Delivering o'er to executors* pale The lazy yawning drone. King Henry's defiant Message to the Dauphin of France. We are glad, the Dauphin is so pleasant with us; His present and your pains, we thank you for : When we have match'd our rackets to these balls, We will, in France, by God's grace, play a set, Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard: Tell him, he hath made a match with such a wrangler That all the courts of France will be disturb'd With chases. And we understand him well, How he comes o'er us with our wilder days, Not measuring what use we made of them. We never valued this poor seat of England; And therefore, living hence,§ did give ourself To barbarous license; as 'tis ever common, That men are merriest when they are from home. But tell the Dauphin,-I will keep my state; Be like a king, and show my sail of greatness, When I do rouse me in my throne of France :For that I have laid by my majesty, And plodded like a man for working-days; But I will rise there with so full a glory, That I will dazzle all the eyes of France, Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on us. And tell the pleasant prince,—this mock of his Hath turn'd his balls to gun-stones; and his soul Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance, * Executioners. The Dauphin of France had, in derision of the King, sent him a box containing tennis-balls. A term used in playing at tennis. ? Having retired from the Court. T That shall fly with them : for many a thousand widows Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands, Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down. * * * * * But this lies all within the will of God, When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it. ACT II. CHORUS. Martial Spirit. Now all the youth of England are on fire, Apostrophe to England. O England!-model to thy inward greatness, Like little body with a mighty heart, What might'st thou do, that honour would thee do, Were all thy children kind and natural! But see thy fault! France hath in thee found out A nest of hollow bosoms which he fills With treacherous crowns. False Appearances; the King's Reproaches to the O, how hast thou with jealousy infected The sweetness of affiance! Why, so didst thou: Why, so didst thou: Why, so didst thou: Show men dutiful? Seem they grave and learned? Free from gross passion, or of mirth or anger; Dame Quickly's Account of Falstaff's Death. 'A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any chrisom child; || 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at turning o' the tide; for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. * i. e., The King of France. † Accomplishment. § Endow'd. A child not more than a month old. Sifted. King Henry's Character by the Constable of France. You are too much mistaken in this king: Question, your grace, the late ambassadors,— With what great state he heard their embassy, How well supplied with noble counsellors, How modest in exception,* and, withal, How terrible in constant resolution,— And you shall find, his vanities forespent + Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus, Covering discretion with a coat of folly; As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots That shall first spring, and be most delicate. ACT III. CHORUS. Description of a Fleet setting Sail. Suppose, that you have seen The well-appointed king at Hampton pier King Henry's Address to his Soldiers at Harfleur. more, Or close the wall up with our English dead! * In making objections. + Wasted, exhausted. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility; But, when the blast of war blows in our ears, O'erhang and jutty + his confounded base, Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide; Have, in these parts, from morn till even fought, ACT IV. CHORUS. Description of Night in a Camp. From camp to camp The hum of either army stilly || sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch : * Comparing the eyes to cannons placed at port-holes. "Jutty his confounded base - that is, as a rock projects over its base, which is confounded or destroyed by the waves. that is fetched. Fet, § For lack of matter. |