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So much complexion ?-Look ye, how they change! For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
Their cheeks are paper.-Why, what read you Another fall of man.-Their faults are open,

there,

That hath so cowarded and chas'd your blood

Out of appearance?

Cam.
I do confess my fault;
And do submit me to your highness' mercy.
Grey. Scroop. To which we all appeal.

K. Hen. The mercy, that was quick in us but late,
By your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd:
You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy;
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms,
As dogs upon their masters, worrying them.-
See you, my princes, and my noble peers,
These English-monsters! My lord of Cambridge
here,-

You know, how apt our love was, to accord
To furnish him with all appertinents
Belonging to his honour; and this man
Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspir'd,
And sworn unto the practices of France,
To kill us here in Hampton: to the which,
This knight, no less for bounty bound to us
Than Cambridge is,-hath likewise sworn.-But O!
What shall I say to thee, lord Scroop; thou cruel,
Ingrateful, savage, and inhuman creature!
Thou, that didst bear the key of all my counsels,
That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
That almost might'st have coin'd me into gold,
Would'st thou have practis'd on me for thy use?
May it be possible, that foreign hire

Could out of thee extract one spark of evil,
That might annoy my finger? 'tis so strange,
That, though the truth of it stands off as gross
As black from white, my eye will scarcely see it.
Treason, and murder, ever kept together,
As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose,
Working so grossly in a natural cause,
That admiration did not whoop at them:
But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in
Wonder, to wait on treason, and on murder:
And whatsoever cunning fiend it was,
That wrought upon thee so preposterously,
H'ath got the voice in hell for excellence:
And other devils, that suggest by treasons,
Do botch and bungle up damnation
With patches, colours, and with forms being fetch'd
From glistering semblances of piety;

But he, that temper'd thee, bade thee stand up,
Gave thee no instance why thou should'st do treason,

Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.
If that same dæmon, that hath gull'd thee thus,
Should with his lion gait' walk the whole world,
He might return to vasty Tartar back,
And tell the legions-I can never win
A soul so easy as that Englishman's.
O, how hast thou with jealousy infected

The sweetness of affiance! Show men dutiful?
Why, so didst thou: Seem they grave and learned?
Why, so didst thou: Come they of noble family?
Why, so didst thou: Seem they religious?

Why, so didst thou: Or are they spare in diet;
Free from gross passion, or of mirth, or anger;
Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood;
Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement ;"
Not working with the eye, without the ear,
And, but in purged judgment, trusting neither?
Such, and so finely bolted, didst thou seem:
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot,
To mark the full-fraught man, and best indued,"
With some suspicion. I will weep for thee;

(1) Living. (2) Rendered thee pliable.
(3) Pace, step. (4) Tartarus.

Arrest them to the answer of the law ;-
And God acquit them of their practices!

Exe. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Richard earl of Cambridge.

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Henry lord Scroop of Masham.

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Thomas Grey, knight of Northumberland.

Scroop. Our purposes God justly hath discover'd;
And I repent my fault, more than my death;
Which I beseech your highness to forgive,
Although my body pay the price of it.

Cam. For me, the gold of France did not seduce ;
Although I did admit it as a motive,
The sooner to effect what I intended:
But God be thanked for prevention;
Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice,
Beseeching God, and you, to pardon me.
Grey. Never did faithful subject more rejoice
At the discovery of most dangerous treason,
Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself,
Prevented from a damned enterprise:
My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign.
K. Hen. God quit you in his mercy! Hear your

sentence.

You have conspir'd against our royal person,
Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his

coffers

Receiv'd the golden earnest of our death;
Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter,
His princes and his peers to servitude,
His subjects to oppression and contempt,
And his whole kingdom unto desolation.
Touching our person, seek we no revenge;
But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,
Whose ruin you three sought, that to her laws
We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence,
Poor miserable wretches, to your death:
The taste whereof, God, of his mercy, give you
Patience to endure, and true repentance
Of all your dear offences!-Bear them hence.

[Exeunt conspirators guarded.
Now, lords, for France; the enterprise whereof
Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.
We doubt not of a fair and lucky war;
Since God so graciously hath brought to light
This dangerous treason, lurking in our way,
To hinder our beginnings, we doubt not now,
But every rub is smoothed on our way.
Then, forth, dear countrymen; let us deliver
Our puissance into the hand of God,
Putting it straight in expedition.
Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance:
No king of England, if not king of France.

Exe.

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A made a finer end, and went away, an it had For England his approaches makes as fierce,
been any christom' child; 'a parted even just be- As waters to the sucking of a gulf.
tween twelve and one, e'en at turning o'the tide; It fits us then, to be as provident

for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and As fear may teach us, out of late examples
play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, Left by the fatal and neglected English
I knew there was but one way; for his nose was Upon our fields.

as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. Dau.

How now, sir John? quoth I: what, man! be of It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe: good cheer. So 'a cried out-God, God, God! For peace itself should not so dull a kingdom, three or four times: now I, to comfort him, bid (Though war, nor no known quarrel, were in him, 'a should not think of God; I hoped, there question,)

was no need to trouble himself with any such But that defences, musters, preparations, thoughts yet: So, 'a bade me lay more clothes on Should be maintain'd, assembled, and collected, his feet: I put my hand into the bed, and felt them, As were a war in expectation.

and they were as cold as any stone; then I felt to Therefore, I say, 'tis meet we all go forth,

his knees, and so upward, and upward, and all To view the sick and feeble parts of France: was as cold as any stone.

Nym. They say, he cried out for sack.
Quick. Ay, that 'a did.

Bard. And of women.

Quick. Nay, that 'a did not.

Boy. Yes, that 'a did; and said, they were devils incarnate.

Quick. 'A could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he never liked.

Boy. 'A said once, the devil would have him about women.

And let us do it with no show of fear;

No, with no more, than if we heard that England
Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance:
For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd,
Her sceptre so fantastically borne

By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth,
That fear attends her not.

Con.

O peace, prince dauphin! You are too much mistaken in this king: Question your grace the late ambassadors,With what great state he heard their embassy. Quick. 'A did in some sort, indeed, handle wo- How well supplied with noble counsellors, men: but then he was rheumatic;2 and talked of How modest in exception, and, withal, the whore of Babylon. How terrible in constant resolution,

Boy. Do you not remember, 'a saw a flea stick And you shall find, his vanities fore-spent upon Bardolph's nose; and 'a said, it was a black Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus, soul burning in hell-fire? Covering discretion with a coat of folly; As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots That shall first spring, and be most delicate.

Bard. Well, the fuel is gone, that maintained that fire: that's all the riches I got in his service. Nym. Shall we shog off? the king will be gone from Southampton.

Pist. Come, let's away.-My love, give me thy
tips.

Look to my chattels, and my moveables:
Let senses rule; the word is, Pitch and Pay;
Trust none;

For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,
And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck;
Therefore, caveto be thy counsellor.

Go, clear thy crystals.3-Yoke-fellows in arms,
Let us to France! like horse-leeches, my boys;
To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!
Boy. And that is but unwholesome food, they say.
Pist. Touch her soft mouth, and march.
Bard. Farewell, hostess.

[Kissing her. Nym. I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but adieu.

Pist. Let housewifery appear; keep close, I thee command.

Quick. Farewell; adieu.

SCENE IV.-France.

Dau. Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable,
But though we think it so, it is no matter:
In cases of defence, 'tis best to weigh
The enemy more mighty than he seems,
So the proportions of defence are fill'd;
Which, of a weak and niggardly projection,
Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat, with scanting
A little cloth.

Fr. King. Think we king Harry strong;
And, princes, look, you strongly arm to meet him.
The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us;
And he is bred out of that bloody strain,"
That haunted us in our familiar paths:
Witness our too much memorable shame,
When Cressy battle fatally was struck,
And all our princes captiv'd, by the hand
Of that black name, Edward black prince of Wales;
Whiles that his mountain sire,-on mountain

standing,

Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,[Exeunt. Saw his heroical seed, and smil'd to see him Mangle the work of nature, and deface

A room in the French The patterns that by God and by French fathers King's palace. Enter the French King attended; Had twenty years been made. This is a stem the Dauphin, the Duke of Burgundy, the Consta-Of that victorious stock; and let us fear ble, and others. The native mightiness and fate of him.

Fr. King. Thus come the English with full power

upon us;

And more than carefully it us concerns,
To answer royally in our defences.
Therefore the dukes of Berry, and of Bretagne,
Of Brabant, and of Orleans, shall make forth,-
And you, prince dauphin,-with all swift despatch,
To line, and new repair, our towns of war,

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. Ambassadors from Henry king of England
Do crave admittance to your majesty.
Fr. King. We'll give them present audience.
Go, and bring them.

[Exe. Mess. and certain Lords.

With men of courage, and with means defendant: You see, this chace is hotly follow'd, friends.

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(4) Render it callous, insensible.
(5) In making objections.
(6) Wasted, exhausted.

(7) Lineage.

Dau. Turn head, and stop pursuit: for coward dogs

Must spend their mouths, when what they seem to threaten,

Runs far before them. Good my sovereign,
Take up the English short; and let them know
Of what a monarchy you are the head:
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
As self-neglecting.

Re-enter Lords, with Exeter and train.
Fr. King.

From our brother England?
Exe. From him; and thus he greets your majesty.
He wills you, in the name of God Almighty,
That you divest yourself, and lay apart
The borrow'd glories, that, by gift of heaven,
By law of nature, and of nations, 'long

To him, and to his heirs; namely, the crown,
And all wide-stretched honours that pertain,
By custom and the ordinance of times,
Unto the crown of France. That you may know,
'Tis no sinister, nor no awkward claim,
Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days,
Nor from the dust of old oblivion rak'd,
He sends you this most memorable line,

[Gives a paper.

In every branch truly demonstrative;
Willing you, overlook this pedigree:
And, when you find him evenly deriv'd
From his most fam'd of famous ancestors,
Edward the third, he bids you then resign
Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held
From him the native and true challenger.

Fr. King. Or else what follows?

:

Exe. Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crown Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it: And therefore in fierce tempest is he coming, In thunder, and in earthquake, like a Jove; (That, if requiring fail, he will compel ;) And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord, Deliver up the crown; and to take mercy On the poor souls, for whom this hungry war Opens his vasty jaws and on your head Turns he the widows' tears, the orphans' cries, The dead men's blood, the pining maidens' groans, For husbands, fathers, and betrothed lovers, That shall be swallow'd in this controversy. This is his claim, his threat'ning, and my message; Unless the dauphin be in presence here, To whom expressly I bring greeting too. Fr. King. For us, we will consider of this further: To-morrow shall you bear our full intent Back to our brother England.

Dau.

For the dauphin,

I stand here for him; What to him from England? Exe. Scorn, and defiance; slight regard, contempt,

And any thing that may not misbecome
The mighty sender, doth he prize you at.
Thus says my king: and, if your father's highness
Do not, in grant of all demands at large,
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 of his ordnance.

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.

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flies,

In motion of no less celerity

Than that of thought. Suppose, that you have seen
The well-appointed king at Hampton pier
Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet
With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning.
Play with your fancies; and in them behold,
Upon the hempen tackle, ship-boys climbing:
Hear the shrill whistle, which doth order give
To sounds confus'd: behold the threaden sails,
Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea,
Breasting the lofty surge: 0, do but think,
You stand upon the rivage2 and behold
A city on the inconstant billows dancing;
For so appears this fleet majestical,
Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow!
Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy;
And leave your England, as dead midnight, still,
Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old women,
Either 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 see a siege:
Behold the ordnance on their carriages,
With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.
Suppose, the ambassador from the French comes
back;

Tells Harry-that the king doth offer him
Katharine his daughter; and with her, to dowry,
Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms.

The offer likes not: and the nimble gunner
With linstock now the devilish cannon touches,
[Alarum and chambers' go off.
And down goes all before them. Still be kind,
And eke out our performance with your mind.

[Exit.

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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 rage:

Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;

Let it pry through the portage of the head,

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

[Exeunt Nym, Pistol, and Bardolph, followed by Fluellen.

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 serve me, could not be man to me; for, indeed, three such antics do

Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it, not amount to a man. For Bardolph,-he is whiteAs fearfully, as doth a galled rock

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O'erhang 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 !-On, on, you noblest English,
Whose blood is fet 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!

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
his prayers, lest 'a should be thought a coward; but
his few bad words are match'd with as few good
deeds; for 'a never broke any man's 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 lute-case; bore it
twelve leagues, and sold it for three halfpence.
Nym and Bardolph, are sworn brothers in filching;

Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war!-And you, good and in Calais they stole a fire-shovel: I knew, by

yeomen,

Whose limbs were made in England, show 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 hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot;
Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge,
Cry-God for Harry! England! and Saint George!

[Exeunt. Alarum, and chambers go off.

SCENE II.-The same. Forces pass over; then

enler Nym, Bardolph, Pistol, and Boy. Bard. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the

breach!

that piece of service, the men would carry coals. They would have me as familiar with men's pockets, as their gloves or their handkerchiefs: 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 villany 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 Gloster would speak with you.

Flu. To the mines! tell you the duke, it is not mines is not according to the disciplines of the war; so good to come to the mines: For, look the you, the concavities of it is not sufficient, for, look Nym. 'Pray thee, corporal, stay; the knocks you, th' athversary (you may discuss unto the duke, are too hot; and, for mine own part, I have not a look you,) is dight himself four yards under the case of lives: the humour of it is too hot, that is countermines: by Cheshu, I think, 'a will plow 10 the very plain-song of it.

Pist. The plain-song is most just; for humours
do abound;

Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop and die;
And sword and shield,
In bloody field,

Doth win immortal fame.

Boy. Would I were in an ale-house in London!
I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety.
Pist. And I:

If wishes would prevail with me,
My purpose should not fail with me,

But thither would I hie.

up all, if there is not better directions.

Gow. The duke of Gloster, to whom the order of
man; a very valiant gentleman, i'faith.
the siege is given, is altogether directed by an Irish-

Flu. It is captain Macmorris, is it not?
Gow. I think, it be.

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

Enter Macmorris and Jamy, at a distance. Gow. Here 'a comes; and the Scots captain,

Boy. As duly, but not as truly, as bird doth sing captain Jamy, with him. on bough.

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

Jamy. I say, gud-day, captain Fluellen.

Flu. God-den to your worship, goot captain Jamy. Gow. How now, captain Macmorris? have you quit the mines? have the pioneers given o'er ?

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