ACT IV. Enter CHORUS. Chorus. Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, That the fix'd centinels almost receive The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll; Sit patiently, and inly ruminate The morning's danger; and their gesture fad, So many horrid ghosts. O, now, who will behold The The royal captain of this ruin'd band, Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, His liberal eye doth give to every one, A little touch of Harry in the night: [Exit. SCENE I. The English Camp at Agincourt. Enter King HENRY, BEDFORD, and GLOSTER. K. Henry. Glofter, 'tis true, that we are in great danger; The greater therefore fhould our courage be. Good morrow, brother Bedford.—God Almighty! F 2 There There is fome foul of goodness in things evil, For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Enter ERPINGHAM. Good morrow, old fir Thomas Erpingham: Erp. Not fo, my liege; this lodging likes me better, Since I may fay-now lie I like a king. K. Henry. 'Tis good for men to love their prefent Lend me thy cloak, fir Thomas.-Brothers both, Glo. We fhall, my liege. [Exeunt GLO. and BED. K. Henry. No, my good knight; Go with my brothers to my lords of England: Erp. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry! [Exit. K. Henry. K. Henry. God-a-mercy, old heart! thou speak't cheerfully. Pift. Qui va lá? Enter PISTOL, K. Henry. A friend. Pift. Difcufs unto me; Art thou officer? Or art thou base, common, and popular? K. Henry. I am a gentleman of a company, Pift. Trail'ft thou the puiffant pike? K. Henry. Even fo: What are you? Pift. As good a gentleman as the emperor. K. Henry. Then you are a better than the king. Pift. 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 kifs his dirty fhoe, and from my heart-strings Pift. Le Roy! a Cornish name: art thou of Cornish crew? K. Henry. No, I am a Welshman, Pift. Know'st thou Fluellen? K. Henry. Yes. Pift. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate, Upon faint Davy's day. K. Henry. Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, left he knock that about yours. Pift. Art thou his friend? K. Henry. And his kinfman too. Pift. The figo for thee then! K. Henry. I thank you: God be with you! K. Henry. It forts well with your fiercenefs. F3 [Exit. Enter Enter FLUELLEN, and GoWER, feverally. Gower. Captain Fluellen! Flu. So! in the name of Cheshu Christ, speak lower. It is the greatest admiration in the univerfal 'orld, when the true and auncient 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 fhall find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle taddle, nor pibble pabble, in Pompey's camp; I warrant you, you hall find the ceremonies of the wars, and the cares of it, and the forms of it, and the fobriety of it, and the modefty of it, to be otherwife. Gower. Why, the enemy is loud; you heard him all night. Flu. If the enemy is an afs and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an afs, and a fool, and a prating coxcomb; in your own confcience now? Gower. I will fpeak lower. Flu. I pray you, and pefeech you, that you will. [Exeunt GoWER, and FLUELLEN. K. Henry. Though it appear a little out of fashion, There is much care and valour in this Welfhman. Enter three Soldiers, JOHN BATES, ALEXANDER COURT, and MICHAEL WILLIAMS. Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the morning. which breaks yonder? Bates. I think it be: but we have no great cause to defire the approach of day. Will. We fee yonder the beginning of the day, but, I think, we fhall never fee the end of it.-Who goes there? K. Henry. |