A foul fo eafy as that Englishman's.

Oh, how haft thou with jealoufy infected
The sweetnefs of affiance! Shew men dutiful?
Why, fo didft thou: Seem they grave and learned?
Why, fo didft thou: Come they of noble family?
Why, fo didit thou: Stem they religious?
Why, fo didit thou: Or are they (pare in diet;
Free from grofs paffion, or of mirth, or anger;
Conftant in fpirit, not fwerving with the blood;
Garnish'd and deck'd in modeft complement ;
Not working with the eye, without the ear,
And, but in purged judgment, truiting neither 2?
Such, and fo finely boulted 3, didit thou feem:
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot,
To mark the full-fraught man, the belt endu'd,
With fome fufpicion. I will weep for thee;
For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
Another fall of man.-Their faults are open,
Arreft them to the answer of the law;-
And God acquit them of their practices!

Exe. I arreft thee of high treafon, by the name of Richard earl of Cambridge.

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

Poor miferable wretches, to your death:
The tafte whereof, God, of his mercy, give you
Patience to endure, and true repentance
Of all your dear offences!-Bear them hence.

[Exeunt.

Now, lords, for France; the enterprize whereof
Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.
We doubt not of a fair and lucky war;
Since God fo graciously hath brought to light
This dangerous treafon, lurking in our way,
To hinder our beginnings, we doubt not now,
But every rub is fmoothed in our way.
Then, forth, dear countrymen; let us deliver
Our puiffance into the hand of God,
Putting it ftraight in expedition.
Chearly to fea; the figns of war advance :
No king of England, if not king of France.

[Exeunt.

Enter Piftol, Nym, Bardolph, Boy, and Quickly.
Quickly. Pr'ythee, honey-fweet husband, let me
Pif. No: for my manly heart doth yern.—

I arreft thee of high treafon, by the name of bring thee to Staines.

Thomas Grey, knight of Northumberland.

veins;

Scroop. Our purposes God juttly hath discover'd ; Bardolph, be blith;-Nym, roufe thy vaulting And I repent my fault, more than my death; Which I beseech your highnefs to forgive, Although my body pay the price of it.

[duce;

Cam. For me, the gold of France did not fe--
Although I did admit it as a motive,
The fooner to effect what I intended:
But God be thanked for prevention ;
Which I in fufferance heartily will rejoice,
Befeeching God, and you, to pardon me.

Grey. Never did faithful fubject more rejoice
At the difcovery of moft dangerous treafon,
Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself,
Prevented from a damned enterprize:
My fault, but not my body, pardon, fovereign.

K. Henry. God quit you in his mercy! your fentence.

You have confpir'd against our royal perfon,
Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from

coffers

Hear

his

[dead, Boy, briftle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is And we muft yern therefore.

Bard. Would, I were with him, wherefome'er he is, either in heaven, or in hell!

Quick. Nay, fure, he's not in hell; he's in Arthur's bofom, if ever man went to Arthur's bofom. 'A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any chrifom'd 5 child: 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at turning o'the tide": for after I faw him fumble with the fheets 7, and play with flowers, and fmile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nofe was as harp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields.→→→ How now, Sir John? quoth I: what, man! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out-God, God, God! three or four times: now I, to comfort him, bið him 'a should not think of God; I hop'd, there was no need to trouble himfelf with any fuch thoughts yet: So 'a bade me lay more cloaths on his feet: I put my hand into the bed, and felt them, and they were as cold as any ftone; then I felt to his knees, and fo upward, and upward, and all was as cold as any tone.

Nym. They fay, he cried out of fack,
Quick. Ay, that 'a did.

Bard. And of women.

Qik. Nay, that 'a did not.

1 Complement has in this inftance the fame fenfe as in Love's Labour's Loft, A&t. I. Complements, in the age of Shakspeare, meant the fame as accomplishments in the prefent one. 2 The king means to fay of croop, that he was a cautious man, who knew that a fpecious appearance was deceitful, and therefore did not trust the air or look of any man till he had tried him by enquiry and converfation. 3 i. e. refined or fifted from all faults. 41. e. marked by the blot he speaks of in the preceding line. 5 The old quarto has it, crifomb'd child. The chryfom was the white cloth put on the new baptifed child. The child itself was alfo fometimes called a chryfom. 6 It was a common opinion among the women of our author's time, that nobody died but in the time of cbb; though every day's experience must have confuted fuch a notion. 7 This indication of approaching death is enumerated by Celfus, Lommius, Hippocrates, and Galen,

Boy. Yes, that 'a did; and faid, they were devils | (Though war, nor no known quarrel, were in incarnate. question) Quick, 'A could never abide carnation; 'twas a But that defences, mufters, preparations, colour he never lik'd. Should be maintain'd, affembled, and collected, Boy. 'A faid once, the devil would have him As were a war in expectation. about women. Therefore, I fay, 'tis meet we all go forth, Quick. 'A did in fome fort, indeed, handle wo-To view the fick and feeble parts of France: men: but then he was rheumatic; and talk'd of And let us do it with no fhew of fear;

the whore of Babylon.

No, with no more, than if we heard that England

Boy. Do you not remember, 'a saw a flea stick | Were bufied 4 with a Whitfun morris-dance: upon Bardolph's nofe; and 'a faid, it was a black For, my good liege, the is fo idly king'd, foul burning in heil-fire? Her fcepter fo fantastically borne

Bard. Well, the fuel is gone, that maintain'd that fire: that's all the riches I got in his fervice. Nym. Shall we fhog? the king will be gone from Southampton. Pift. Come, let's away.thy lips.

-My love, give me

Look to my chattels, and my moveables:
Let fenfes rule; the word is, Pitch and pay2;
Truft none;

For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,
And hold-faft 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 horfe-leeches, my boys;
To fuck, to fuck, the very blood to fuck.

Lay.

By a vain, giddy, fhallow, humourous youth,
That fear attends her not.

Gon. O peace, prince Dauphin!
You are too much mistaken in this king:
Queftion your grace the late ambassadors,--
With what great ftate he heard their embaffy,
How well fupply'd with noble counsellors,
How modeft in exception 5, and, withal,
How terrible in conftant refolution,-
And you fhall find, his vanities fore-spent
Were but the out-fide of the Roman Brutus,
Covering difcretion with a coat of folly ;
As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots
That fhall firft fpring, and be most delicate.
Dau. Well, 'tis not fo, my lord high conftable,

Boy. And that is but unwholefome food, they But though we think it fo, it is no måtter:

Pift. Touch her foft mouth, and march.
Bard. Farewel, hofteis.

Nym. I cannot kifs, that is the humour of it; but adieu.

Pift. Let housewif'ry appear; keep clofe, I

[Exeunt.

Enter the French King, the Dauphin, the Duke
Burgundy, and the Constable.

Fr. King. Thus come the English with full

power upon us;

In cafes of defence, 'tis beft 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 mifer, fpoil his coat, with fcanting
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 ftrain,
That haunted us in our familiar paths:
Witnefs our too much memorable fhame,

of When Crefly battle fatally was ftruck,
And all our princes captiv'd, by the hand
Of that black name, Edward black prince of
Wales;
Itanding,
Whiles that his mountain fire,-on mountain
Up in the air, crown'd with the golden fun,--
Saw his heroical feed, and fmild to fee him
Mangle the work of nature, and deface
The patterns that by God and by French fathers
Had twenty years been made. This is a ftem
Of that victorious stock; and let us fear
The native mightiness and fate of him.
Enter a Mellenger.

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, thall make forth,-
And you, prince Dauphin,—with all swift dispatch,
To line, and new repair, our towns of war,
With men of courage, and with means defendant:
For England his approaches makes as fierce,
As waters to the fucking of a gulph.
It fits us then, to be as provident
As fear may teach us, out of late examples
Left by the fatal and neglected English
Upon our fields.

Dau. My most redoubted father,

It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe:
For peace itself fhould not fo dull a kingdom,

Me. Ambafadors from Henry king of England
Do crave admittance to your majesty.

Fr. King. We'll give them prefent audience.—
Go, and bring them.

You fee this chafe is hotly follow'd, friends.
Dau. Turn head, and ftop purfuit; for coward
dogs

1 i. e. let prudence govern you. 2 This caution was had fuffered before by letting Falstaff run in her debt. reads, were troubled. 5 i. e. how diffident and decent in

a

very proper one to Mrs. Quickly, who 3 i. e. dry thine eyes. 4 The 4to 1608 making objections.

Mon

Most spend their mouths, when what they feem to] For husbands, fathers, and betrothed lovers,

threaten

Runs far before them. Good my fovereign,

That fhall be twallow'd in this controverfy.
This is his claim, his threatning, and my message;

Take up the English short; and let them knowUnlefs the Dauphin be in prefence here,

Of what a monarchy you are the head:
Self-love, my liege, is not fo vile a fin,
As felf-neglecting.

Enter Exeter.

[jefty.

Fr. King. From our brother England?
Exe. From him; and thus he greets your ma-
He wills you, in the name of God Almighty,
That you diveft 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-ftretched honours that pertain
By cuftom, and the ordinance of times,

To whom exprefsly I bring greeting too.

Fr. King. For us, we will confider of this
further:

To-morrow fhall you bear our full intent
Back to our brother of England.
Dau. For the Dauphin,

Iftand here for him; What to him from England?
Exc. Scorn, and defiance; flight regard, contempt,
And any thing that may not misbecome
The mighty fender, doth he prize you at.
Thus fays my king: and, if your father's highness
Do not, in grant of all demands at large,
Sweeten the bitter mock you fent his majesty,

Unto the crown of France. That you may know, He'll call you to so hot an answer for it,
'Tis no finifter, nor no aukward claim,

That caves and womby vaultages of France

Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days, Shall chide 2 your trespass, and return your mock

Nor from the duft of old oblivion rak'd,
He fends you this most memorable line 2,
In every branch truly demonftrative;

[Gives the French King a paper.
Willing you, overlook this pedigree:
And, when you find him evenly deriv'd
From his mott fam'd of famous ancestors,
Edward the third, he bids you then refign
Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held
From him the native and true challenger.
Fr. King. Or elfe what follows?

In fecond accent of his ordinance.

Dau. Say, my father render fair reply,

It is against my will: for I defire
Nothing but olds with England; to that end,
As matching to his youth and vanity,

I did prefent him with those Paris balls.

Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it,
Were it the miftrefs court of mighty Europe:
And, he affur'd, you'll find a difference
|(As we, his subjects, have in wonder found)
Between the promife of his greener days,

Exe. Bloody conftraint; for if you hide the And these he masters 3 now; now he weighs time,

crown

Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it :
And therefore in fierce tempeft is he coming,
In thunder, and in earthquake, like a Jove,
That, if requiring fail, he will compel.
He bids you, in the bowels of the Lord,
Deliver up the crown and to take mercy
On the poor fouls, for whom this hungry war
Opens his vafty jaws: and on your head
Turns he the widows' tears, the orphans' cries,
The dead men's blood, the pining maidens' groans,

Even to the utmost grain; which you shall read
In your own loffes, if he ftay in France.

Fr. King. To-morrow you shall know our mind
at full.

[Flourish. Exc. Dispatch us with all speed, left that our king

Come here himfeif to question our delay;
For he is footed in this land already. [conditions:
Fr. King. You fhall be foon difpatch'd, with fair
A night is but fmall breath, and little pause,
To anfwer matters of this confequence, [Exeunt.

Chor.

Enter Chorus.

To founds confus'd: behold the threaden fails,

HUS with imagin'd wing our fwift Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,

TH

fcene flies,

In motion of no less celerity

Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd fea,
Breafting the lofty furge: O, do but think,

A city on the inconftant billows dancing;
For fo appears this fleet majestical,

Than that of thought. Suppofe, that you have feen You ftand upon the rivage 4, and behold
The well-appointed king at Hampton pier
Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet
With filken streamers the young Phoebus fanning.
Play with your fancies; and in them behold,
Upon the hempen tackle, fhip-boys climbing :
Hear the fhrill whistle, which doth order give

* i. e. bark.

Holding due courfe to Harfleur. Follow, follow!
Grapple your minds to sternage 5 of this navy;
And leave your England, as dead midnight, itill,
Guarded with grandfires, babies, and old women,

Meaning, this genealogy; this deduction of his lineage. refound, to echo. 3 The quartos 1600 and 1608, read mufters. The bank or thore. minds follow clofe after the navy.

To chide is to i. e. Let your

Or paft, or not arriv'd to, pith and puiffance:
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.
Suppofe, the amballador 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 linftock now the devilish cannon touches,
[Alarum; and chambers go off.
And down goes all before him. Still be kind,
And eke out our performance with your mind.

[Exit.

Enter King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, Glofter, and

Soldiers, with Scaling Ladders.

K. Henry. Once more unto the breach, dear
friends, once more :

Or close the wall up with the English dead!
In peace, there's nothing fo becomes a man,
As modeft ftillnefs, and humility:

But when the blaft of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tyger;
Stiffen the finews, fummon up the blood,
Difguife fair nature with hard-favoured rage:
Then lend the eye a terrible afpect;
Let it pry through the portage 2 of the head,
Like the brafs cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it,
As fearfully, as doth a galled rock
O'er-hang and jutty his confounded 3 hase,
Swill'd with the wild and wafteful ocean.
Now fet the teeth, and stretch the noftril wide;
Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit
To his full height !--On, on, you noblest English,
Whofe blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers, that, like fo many Alexanders,

Follow your fpirit: and, upon this charge,
Cry-God for Harry England! and faint George!
[Exeunt King and trais,
[Alarum, and chambers go off,
SCENE II.

Enter Nym, Bardolph, Piflol, and Boy.
Bard. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the
breach!

Nym. Pray thee, corporal 5, ftay; the knocks are too hot; and, for mine own part, I have not a cafe of lives; the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain-fong of it.

Pift. The plain-fong is most juft: for humours
do abound;

Knocks go and come; God's vaffals drop and die;
And fword and shield,

[Exeunt,

Boy. As young as I am, I have obferv❜d thefe three fwafhers. 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 fuch anticks do not amount to a man. For Bardolph, he is white-liver'd, and red-fac'd; by the means whereof, 'a faces it out, but fights not. For Piftol,he hath a killing tongue, and a quiet fword; by the means whereof 'a breaks words, and keeps Have, in thefe parts, from morn 'till even fought, whole weapons. For Nym, he hath heard, that And sheath'd their fwords for lack of argument 4. men of few words are the beft 8 men; and thereDishonour not your mothers; now attest, fore he fcorns to fay his prayers, left 'a should be That thofe, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you! thought a coward: but his few bad words are Be copy now to men of groffer blood, [yeomen, match'd with as few good deeds; for 'a never And teach them how to war!And you, good broke any man's head but his own; and that was Whofe limbs were made in England, fhew us here against a poft, when he was drunk. They will The mettle of your pafture; let us fwear [not; fteal any thing, and call it-purchase. Bardolph That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt ftole a lute-cafe; bore it twelve leagues, and fold For there is none of you fo mean and base, That hath not noble luftre in your eyes. I fee you ftand like greyhounds in the flips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot;

it for three-halfpence. Nym and Bardolph are fworn brothers in filching; and in Calais they stole a fire-fhovel: I knew, by that piece of fervice, the men would carry coals 9. They would have

Portage, open space, from

1 The staff to which the match is fixed when ordnance is fired. port, a gate. The meaning is, let the eye appear in the head as cannon through the battlements, or embrafures, of a fortification. 3 i. e. his worn or wafted bale. 4 i. e. matter, or subject. S We 6 i. e. a fet of lives, of which, when one is worn out, another may serve, 8 That is, brave. 9 In Shakspeare's age, to carry coals, implied, to en

fhould read lieutenant.

7 i. e. to men of earth.
dure affronts.

me as familiar with men's pockets, as their gloves me: the day is hot, and the weather, and the or their handkercluefs: which makes much against wars, and the king, and the dukes; it is no time my manhood, if I thould take from another's to difcourfe. The town is befeech'd, and the pocket, to put into mine; for it is plain pocketing trumpet calls us to the breach; and we talk, and, up of wrongs. I muft leave them, and feek fome by Chrith, do nothing; 'tis fhame for us all: fo better fervice: their villainy goes againft my weak | God fa' me, 'tis fhame to stand still; it is fhame, ftomach, and therefore I must caft it up. [Exit Boy. by my hand: and there is throats to be cut, and Re-enter Fluellen, Gower following. works to be done; and there ifh nothing done, fo

Gower. Captain Fluellen, you must come pre-Chrith fa' me, la. Lently to the mines: the duke of Glofter would fpeak with you.

Jamy. By the mefs, ere theise eyes of mine take themfeives to flumber, aile do gud fervice, or aile ligge i' the grund for it; ay, or go to death; and aile pay it as valorously as I may, that fal I furely do, that is the breff and the long: Marry, I wad full fain heard fome question 'tween you tway.

Fla. To the mines! Tell you the duke, it is not fo good to come to the mines: for, look you, the mines are not according to the difciplines of the war; the concavities of it is not fufficient; for, look you, th' athverfary (you may difcufs unto the duke, look you) is digt himself four yards under the countermines; by Chefhu, I think, 'a will nationplow up all, if there is not petter directions.

I

Gower. The duke of Glofter, to whom the order of the fiege is given, is altogether directed by an Irithman; a very valiant gentleman, i' faith.

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

Fla. By Chefin, he is an afs, as in the 'orld: will verify as much in his peard: he has no more directions in the true difciplines of the wars, look you, of the Roman difciplines, than is a puppydog.

Enter Macmorris, and Captain Jary. Gower. Here a comes; and the Scots captain, captain Jamy, with him.

Flu. Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, under your correction, there is not many of your

Mac. Of my nation? What ish my nation? ish a villain, and a baftard, and a knave, and a rascal ? What ifh my nation? Who talks of my nation?

Flu. Look you, if you take the matter otherwise than is meant, captain Macmorris, peradventure, I fhall think you do not ufe me with that affability as in difcretion you ought to use me, look you; being as goot a man as yourself, both in the difciplines of wars, and in the derivation of my birth, and in other particularities.

Mac. I do not know you fo good a man as my felf: fo Chrith tave me, I will cut off your head. Gower. Gentlemen, both, you will mistake each lother.

Jamy. Au! that's a foul fault. [4 parley founded.
Gower. The town founds parley.

Fla. Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous gentleman, that is certain; and of great expedition, and knowledge, in the ancient wars, upon my par Flu. Captain Macmorris, when there is more ticular knowledge of his directions: by Chethu, petter opportunity to be requir'd, look you, I will he will maintain his argument as well as any mi-be fo bold as to tell you, I know the difciplines of litary man in the 'orld, in the difciplines of the war; and there's an end. priftine wars of the Romans.

Jamy. I fay, gude-day, captain Fluellen.
Fla. God-den to your worship, goot captain Jamy.
Gower. How now, captain Macmorris? have
you quit the mines? have the pioneers given o'er?

SCENE

III.

Before the Gates of Harfleur.
Enter King Henry and his Train.

K. Henry. How yet refolves the governor of the

town?

Mac. By Chrifh la, tifh ill done: the work ifh give over, the trumpet found the retreat. By my This is the latett parle we will admit : hand, I fwear, and by my father's foul, the work ifh Therefore, to our best mercy give yourselves; ill done; it ish give over: I would have blowed up Or, like to men proud of destruction, the town, fo Chrish save me, la, in an hour. O tifh Defy us to our worst: for, as I am a foldier, ill done, tifh ill done; by my hand, tifh ill done !(A name, that, in my thoughts, becomes me beft) Flu. Captain Macmorris, I pefeech you now, If I begin the battery once again,

will you voutsafe me, look you, a few difpu- I will not leave the half-atchiev'd Harßeur, tations with you, as partly touching or con- 'Till in her afhes the lie buried. cerning the difciplines of the war, the Roman The gates of mercy fhall be all shut up; wars, in the way of argument, look you, and And the flesh'd foldier,-rough and hard of heart,→ friendly communication; partly, to fatisfy my opi- In liberty of bloody hand, shall range nion, and partly, for the fatisfaction, look you, of my mind, as touching the direction of the military difcipline; that is the point.

Jamy. It fali be very gud, gud feith, gud captains bath: and I fall quit 2 you with gud leve, as 1 may pick occafion; that fall 1, marry.

With confcience wide as hell; mowing like grafs
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 fmirch'd complexion, all fell feats
Enlink'd to waste and defolation?
What is't to me, when you yourselves are caufe,
2 That is, I fhall requite you, answer you.

Mac. It is no time to difcourfe, fo Chrish fave

That is, he will blow up all.