: his lackey 'tis a hooded valour; and, when it appears, it will bate.* Orl. Ill will never said well. Con. I will cap that proverb with-There is flattery in friendship. Orl. And I will take up that with-Give the devil his due. Con. Well placed; there stands your friend for the devil: have at the very eye of that proverb, with-A pox of the devil. Orl. You are the better at proverbs, by how much-A fool's bolt is soon shot. Con. You have shot over. Orl. 'Tis not the first time you were overshot. Enter a MESSENGER. Mess. My lord high constable, the English lie within fifteen hundred paces of your tent. Con. Who hath measured the ground? Mess. The lord Grandpré. Con. A valiant and most expert gentleman.-Would it were day!-Alas, poor Harry of England !-he longs not for the dawning, as we do. Orl. What a wretched and peevisht fellow is this king of England, to mope with his fat-brain'd followers so far out of his knowledge! Con. If the English had any apprehension, they would run away. Orl. That they lack; for if their heads had any intellectual armour, they could never wear such heavy head-pieces. Ram. That island of England breeds very valiant creatures; their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage. Orl. Foolish curs! that run winking into the mouth of a Russian bear, and have their heads crushed like rotten apples: You may as well say,-that's a valiant flea, that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. Con. Just, just; and the men do sympathize with the mastiffs, in robustious and rough coming on, leaving their wits with their wives and then give them great meals of beef, and iron, and steel, they will eat like wolves, and fight like devils. Orl. Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of beef. Con. Then we shall find to-morrow-they have only stomachs to eat, and none to fight. Now is it time to arm: Čome, shall we about it? Orl. It is now two o'clock: but, let me see,-by ten, We shall have each a hundred Englishmen. [Exeunt. ACT IV. Enter CHORUS. Chor. Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch: Fire answers fire; and through their paly flames Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Give dreadful note of preparation. The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, So tediously away. The poor condemned English, Sit patiently, and inly ruminate The morning's danger; and their gesture sad, So many horrid ghosts. O, now, who will behold Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, How dread an army hath enrounded him; His liberal eye doth give to every one, *Coloured by the gleam of the fires. Behold, as may unworthiness define, SCENE I-The English Camp at Agincourt. Enter KING HENRY, BEDFORD, and GLOSTER. K. Hen. Gloster, 'tis true, that we are in great danger; For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Enter ERPINGHAM. Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham: Erp. Not so, my liege; this lodging likes me better, K. Hen. "Tis good for men to love their present pains, Upon example; so the spirit is eased: And, when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt, The organs, though defunct and dead before, Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas.-Brothers both, [Exit. [Exeunt GLOSTER and BEDFORD. Erp. Shall I attend your grace? Go with my brothers to my lords of England: I and my bosom must debate awhile, And then I would no other company. Erp. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry! K. Hen. God-a-mercy, old heart! thou speakest cheerfully. * Calling to remembrance. [Exit ERPINGHAM. + Nimbleness. Pist. Qui va là? Enter PISTOL. Pist. Discuss unto me; Art thou officer Pist. As good a gentleman as the emperor. Of parents good, of fist most valiant: I kiss his dirty shoe, and from my heart-strings K. Hen. Harry le Roy. What's thy name? Pist. Le Roy! a Cornish name: art thou of Cornish crew? K. Hen. No, I am a Welchman. Pist. Knowest thou Fluellen ? K. Hen. Yes. Pist. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate, Upon Saint Davy's day. K. Hen. Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, lest he knock that about yours. Pist. Art thou his friend? K. Hen. And his kinsman too. Pist. The figo for thee then! K. Hen. I thank you: God be with you! Pist. My name is Pistol called. * K. Hen. It sorts well with your fierceness. Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER, severally. Gow. Captain Fluellen! [Exit. Flu. So in the name of Cheshu Christ, speak lower. It is the greatest admiration in the universal 'orld, when the true and auncient prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not kept: if you would take the pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the Great, you shall find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle taddle, or pibble pabble, in Pompey's camp; I warrant you, you shall find the ceremonies of the wars, and the cares of it, and the forms of it, and the sobriety of it, and the modesty of it, to be otherwise. Gow. Why, the enemy is loud; you heard him all night. Flu. If the enemy is an ass and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an ass, and a fool, and a prating coxcomb; in your own conscience now ? Gow. I will speak lower. Flu. I pray you, and peseech you, that you will. [Exeunt GOWER and FLUELLEN. * Agrees K. Hen. Though it appear a little out of fashion, There is much care and valour in this Welshman. Enter BATES, COURT, and WILLIAMS. Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks yonder? Bates. I think it be: but we have no great cause to desire the approach of day. Will. We see yonder the beginning of the day, but, I think, we shall never see the end of it.-Who goes there? K. Hen. A friend. Will. Under what captain serve you? K. Hen. Under Sir Thomas Erpingham. Will. A good old commander, and a most kind gentleman: I pray you, what thinks he of our estate? K. Hen. Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that look to be washed off the next tide. Bates. He hath not told his thought to the king? K. Hen. No; nor it is not meet he should. For, though I speak it to you, I think the king is but a man, as I am: the violet smells to him, as it doth to me; the element shows to him, as it doth to me; all his senses have but human conditions;* his ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and though his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing; therefore when he sees reason of fears, as we do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish as ours are: Yet, in reason, no man should possess him with any appearance of fear, lest he, by showing it, should dishearten his army. Bates. He may show what outward courage he will: but, I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could wish himself in the Thames up to the neck; and so I would he were, and I by him, at all adventures, so we were quit here. K. Hen. By my troth, I will speak my conscience of the king; I think, he would not wish himself anywhere but where he is. Bates. Then, 'would he were here alone; so should he be sure to be ransomed, and a many poor men's lives saved. K. Hen. I dare say, you love him not so ill, to wish him here alone; howsoever you speak this, to feel other men's minds: Methinks, I could not die anywhere so contented, as in the king's company; his cause being just, and his quarrel honourable. Will. That's more than we know. Bates. Ay, or more than we should seek after; for we know enough, if we know we are the king's subjects; if his cause be wrong, our obedience to the king wipes the crime of it out of us. Will. But if the cause be not good, the king himself hath a heavy reckoning to make; when all those legs, and arms, and heads, chopped off in a battle, shall join together at the Latter Day, and cry all-We died at such a place: some, swearing; some, crying for a surgeon; some, upon their wives left poor * Qualities. |