Imatges de pàgina

Scene I.

SCENE 1-The English Camp at Agincourt.
K. Hen. Gloster, 'tis true, that we are in
great danger;
The greater therefore should our courage be.-
brother Bedford.-God



There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distil it ont;
For our had 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.



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



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!

Fla. So in the name of Cheshu Christ,
speak lower. It is the greatest admiration in
the universal 'orld, when the true and ancient
prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not kept:
if you would take the pains but to examine the
wars of Pompey the Great, you shall find, 1
warrant you, that there is no tittle taddle, or
pibble pabble, in Pompey's camp: 1 warrant
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 other.

Since 1 may say-now lie I like a king.

K. Hen. 'Tis good for men to love their pre-
sent 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

Commend me to the princes in our camp:
Do my good-morrow to them; and, anon,
Desire them all to my pavillion.

Glo. We shall, my liege.


Pist. Qui va lá!
K. Hen. A friend.

Gow. Why the enemy is lond; you heard hin all night.

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

Erp. Shall I attend your grace ?
K. Heu. 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
K. Hen. God-a-mercy, old heart! thou speak-
est cheerfully.

Gow. I will speak lower.

Fin. 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 WelshDra.

Will. Under what captain serve you? K. Hen. Under Sir Thomas Erpingham. Will. A good old commander, and a nost kind gentleman: 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.

Bates. He hath not told his thought to the king?

K. Hen. No; nor it is not meet he should. For, though I speak it to you, I think the king is but a man, as I am the violet smells to him, as it doth to me; the element shows to him, as it doth to me; all his seuses have but human conditions; his ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and though his affections are higher mounted than our's, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing; therefore when he sees reason of fears, as we do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish as our's are: Yet, in reason, no man should possess him with any appearance of fear, lest heart-he, by showing it, should dishearten his army. Bates. He may show what outward courage he will: but, I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could wish himself in the Thames up to the


I love the lovely bully.

Ken. Harry le Roy.

Pist. Le Roy a Cornish name: art thou of neck; and so I would he were, and-1 by him, at

all adventures, so we were quit here.


Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks youder?

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

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

K. Hen. A friend.

Pist. Discuss unto me; Art thou officer;
Or art thou base, common, and popular?
K. Hen. V am a gentleman of a company.
Pist. Trailest thon the pnissant pike?
K. Hen. Even so: What are you?
Pist. As good a gentleman as the emperor.
K. Hen. Then you are a better than the
Pist. The king's a bawcock, and a heart of

A lad of life, an impt of fame;
Of parents good, of fist most valiant:

I kiss his dirty shoe, and from my

What's thy name?

Cornish crew?

K. Hen. No, I am a Welshman.
Pict. Knowest thou Fluellen.
K. Ben. Yes.

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

pate, Upon Saint Davy's day.

K. Hen. Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, lest he knock that about yours. Pist. Art thou his friend?

K. Hen. And his kinsman too.
Pist. The jigo for thee then I

K. Hen. By ny troth, I will speak my con. science 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 him here alone; howsoever you speak this, to feel other men's minds: Methinks, I could not die any where so contented, as in the king's company; his cause being just, and his quarrel honourable.

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Will. That's more than we know. Bates. Ay, or more than we should seek after; for we know enough, if we know we are the king's subjects; if his cause be wrong, our obe-'tis a foolish saying. dience to the king wipes the crime of it out of


Will. 'Tis certain, that every man that dies ill, the ill is upon his own head, the king is to answer for it.


Will. But, if the cause be not good, the king himself hath a heavy reckoning to make; when all those legs, and arms, aud heads, chopped off in a battle, shall join together at the latter day,* and cry all-We died at such a place; some, swearing; some, crying for a surgeon; some, upon their wives left poor behind them; some upon the debts they owe; some upou their children rawly left. I am afeard there are few die well, that die in battle; for how can they charitably dispose of any thing, when blood is their argument! 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 subjection.

Will. Keep thy word: fare thee well.
Bates. Be friends, you English fools, be

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 inaster'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 damna-friends; we have French quarrels enough, if yʊu tion:-But this is not so: the king is not bound to could tell how to reckon. answer the particular endings of his soldiers, the father of his son, nor the master of his servant; for they purpose 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 have defeated the law, and outrun native punishment, though they can outstrip men, they have no wings to fly from God: war is his vengeance; so that here men are punished, for before-breach of the king's laws, in now the king's quarrel where they feared the death, they have borne life away; and where they would be safe, they perish: Then if they die unprovided, no more is the king guilty of their damnation, than he was before guilty of those impieties for the which they are now visited. Every subject's duty is the king's; but every snbject's soul is his own. Therefore should every soldier in the wars do as every sick man in his bed, wash every mote out of his conscience; and dying so, death is to him advantage; or not dying, the time was blessedly lost, wherein such preparation was gained and, in him that escapes, it were not sin to think, that making God so free an offer, he let him outlive that day to see his greatness, and to teach others how they should prepare.

K. Hen. Indeed, the French may lay twenty French crowns to one, they will beat us; for they bear them on their shoulders: But it is no English treason to cut French Crowns; and to-morrow, the king himself will be a clipper [Exeunt Soldiers. Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls, Our debts, our careful wives, our children, and Our sins lay on the king;-we must bear all O hard condition! twin-born with greatness, Subjected to the breath of every fool, Whose sense no more can feel but his ow wringing!

Bates. I do not desire he should answer for me; and yet I determine to fight lustily for bim.

arch? you may as well go about to turn the sun to ice, with famming in his face with a peacock's feather. You'll never trust his word after! come,

K. Hen. I myself heard the king say, he would not be ransomed.

K. Hen. Your reproof is something too round; I should be angry with you, if the time were convenient.

Will. Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live.

K. Hen. I embrace it.

Will. How shall I know thee again.

K. Hen. Give me any gage of thine, and I will wear it in my bounet: then, if ever thou darest acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel.

Will. Here's my glove; give me another of thine.

K. Hen. There.

Will. This will I also wear in my cap: if ever thou come to me and say, after to-morrow, This is my glove, by this hand, I will take thee a box on the ear.

K. Hen. If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it.

11. e. Punishment in their na

To pay here signities to bring

Will. Thou darest as well be hanged.

K. Hen. Well, I will do it, though I take thee in the king's company.

What infinite heart's ease must kings neglect,
That private men enjoy!
And what have kings, that privates have not

Save ceremony, save general ceremony f—-
And what art thon, thou idel ceremony?
What kind of god art thos, that suffer'st more
Of mortal griefs, than do thy worshippers!
What are thy rents? what are thy comings in 1
O ceremony, show me but thy worth!
What is the soul of adoration? +
Art thou aught else but place, degree, and

Creating awe and fear in other men?
Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd
Than they in fearing.


What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage
But poison'd flattery? O be sick, great great-
And bid thy ceremony give thee cure!
Think'st thou, the fiery fever will go out
With titles blown from adulation?

Will it give place to flexure and low bending!
Caust thou, when thou command'st the beggar's

Command the health of it? No, thon proud dream;

That play'st so subtly with a king's repose;
am a king, that find thee; and I know,
'Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball,
The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,
The enter-tissued robe of gold and pearl,
The farced title running 'fore the king,
The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp
That beats upon the high shore of this world,

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

K. Hen. If I live to see it, I will never trust his word after.

Will. 'Mass, you'll pay § him then! That's a perious shot out of an elder gum, that a poor aud private displeasure can do against a mon

The last day, the day of judgment. + Suddenly.

tive country.
to account, to punish.

Too rough.
intrinsic value of adoration."

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Never sees horrid night, the child of hell ;
Bat, like a lackey, from the rise to set,
Sweats in the eye of Phœbus, and all night
Sleeps in Elysium; next day, after dawn,
Doth rise and help Hyperion to his horse;
And follows so the ever-running year
With profitable labour, to his grave;
And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,
Winding up days with toil, and nights with


Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king.
The slave, a member of the country's peace,
Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots,
What watch the king keeps to maintain the


Whose hours the peasant best advantages.

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Do but behold yon poor, and starved band,
And your fair show shall suck away their souls,
Leaving them but the shales and husks of men..
Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins,
There is not work enough for all our hands;
To give each naked curtle-axe a stain,
That our French gallants shall to-day draw out,
And sheath for lack of sport; let us but blow on
wowe them,





Erp. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them.
1 in 1
Seek through your camp to find you.
K. Hen. Good old knight,

'Tis positive/gainst all exceptions, lords,

Collect them all together at my tent:
I'll be before thee.

That our superfluous lackeys, and our peasants,-
Who, in unnecessary action, swarm

Con. Hark, how our steeds for present ser-
vice neigh.

Dau. Mount them, and make incision in their

And dout them with superfluous courage:
That their hot blood may spin in English eyes,

Ram. What, will you have them weep our
horses' blood?

How shall we then behold their natural tears?

Mess. The English are embattled, you French

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Erp. I shall do't, my lord.
K. Hen. O God of battles! steel my soldiers'


Possess them not with fear; take from them



About our squares of battle,-were enough
To purge this field of such a hilding + foe;
Took stand for idle speculation:
Though we, upon this mountain's basis by

A very little little let us do,
But that our honours must not. What's to say?


The tucket-sonuance, and the note to mount :
And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound
That England shall couch down in fear, and
For our approach shall so much dare the field,

The sense of reckoning, if the opposed num

Con. To horse you gallant princes! straight
to horse!


Plack their hearts from them!-Not to-day,


O not to-day, think not upon the fault
My father made in compassing the crown!
1 Richard's body have interred new;
And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears,
Than from it issued forced drops of blood.
Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,
Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up
Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have
Two chantries, where the
Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do :
Though all that I can do, is nothing worth
Since that ruy penitence comes after all,
Imploring pardon.


sad and solemn



Crand. Why do you stay so long, my lords
of France?

Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones,
Ill-favour'dly become the morning field:
And our air shakes them passing scornfully.
Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose,
Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd

Enter GLOSTer,

Glo. My liege!

K. Hen. My brother Gloster's voice?-Ay;
I know thy errand, I will go with thee:-
The day my friends, and all things stay for me.

• The sun.

+ An old encouraging exclamation.

[Exeunt. Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour
Description cannot suit itself in words,
To demonstrate the life of such a battle
In life so lifeless as it shows itself.

SCENE II.-The French Camp.



And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps.
Their horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks,
With torch-staves in their hand and their poor
Lob down their heads, dropping their hides and
The gum down-roping from their pale dead
And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit
Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motion-
And their executors, the knavish crows,

Orl. The sun doth gild our armour; up, my

Dau. Montez a cheval:-My horse! valet!
lacquay! ha!

Orl. O brave spirit!

Dan. Via !+-les eaux et le terre
Orl. Rien puis? l'air et le feu-
Dau. Cielį cousin Orleans.--

Now, my lord Constable !

Con. They have said their prayers, and they stay for death.


Duu. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh suits,

And give their fasting horses provender,
And after fight with them?


Con. I stay but for my guard; On, to the field:

I will the banner from a trumpet take,.
And use it for my haste. Come, come away;
The sun is bigh, and we outwear the day.


• Do them out, extinguish them. The name of an in$ Colours + Mean, despicable. troductory flourish on the trumpet. Ring.

SCENE III-The English Camp.

Enter the English Host: GLOSTER, BEDFORD,
Glo. Where is the king?
Bed. The king himself is rode to view their

West. Of fighting men they have full threescore thousand..

Exe. There's five to one; besides they all are fresh.

Sal. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds.

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God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge:
If we no more meet, till we meet in heaven,
Then, joyfully, my noble lord of Bedford,
My dear lord Gloster, and my good lord

And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu !
Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good
luck go with thee!
Exe. Farewell, kind lord; fight valiantly to-

And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it,
For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour.
Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness;
Princely in both.

West. O that we now had here

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Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,


That he, which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart: his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse :
We would not die in that man's company,
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian; +
He that outlives this day, and comes
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian :
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends,
And say-to-morrow is Saint Crispian :
Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his


Familiar in their mouths as household words,
Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter,
Warw and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd:
This story shall the good man teach his son;

And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered:
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me,
Shall be my brother: be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England, now a-bed,
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not
here !
And hold their manhoods cheap, while any

That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

• Grieves.

The battle of Agincourt was fought October 25, 4. Crispin's day.

Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed:

The French are bravely ⚫ in their battles set,
And will with all expedience + charge on us.
K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds

be so.

West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward now!

K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from
England, cousin?
West. God's will, my liege, 'would you and I

Without more help, might fight this battle out! K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five thousand men ;

Which likes me better, than to wish us one.You know your places: God be with you all! Tucket.-Enter MONTJOY.

Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, king Harry,

If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,
Before thy most assured overthrow :
For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf,
Thou needs must be englutted.

Besides, in

mercy, The Constable desires thee, thou wilt mind Į Thy followers of repentance; that their souls May make a peaceful and a sweet retire From off these fields, where (wretches) their Must lie and fester. poor bodies

K. Hen. Who hath sent thee now !
Mont. The Coustable of France.

K. Hen, I pray thee, bear my former answer back;

Good God! why should they mock poor fellows Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones.


And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Old men forget; yet shall not all forget;
But he'll remember, with advantages,

What feats he did that day: Then shall our Killing in relapse of mortality.

thus ?

The man that once did sell the lion's skin
While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting

A many of our bodies shall, no doubt,
Find native graves; upon the which I trust,
Shall witness live in brass 5 of this day's work:
And those that leave their valiant bones in
Dying like men, though buried in your dung-

They shall be fam'd; for there the sun shall greet them,

And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime, The smell whereof shall breed a plague in


Mark then a bounding valour in our English; That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing, Break out into a second course of mischief,

Let me speak proudly ;-Tell the Constable,
We are but warriors for the working-day,
Our gayness, and our gilt, ¶ are all besmirch'd **
With rainy marching in the painful field;

• Gallantly.


1 Remind.

1. e. In brazen plates anciently let into tombstemes. We are soldiers but coarsely dressed. Golden shows, superficial gilding.

** Socled.


Scene IV.

There's not a piece of feather in our host,
(Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly,)
And time hath worn us into slavenry;
But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim:
And my poor soldiers tell me, yet, ere night,
They'll be in fresher robes; or they will pluck
The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers'

And turn them out of service. If they do this,
(As, if God please, they shall,) my ransom then
Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy la-

est dispos: tout a cette heure de couper vostre


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 bonne maison: gardez ma vie, et je vous
de Dieu me pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme
douneray deux cents escus.

Pist. What are his words?

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Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald; swear, but these my They shall have none,

joints: Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them, Shall yield them little, tell the Constable.

Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee

well: Thoa never shalt hear herald any more. [Exit. K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again for ransom.

Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a
gentleman of a good house; and, for his ransom,
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 jûrement,
aucun prisonnier; neant-
de pardonner
moins, pour les escus que vous l'avez promis,
it est content de vous donner la liberté, le

Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille remerciemens; et je m'estime heureux que je suis tombé entre les mains d'un cheva

Enter the Duke of YORK,

York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beglier, je pense, le plus brave, valiant, et tres distingué seigneur d'Angleterre. The leading of the vaward. ·

K. Hen. Take it, brave York.-Now, soldiers,

Pist. Expound unto me, boy.

Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thou sand thanks: and he esteems himself happy that he hath fallen into the hands of (as he thinks) the most brave, valorous, and thriceworthy signieur of England.


Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.[Exit PISTOL. Follow me, cur. Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine. [Erit 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. dolph and Nym had ten times more valour than this roaring devil f'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 stay with the lackeys, with the luggage of our he durst steal any thing adventurously. I must camp: the French might have a good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none to guard it. [Exit. but boys. Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde! ayez pitié SCENE V.-Another part of the Field of de moy!

O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox, t
Except, O signieur, thou do give to me
Egregious ransom.



Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty

For I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat,
In drops of crimson blood.

march away :--

And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!

SCENE IV.-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 qualitt.

Pist. Quality, call you me ?-Construe me, thy name? disart thou a gentleman 1 What


Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu!
Pist. Oh! signieur Dew should be a gentle-
Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and

man :

mark ;

Fr. Sol. Est il impossible d'eschapper la force de ton bras?

Pist. Brass, cur!

Thon damned and luxurious § mountain goat,
Offer'st me brass?



Orl. O seigneur!-le jour est perdu, tout

Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy!

Pist. Say'st thou me so is that a ton of moys! Come hither, boy; Ask me this slave in French,

What is his name.

Boy. Escoutez; Comment estes vous ap-

est perdu!

Dau. Mort de ma vie all is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame

Sits mocking in our plumes.—O meschante for

Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer.

Boy. He says, his name is-master Fer. Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk¶ him, and ferret him ;-discuss the same in French anto him.

Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and firk. Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut



Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur?
Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que
ous faites vous prest; car de soldat icy



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 ransom?

Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but
Let us die instant. Once more back again;
Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand,
And he that will not follow Bourbon now,
Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door,
His fairest daughter is contaminate.
Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog,

Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us


• Vanguard.


Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives An old cant word for a sword, so called from a fa- Unto these English, or else die with fame. nous sword catler of the name of Fox. 1 The diaphragm. Preces of money.

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