no other company.

K. Hen. A friend.
Erp. The Lord in heaven bless ihee, noble Harry ! Will. Under what captain serve you?

(Exit Erpingham. K. Hen. Under sir Thomas Erpingham. K. Hen. God-a-mercy, old heart! thou speakest Will. A good old commander, and a most kind cheerfully.

gentleman: I pray you, what thinks he of our estate?

K. Hen. Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that Enter Pistol.

look to be washed off the next tide. Pist. Qui va ?

Bates. He hath not told his thought to the K. Hen. A friend. Pist. Discuss unto me; Art thou officer;

K Hen No; nor it is not meet he should. For, Or art thou base, common, and popular? though I speak it to you, I think the king is but a

K. Hen. I am a gentleman of a company. man, as I am : the violet smells to him, as it doth Pist. Trailest thou the puissant pike?

to me; the element shows to him, as it doth to me; K. Hen Even so: What are you?

all his senses hare but human conditions :- his cerePist. As good a gentleman as the emperor. monies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a K. Hen. "Then you are better than the king. inan; and though his affections are higher mounted

Pist. The king's a bawcock, and a heart of gold, than ours, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with A lad of life, an imp of fame;

the like wing; therefore, when he sees reason of Of parents good, or fist most valiant :

fears, as we do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the I kiss his dirty shoe, and from my heart-strings same relish as ours are : Yet, in reason, no man I love the lovely bully. What's thy name? should possess him with any appearance of fear, lest K. Hen. Harry le Roy.

he, by showing it, should dishearten his army. Pist. Le Roy! a Cornish name: art thou of Bates. He may show what outward courage he Cornish crew ?

will : but, I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could K. Hen. No, I am a Welshman.

wish himself in the Thames up to the neck; and so Pist. Knowest thou Fluellen?

I would he were, and I by bím, at all adventures, K. Hen. Yes.

so we were quit here. Pist. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate, K. Hen. By my troth, I will speak my conscience Upon Saint Davy's day.

of the king ; I think, he would not wish himself any K. Hen. Do not you wear your dagger in your where but where he is. cap that day, lest he knock that about yours. Bates. Then 'would he were here alone ; so Pist. Art thou his friend?

should he be sure to be ransoned, and a many poor K. Hen. And his kinsman too.

men's lives saved. Pist. The figo for thee then!

K. Hen. I dare say, you love him not so ill, to K. Hen. I thank you : God be with you ! wish him here alone ; howsoever you speak this, to Pist. My name is Pistol called.

(Exit. feel other men's minds: Methinks, I could not die (1) Slough is the skin which serpents annually (2) Lightness, nimbleness. throw oft.

13) Son. (4) Agrees. (5) Qualities.

king?

any where so contented, as in the king's company ; K. Hen. I myself heard the king say, he would his cause being just, and his quarrel honourable. not be ransomed. Wil. That's more than we know.

Will. Ay, he said so, to make us figlit cheerfully: Bates. Ay, or more than we should seek after ; but, when our throats are cut, he may be ransomed, for we know enough, if we know we are the king's || and we ne'er the wiser. subjects; if his cause be wrong, our obedience to K. Hen. If I live to see it, I will never trust his the king wipes the crime of it out of us.

word after. Will. But, if the cause be not good, the king Will. 'Mass, you'll pay him then! That's a perilhimself hath a heavy reckoning to make; when all ous shot out of an elder gun, that a poor and prithose legs, and arms, and heads, chopped off in a vate displeasure can do against a monarch!

you may battle, shall join together at the latter day, and as well go about to turn the sun to ice, with fancry all-We died at such a place; some, swearing ; ning in his face with a peacock's feather. You'll nesome, crying for a surgeon ; some, upon their wives | ver trust his word after! come, 'tis a foolish saying! left poor behind them; some, upon the debts they K Hen. Your reproof is something too round;5 owe; some, upon their children rawly2 left. I am I should be angry with you, if the time were conafeard there are few die well, that die in battle ; venient. for how can they charitably dispose of any thing, Wil. Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live. when blood is their argument? Now, if these men K. Hen. I embrace it. do not die well, it will be a black matter for the Wil. How shall I know thee again? king that led them to it; whom to disobey, were K. Hen. Give me any gage of thine, and I will against all proportion of subjection.

wear it in my bonnet : then, if ever thou darest K. Hen. So, if a son, that is by his father sent acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel. about merchandise, do sinfully miscarry upon the Will. Here's my glore; give me another of thine. sea, the imputation of his wickedness, by your rule, K. Hen There. should be imposed upon his father that sent him: or Will. This will I also wear in my cap: if ever if a servant, under his master's command, transport-thou come to me and say, after to-morrow, This is ing a sum of money, be assailed by robbers, and die my glove, by this hand, I will take thee a box on in many irreconciled iniquities, you may call the the ear. business of the master the author of the servant's K Hen. If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it. damnation :—But this is not so: the king is not Will Thou darest as well be hanged. bound to answer the particular endings of his sol- K. Hen. Well, I will do it, though I take thee diers, the father of his son, nor the master of his in the king's company. servant; for they purpose not their death, when Will. Keep thy word : fare thee well. they purpose their services. Besides, there is no Bates. Be friends, you English fools, be friends; king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to we have French quarrels enough, if you could tell the arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all how to reckon. unspotted soldiers. Some, peradventure, have on K. Hen. Indeed, the French may lay twenty them the guilt of premeditated and contrived mur- || French crowns to one, they will beai us; for they der; some, of beguiling virgins with the broken | bear them on their shoulders : But it is no English seals of perjury ; some, making the wars their bul- || treason, to cut French crowns; and, to-morrow, wark, that have before gored the gentle bosom of the king himself will be a clipper. (Exe. Soldiers. peace with pillage and robbery. Now, if these men upon the king ! let us our lives, our souls, have defeated the law, and out-run native punish- Our debts, our careful wives, our children, and ment, though they can outstrip men, they have no Our sins, lay on the king ;-we mast bear all. wings to fly from God: war is his beadle, war is hard condition ! twin-born with greatness, his vengeance; so that here men are punished, for Subjected to the breath of every fool, before-breach of the king's laws, in now the king's Whose sense no more can feel but his own wringing! quarrel : where they feared the death, they have What infinite heart's ease must kings neglect, borne life away; and where they would be safe, That private men enjoy ? they perish : Then if they die unprovided, no more And what have kings, that privates have not too, is the king guilty of their damnation, than he was Save ceremony, save general ceremony before guilty of those impieties for the which they | And what art thou, thou idol ceremony ? are now visited. Every subject's duty is the king's; What kind of god art thou, that suffer’st more but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore Of mortal griefs, than do thy worshippers ? should every soldier in the wars do as every sick What are thy rents? what are thy comings-in? man in his bed, wash every mote out of his con-| ceremony, show me imut thy worth! science: and dying so, death is to him advantage ; || What is the soul of adoration 6 or not dying, the time was blessedly lost, wherein | Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form, such preparation was gained : and, in him that Creating awe and fear in other men? escapes, it were not sin to think, that making God Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd so free an offer, he let him outlive that day to see Than they in fearing: his greatness, and to teach others how they should What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, prepare.

But poison'd flattery? 0, be sick, great greatness, Will

. 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the And bid thy ceremony give thee cure! ill is upon his own head, the king is not to answer Think'st thou, the fiery fever will go out for it.

With titles blown from adulation Bates. I do not desire he should answer for me; Will it give place to flexure and low bending? and yet I determine to fight lustily for him. Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's

knee, (1) The last day, the day of judgment. Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream, (2) Suddenly. 3) i.e. Punishment in their native country. (5) Too rongh.

(4) To pay here signifies to bring to account, (6) What is the real worth and intrinsic value to punish.

of adoration?"

That play'st so subtly with a king's repose ; Dau. Via 3-les caur et la terre-
I am a king, that find thee ; and I know,

Orl. Rien preis? D'air et le feu-
'Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball, Dau. Ciel! cousin Orleans.
The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,
The inter-tissued robe of gold and pearl,

Enter Constable.
The farced' title running 'fore the king,

Now, my lord constable ! The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp Con. Hark, how our steeds for present service That beats upon the high shore of this world,

neigh. No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony,

Dau. Mount them, and make incision in their Not all these, laid in bed majestical,

hides; Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave; That their hot blood may spin in English eyes, Who, with a body dll'd, and vacant mind, And dout' them with superfluous courage : Ha! Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread; Ram. What, will you have them weep OUT Never sees horrid night, the child of hell;

horses' blood? But, like a lackey, from the rise to set,

How shall we then behold their natural tear? Sweats in the eye of Phæbus, and all night Sleeps in Elysium; next day, after dawn,

Enter a Messenger. Doth rise, and help Hyperion to his horse; Mess. The English are embattled, you French And follows so the ever-running year,

peers. With profitable labour, to his grave :

Con. To horse, you gallant princes! straight to And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,

horse! Winding up days with toil, and nights with sleep, Do but behold yon poor and starved band, Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king. And your fair show shall suck away their souls, The slave, a member of the country's peace, Leaving them but the shales and husks of men. Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots,

There is not work enough for all our hands; What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace, Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins, Whose hours the peasant best advantages. To give each naked curtle-axe a stain,

That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, Enter Erpingham

And sheath for lack of sport: let us but blow on Erp. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your ab

them, sence,

The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. Seek through your camp to find you.

'Tis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords, K. Hen.

Good old knight, || That our superfluous lackeys, and our peasants, Collect them all together at my tent :

Who, in unnecessary action, swarm I'll be before thee.

About our squares of battle, -were enough Erp.

I shall do't, my lord. (Exit. To purge this field of such a hildingó foe; K. Hen. O God of battles ! steel my soldiers' | Though we, upon this mountain's basis by, hearts!

Took stand for idle speculation : Possess them not with fear; take from them now But that our honours must not. What's to say ? The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers A very little little let us do, Pluck their hearts from them!-Not to-day, O Lord, || And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound O not to-day, think not upon the fault

The tucket-sonuance, and the note to mount: My father made in compassing the crown! For our approach shall so much dare the field, I Richard's body have interred new;

That England shall couch down in fear, and yield. And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears, Than from it issued forced drops of blood.

Enter Grandpre. Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,

Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of Who twice a day their wither'd bands hold up

France ? Towards heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests |M-favour’dly become the morning field: Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do : Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose, Though all that I can do, is nothing worth ; And our air shakes them passing scornfully. Since that my penitence comes after all,

Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd host, Imploring pardon.

And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps.

Their horsemen set like fixed candlesticks,
Enter Gloster.

With torch-staves in their hand: and their poor jades Glo. My liege!

Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips; K Hen My brother Gloster's voice ?-Ay: The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes; I know thy errand, I will go with thee :

And in their pale dull mouths the gimmals bit The day, my friends, and all things, stay for me. Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionless ;

(Eseunt. And their executors, the knavish crows, SCENE 11.- The French camp. Enter Dau- || Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour. phin, Orleans, Rambures, and others. Description cannot suit itself in words,

To démonstrate the life of such a battle Orl. The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords. life so lifeless as it shows itself. Dau. Montez à cheval :-My horse! valet! Con. They have said their prayers, and they stay lacquay! ha!

for death, Orl. O brave spirit !

Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh

suits, (1) Farced is stuffed. The tumid puffy titles with which a king's name is introduced.

(5) Mean, despicable. (2) The sun.

(6) The name of an introductory flourish on the (3) An old encouraging exclamation.

trumpet. (4) Do them out, extinguish them.

(7) Colours. (8) Ring.

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And give their fasting horses provender, Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter,
And after fight with them?

Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster--
Con. I stay but for my guard ; On, to the field :|| Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd:
I will the banner from a trumpet take,

This story shall the good man teach his son ; And use it for my haste. Come, come away! And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, The sun is high, and we outwear the day. (Exe. From this day to the ending of the world,

But we in it shall be remembered : SCENE III.The English camp. Enter the English host; Gloster, Bedford, Exeter, Salis. For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me,

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; bury, and Westmoreland.

Shall be my brother; be he tie'er so vile, Glo. Where is the king ?

This day shall gentle his condition : Bed. The king himself is rode to view their battle. And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, West. Of fighting men they have full threescore Shall think themselves accurs'd, they were not here ; thousand

And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, Exe. There's five to one ; besides, they all are That fought with us upou Saint Crispin's day.

fresh. Sal. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds.

Enter Salisbury. God be wi' you, princes all! I'll to my charge : Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with If we no more meet, till we meet in heaven,

speed : Then, joyfully,-ny noble lord of Bedford, - The French are bravely3 in their battles set, My dear lord Gloster,--and my good lord Exeter,-- || And will with all expedience charge on us. And my kind kinsman,-warriors all, adieu ! K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds be so Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward go with thee!

now! Ere. Farewell, kind lord; fight valiantly to-day: K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help fron And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it,

England, cousin ? For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour. West. God's will, my liege, 'wou'd you and I

(Erit Salisbury.

alone, Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness : Without more help, might fight this battle out! Princely in both.

K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd fit West. O that we now had here

thousand men; Enter King Henry.

Which likes me better, than to wish us one.

You know your places : God be with you all! But one ten thousand of those men in England, That do no work to-day!

Tucket. Enter Montjoy. K. Hen.

What's he, that wishes so? Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, kips My cousin Westmoreland ?—No, my fair cousin :

Harry,
If we are mark'd to die, we are enough If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,
To do our country loss; and if to live,

Before thy most assured overthrow :
The fewer men, the greater share of honour. For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf,
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. Thou needs must be englutted. ---Besides, in merg,
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold;

The constable desires thee thou wilt minds Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost; Thy followers of repentance; that their souls It yearnsl me not, if men my garments wear; May make a peaceful and a sweet retire Such outward things dwell not in my desires : From off these fields, where (wretches) their poor But, if it be a sin to covet honour,

bodies I am the most offending soul alive.

Must lie and fester. No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: K. Hen. Who hath sent thee now? God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour, Mont. The constable of France. As one man more, methinks, would share from me, K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer back; For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more :| Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. Rather proclaimit

, Westmoreland, through my host, Good God! why should they mock poor fellows That he, which hath no stomach to this fight,

thus? Let him de part; his passport shall be made, The man,

that once did sell the lion's skin And crowns for convoy put into his purse : While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him. We would not die in that man's company, A many of our bodies shall, no doubt, That fears his fellowship to die with us.

Find native graves ; upon the which, I trust, This day is call'd--the feast of Crispian : Shall witness live in brassé of this day's work : He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home, And those that leave their valiant bones in France, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, Dying like men, though buried in your dung hills, And rou se him at the name of Crispian.

They shall be fam'd; for there the sun shall greet He, that shall live this day, and see old age,

them, Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends, And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; And say--to-morrow is Saint Crispian :

Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime, Then will be strip his sleeve, and show his scars, The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France.

these wounds I had on Crispin's day. Mark then a bounding valour in our English; Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,

That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing, But he'll remember, with advantages,

Break out into a second course of mischief,
What feats he did that day : Then shall our name. Killing in relapse of mortality.
Familiar in their mouths ás household words,- Let me speak proudly ;-Tell the constable,
(1) Grieves.

(3) Gallantly. (4) Expedition. (5) Remind. (2) i. e. This day shall advance him to the rank (6) i. e. In brazen plates anciently let into tombof a gentleman.

stones.

And say,

ransoin.

We are but warriors for the working-day:! faites vous prest; car ce soldat icy est disposé tong
Our gayness, and our gilt,2 are all besmirch'd3 à cette heure de couper vostre gorge.
With rainy marching in the painful field;

Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, peasant,
There's not a piece of feather in our host Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns;
(Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly,) Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.
And time hath worn us into slovenry :

Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie pour l'amour de But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim : Dieu, me pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne And my poor soldiers tell me--yet ere night maison: gardez ma vie, et je vous donneray deusz They'll be in fresher robes; or they will pluck

cents escus. The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads, Pist. What are his words? And turn them out of service. If they do this Boy. He prays you to save his life: be is a gen(As, if God please, they shall,) my ransom then Hieman of a good house; and for his ransom, he Will soon be levied Herald, save thou thy labour ;|| will give you two hundred crowns. Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald; Pist. Tell him,--my fury shall abate, and I They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints : || The crowns will take. Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them, Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il? Shall yield them little, tell the constable.

Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee well: pardonner aucun prisonnier ; nerimoins, pour Thou never shalt hear herald any more. (Exit. || les escus que vous l'aves promis, il est content de K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more cone again for vous donner la liberté, le franchisement.

Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille

remerciemens : et je m'estime heureux que je suis Enter the Duke of York.

tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg plus brave, valiant, et tres distingué seigneur The leading of the vaward. 4

d'Angleterre. K. Hen. Take it, brave York.--Now, soldiers, Pist

. Ex pound unto me, boy. march away

Boy He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day! thanks : and he esteems himself happy that he hath

(Encunt || fallen into the hands of (as he thinks) the most SCENE IV.The field of battle. Alarums: brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of Excursions. Enter French Soldier, Pistol, and

England.

Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.Boy.

Follow me, cur.

(Exit Pistol. Pist. Yield, cur.

Boy. Suivez tous le grand capitaine. Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme

(Etil French Soldier de bonne qualité.

I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty Pist. Quality, call you me?-Construe me, arı|| a heart : but the saying is true, -The empty vessel tbou a gentleman? What is thy name ? discuss. makes the greatest sound. Bardolph, and Nym, Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu !

had ten times more valour than this roaring devil Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a gentleman:- i'the old play, that every one may pare his nails Ferpend my words, O signieur Dew, and mark with a wooden dagger; and they are both hanged; O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox,s and so would this be, if he dorst steal any thing Except, O signieur, thou do give to me

adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys, with Egregious ransomn.

the baggage of our camp: the French might have a Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde ! ayez pitié de good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none moy!

to guard it, but boys.

(Erit. Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty moys: ||SCENE V.-Another part of the field of batlie. For I will fetch thy rimo out at thy throat, In drops of crimson blood.

Alarums. Enter Dauphin, Orleans, Bourbon, Fr. Sol. Est il impossible d'eschapper la force

Constable, Rambures, and others. de ton bras?

Con. O diable ! Pist. Brass, cur!

Orl. O seigneur!-le jour est perdu, tout est Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat,

perdu! Offer'st me brass ?

Dau. Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all ! Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy!

Reproach and everlasting shame Pist. Say'st thou me so ? is that a ton of moys. Sits mocking in our plumes. — meschante far. Come hither, boy; Ask me this slave in French,

tune! What is his name.

Do not run away.

(A short alarm. Boy. Escoutez ; Comment estes vous appelle ? Con.

Why, all our ranks are broke. Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer.

Dau. O perdurablelo shame!--let's stabourselves. Boy. He says, his name is--master Fer. Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for?

Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk' him, and Orl Is this the king we sent to for his ransom ferret him :-discuss the same in French unto him. Bour. Shame, and eternal shamne, nothing but Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and fer

shame! ret, and firk.

Let us die instant: Once more back again; Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat. And he that will not follow Bourbon now, Fr. Sol Que dit-il, monsieur?

Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand, Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door,

Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog," (1) We are soldiers but coarsely dressed. (2) Golden show, superficial gilding.

(6) The diaphragm. (7) Lascivious. (3) Soiled (4) Vanguard

(8) Pieces of money.

(9) Chastise. (5) An old cant word for a sword, so called from (10) Lasting. a famous sword-cutler of the name of Fox. (u) i. e. Who has no more gentility.

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