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Boy. As duly, but not as truly, as bird doth sing on bough.
- your honour
Flu. Up to the preaches, you rascals ! will you, not up to the preaches ? [Driving them forward.
Pist. Be merciful, great duke, to men of mould ! Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage ! Abate thy rage, great duke ! Good bawcock, bate thy rage! use lenity, sweet
chuck ! Nym. These be good humours ! wins bad humours.
[Exeunt NYM, PISTOL, and BARDOLPH,
followed by Fluellen. Boy. As young as I' am, I have observed these 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 anticks do not amount to a man. For Bardolph,
he is whitelivered, 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 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. 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 fireshovel : I knew, by that piece of service, the
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.
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 : I think, 'a will plow 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?
Flu. 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: he will maintain his argument as well as any military man in the 'orld, in the disciplines of the pristine wars of the Romans.
8 Pocket affronts.
Jamy. I say, gud-day, captain Fluellen.
Gow. How, now, captain Macmorris? have you quit the mines ? have the pioneers given o'er?
Mac. 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 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 of the military discipline; that is the point.
Jamy. It sall be very gud, gud feith, gud captains bath : and I sall quit you with gud leve, as I may pick occasion ; that sall I, marry.
Mac. It is no time to discourse, 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 do nothing; 'tis shame for us all : '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.
Jamy. By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine take themselves to slumber, aile do gude service, or aile ligge i' the grund for it; ay, or go to death ; and aile pay it as valorously as I may, that sal I surely
1 Requite, answer.
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do, that is the breff and the long: Mary, 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
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: 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 bold as to tell you, I know the disciplines of war ; and there is an end.
Before the Gates of Harfleur.
The Governour and some Citizens on the Walls; the
English Forces below. Enter King HENRY and his Train. K. Hen. How yet resolves the governour of the
town? This is the latest parle we will admit:
Therefore, to our best mercy give yourselves ;
say you ? will you yield, and this avoid ? Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd ?
4 Without success.