A soul so easy as that Englishman's.

Oh, how hast thou with jealousy infected
The sweetness of affiance! Shew 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: Orare 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 neither2?
Such, and so finely boulted', didst thou seem:
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot,
To mark the full-fraught man, the best endu'd,
With some suspicion. I will weep for thee;
For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
Another fall of man.-Their faults are open,
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.

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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.
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 so graciously hath brought to light
10 This dangerous treason, lurking in our way,
To hinder our beginnings, we doubt not now,
But every rub is smoothed in our way.
Then, forth, dear countrymen; let us deliver
Our puissance into the hand of God,
15 Putting it straight in expedition.
Chearly to sea, the signs of war advance:
No king of England, if not king of France.

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I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of 25 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.

[duce; 30
Cam. For me, the gold of France did not se-
Although I did admit it as a motive,
The sooner to effect what I intended:
But God be thanked for prevention;
Which Lin sufferance heartily will rejoice,
Beseeching God, and you, to pardon me.
Grey. Never did faithful subjects more rejoice
At the discovery of most dangerous treason,
Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself,
Prevented from a damned enterprize :
My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign.
K. Henry. God quit you in his mercy! Hear
your sentence.

You have con-pir'd against our royal person,

SCENE III.

[Exeunt.

Quickly's House in Eastcheap.
Enter Pistol, Nym, Bardolph, Boy, and Quickly.
Quickly. Pr'ythee, honey-sweet husband, let me
bring thee to Staines.

Pist. No: for my manly heart doth yearn.-
Bardolph, be blith;-Nym, rouse thy vaulting
veins;
[dead,
Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is
And we must yearn therefore.

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

Quick. Nay, sure, he's not in hell; he's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bo35 som. '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, 401 knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp 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, bid

Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his 45 him 'a should not think of God; I hop'd, there was

coffers

no need to trouble himself with such 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 stone; then I telt to his. 50 knees, and so upward, and upward, and all was as cold as any stone.

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

Burd. And of women.

Quick. Nay, that'a did not.

'Complement has in this instance the same sense as in Love's Labour's Lost, Act I. Complements, in the age of Shakspeare, meant the same as accomplishments in the present one. The king means to say of Scroop, that he was a cautious man, who knew that a specious appearance was deceitful and therefore did not trust the air or look of any man till he had tried him by enquiry and conversation. i. e. refined or sifted from all faults. i. e. marked by the blot he speaks of in the preceding line. The old quarto has it, crisomb'd child. The chrysom was the white cloth put on the new baptised child. The child itself was also sometimes called a chrysom. It was a common opinion among the women of our author's time, that nobody died but in the time of ebb; though every day's experience must have confuted such a notion. This indication of approaching death is enumerated by Celsus, Lommius, Hippocrates, and Galen.

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Poy.

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

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

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

Quick. 'A did in some sort, indeed, handle women: but then he was rheumatic; and talk'd of the whore of Babylon.

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Boy. Do you not remember, 'a saw a flea stick 10 upon Bardolph's nose; and 'a said, it was a black soul burning in hell-fire?

Bard. Well, the fuel is gone, that maintain'd that fire: that's all the riches I got in his service. Nym. Shall we shog? the king will be gone 15 from Southampton.

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

Look to my chattels, and my moveables:
Let senses rule'; the word is, Pitch and pay2;
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.-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. Farewel, hostess.

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

Pist. Let housewif'ry appear; keep close, I thee command.

Quick. Farewel; adieu.

SCENE

[Exeunt.

IV.

The French King's palace.

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

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 Bretagne,
Of Brabant, and of Orleans, shall 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 sucking 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 should not so dull a kingdom,

(Though war, nor no known quarrel, were in

question)

But that defences, musters, preparations,

Should be maintain'd, assembled, and collected,
As were a war in expectation.

Therefore, I say, 'tis meet we all go forth,

To view the sick and feeble parts of France:
And let us do it with no shew of tear;

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 scepter 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,
How well supply'd with noble counsellors,
20 How modest in exception', and withal,
How terrible in constant resolution,-

And you shall find, his vanities fore-spent
Were but the out-side of the Roman Brutus,
Covering discretion with a coat of folly;
25 As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots
That shall first spring, and be most delicate.

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
30 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.

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Fr. King. Think we king Harry strong;
And princes, look, you strongly arm to meet him,
The kindred of himi hath been flesh'd upon us;
And he is bred out of that bloody strain,
That haunted us in our familiar paths:
40 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
[standing,
45 Whiles that his mountain sire,-on mountain
Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,-
Saw his heroical seed, and smil'd to see him
Mangle the work of nature, and deface
The patterns that by God and by French fathers
50 Had twenty years been made. This is a stem
Of that victorious stock; and let us fear
The native mightiness and fate of him.
Enter a Messenger.

Wales;

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

You see this chase is hotly follow'd, friends.
Dau. Turn head, and stop pursuit: for coward
dogs

1i. e. let prudence govern you. 2 This caution was a very proper one to Mrs. Quickly, who had suffered before by letting Falstaff run in her debt. i. e. dry thine eyes. The 4to to 1608 reads, were troubled.

i. e. how diffident and decent in making objections.

Most

Enter Exeter.

For husbands, fathers, and betrothed lovers, That shall be swallow'd in this controversy. This is his claim, his threatening, and my message; Unless the Dauphin be in presence here, 5 To whom expressly I bring greeting too. 1

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

To-morrow shall you bear our full intent
Back to our brother of 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.
15Thus 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 ordinance.

Fr. King. From our brother England? [jesty.
Exe. From him; and thus he greets your ma-10
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 aukward claim,
Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days, 20
Nor from the dust of old oblivion rak'd,
He sends you this most memorable line',
In every branch truly demonstrative;

[Gives the French King a paper.
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-nstraint; for if you hide the

crown

Even in your hearts, there will be rake for it:
And therefore in tierce tempest 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 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,

Daa. Say, if my father render fair reply,
It is against my will: for I desire
Nothing but odds with England; to that end,
25 As matching to his youth and vanity,

I did present him with those Paris balls.

Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it,
Were it the mistress court of mighty Europe:
And, be assur'd, you'll find a difference
|30|(As we, his subjects, have in wonder found)
Between the promise of his greener days,
And these he masters' now; now he weighs time,
Even to the utmost grain; which you shall read
In your own losses, if he stay in France.
Fr. King. To-morrow you shall know our mind
at full.
[Flourish.
Exe. Dispatch us with all speed, lest that our

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Enter Chorus.

ACT III.

Chor. THUS with imagin'd wing our swift scene flies,

In motion of no less celerity

To sounds confus'd: behold the threaden sales,
Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea.
Breasting the lofty surge: 0, do but think,

Than that of thought. Suppose, that you have seen 55 You stand upon the rivage', and behold

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

* i. e. bark.

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; 60 And leave your England, as dead midnight, still Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old women, 2 To chide is to rei. e. Let

Meaning, this genealogy; this deduction of his lineage. sound, to echo. The quartos 1000 and 1608, read musters. The bank or shore. your minds follow close after the navy.

Or

Or 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; 5
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,
[Alarums; and chambers go off.
And down goes all before him. Still be kind,
And eke out our performance with your mind.

SCENE I.
Before Harfleur.
[Alarum.]

[Exit.

Enter King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, Gloster, and Soldiers, with Scaling Ladders.

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

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

Nym. Pray thee, corporal', stay; the knocks are 10too hot; and, for mine own part, I have not a case of lives; the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain-song of it.

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K. Henry. Once more unto the breach, dear 25 friends, once more;

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 ! would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety.

Flu. 'Splood-Up to the preaches, you ras30 cals! will you not up to the preaches?

Pist. Be merciful, great duke, to men of mould"! Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage! [chuck! Good bawcock, bate thy rage! use lenity, sweet Nym. These be good humours!-your honour 35 wins bad humours.

Or close the wall up with the English dead!
In peace, there's nothing so becomes a map,
As modest stillness, and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tyger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favoured rage:
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let it pry through the portage' of the head,
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelin it,
As fearfully, as doth a galled rock
O'er-hing 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 set from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders,
Have, in these parts, from morn 'till even fought,
And sheath'd their sword for lack of argument*.
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest,
That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you!
Be copy now to men of grosser blood, [yeomen,
And teach them how to war!-And you, good 50
Whose limbs were made in England, shew 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,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot;

[Exeunt.

Boy. As young as I am, I have observ'd 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 anticks 40 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 Pistol,he hath a killing tongue, and a quiet sword; by the means whereof 'a breaks words, and keeps 45 whole weapons. For Nym,-he hath heard, that men of few words are the best men; and theretore 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 55 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

1 The staff to which the match is fixed when ordnance is fired. 2 Portage, open space, from port, a gate. The meaning is, let the eye appear in the head as cannon through the battlements, or embrasures, of a fortification. 3i. e. his worn or wasted base. 4 i. e. matter, or subject. We should read lieutenant. 'i. e. a set of lives, of which, when one is worn out, another may serve. 'i. e. to men of earth. That is, bravest. In Shakspeare's age, to carry coals, implied, to endure affronts.

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 villainy goes against my weak stomach, and therefore I must cast it up. [Exit Boy.

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Re-enter Fluellen, Gower following. Gower. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines: the duke of Gloster would 10 speak with you.

Fiu. To the mines! Tell you the duke, it is not so good to come to the mines: for, look you, the mines are not according to the disciplines of the war; the concavities of it is not sufficient; for, 15 look you, th' athversary (you may discuss unto the duke, look you) is digt himself four yards under the countermines; by Cheshu, I think 'a will plow up all, if there is not pet.er directions.

Gower. The duke of Gloster, to whom the order 20 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?
Gower. I think, it be.

Flu. By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the 'orld: 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 puppydog.

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

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

Jamy. By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine take themselves to slumber, aile do good service, or aile ligge i' the grund for it; or go to death; and aile pay it as valorously as I may, that sal I surely do, that is the breff and the long: Marry, 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 25 as in discretion you ought to use me, look you; being as goot a man as yourself, both in the disci plines of wars, and in the derivation of my birth, and in other particularities.

Mac. I do not know you so good a man as my30 self: so Chrish save me, I will cut off your head. Gower. Gentlemen, both, you will mistake each other.

Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous gentleman, that is certain; and of great expedition, and knowledge, in the ancient wars, upon my par-35 ticular 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.

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Jamy. I say, gude-day, captain Fluellen. Fiu.God-den to yourworship,goot captainJamy. Gower. How now, captain Macmorris? have you quit the mines? have the pioneers given o'er? Mac. By Chrish la, tish ill done: the work ish give over, the trumpet sound the retreat. By my 45 hand, I swear, and by 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, 50 will you voutsafe me, look you, a few dispu tations 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 opi-55 nion, 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 gud, gud feith, gud cap-| tains bath: and I sall quit you with gud leve, as 60 I may pick occasion; that sall I, marry.

Mac. It is no time to discourse, so Chrish save up all.

That is, he will blow

Jamy.Au! that's a foul fault. [A parley sounded.
Gower. The town sounds a parley.

Flu. Captain Macmorris, when there is more
petter opportunity to be requir'd, look you, I will
be so bold as to tell you, I know the disciplines of
war; and there's an end.
[Exeunt.

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,

f will not leave the half-atchiev'd Harfleur,
Till in her ashes she lie buried.
The gates of mercy shall be all shut up;
And the flesh'd soldier,-roughandhard 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,

That is, I shall requite you, answer you.

If