Imatges de pÓgina

Kath. Et le coude.
Alice. De elbow.

Katk. De elbow. Je m'en faitz la repetition de tous les mots, que vous m'avez appris dès a present. Alice. Jest trop difficile, madame, comme je pense. Kath. Excusez moy, Alice; escoutez: De hand, de fingre, de nails, de arm, de bilbow. Alice. De elbow, madame.

Kath. O Seigneur Dieu! je m'en oublie; De el-
bow. Comment appellez vous le col?
Alice. De neck, madame.

Kath. De neck: Et le menton?
Alice. De chin.

Kath. De sin. Le col, de neck: le menton, de sin. Alice. Ouy. Sauf vostre honneur: en verité, vous prononces les mots aussi droict que les natifs d' Angleterre.

Kath. Je ne doute point d'apprendre par la grace de Dieu; et en peu de temps.

Alice. N'avez vous pas dėja oublié ce que je vous ay enseignée?

Kath. Non, je reciteray à vous promptement: de hand, de fingre, de mails,

Alice. De nails, madame,

Kath. De nails, de arme, de ilbow.
Alice. Sauf vostre honneur, de elbow.








Our mettle is bred out; and they will give
Their bodies to the lust of English youth,
To new-store France with bastard warriors.
Bour. They bid us-to the English dancing-schools,
And teach lavoltas high, and swift corantos;
Saying, our grace is only in our heels,
And that we are most lofty runaways.

Fr. King. Where is Montjoy, the herald? speed
him hence;

Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.-
Up, princes; and, with spirit of honour edg'd,
More sharper than your swords, hie to the field:
Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France;
You dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berry,
Alençon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy;
Jaques Chatillion, Rambures, Vaudemont,
Beaumont, Grandpré, Roussi, and Fauconberg,
Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois;
High dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and knights,
For your great seats, now quit you of great shames.
Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land
With pennons painted in the blood of Harfleur:
Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow
Upon the vallies; whose low vassal seat
The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon :
Go down upon him, you have power enough, -

Bring him our prisoner.

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Kath. Ainsi dis je; de elbow, de neck, et de sin: And in a captive chariot, into Rouen
Comment appellez vous le pieds et la robe?
Alice. De foot, madame; et de con.
Kath. De foot, et de con? O Seigneur Dieu! ces
sont mots de son mauvais, corruptible, grosse, et im-
pudique,et non pour les dames d'honneur d'user. Je ne
voudrois prononcer ces mots devant les Seigneurs
de France, pour tout le monde. Il faut de foot, et
de con, neant-moins. Je reciterai une autre fois
ma leçon ensemble: De hand, de fingre, de nails,
de arm,
de elbow, de neck, de sin, de foot, de con.
Alice. Excellent, madame!
Kath. C'est assez pour une fois; allons nous à
SCENE V.-The same. Another room in the same.
Enter the French KING, the DAUPHIN, Duke of BOUR-
BON, the Constable of FRANCE, and Others.
Fr. King. 'Tis certain, he hath pass'd the river Some.
Con. And if he be not fought withal, my lord,
Let us not live in France; let us quit all,
And give our vineyards to a barbarous people.
Dau. O dieu vivant! shall a few sprays of us,
The emptying of our father's luxury,`
Our scions, put in wild and savage stock,
Spirt up so suddenly into the clouds,
And overlook their grafters?

Con. This becomes the great.
Sorry am I, his numbers are so few,
His soldiers sick, and famish'd in their march;
For, I am sure, when he shall see our army,
He'll drop his heart, into the sink of fear,
And, for achievement, offer us his ransome.
Fr. King. Therefore, lord constable, haste on
And let him say to England, that we send
To know what willing ransome he will give.-
Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Rouen.
Dau. Not so, I do beseech your majesty.
Fr. King. Be patient, for you shall remain with us.—
Now, forth, lord constable, and princes all;
And quickly bring us word of England's fall. [Exeunt.

Bour. Normans, but bastard Normans,



The English camp in Picardy.

Gow. How now, captain Fluellen, come you from the bridge?

Flu. I assure you, there is very excellent service committed at the pridge.

Gow. Is the duke of Exeter safe?


Flu. The duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Agamemnon; and a man, that I love and honour with Norman my soul, and my heart, and my duty, and my life, and my livings, and my uttermost power: he (God be praised, and plessed!) any hurt in the 'orld; but keeps the pridge most valiantly, with excellent discipline. There is an ensign there at the pridge, I think, in my very conscience, he is as valiant as Mark Antony; and he is a man of no estimation in the 'orld: but I did see him do gallant service. Gow. What do you call him?

Mort de ma vie! if they march along
Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom,
To buy a slobbery and a dirty farm
In that nook-shotten isle of Albion.

Con. Dieu de batailles! where have they this mettle?
Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull?
On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale,
Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden water,
A drench for sur-rein'd jades, their barley broth,
Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?
And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine,
Seem frosty? O, for honour of our land,
Let us not hang like roping icicles
Upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty people
Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields;
Peor we may call them, in their native lords.
Dau. By faith and honour,

Our madams mock at us; and plainly say,

Flu. He is called ancient Pistol.
Gow. I know him not.

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That goddess blind,

Flu. The perdition of th'athversary hath been very That stands upon the rolling restless stone, great, very reasonable great: marry, for my part, I Flu.By your patience, ancient Pistol. Fortune is paint-think the duke hath lost never a man, but one that ed plind, with a muffler before her eyes, to signify is like to be executed for robbing a church, one Barto you, that fortune is plind: and she is painted also dolph, if your majesty know the man: his face is all with a wheel; to signify to you, which is the moral bubuckles, and whelks, and knobs, and flames of fire; of it, that she is turning, and inconstant, and varia- and his lips plows at his nose, and it is like a coal of tions, and mutabilities: and her foot, look you, is sometimes plue, and sometimes red; but his nose is fixed upon a spherical stone, which rolls, and rolls, executed, and his fire's out. and rolls. In good truth, the poet is make a most excellent description of fortune; fortune, look you, is an excellent moral.

Pist. Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him;
For he hath stol'u a pix, and hang'd must 'a be.
A damned death!

Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free;"
And let not hemp his wind-pipe suffocate:
But Exeter hath given the doom of death,
For pix of little price.

Therefore, go speak, the duke will hear thy voice;
And let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut
With edge of penny cord and vile reproach:
Speak, captain, for his life, and I will thee requite.
Flu. Ancient Pistol, I do partly understand your

Pist. Why then rejoice therefore. •

Flu. Certainly, ancient, it is not a thing to rejoice at: for if, look you, he were my brother, I would desire the duke to use his goot pleasure, and put him to executions; for disciplines ought to be used. Pis. Die and be damn'd; and figo for thy friendship

Flu. It is well.

Pist. The fig of Spain!
Flu. Very goot.

[Exit Pistol.

Gow. Why this is an arrant counterfeit rascal; I remember him now; a bawd; a cutpurse. Flu. I'll assure you, 'a utter'd as prave 'ords at the pridge, as you shall see in a summer's day. But it is very well; what he has spoke to me, that is well, I warrant you, when time is serve.

K. Hen. We would have all such offenders so cut off; and we give express charge, that, in our marches through the country, there be nothing compelled from the villages, nothing taken but paid for none of the French upbraided, or abused in disdainful language; for when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.

Tucket sounds. Enter MoNTJOY.
Mont. You know me by my habit.
K. Hen. Well then, I know thee. What shall I know
of thee?

Mont. My master's mind.
K. Hen. Unfold it.


Mont. Thus says my king: -Say thou to Harry of
England, though we seemed dead, we did but sleep;
advantage is a better soldier, thau rashness. Tell
him, we could have rebuked him at Harfleur; but that
we thought not good to bruise an injury, till it were
full ripe:
now we speak upon our cue, and our
voice is imperial. England shall repent his folly, see
his weakness, and admire our sufferance. Bid him,
therefore, consider of his ransome; which must pro-
portion the losses we have borne, the subjects we
have lost, the disgrace we have digested; which,
in weight to re-answer, his pettiness would bow un-
der. For our losses, his exchequer is too poor; for
the effusion of our blood, the muster of his king-
dom too faint a number; and for our disgrace, his own
person, kneeling at our feet, but a weak and worth-
less satisfaction. To this add--defiance: and tell him,
for conclusion, he hath betrayed his followers, whose
condemnation is pronounced. So far my king and mas-
ter; so much my office.

K. Hen. What is thy name? I know thy quality.
Mont. Montjoy.

Gow. Why, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue; that now and then goes to the wars, to grace himself, at his return into London, under the form of a soldier. And such fellows are perfect in great commanders' names and they will learn you by rote, where services were done;- -at such and such a sconce, at such K. Hen. Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee back, a breach, at such a convoy; who came off bravely, And tell thy king, I do not seek him now; who was shot, who disgraced, what terms the ene-But could be willing to march on to Calais my stood on; and this they con perfectly in the phrase Without impeachment: for, to say the sooth, of war, which they trick up with new-tuned oaths: (Though 'tis no wisdom to confess so much and what a beard of the general's cut, and a hor-Unto an enemy of craft and vantage,) rid suit of the camp, will do among foaming bottles, and ale-wash'd wits, is wonderful to be thought on; but you must learn to know such slanders of the age, or else you may be marvellous mistook.

Ful. I tell you what, captain Gower; I do perceive, he is not the man that he would gladly make show to the 'orld he is; if I find a hole in his coat, I will tell him my mind. [Drum heard.] Hark you, the king is coming; and I must speak with him from the pridge.

My people are with sickness much enfeebled; My numbers lessened; and those few I have, Almost no better than so many French; Who, when they were in health, I tell thee, herald, I thought, upon one pair of English legs Did march three Frenchmen. Yet, forgive me, God, That I do brag thus! - this your air of France Hath blown that vice in me; I must repent. Go, therefore, tell thy master, here I am; My ransome, is this frail and worthless trunk; My army, but a weak and sickly guard; Yet, God before, tell him we will come on, Though France himself, and such another neighbour, Stand in our way. There's for thy labour, Montjoy. Flu. Ay, so please your majesty. The duke of Exeter Go, bid thy master well advise himself: has very gallantly maintained the pridge: the French If we may pass, we will; if we be hinder'd, is gone off, look you; and there is gallant and most We shall your tawny ground with your red blood prave passages. Marry, th'athversary was have pos-Discolour: and so, Montjoy, fare you well! session of the pridge: but he is enforced to retire, The sum of all our answer is but this : and the duke of Exeter is master of the pridge: I can We would not seek a battle, as we are; tell your majesty, the duke is a prave man.

Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, and Soldiers. Flu. Got pless your majesty!

K. Hen. How now, Fluellen? camest thou from the bridge?

K. Hen. What men have you lost, Fluellen?

Nor, as we are, we say, we will not shun it:

So tell your master.

Mont. I shall deliver so. Thanks to your highness.
[Exit Montjoy.
Glo. I hope, they will not come upon us now.
K. Hen. We are in God's hand, brother, not in theirs,
March to the bridge; it now draws toward night:
Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves:
And on to-morrow bid them march away. [Exeunt.
SCENE VII. - The French camp, near Agincourt.
Enter the Constable of FRANCE, the Lord RAMBURES,

the Duke of ORLEANS, Dauphin, and others.

Con. Tut! I have the best armour of the world.-'Would, it were day!

Orl. You have an excellent armour; but let my horse have his due.

Con. It is the best horse of Europe.
Orl. Will it never be morning?

Dau. My lord of Orleans, and my lord high constable, you talk of horse and armour,

Orl. You are as well provided of both, as any prince in the world.

Con. I could make as true a boast as that, if I had
a sow to my mistress.

Dau. What a long night is this! — I will not change my horse with any that treads but on four pasterns. Ca, ha! He bounds from the earth, as if his entrails were hairs: le cheval volant, the Pegasus, qui a les narines de feu! When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk he trots the air; the earth sings, when he touches it: the basest horn of his hoofis more musical, than the pipe of Hermes.

Dau. Le chien est retourné à son propre vomissement, et la truie lavée au bourbier: thou makest use of any thing.

Con. Yet do I not use my horse for my mistress; or any such proverb, so little kin to the purpose. Ram. My lord constable, the armour that I saw in your tent to-night, are those stars, or suns, upon it? Con. Stars, my lord.

Orl. He's of the colour of the nutmeg. Dau. And of the heat of the ginger. It is a beast for Perseus he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness, while his rider mounts him: he is, indeed, a horse; and all other jades you may call-beasts.

Con. Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and excellent horse.

Dau. It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage.

Orl. No more, cousin.

Dau. Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope.
Con. And yet my sky shall not want.
Dau. That may be, for you bear a many super-
fluously and 'twere more honour, some were away.
Con. Even as your horse bears your praises; who
would trot as well, were some of your brags dis-


Dau.'Would, I were able to load him with his desert! Will it never be day? I will trot to-morrow a mile, and my way shall be paved with English faces. Con. I will not say so, for fear I should be faced out of my way but I would it were morning, for I would fain be about the ears of the English. Ram. Who will go to hazard with me for twenty English prisoners?

Dau. Nay, the man hath no wit, that cannot, from the rising of the lark to the lodging of the lamb, vary deserved praise on my palfrey: it is a theme as fluent as the sea; turn the sands into eloquent tongues, and my horse is argument for them all: 'tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on, and for a sovereign's sovereign to ride on; and for the world (familiar to us, and unknown,) to lay apart their particular functions, and wonder at him. I once writ a sonnet in his praise, and began thus: Wonder of nature,

Con. You must first go yourself to hazard, ere you have them.

Orl. I have heard a sonnet begin so to one's mistress. Dau. Then did they imitate that which I composed to my courser ; for my horse is my mistress. Orl. Your mistress bears well. Dau. Me well; which is the prescript praise and perfection of a good and particular mistress. Con. Mafoy! the other day, methought, your mistress shrewdly shook your back. Dau. So, perhaps, did yours. Con. Mine was not bridled.

Dau. O then, belike, she was old and gentle; and you rode, like a Kerne of Ireland, your French hose off, and in your strait trossers.


Dau. 'Tis midnight, I'll go arm myself.
Orl. The Dauphin longs for morning.
Ram. He longs to eat the English.
Con. I think, he will eat all he kills.
Orl. By the white hand of my lady, he's a gallant

Con. Swear by her foot, that she may tread out the oath.

Orl. He is, simply, the most active gentleman of France.

Con. You have good judgment in horsemanship. Dau. Be warned by me then they, that ride so, and ride not warily, fall into foul bogs; I had rather have my horse to my mistress.

Con. I had as lief have my mistress a jade. Dau. I tell thee,constable,my mistress wears her own hair.

Con. Doing is activity: and he will still be doing.
Orl. He never did harm, that I heard of.
Con. Nor will do none to-morrow; he will keep that
good name still.

Orl. I know him to be valiant.

Con. I was told that, by one that knows him better than you.

Orl. What's he?

Con. Marry, he told me so himself: and he said, he cared not who knew it.

Orl. He needs not, it is no hidden virtue in him. Con. By my faith, sir, but it is; never any body saw it, but his lackey: 'tis a hooded valour; and, when it appears, it will bate.

Orl. Ill-will never said well.

Con. I will cap that proverb with --There is flattery in friendship.

Orl. And I will take up that withhis due.

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Con. Well placed; there stands your friend for the devil: have at the very eye of that proverb, with— A pox of the devil.

Orl. You are the better at proverbs, by how much—

A fool's bolt is soon shot.

Con. You have shot over.

Orl. 'Tis not the first time you were overshot.

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king of England, to mope with his fat-brained followers so far out of his knowledge!

Con.If the English had any apprehension, they would

run away.

Orl. That they lack; for if their heads had any intellectual armour, they could never wear such heavy head-pieces.

Behold, as may unworthiness define,
A little touch of Harry in the night:
And so our scene must to the battle fly;
Where, (0 for pity!) we shall much disgrace-
With four or five most vile and ragged foils,
Right ill dispos'd, in brawl ridiculous,-
The name of Agincourt: yet, sit and see;
Minding true things, by what their mockeries be.

Ram. That island of England breeds very valiant creatures; their mastiff's are of unmatchable courage. Orl. Foolish curs! that run winking into the mouth SCENE I. of a Russian bear, and have their heads crushed like The English camp at Agincourt. rotten apples. You may as well say, that's a valiant Enter King HENRY, BEDFORD, and GLOSTER. flea, that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. K. Hen. Gloster, 'tis true, that we are in great danger; Con. Just, just; and the men do sympathize with The greater therefore should our courage be.the mastiffs, in robustious and rough coming on, leav-Good-morrow, brother Bedford!—God Almighty! ing their wits with their wives: and then give them There is some soul of goodness in things evil, great meals of beef, and iron and steel, they will eat Would men observingly distil it out; like wolves, and fight like devils. For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Which is both healthful, and good husbandry: Besides, they are our outward consciences, And preachers to us all; admonishing, That we should dress us fairly for our end. Thus may we gather honey from the weed, And make a moral of the devil himself.

Orl. Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of beef. Con. Then we shall find to-morrow-they have only stomachs to eat, and none to fight. Now is it time to arm. Come, shall we about it?

Orl. It is now two o'clock: but, let me see,-by ten, We shall have each a hundred Englishmen. [Exeunt.

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Chor. Now entertain conjecture of a time,
When creeping murmur, and the poring dark,
Fills the wide vessel of the universe.

From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night,
The hum of either army stilly sounds,
That the fix'd sentinels almost receive
The secret whispers of each other's watch:
Fire answers fire; and through their paly flames
Each battle sees the other's umber'd face:
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents,
The armourers, accomplishing the knights,
With busy hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparation.

The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll,
And the third hour of drowsy morning name.
Proud of their numbers, and secure in soul,
The confident and over-lusty French
Do the low-rated English play at dice;
And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night,
Who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp

So tediously away. The poor condemned English,
Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires

Sit patiently, and inly ruminate

The morning's danger; and their gesture sad,
Investing lank-lean cheeks, and war-worn coats,
Presenteth them unto the gazing moon
So many horrid ghosts. O, now, who will behold
The royal captain of this ruin'd band,
Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent,
Let him cry: Praise and glory on his head!
For forth he goes, and visits all his host;
Bids them good-morrow, with a modest smile;
And calls them brothers, friends, and countrymen.
Upon his royal face there is no note,
How dread an army hath enrounded him:
Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour
Unto the weary and all-watched night:
But freshly looks, and over-bears attaint,
With cheerful semblance, and sweet majesty;
That every wretch, pining and pale before,
Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks:
A largess universal, like the sun,

His liberal eye doth give to every one,
Thawing cold fear. Then, mean and gentle all,

Good-morrow, old sir Thomas Erpingham:
A good soft pillow for that good white head
Were better than a churlish turf of France.
Erp. Not so, my liege; this lodging likes me better,
Since I may say - now lie I like a king.

K. Hen. 'Tis good for men to love their present pains,
Upon example; so the spirit is eased:
And, when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt,
The organs, though defunct and dead before
Break up their drowsy grave, and newly move
With casted slough and fresh legerity.
Lend me thy cloak, sir Thomas.-Brothers both,
Commend me to the princes in our camp;
Do my good-morrow to them; and, anon,
Desire them all to my pavilion.
Glo. We shall, my liege.

[Exeunt Gloster and Bedford.
Erp. Shall I attend your grace?
K. Hen. No, my good knight;

Go with my brothers to my lords of England:
I and my bosom must debate a while,

And then I would no other company.'
Erp. The lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry!
[Exit Erpingham.

K. Hen. God-a-mercy, old heart, thou speakest

Pist, Qui va là?

K. Hen. A friend.


Pist. Discuss unto me; art thou officer?
Or art thou base, common, and popular?
K. Hen. I am a gentleman of a company.
Pist. Trailest thou the puissant pike?
K. Hen. Even so. What are you?
Pist. As good a gentleman as the emperor.
K. Hen. Then you are better than the king.
Pist. The king's a bawcock, and a heart of gold,
A lad of life, an imp of fame;

Of parents good, of fist most valiant:

I kiss his dirty shoe, and from my heart-strings

I love the lovely bully. What's thy name?
K. Hen. Harry le Roy.

Pist. Le Roy! a Cornish name; art thou of Cor-
nish crew?

K. Hen. No, I am a Welshman.

Pist. Knowest thou Fluellen?

K. Hen. Yes.

Pist. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate,

Upon Saint Davy's day.

him here alone; howsoever you speak this, to feel K. Hen. Do not you wear your dagger in your cap other men's minds. Methinks, I could not die any that day, lest he knock that about yours. where so contented, as in the king's company; his cause being just, and his quarrel honourable. Will. That's more than we know.

Pist. Art thou his friend?

K. Hen. And his kinsman too.

Pist. The figo for thee then!

K. Hen. I thank you: God be with you!
Pist. My name is Pistol called.

K. Hen. It sorts well with your fierceness.
Enter FLUELLEN and GoWER, severally.

Gow. Captain Fluellen!



Bates. Ay, or more than we should seek after;
for we know enough, if we know we are the king's sub-
jects; if his cause be wrong, our obedience to the
king wipes the crime of it out of us.

Will. But, if the cause be not good, the king him-
self hath a heavy reckoning to make; when all those

Flu. So! in the name of Cheshu Christ, speak low-legs, and arms, and heads, chopped off in a battle,
It is the greatest admiration in the universal shall join together at the latter day, and cry all-We
'orld, when the true and auncient prerogatifes and died at such a place; some, swearing; some, crying
laws of the wars is not kept: if you would take the for a surgeon; some, upon their wives left poor be-
pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the Great,
you shall find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle
taddle, or pibble pabble, in Pompey's camp; I war-
rant you, you shall find the ceremonies of the wars,and
the cares of it, and the forms of it, and the sobriety
of it, and the modesty of it, to be otherwise.

Gow. Why, the enemy is loud; you heard him all night.

Flu. If the enemy is an ass and a fool, and a pra-
ting coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should
also, look you, be an ass, and a fool, and a prating
coxcomb; in your own conscience now?

Gow. I will speak lower.
Flu. I pray you, and beseech you, that you will.
[Exeunt Gower and Fluellen.
K. Hen. Though it appear a little out of fashion,
There is much care and valour in this Welshman,


hind them; some, upon the debts they owe; some,
upon their children rawly left. I am afeard there are
few die well, that die in battle; for how can they cha-
ritably dispose of any thing, when blood is their ar-
gument? Now, if these men do not die well, it will be
a black matter for the king, that led them to it;
whom to disobey, were against all proportion of

K. Hen. So, if a son, that is by his father sent about merchandise, do sinfully miscarry upon the sea, the imputation of his wickedness, by your rule, should be imposed upon his father, that sent him: or if a servant, under his master's command, transporting a sum of money, be assailed by robbers, and die in many irreconciled iniquities, you may call the business of the master the author of the servant's damnation. · But this is not so: the king is not bound to answer the particular endings of his soldiers, the father of his

Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the morn-son, nor the master of his servant; for they puring, which breaks yonder?

Bates. I think it be: but we have no great cause to desire the approach of day.

Will. We see youder the beginning of the day, but, I think, we shall never see the end of it. Who goes there?

K. Hen. A friend.

pose not their death, when they purpose their services. Besides, there is no king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to the arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all unspotted soldiers. Some, peradventure, have on them the guilt of premeditated and contrived murder; some, of beguiling virgins with the broken seals of perjury; some, making the wars their bulwark, that have before gored the gentle bosom of peace with pillage and robbery. Now, if these men gen-have defeated the law, and outrun native punishment, though they can outstrip men, they have no wings to fly from God: war is his beadle, war is his vengeance; so that here men are punished, for before-breach Bates. He hath not told his thought to the king? of the king's laws, in now the king's quarrel: where K. Hen. No; nor it is not meet he should. For, they feared the death, they have borne life away; and, though I speak it to you, I think, the king is but a where they would be safe, they perish. Then if they man, as I am: the violet smells to him, as it doth die unprovided, no more is the king guilty of their to me; the element shows to him, as it doth to me; damnation, than he was before guilty of those impie all his senses have but human conditions: his cere- ties for the which they are now visited. Every submonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a ject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is man; and though his affections are higher mounted his own. Therefore should every soldier in the wars than ours, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with the do as every sick man in his bed, wash every mote out like wing; therefore, when he sees reason of fears, as of his conscience: and dying so, death is to him adwe do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish vantage; or not dying, the time was blessedly lost, as ours are. Yet, in reason, no man should possess wherein such preparation was gained: and in him him with any appearance of fear, lest he, by showing that escapes, it were not sin to think, that making it, should dishearten his army. God so free an offer, he let him outlive that day to Bates. He may show what outward courage he see his greatness, and to teach others how they will: but, I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could should prepare. wish himself in the Thames up to the neck; and so I would he were, and I by him, at all adventures, so we were quit here.

Will. Under what captain serve you?
K. Hen. Under sir Thomas Erpingham.
Will. A good old commander, and a most kind
tleman: I pray you, what thinks he of our estate?
K. Hen. Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that
look to be washed off the next tide.

K. Hen. By my troth, I will speak my conscience of the king; I think, he would not wish himself any where but where he is.

Bates. Then, 'would he were here alone; so should he be sure to be ransomed, and a many poor men's lives saved.

K. Hen. I dare say, you love him not so ill, to wish

upon his own head, the king is not to answer for it. Will. 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the illis


Bates. I do not desire he should answer for me; yet I determine to fight lustily for him. K. Hen. I myself heard the king say, he would not be ransomed.

Will. Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheerfully but, when our throats are cut, he may be ransomed, and we ne'er the wiser.


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