Fr. King. Think we king Harry strong;
And, princes, look you strongly arm to meet
him.

The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us ;
And he is bred out of that bloody strain,
That haunted us in our familiar paths:
Witness our too much memorable shame,
When Cressy battle fatally was struck,
And all our princes, captiv'd, by the hand

Of that black name, Edward black prince of
Wales;

Whiles that his mountain sire, on mountain

standing,

Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,
Saw his heroical seed, and smil'd to see him
Mangle the work of nature, and deface

The patterns that by God and by French fa

thers

Had twenty years been made. This is a stem
Of that victorious stock; and let us fear

The native mightiness and fate of him.

Enter a MESSENGER.

ness

Do not, in grant of all demands at large,
Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty,
He'll call you to so hot an answer for it,
That caves and womby vaultages of France
Shall chide your trespass, and return your
mock

Mess. Ambassadors from Henry King of En- In second accent of his ordnance.

gland

Do crave admittance to your majesty.

Fr. King. We'll give them present audience.
Go, and bring them.

[Exeunt MESS. and certain LORDS.I
You see, this chase is hotly follow'd, friends.
Dau. Turn head, and stop pursuit: for cow-
ard dogs

Most spend their mouths, when what they seem to threaten,

Runs far before them. Good my sovereign,
Take up the English short; and let them
know

Of what a monarchy you are the head:
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
As self-neglecting.

Re-enter LORDS, with EXETER and Train.
Fr. King. From our brother England?
Exe. From him; and thus he greets your
majesty.

He wills you, in the name of God Almighty,
That you divest yourself, and lay apart
The borrow'd glories, that, by gift of heaven,
By law of nature, and of nations, 'long

To him and to his heirs; namely the crown,
And all wide-stretched honours that pertain,
By custom and the ordinance of times,

Unto the crown of France. That you may

know,

'Tis no sinister, nor no awkward claim,
Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd
days,

Nor from the dust of old oblivion rak’'d,
He sends you this most memorable line,

[Gives a paper.
In every branch truly demonstrative;
Willing you, overlook this pedigree:
And, when you find him evenly deriv'd
From his most fam'd of famous ancestors,
Edward the third, he bids you then resign
Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held
From him the native and true challenger.
Fr. King. Or else what follows?

Exe. Bloody constraint; for if you hide the

crown

Even in your hearts, there will be rake for it:
And therefore in fierce tempest is he coming,
In thunder, and in earthquake, like a Jove;
(That, if requiring fail, he will compel ;)
And hids you, in the bowels of the Lord,
Deliver up the crown; and to take mercy
On the poor souls, for whom this hungry war
Opens his vasty jaws; and on your head
Turns he the widows' tears, the orphan's cries,
The dead men's blood, the pining maidens'

Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply,
It is against my will: for I desire
Nothing but odds with England; to that end,
As matching to his youth and vanity,
did present him with those Paris balls.
Ere. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake

for it,

Were it the mistress court of mighty Enrope;
And, be assur'd, you'll find a difference,
(As we his subjects have in wonder found,)
Between the promise of his greener days,
And these he masters now; now he weighs
time,

Even to the utmost grain; which you shall read
In your own losses, if he stay in France.
Fr. King. To-morrow shall you know our
mind at 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.

ACT III.

Enter CHORUS.

[Exeunt.

Chor. Thus with imagin'd wing our svið scene flies.

In motion of no less celerity

Than that of thought. Suppose, that you have

seen

The well-appointed king at Hampton pier
Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet
With silken streamers the young Phoebus fan-
ning.

Play with your fancies; and in them bebold,
Upon the hempen tackle, ship-boys climbing:
Hear the shrill whistle, which doth order give
To sounds confus'd: behold the threaden sails.
Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd
sea,

Breasting the lofty surge: O do but think,
You stand upon the rivage, and behold
A city on the inconstant billows dancing;
For so appears this fleet majestical,
Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, fol-

Scene I.

Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old wo-
[sauce
men,
Either past, or not arriv'd to, pith and puis-
For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd
With one appearing hair, that will not follow
These call'd and choice-drawn cavaliers to
France ?

Work, work, your thoughts, and therein see a
siege:

Behold the ordnance on their carriages,
With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.
Suppose, the ambassador from the French comes
back;

Tells Harry-that the king doth offer him
Katherine his daughter; and with her, to

dowry,

Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms.
The offer likes not: and the nimble gunner
With linstock now the devilish cannon touches,
[Alarum; and Chambers + go off.
And down goes all before them. Still be kind,
And eke out our performance with your mind."
[Exit.

SCENE I.-The same.-Before Harfleur.
Alarums. Enter King HENRY, EXETER, BED-
FORD, GLOSTER, and Soldiers, with Scaling

Ladders.

K. Hen. Once more unto the breach, dear
friends, once more;

Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man,
As modest stillness and humility:

Nym. 'Pray thee, corporal, 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.

Pist. The plain-song is most just; for hu
[die;
mours do abound;
Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop and
And sword and shield,

In bloody field,

Doth win immortal fame.

Boy. 'Would I were in an alehouse in London! I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety.

Pist. And I:

If wishes would prevail with me,

My purpose should not fail with me,
But thither would I hie.

Boy. As duly, but not as truly, as bird doth
sing on bough.

Enter FLUELLEN.

Flu. Got's blood !-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 !-your honour wins bad humours.

[Exeunt NYM, PISTOL, and BARDOLPH, followed by FLUELLEN.

Boy. As young as I am, I have observed 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 For Bardolph, antics do not amount to a man. -he is white-livered, and red-faced; by the means whereof, 'a faces it out, but fights not. For Pistol,-he bath 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 ‡ meu ; and therefore he scorns to say his prayers, lest

But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage:
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let it pry through the portage of the head,
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm
As fearfully, as doth a galled rock
O'erbang and jutty his confounded
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide;
Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit
To his full height!-On, on, you noblest En-'a should be thought a coward: but his few bad

glish,

base,

[it,

Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers, that like so many Alexanders,
Have, in these parts, from morn till even
fought

And sheath'd their swords for lack of
ment: ¶

argu

Dishonour not your mothers; now attest,
That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget
you!

Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war!-And you, good
yeomen,

Whose limbs were made in England, show us
bere

The mettle of your pasture; let us swear

words are matched 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 lea-
gues, and sold it for three halfpence. Nym, and
Bardolph, are sworn brothers in filching; and
in Calais they stole a fire-shovel: I knew, by
that piece of service, the men would 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.
leave them, and seek some better service: their
villainy goes against my weak stomach, and
[Exit Boy.

That you are worth your breeding; which I therefore I must cast it up.

doubt not:

For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot;
Follow your spirit; and, upon this charge,
Cry-God for Harry! England! and Saint
George !

[Exeunt. Alarum and Chambers go off.

SCENE 11.-The same.
Forces pass over; then enter NY, BARDOLPH,
PISTOL, and Boy.

Berd. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the breach !

• The staff which holds the match used in firing + Small pieces of ordnance.

: A mole to withstand the encroachment of the tide. 1 Fetched, Matter, subject. Worm, wasted.

I must

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: by Cheshu, 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?
Gow. I think, it be.

Flu. By Cheshu, 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 by Cheshu, he will maintain his argument as well as any military man in the 'orld, in the disciplines of the pristine wars of the

Romans.

Jamy. I say, gud-day, captain Fluellen.
Flu. God-den to your worship, goot captain
Jamy.

Gow. How now, captain Macmorris ? have you quit the mines? have the pioneers given o'er ?

Mac. By Chrish la, 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 so Chrish save me, la, in an hour. Oh! tish ill done, tish ill done; by my hand, tish ill doue!

Flu. Captain Macmorris, I peseech you now, will you vontsafe me, look you, a few disputations with you, as partly touching or concerning the diciplines 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 baith and I sall quit you with gud leve, as I may pick occasion; that sall I, marry. Mac. It is no time to discourse, so Chrish save me, 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, by Chrish, do nothing; 'tis shame for us all so God sa' me, '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, so Chrish sa' me, la.

Jamy. By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine tak themselves to slumber, aile du gude service, or alle ligge i'the grund for it; ay, or go to death; and aile pay it as valorously as I may, that sall I surely do, that is the breff aud the long: Marry, I wad full fain heard some question 'tween you tway.

Flu. Captain Macinorris, I think, look you, under your correction, there is not many of your nation——

Mac. Of any 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 you, if you 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 particu. Jarities.

Mac. I do not know you so good a man as mys If: so Chrish save me, I will cut off your head.

Gow. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.

• Requite, answer.

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 dis-
ciplines of war; and there is an end.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III-The same.-Before the Gates
of Harfieur.

The GOVERNOR and some Citizens on the
Walls; the English Forces below. Enter
King HENRY and his Train.

K. Hen. How yet resolves the governor of
the town?
This is the latest parle we will admit:
Therefore, to our best mercy give yourselves;
Or, like to men proud of destruction,
Defy us to our worst: for, as I am a soldier,
(A name that in my thoughts becomes ine
best,)
If I begin the battery once again,

I will not leave the half-achieved Hardenr,
Till in her ashes she lie buried.
The gates of mercy shall be all shut up;
And the flesh'd soldier,-rough and hard of
heart,-

In liberty of bloody hand, shall range
With conscience wide as hell; mowing like

cause,

If your pure maidens fall into the band
of hot and forcing violation?
What reign can hold licentious wickedness,
When down the hill he holds his tierce career!
We may as bootless spend our vain coun:and
Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil,
As send precepts to the Leviathan
To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Har-
fleur,
Take pity of your town and of your people,
Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command;
Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of
grace

O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds
Of deadly murder, spoil, and villany.
If not, why, in a moment, look to see
The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand
Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daugh-

ters;

Your fathers taken by the silver beards,
And their most reverend heads dash'd to the
walls;

Your naked infants spitted upon pikes;
Whiles the mad mothers with their bowls con-
fus'd

Do break the clouds, as did the wives of
Jewry

At Herod's bloody-hunting slaughtermen.
What say you? will you yield, and this aroad!
Or, guilty in defeuce, be thus destroy'd↑

Gov. Our expectation hath this day an eud:
The Dauphin, whom of succour we entreated,
Returns us-that his powers are not yet ready
To raise so great a siege. Therefore, dread
king,

We yield our town and lives to thy soft mercy :
Enter our gates; dispose of us, and ours;
For we no longer are defensible.

K. Hen. Open your gates.-Come, mucie
Exeter,
Go you and enter Harfleur; there remain,

And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French;
Use mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle,-
The winter coming ou, and sickness growing
Upon our soldiers,—we'll retire to Calais.
To-night in Harfleur will we be your guest:
To-ingrow for the march are we addrest. *
[Flourish. The King, &c, enter the Town.

SCENE IV.-Rouen.-A Room in the Pa

lace.

Enter KATHARINE and ALICE.

SCENE V-The same-Another Room in the same....

Enter the French Kind, the DAUPHIN, Duke of BOURBON, the CONSTABLE of France, and others.

Fr. King. 'Tis certain, he hath pass'd the ri ver Some.

ப

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 Dicu vivant! shall a few sprays of
us,

Kath. Alice, tu as esté en Angleterre, et The emptying of our father's luxury,
tu parles bien le language,
Alice. Un peu madame.

Kath. Je te prie, m'enseigneuz; il faut que j'apprenne à parler. Comment appellez vous la main, en Anglois?

Alice. La main? elle est appellée de hand.
Kath. De hand. Et les doigts?

Alice. Les doigts may foy, je oublie les doigts; mais je me souviendray. Les doigts! je pense, qu'ils sont appellés de fugres; ouy, de fingres.

Kath. La main, de hand; les doigts, de fingres. Je pense, que je suis le bon escolier. J'ay gagné deux mots d'Anglois vistement. Comment appellez vous les ongles!

Alice. Les ongles? les appellons, de nails.
Kath. De nails. Escoutez; dites moy, sije
parle bien de hand, de fingres, de nails.
Alice. C'est bien dit, madame; il est fort
bon Anglois.

Kath. Dites moy en Anglois, le bras.
Alice. De arm, madame.

Kath. Et le coude?

Klice. De elbow.

Aath. De elbow. Je m'en faitz la repetition de tous les mots, que vous m'avez ap pris dès a present.

Alice. Il est trop difficile, madame, comme je pense.

Kath. Excusez moy, Alice; escoutez: De haud, de fingre, de nails, de arm, de bilbow. Alice. De elbow, madame.

Kath. O Signeur Dieu! je m'en oublie;
De elbow. Comment appelles 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 verite, 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 deja oublié ce que je tous ay enseignée ?

Kath. Non, je reciteray à vous promptement. De band, de fingre, de nails,Alice. De nails, madame.

Kath. De nails, de arme, de ilbow. Alice. Suuf vostre honneur, de elbow. Kath. Ainsi dis je; de elbow, de neck, et de sin: 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 sout mots de son mauvais, corruptible, grosse, et impudique, 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 disner. [Exeunt.

Our scions, put in wild and savage stock,
And overlook their grafters ?
Spirt up so suddenly into the clouds,

Bour. Normans, but bastard Normans, Nor-
man bastards !

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

Con. Dieu de battailes! where have they
Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull?
this mettle ?
On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale,
Killing their fruit with frowns!

water,

Can sodden

A drench for sur-rein'dt jades, their barley
broth,

And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine,
Seem frosty? Oh! for honour of our land,
Let us not hang like roping icicles

Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?

Upon our houses thatch, whiles a more frosty
people

Poor, we may call them, in their native lords.
Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields;

Dau. By faith and honour,

Our mettle is bred out; and they will give
Our madams mock at us; and plainly say,
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 bence;

Let him greet England, with our sharp defi

ance.

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 of Burgundy;
Jaques Chatillion, Rambures, Vaudemont,
Beaumont, Grandpré, Roussi, aud Faucon

berg,

Foix, Lestrate, Bouciqualt, and Charolois;
High dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and
For your great seats, now quit you of great
knights,
shames,

land

Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our
With pennons painted in the blood of Har

fleur :

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,—
And in a captive chariot, into Rouen
Bring him our prisoner.

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,

• Prepared.

• Lust.
§ Dances.

† Projected.

1 Over-strained Pendants, small dags.

Flu. I'll assure you, 'a utter'd as prave 'ords at the pridge, as you shall see in a summer's [Exeunt.day: But it is very well; what he has spoke to me, that is well, I warrant you, when time is

SCENE VI.-The English Camp in Picardy.serve.
Enter GoWER and FLUellen.

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 my soul, and my heart, and my duty, and my life, and my livings, and my uttermost powers: he is not, (God be praised, and plessed!) auy 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? Flu. He is called-ancient Pistol. Gow. I know him not.

Enter PISTOL.

Flu. Do you not know him? Here comes the

man.

Pist. Captain, I thee beseech to do me fa

vours:

The duke of Exeter doth love thee well.

Flu. Ay, I praise Got; and I have merited some love at his hands.

Pist. Bardolph, a soldier, firm and sound of
heart,

Of buxom valoúr, hath, by cruel fate,
And giddy fortune's furious fickle wheel,
That goddess blind,

That stands upon the rolling restless stone,-
Flu. By your patience, ancient Pistol. For-
tune is painted plind, with a muffler before her
eyes, to signify to you that fortune is plind:
And she is painted also with a wheel; to signify
to you, which is the moral of it, that she is
turning and inconstant, and variations, and mu-
tabilities and her foot, look you, is fixed upon
a spherical stone, which rolls, and rolls, and
rolis-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'n a pir, and banged 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 pir of little price.
[voice;
Therefore, go speak, the duke will hear thy
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 re-

quite.

Fla. Ancient Pistol, I do partly understand your meaning.

Pist. Why then rejoice therefore.

Flu. Certainly, ancient, it is not a thing to rejoice at: for if, look you, bẹ were my brother,

• Valour under good command.

A fold of linen which partially covered the face. A small box in which were kept the consecrated sfers.

Gow. Why, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogne; 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 a breach, at such a convoy; who came off bravely, who was shot, who disgraced, what terms the enemy stood on; and this they con perfectly in the phrase of war, which they trick up with newtuned oaths: And what a beard of the general's cut, and a horrid suit of the camp, will do among foaming bottles, and ale-washed 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.

Flu. I tell you what, captain Gower ;-1 de perceive, he is not the man that he would gladly make show to the 'orld he is; if I find a bole in his coat, I will tell him my mind. [Dr heard.] Hark you, the king is coming; and i must speak with him from the pridge.

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

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

Flu. Ay, so please your majesty. The duke of Exeter has very gallantly maintained the pridge; the French is gone off, look you; and there is gallant and most prave passages; Mary, th'athversary was have possession of the pridge; but he is enforced to retire, and the duke of Exeter is master of the pridge: I can tell your majesty, the duke is a prave man.

K. Hen. What men have you lost, Fluellen ! Flu. The perdition of th'athversary hath been very great, very reasonable great: marry, for my part, I think the duke hath lost never a man, but one that is like to be executed for robbing a church: one Bardolph, if your magesty know the man: his face is all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs, and flames of fire; and his lips plows at his nose, and it is like a coal of fire, sometimes plue, and sometimes red; but his nose is executed, and his fire's out.

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 no thing 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 babit. §

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 Ling:-Say thou

An allusion to the custom in Spain and Italy of gir ing poisoned figs.

The objects of Spanish or Italian revenge
generally poisoned figs given to them.
1 An intrenchment hastily thrown up.
L. e. By his herald's coat.