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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.[Turns off to R. Bard. Farewell, hostess. [Turns off, R.-Kisses her.
Nym. I cannot kiss ; that's the humour of it; but adieu.
[Turns off, R. Pist. Let housewifery appear! keep close, I thee
command. Quick. Farewell; adieu. [Exeunt Nym, BARDOLPH, and Pistol, R., and
Mrs. QUICKLY into the Tavern, D. in P. Boy. As young as I am, I have observed these three swashers. For Bardolph,-he is white-livered and redfaced : 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 'à 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. 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.
SCENE III.- The Palace of the King of France.
Flourish of Drums and Trumpets. Enter, L., the King of FRANCE, (the DayPHIN, the
CONSTABLE of France, and BURGUNDY cross behind to R.) BOURBON, Lords, and Guards.
Fr. K. Thus come the English with full power upon And more than carefully it us concerns, To answer royally in our defences : Therefore the dukes of Berry and of Bretagne, Of Brabant, and of Orleans, shall make forth,
And you, prince Dauphin,—with all swift despatch,
Dau. My most redoubted father,
Const. (L.) O peace, prince Dauphin !
Dau. Well, tis not so, my lord high constable;
Fr. K. Think we king Harry strong ;
Enter Montjoy, L. Mont. Embassadors from Henry, king of England, Do crave admittance to your majesty. Fr. K. We'll give them present audience. Go, and bring them.
[Exit MONTJOY. You see, this chase is hotly follow'd, friends.
Dau. Turn head, and stop pursuit; for coward dogs Must spend their mouths, when what they seem to
Exe. From him; and thus he greets your majesty.
[MontJoy presents a pedigree
Fr. King. Or else what follows?
Ere. Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crown
Unless the Dauphin be in presence here,
Fr. King. For us, we will consider of this further :
[MONTJOY takes pedigree Dau. For the Dauphin, I stand here for him.-What to him from England ?
Exe. Scorn and defiance ; slight regard, contempt,
Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply,
Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it :
full. Exe. Despatch us with all speed, lest that our king Come here himself to question our delay ; For he is footed in this land already. Fr. King. You shall be soon despatch'd, with fair
conditions : A night is but small breath, and little pause, To answer matters of this consequence.
[Flourish of drums and trumpets. Exeunt, R.
END OP ACT II.
SCENE 1.-Before the Gates of Harfleur. Shouts
alarums-cannon. Enter King HENRY, Exeter, GLOSTER, BEDFORD,
WESTMORELAND, Gower, Lords, Captain, and
Soldiers, L. K. Hen. Once more unto the breach, dear friends,
once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead !
[Shouts—charge-cannon.- Exeunt, r
Enter BARDOLPH, Nym, Pistol, and Boy, L., pushing
each other. Bard. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach! to the
breach ! Nyn. 'Pray thee, lieutenant, 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.
[Flourish. Pist. The plain song is most just; for humours do
abound; Knocks go and come; Heaven's vassals drop and die; And sword and shield, In bloody field, Doth win immortal fame.
[Flourish. Boy. 'Would I were in an ale-house in London! I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. Pist. I would, I'm sure.
Enter Fluellen, L. Flu. Up to the preach, you dogs! Avaunt, you cullions !
[Drives them all off, R. Enter Gower, L. S. E. Gon. 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 coicavities of it is not sufficient; for, look you, th'athves sary (you may discuss unto the duke, look you,) n digt himself four yards under the countermines : 1