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
In second accent to his ordinance.

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,
I did present him with those Paris balls.

Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it,
Were it the mistress court of mighty Europe:
And, be assur'd, you'll find a difference,
(As we his subjects have in wonder found)
Between the promiss 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 you shall know our mind at
full.

(Flourish.
Exe. Dispatch us with all speed, left that our King
Come here himself to question our delay;
For he is footed in this land already.
Fr. King. You shall be soon dispatch'd with fair

conditions: A night is but small breath, and little pause, To answer matters of this consequence. (Exeunt.

A CT III.

SC EN E I.

TH

Enter CHORUS. Chorus.

HUS with imagin'd wing our swift scene

flies, + Shall hide your trespass, -] Mr. Pope rightly correded it, Shall

chide*A& III. SCENE I.] This whole Ad (and all the Rest of the Play) very much enlarged and improved by the Author, since the Editions of 1600, and 1608.

Mr. Pope.

In

1

In motion of no less celerity
Than that of thought. Suppose, that you have seen
The well-appointed King at Hampton Peer
Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet
With silken streamers the young Phæbus fanning.
Play with

your

fancies; and in them behold,
Upon the hempen tackle, ship-boys climbing;
Hear the shrill whiitle, which doth order give
To founds confus'd; behold the threaden fails,
Borne with th'invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea,
Breafting the lofty surge. O, do but think,
You stand upon the rivage, and behold
A city on th' inconstant billows dancing;
For so appears this Fleet majestical,
Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, Follow.
Grapple your minds to fternage of this navy,
And leave your England, as dead midnight ftill,
Guarded with grandfires, babies and old women;
Or past, or not arriv'd, to pith and puissance :
For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd
With one appearing hair, that will not follow
These cull'd and choice drawn cavaliers to France ?
Work, work your thoughts, and therein sce a fiege;
Behold the ordnance on their carriages
With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.
Suppose, th’ambassador from France comes back;
Tells Harry, that the King doth offer him
Catharine bis daughter, and with her to dowry
Some petty and unprofitable Dukedoms :
The offer likes not; and the nimble gunner
With lynstock now the devilish cannon touches,

[ Alarm, and Cannon go off. And down goes all before him.

Still be kind, And eke out our performance with your

mind.

[Exit.

SCENE

K. Henry. ONCEimare unto motore breach, dear

Before HARFLEUR.
Enter King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, and Gloucester ;

Soldiers, with scaling ladders.
NCE more the

friends, once more ;
Or close the wall up with the Englih dead.
In

peace, there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the Tyger;
Stiffen the finews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;

Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let it pry thro' the portage of the head,
Like the brass cannon: let the brow o'erwheln it,
As fearfully, as doth a galled rock
O’er-hang and jutty his confounded base,
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. Now on, you noblest English,
Whofe blood is fetcht 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 argument.
Dilhonour 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,
Whole limbs were made in England, shew us here
The mettle of your pasture: let us swear
That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not:
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That bath not noble lustre in your eyes ;

I see you stand like Greyhounds in the flips,
Straining upon the start. The game's a-foot:
Follow your fpirit; and, upon this charge,
Cry, God for Harry ! England ! and St. George!

(Exeunt King, and Train.
(Alarm, and Cannon go off.

Enter Nim, Bardolph, Pistol, and Boy.
Bard.

ON,
N, on, on, on, on, to the breach, to the

breach. Nim. '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 fong of it. Pift. The plain song is most juft ; for humours do

abound: Knocks

go

and come: God's vassals drop and die: And sword and shield, in bloody field, doth win im

mortal fame. Boy. Wou'd I were in an ale house in London, I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.

Pift. And I; if wishes would prevail,
I wou'd not stay, but thither would I hye.

Enter Fluellen.
Flu. Up to the breach, you dogs; avaunt, you cul-

lions.
Pift. Be merciful, great Duke, to men of mould,
Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage;
Good bawcock, 'bate thy rage; use lenity, sweet chuck.

Nim. These be good humours; your honour wins bad humours.

(Exeunt. Boy. As young as I am, I have observed these three swashers. I am boy to them all three ; but all they three, though they would serye me, could not be man

to

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to me; for, indeed, three such Antics do not amount to a man. For Bardolph, he is white-liver'd and redfac’d; by the means whereof he faces it out, but fights not. For Pistol, he hath a killing tongue, and

a quiet sword; by the means whereof he breaks words, f and keeps whole weapons. For Nim, he hath heard,

that men of few words are the best men; and therefore he scorns to say his prayers, lest he should be thought a coward; but his few bad words are match'd with as few good deeds, for he never broke any man's head but his own, and ihat was against a post when he was drunk. They will steal anything, and call it purchase.' Bardolph ftole a lute-case, bore it twelve leagues, and fold it for three half-pence. Nim and Bardolph are fworn 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 handkerchers; which makes much against my manhood; for if I would take from another's pocket to put into mine, it is plain pocketting up of wrongs. I must leave them, and seek some better service; their villany goes against my weak stomach, and therefore I must caft it up.

[Exit Boy.

Enter Gower, and Fluellen. Gower. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines; the Duke of Gloucester 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 are 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 digt himself four yards under the countermines; by Cheshi, I think, a'will plow up all, if there is not peiter directions.

Gower. The Duke of Gloucester, to whom the order
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