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Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his Majesty ;
Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply,
Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it,
your own losses, if he stay in France.
conditions: A night is but small breath, and little pause, To answer matters of this consequence. (Exeunt.
A CT III.
SC EN E I.
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.
In motion of no less celerity
fancies; and in them behold,
[ Alarm, and Cannon go off. And down goes all before him.
Still be kind, And eke out our performance with your
K. Henry. ONCEimare unto motore breach, dear
Soldiers, with scaling ladders.
friends, once more ;
peace, there's nothing so becomes a man
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
I see you stand like Greyhounds in the flips,
(Exeunt King, and Train.
Enter Nim, Bardolph, Pistol, and Boy.
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
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,
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 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.
Enter Gower, and Fluellen. Gower. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines; the Duke of Gloucester would speak
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