SCENE I.-France. Before Harfleur. Alarums. Enter KING HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOUCESTER, and Soldiers, with scaling ladders.

K. HEN. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;

Or close the wall up with our English 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 tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon* up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd
Then lend the eye a terrible aspéct;
Let it pry through the portage" of the head,

rage:

Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit
To his full height!-On, on, you noble English,
Whose blood is feta 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:-
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest,
That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you!
Be copy now to ment of grosser blood, [yeomen,
And teach them how to war
ar!-And you, good
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear [not;

That

you are worth your breeding; which I doubt For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,

As fearfully as doth a galled rock

O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.

Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide:

(*) Old copy, commune.

a Portage-] The port-holes.

b Jutty-] Project, jut out.

Confounded base,-] Demolished base.

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Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge,
Cry-God for Harry! England and saint

George!

[Exeunt. Alarum; and chambers go off.

Enter FLUELLEN.

FLU. Got's plood!-Up to the preach, you dogs! avaunt, you cullions!

[Driving them forward. PIST. Be merciful, great duke, to men of mould! Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage! Abate thy rage, great duke!

Good bawcock, bate thy rage! use lenity, sweet chuck!

NYм. These be good humours!-your honour wins bad humours.

[Exeunt NYM, PISTOL, and BARDOLPH, followed by FLUELLEN. Boy. As I young as am, I have observed these three swashers: I am boy to them all three: but all they three, though they would serve me, could not be man to me; for, indeed, three such antics do not amount to a man. For Bardolph,-he is white-livered, and red-faced; by the means whereof, 'a faces it out, but fights not. For Pistol,-he hath a killing tongue, and a quiet sword; by the means whereof 'a breaks words, and keeps whole weapons. For Nym, he hath heard that men of few words are the best men; and therefore he scorns to say lest 'a should be thought his prayers, a coward: but his few bad words are matched with as few good deeds; for 'a never broke any man's

d Got's plood!] Omitted in the folio, probably on account of the Aet 3 Jac. I. c. 21. See note (4), p. 562, Vol. I.

• Great duke,-] Great leader.

f Swashers.] Swaggerers, braggadochios.

head but his own; and that was against a post, when he was drunk. They will steal any thing, and call it, purchase. Bardolph stole a lutecase, bore it twelve leagues, and sold it for three halfpence. Nym and Bardolph are sworn 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, if I should take from another's pocket, to put into mine; for it is plain pocketing-up of wrongs. I must leave them, and seek some better service: their villainy goes against my weak stomach, and therefore I must cast it up.

[Exit Boy.

Re-enter FLUELLEN, GOWER following. Gow. 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 goot to come to the mines: for, look you, the mines is 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 yard under the countermines: py Cheshu, I think, 'a will plow up all, if there is not petter directions.

Gow. The duke of Gloucester, to whom the order of the siege is given, is altogether directed by an Irishman, a very valiant gentleman, i' faith. FLU. It is captain Macmorris, is it not? Gow. I think it be.

FLU, Py Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the 'orld: I will verify as much in his peard: he has no more directions in the true disciplines of the wars, look you, of the Roman disciplines, than is a puppy-dog.

Gow. Here 'a comes; and the Scots captain, 'captain Jamy, with him.

FLU. Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous gentleman, that is certain; and of great expedition, and knowledge, in the auncient wars, upon my particular knowledge of his directions: py Cheshu, he will maintain his argument as well as any military man in the world, in the disciplines of the pristine wars of the Romans.

Enter MACMORRIS and JAMY.

JAMY. I say, gude-day, captain Fluellen.
FLU. God-den to your worship, goot captain

James.

Gow. How now, captain Macmorris! have you quit the mines? have the pioneers given o'er?

a Carry coals.] See note (a), p. 159, Vol. I.

b What ish my nation? &c.] Mr. Knight suggests that by a common mistake in printing, the second and third lines were transposed, and that we should read, "Who talks of my nation, ish a

MAC. By Chrish la, tish ill done; the work ish give over, the trompet sound the retreat. By my hand, I swear, and my father's soul, the work ish ill done; it ish give over: I would have blowed up the town, so Chrish save me, la, in an hour. O, tish ill done, tish ill done; by my hand, tish ill done!

FLU. Captain Macmorris, I. peseech you now, will you voutsafe me, look you, a few disputations with you, as partly touching or concerning the disciplines of the war, the Roman wars, in the way of argument, look you, and friendly communication; partly, to satisfy my opinion, and partly, for the satisfaction, look you, of my mind, as touching the direction of the military discipline; that is the point.

JAMY. It sall be very gude, gude feith, gude captains baith and I sall quit you with gude leve, as I may pick occasion; that sall I, mary.

MAC. It ish no time to discourse, so Chrish save me: the day ish hot, and the weather, and the wars, and the king, and the dukes; it ish no time to discourse. The town ish beseech'd, and the trompet call us to the breach; and we talk, and, by Chrish, do nothing; tish shame for us all so God sa' me, tish shame to stand still; it ish shame, by my hand: and there ish throats to be cut, and works to be done; and there ish nothing done; so Chrish sa' me, la.

JAMY. By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine take themselves to slomber, aile do gude service, or aile ligge i' the grund for it; ay, or go to death; and aile pay't as valorously as I may, that sal I surely do, that is the breff and the long: mary, I wad full fain heard some question 'tween you tway. FLU. Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, under your correction, there is not many of your nation

MAC. Of my nation? What ish my nation? ish a villain, and a bastard, and a knave, and a rascal? What ish my nation? Who talks of my nation?

FLU. Look you, if you take the matter otherwise than is meant, captain Macmorris, peradventure, I shall think you do not use me with that affability as in discretion you ought to use me, look you; peing as goot a man as yourself, both in the disciplines of wars, and in the derivation of my pirth, and in other particularities.

MAC. I do not know you so good a man as myself: so Chrish save me, I will cut off your head.

Gow. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each

other.

Gow. The town sounds a parley.

FLU. Captain Macmorris, when there is more petter opportunity to be required, look you, I will pe so pold as to tell you, I know the disciplines of war; and there is an end." [Exeunt.

SCENE III.-The same. Before the Gates of Harfleur.

The Governor and some Citizens on the walls; the English Forces below. Enter KING HENRY, and his Train.

K. HEN. How yet resolves the governor of the
town?

This is the latest parle we will admit:
Therefore, to our best mercy give yourselves,
Or, like to men proud of destruction,
Defy us to our worst: for, as I am a soldier,
(A name, that, in my thoughts, becomes me best,)
If I begin the battery once again,

I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur,
Till in her ashes she lie buried.

The gates of mercy shall be all shut up,
And the flesh'd soldier, rough and hard of heart,
In liberty of bloody hand, shall range
With conscience wide as hell; mowing like grass
Your fresh-fair virgins, and your flowering infants.
What is it then to me, if impious war,
Array'd in flames, like to the prince of fiends,
Do, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats
Enlink'd to waste and desolation?

What is't to me, when you yourselves are cause,
If your pure maidens fall into the hand

Of hot and forcing violation?

To

What rein can hold licentious wickedness, When down the hill he holds his fierce career? We may as bootless spend our vain command Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil, As send precepts to the Leviathan come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur, Take pity of your town, and of your people, Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command; Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds Of deadly murder, spoil, and villainy. If not, why, in a moment, look to see The blind and bloody soldier, with foul hand, Defilet the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters; Your fathers taken by the silver beards,

And their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls;

Your naked infants spitted upon pikes,
Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confus'd
Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry,
At Herod's bloody-hunting slaughtermen.
What say you? will you yield, and this avoid?
Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd?

Gov. Our expectation hath this day an end:
The Dauphin, whom of succours we entreated,
Returns us-that his powers are yet not ready
To raise so great a siege. Therefore, great king,
We yield our town and lives to thy soft mercy :
Enter our gates, dispose of us and ours,
For we no longer are defensible.

K. HEN. Open your gates.-Come, uncle
Exeter,

Go you and enter Harfleur; there remain,
And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French :
Use mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle,—
The winter coming on, and sickness growing
Upon our soldiers,-we'll retire to Calais.
To-night in Harfleur will we be your guest,
To-morrow for the march are we address'd.

[Flourish. The KING, &c. enter the Town.

SCENE IV.-Rouen. A Room in the Palace.

Enter KATHARINE and ALICE.

elle est appelée, de hand. Et les doigts ?

ALICE. Les doigts? ma foi, j'oublie les doigts; mais je me souviendrai. Les doigts? je pense, qu'ils sont appelés de fingres; oui, de fingres.\

KATH. La main, de hand! les doigts, de fingres. Je pense, que je suis le bon écolier. "J'ai

gagné deux mots d'Anglais vêtement. Comment appelez-vous les ongles?

ALICE. Les ongles? les appelons, de nails. KATH. De nails. Ecoutez; dites-moi, si je parle bien de hand, de fingres, et de nails.

ALICE. C'est bien dit, madame; il est fort bọn Anglais.

KATH. Dites-moi l'Anglais pour le bras.
ALICE. De arm, madame.

KATH. Et le coude.

berish put into the mouths of Irish characters in Shakespeare's > day, would indicate but a very limited intercourse between this country and the sister Isle.

b Enter Katharine and Alice.] So the quarto: the folio, instead of Alice, has "an old gentlewoman."

ALICE. De elbow.

KATH. De elbow. Je m'en fais la répétition de tous les mots, que vous m'avez appris dès à présent.

ALICE. Il est trop difficile, madame, comme je pense.

KATH. Excusez-moi, Alice; écoutez: de hand, de fingre, de nails, de arm, de bilbow.

ALICE, De elbow, madame.

KATH. O Seigneur Dieu! je m'en oublie! De elbow. Comment appelez-vous le col?

ALICE. De neck, madame.

KATH. De nick: Et le menton ?
ALICE. De chin.

KATH. De sin. Le col, de nick: le menton,

de sin.

ALICE. Oui. Sauf votre honneur; en vérité, vous prononcez les mots aussi droit que les natifs d'Angleterre.

KATH. Je ne doute point d'apprendre par la grace de Dieu, et en peu de temps.

ALICE. N'avez-vous pas déjà oublié ce que je vous ai enseignée ?

KATH. Non, je reciterai à vous promptement: de hand, de fingre, de mails,

ALICE. De nails, madame.

KATH. De nails, de arm, de ilbow. ALICE. Sauf votre honneur, de elbow. KATH. Ainsi dis-je; de elbow, de nick; et de sin: Comment appelez-vous le pied et la robe? ALICE. De foot, madame; et de coun.

KATH. De foot, et de coun! O Seigneur Dieu ces sont mots de son mauvais, corruptible, gros, et impudique, et non pour les dames d'honneur d'user: je ne voudrais prononcer ces mots devant les seigneurs de France, pour tout le monde. I faut de foot, et de coun, néanmoins. Je reciterai une autre fois ma leçon ensemble: de hand, de fingre, de nails, de arm, de elbow, de nick, de sin, de foot, de coun.

ALICE. Excellent, madame!
KATH. C'est assez pour une fois; allons-nous
[Exeunt.

à dîner.