Dau. By faith and honour,

Our madams mock at us, and plainly fay
Our mettle is bred out; and they will give
Their bodies to the luft of English youth,
To new-ftore France with baftard warriors.
Bri. They bid us to the English dancing schools,
And teach Lavalta's high and swift Curranto's ;
Saying our grace is only in our heels,

"And that we are moft lafty run-aways.

Fr. King. Where is Montjoy the herald ? fpeed him hence,

Let him greet England with our fharp defiance.
Up Princes, and with fpirit of honour edg'd
Yet fharper than your fwords, hie to the field:
Charles Delabreth, high conftable of France;
You Dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berry,
Alanfon, Brabant, Bar and Burgundy,
Jaques Chatillion, Rambures, Vaudemont,
Beaumont, Grandpree, Rouffie, and Faulconbridge,
Loys, Leftraile, Bauciquall, and Charaloys,

High Dukes, great Princes, Barons, Lords and
Knights;

For your great feats now quit you of great fhames :
Bar Harry England, that fweeps through our land
With penons painted in the blood of Harfleur:
Rufh on his hoft, as doth the melted fnow
Upon the vallies, whofe low vaffal feat
The Alps doth fpit and void his rheum upon.
Go down upon him, you have pow'r enough,
And in a captive chariot into Roan
Bring him our prifoner.

Con. This becomes the great.

Sorry am I his numbers are fo few,

His foldiers fick, and famifht in their march:
For I am fure when he fhall fee our army,
He'll drop his heart into the fink of fear,
And for atchievement offer us his ransom.

Fr. King. Therefore Lord Constable, haste on Mount

joy,

And

And let him fay to England, that we fend
To know what willing ranfom he will give.
Prince Dauphin, you shall stay with us in Roan.
Dau. Not fo, I do befeech your Majesty.

Fr. King. Be patient, for you fhall remain with us. Now forth Lord Conftable and Princes all;

And quickly bring us word of England's fall.

[Exeunt.

Gow.

H

SCENE VII.

Enter Gower and Fluellen.

OW

now, captain Fluellen, come you

from the bridge?

Flu. I affure you there is very excellent fervices committed at the pridge.

Gow. Is the Duke of Exeter fafe?

Flu. The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Agamemnon, and a man that I love and honour with my foul, and my heart, and my duty, and my life, and my living, and my uttermoft power. He is not, God be praifed and pleffed, any hurt in the world; he is maintain the pridge most valiantly with excellent difcipline. There is an ancient lieutenant there, I think in my very confcience he is as valiant a man as Mark Antony, and he is a man of no eftimation in the world, but I did fee him do gallant fervices.

Gow. What do you call him?
Flu He is call'd ancient Piftol.
Gow. I know him not.

Enter Pistol.

Flu. Here is the man.

Pift. Captain, I thee befeech to do me favours : The Duke of Exeter doth love thee well.

Flu. I, I praife God, and I have merited fome love at his hands.

Pift. Bardolph, a foldier firm and found of heart And buxom valour, hath by cruel fate

And giddy fortune's furious fickle wheel,

That Goddefs blind that ftands upon the rolling reftlefs

tone.

Flu. By your patience, Ancient Piftol: Fortune is painted plind, with a muffler before her eyes, to fignifie to you that fortune is plind; and fhe is paint ed alfo with a wheel, to fignifie to you, which is the moral of it, that he is turning and inconftant, and mutabilities and variations; and her foot, look you, is fixed upon a fpherical ftone, which rowles and rowles and rowles; in good truth, the Poet makes a moft excellent defcription of it: fortune is an excellent moral.

Pift. Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him; For the hath ftoln a Pax, and hanged must a be; damned death!

Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free,
And let not hemp his wind-pipe fuffocate
But Exeter hath given the doom of death
For Pax of little price. Therefore go fpeak,
The Duke will hear thy voice;

And let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut

With edge of penny-cord, and vile reproach.
Speak captain for his life, and I will thee requite
Flu. Ancient Piftol I do partly understand your
meaning.

Pift. Why then rejoice therefore.

Flu. Certainly ancient, it is not a thing to rejoice at; for if, look you, he were my brother, I would de-fire the Duke to ufe his good pleasure and put him to executions, for difciplines ought to be used.

Pift. Die and be damn'd, and Figo for thy friendship.
Flu

This is conformable to hiftory, a foldier (Hall tells us, Hen. 5. year 34 fol.-14.) being hang'd at this time for fuch a fact.

Flu. It is well.

Pift. The fig of Spain.

Flu. Very good.

[Exit Pift.

Gow. Why this is an arrant counterfeit rascal, I re member him now; a bawd, a cut-purse.

:

-Flu, I'll affure you, he utt'red as prave words at the pridge as you fhall fee in a fummer's day but it is very well; what he has spoke to me, that is well I warrant you, when time is ferve.

Gow. Why 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue that now and then goes to the wars, to grace himself at his return into London, under the form of a foldier. Such fellows are perfect in the great commanders names, and they will learn you by rote where fervices were done; at fuch and fuch a fconce, at fuch a breach, at fuch a convoy; who came off bravely, who was shot,who difgrac'd, what terms the enemy ftood on; and this they con perfectly in the phrafe of war, which they trick up with new turned oaths: And what a beard of the general's cut, and a horrid fute of the camp, will do among foaming bottles and ale-wafh'd wits, is wonderful to be thought on! But you must learn to know fuch flanders of the age, or elfe you may be marvellously mistook.

Flu. I tell you what, captain Gower; I do perceive he is not the man that he would gladly make fhew to the world he is; if I find a hole in his coat I will tell him my mind; hear you, the King is coming and I mufta fpeak with him,

SCENE VIII.

Drum and Colours. Enter the King and his poor : foldiers.

Flu. God plefs your Majesty.

K. Henry

afpeak with him from the bridge, is added in the latter edibut it is plain from the sequel, that the scene here continues, and the affair of the bridge is over.

tions;

K. Henry. How now Fluellen, cam'ft thou from the bridge?

Flu. I, fo pleafe your Majefty: the Duke of Exeter has very gallantly maintain'd the pridge; the French is gone off, look you, and there is gallant and most prave paffages; marry th' athverfary was have poffeffion of the pridge, but he is enforced to retire, and the Duke of Exeter is master of the pridge: I can tell your Majefty the Duke is a prave man.

K. Henry. What men have you loft, Fluellen ?

Flu. The perdition of th' athverfary hath been very great, very reasonable great; marry for my part, I think the Duke hath loft never a man but one that is like to be executed for robbing a church, one Bardolph, if your Majefty know the man: his face is all bubuckles and whelks and knobs, and flames of fire, and his lips blows at his nofe, and it is like a coal of fire, fometimes plue, and fometimes red; but his nofe is executed and his fire's out.

K. Henry. We would have fuch offenders fo cut off,
And give exprefs charge that in all our march
There fhall be nothing taken from the villages
But fhall be paid for, and no French upbraided
Or yet abused in difdainful language;
When lenity and cruelty play for kingdoms,
The gentler gamefter is the fooneft winner.

Tucket founds. Enter Mountjoy.

Mount. You know me by my habit.

K. Henry. Well then I know thee; what fhall I know of thee?

Mount. My mafter's mind.

K. Henry. Unfold it.

Mount. Thus fays my King: fay thou to Harry

England,

Although we feemed dead, we did but fleep :
Advantage is a better foldier than rashness.

Fell him we could at Harfleur have rebuk'd him,

But