Alice. De nayles, madame.

Cath. De nayles, de arme, de ilbow.

Alice. Sauf votre honneur, d' elbow.

Cath. Ainfi, dis je d' elbow, de neck, de fin: comment appellez vous les pieds, & de robe?

Alice. Le foot, madame, & le coun.

Cath. Le foot, & le conn! O Seigneur Dieu! ces font des mots mauvais, corruptibles & impudiques, & non pour les dames d'honneur d' ufer: je ne voudrois prononcer ces mots devant les Seigneurs de France, pour tout le monde; il faut le foot, & le coun, neant-moins. Je reciteray une autrefois ma lecon enfemble; d' hand, de fingre, de nayles, d'arme, d'elbow. de neck, de fin, de foot, de coun. Alice. Excellent, madame.

Cath. Cet affez pour une fois, allons nous en difner.

SCENE

VI.

Prefence- Chamber in the French Court..

[Exeunt.

Enter the King of France, the Dauphin, Duke of Bourbon, the Conftable of France, and others.

Fr. King. "T

IS certain, he hath pafs'd the river

Some.

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 barb'rous people.
Dau. O Dieu vivant! fhall a few sprays of us,
(The emptying of our fathers' luxury.)
Our Syens, put in wild and savage ftock,
Sprout up fo fuddenly into the clouds,
And over-look their grafters ?

[baftards.

Bour. Normans, but baftard Normans; Norman

Mort de ma vie ! if thus they march along
Unfought withal, but I will fell my Dukedom,
To buy a foggy and a dirty farm

In that nook-fhotten Ifle of Albion.

[mettle?

Con. Dieu de Batailles! why, whence have they this

Is not their climate foggy, raw and dull?
On whom, as in defpite, the Sun looks pale,
Killing their fruit with frowns? can fodden water,
A drench for fur-reyn'd jades, their barly-broth,
Decoct their cold blood to fuch valiant heat?
And fhall our quick blood, fpirited with wine,
Seem frofty? Oh, for honour of our land,
Let us not hang like frozen ificles

Upon our houfe-tops, while more frofty people
Sweat drops of gallant blood in our rich fields :
Poor (we may call them) in their native Lords.
Dau. By faith and houour,

Our madams mock at us, and plainly say,
Our mettle is bred out; and they will give
Their bodies to the luft of English youth,
To new-flore France with baftard warriors.

Bour. They bid us to the English dancing schools, And teach Lavolta's high, and swift Curranto's; Saying, our grace is only in our heels;

And that we are moft lofty run-aways.

Fr. King. Where is Mountjoy, the herald? fpeed him
hence ;

Let him greet England with our sharp defrance.
Up, Princes, and with spirit of honour edg'd,
Yet fharper than your fwords, hie to the field:
Charles Delabreth, high conftable of France;
You, dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berry,
Alanfon, Brabant, Bar and Burgundy,
Jaques Chatillion, Rambures, Vaudemont,
Beaumont, Grandpree, Rouffie, and Faulconbridge,
Loys. Leftraile, Bouciqualt, and Charaloys,

High Dukes, great Princes, Barons, Lords and Knights;
For your great feats now quit you of great shames :
Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land
With penons painted in the blood of Harfleur :
Rufh on his hoft, as doth the melted fnow
Upon the vallies; whofe low vassal feat
The Alps doth fpit and void his rheum upon.

Go

Go down upon him, (you have pow'r enough,)
And in a captive chariot into Roan
Bring him our prifoner.

Con. This becomes the great.

Sorry am I, his numbers are so few,

His foldiers fick, and famisht in their march:
For, I am fure, when he fhall see our army,
He'll drop his heart into the fink of fear,
And for atchievement offer us his ransom.
Fr. King. Therefore, Lord Constable, hafte on
Mountjoy;

And let him fay to England, that we fend
To know what willing ransom he will give.
Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Roan.
Dau. Not fo, I do befeech your Majefty.

Fr. King. Be patient, for you shall remain with us.
Now forth, Lord Conftable, and Princes all;
And quickly bring us word of England's fall.

Gower.

SCENE VII.

The English Camp.

Enter Gower and Fluellen.

HOW

[Exeunt.

OW now, captain Fluellen, come you 1 from the bridge?

Flu. I affure you, there is committed at the pridge.

very

excellent fervices

Gower. 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 foul, and my heart, and my duty, and my life, and my living, and my uttermoft power. He is not, God be praised and plessed, any hurt in the world; he is maintain the pridge most valiantly, with excellent discipline. There is an Ancient lieutenant there at the pridge, I think, in my very conscience, he is as valiant

M 5

a man

a man as Mark Antony, and he is a man of no estimation in the world, but I did fee him do gallant fervices. Gower. What do you call him?

Flu. He is call'd Ancient Piftol.
Gower. I know him not.

Enter Piftol.

Flu. Here is the man.

Pift. Captain, I thee befeech to do me favours: The Duke of Exeter doth love thee well.

Flu. I, I praife God, and I have merited fome love at his hands.

Pift. Bardolph, a foldier firm and found of heart, And buxom valour, hath by cruel fate.

And giddy fortune's furious fickle wheel,

That Goddess blind that ftands upon the rolling restless ftone

Flu. By your patience, Ancient Piftol: Fortune is painted with a muffler before her eyes, to fignify to you that fortune is plind; and he is painted alfo with a wheel, to fignify to you, which is the moral of it that she is turning and inconftant, and mutabilities and variations; and her foot, look you, is fixed upon a fpherical ftone, which rowles, and rowles, and rowles; in good truth, the Poet makes a moft excellent defcription of it: fortune is an excellent moral.

Pift. Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him; for he hath ftolen a Pax, and hanged muft a' be; damned death!

Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free,
And let not hemp his wind-pipe fuffocate;
But Exeter hath given the doom of death,
For Pax of little price. Therefore, go speak,
The Duke will hear thy voice;

And let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut

for he hath foln a Pax.] This is conformable to History. A Soldier (Hall tells us, Henry V. year 3. fol. 14.) being hanged at this Time for fuch a Fa&.

Nr. Pope.

With edge of penny-cord, and vile reproach.
Speak, Captain, for his life, and I will thee requite.
Flu. Ancient Piftol, I do partly understand your
meaning.

Pift. Why then rejoice therefore.

put

him

Flu. Certainly, Ancient, it is not a thing to rejoice at; for if, look you, he were my brother, I would defire the Duke to use his good pleasure, and to executions; for difciplines ought to be used. Pift. Die and be damn'd, and Figo for thy friendship! Flu. It is well.

Pift. The fig of Spain→

Flu. Very good.

[Exit Pift.

Gower. Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal, I remember him now; a bawd, a cut-purse.

Flu. I'll affure you, he utter'd as prave words at the pridge, as you fhall fee in a fummer's day: but it is very well; what he has fpoke to me, that is well, I warrant you, when time is serve.

Gower. Why, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue, that now and then goes to the wars, to grace himself at his return into London, under the form of a foldier. Such fellows are perfect in the great commanders' names, and they will learn you by rote where fervices were done; at such and fuch a sconce, at fuch a breach, at fuch a convoy; who came off bravely, who was fhot, who difgrac'd, what terms the enemy flood on; and this they con perfectly in the phrafe of war, which they trick up with new-turned oaths: And what a beard of the general's cut, and a horrid fuit of the camp, will do among foaming bottles and ale-wafh'd wits, is wonderful to be thought on! But you must learn to know fuch flanders of the age, or elfe you may be marvelously mistook.

Flu. I tell you what, captain Gower; I do perceive, he is not the man that he would gladly make fhew to the world he is; ifI find a hole in his coat, I will tell