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And turn them out of service. If they do this,
Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee well: Thou never shalt hear herald any more.
[Erit. K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again for
Enter the Duke of YORK.
K. Hen. Take it, brave York.- Now, soldiers,
march away :
And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!
The Field of Battle.
Alarums: Excursions. Enter French Soldier,
Pistol, and Boy. Pist. Yield, cur.
Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme de , bonne qualité.
Pist, Quality, call you me? - Construe me, art thou a gentleman ? What is thy name ? discuss.
Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu !
Pist. 0, signieur Dew should be a gentleman : Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and mark;
O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox“,
O, prennez misericorde ! ayez pitié de moy!
Fr. Sol. Est il impossible d'eschapper la force de ton bras ?
Pist. Brass, cur ! Offer'st me brass ?
Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy!
Pist. Say'st thou me so ? is that a ton of moys ?
Boy. Escoutez ; Comment estes vous appellé ?
Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firko him, and ferret him :- - discuss the same in French unto him.
Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and firk.
Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat. Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur ?
Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous faites vous prest; car ce soldat icy est disposé tout à cette heure de couper vostre gorge.
Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant, Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns ; Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.
Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie pour l'amour de Dieu, me pardonner? Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison: gardez ma vie, & je vous donneray deux cents escus.
Pist. What are his words?
4 An old cant word for a sword, so called from a famous sword cutler of the name of Fox. 5 The diaphragm,
Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a gentleman of a good house; and, for his ransome, he will give you two hundred crowns.
Pist. Tell him, — my fury shall abate, and I The crowns will take.
Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il?
Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de pardonner aucun prisonnier; neantmoins, pour les escus que vous l'avez promis, il est content de vous donner la liberté, le franchisement.
Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille remerciemens: & je m'estime heureux que je suis tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave, valiant, & très distingué seigneur d'Angleterre.
Pist. Expound unto me, boy.
Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand thanks: and he esteems himself happy that he hath fallen into the hands of (as he thinks) the most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of Engnd.
Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show. Follow me, cur.
[Exit Piston. Boy: Suivez vous le grand capitaine.
[Èxit French Soldier. I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart : but the saying is true, The empty vessel makes the greatest sound. Bardolph, and Nym, had ten times more valour than this roaring devil i'the old play, that every one may pare his nails with a wooden dagger; and they are both hanged ; and so would this be, if he durst steal any thing adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys, with the luggage of our camp: the French might have a good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none to guard it, but boys. [Exit,
Another Part of the Field of Battle. Alarums. Enter Dauphin, ORLEANS, BOURBON,
Constable, RAMBURES, and Others. Con. O diable? Orl. O seigneur! - le jour est perdu, tout est
perdu! Dau. Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all ! Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes. - O meschante for
tune! Do not run away.
[A short Alarum. Con.
Why, all our ranks are broke. Dau. O perdurable shame!— let's stab ourselves. Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for?
Orl. Is this the king we sent to for his ransome? Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but
shame! Let us die instant: Once more back again ; And he that will not follow Bourbon now, Let him go hence, with shame and infamy. Con. Disorder, that hath spoild us, friend us
now! Let us, in heaps, go
offer Unto these English, or else die with fame.
Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, To smother up the English in our throngs, If any order might be thought upon. Bour. The devil take order now; I'll to the
throng; Let life be short; else, shame will be too long.
[Exeunt. 9 Lasting.
up our lives
Another Part of the Field.
Alarum ;. Enter King Henry and Forces; EXETER,
and Others. K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant coun
trymen: But all's not done, yet keep the French the field. Exe. The duke of York"commends him to your
majesty. K. Ken. Lives he, good uncle? thrice, within
this hour, I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting; From helmet to the spur, all blood he was.
Exe. In which array, (brave soldier,) doth he lie, Larding the plain: and by his bloody side, (Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,) The noble earl of Suffolk also lies. Suffolk first died: and York, all haggled over, Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd, And takes him by the beard ; kisses the gashes, That bloodily did yawn upon his face; And cries aloud, — Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk ! My soul shall thine keep company to heaven: Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly a-breast; As, in this glorious and well-foughten field, We kept together in our chivalry! Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up : He smil'd me in the face, raught me his hand, And, with a feeble gripe, says, - Dear my lord, Commend my service to my sovereign. So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips ;