SCENE X. Enter a Meffenger. Meff. My Lord high Conftable, the English lye within fifteen hundred paces of your tents. Con. Who hath measur'd the ground? Meff. The lord Grandpree. 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 peevish fellow is this King of England, to mope with his fat-brain'd followers fo far out of his knowledge? Con. If the English had any apprehenfion, they would run away. Orl. That they lack; for if their heads had any in tellectual armour, they could never wear such heavy head-pieces. Ram. That Ifland of England breeds very valiant creatures their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage. Orl. Foolish curs that run winking into the mouth of a Ruffian Bear, and have their heads crufh'd like rotten apples. You may as well fay, that's a valiant Flea that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of a Lion. Con. Juft, juft; and the men do fympathize with the maftiffs in robuftious 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 fhrewdly out of beef. Con. Then fhall we find to-morrow they have only ftomachs to eat, and none to fight. Now is it time to arm; come, fhall we about it? Orl. 'Tis two a clock; but (let me fee) by ten We fhall have each a hundred Englishmen. [Exeunt. ACT N ACT IV. SCENEI. AGINCOURT Enter CHORUS. O W entertain-conjecture of a time, 1 dark Fills the wide veffel of the universe. The hum of either army flilly founds, The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll; The morning's danger: and their gefture fad, Investing Investing lank lean cheeks and war-worn coats, So many horrid ghofts. Who now beholds Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, ; Bids them good-morrow with a modest smile, His lib'ral eye doth give to ev'ry one, The K. Henry. Glow'fter, 'tis true that we are in great danger, greater therefore fhould our couragé be. Good morrow brother Bedford: God Almighty! There is fome foul of goodnefs in thing's evil, Would Would men obfervingly diftil it out. For our bad neighbour makes us early Atirrers, Enter Erpingham.. Good-morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham : A good foft pillow for that good white head Were better than a churlifh turf of France: Erping. Not fo my Liege, this lodging likes me bet ter, Since I may fay, now lye I like a King. K. Henry. 'Tis good for men to love their prefent pain Upon example; fo the fpirit is eafed : And when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt, Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas: brothers both, Glou. We fhall, my Liege. Erping. Shall I attend your grace? K. Henry. No, my good knight, Go with my brothers to my lords of England: And then I would no other company. Erping. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry. [Exeunt. K. Henry. God-a-mercy old heart, thou speak'st chear fully. SCENE SCENE III Pift. Qui va la?. K. Henry. A friend. Enter Piftol. Pift. Difcufs unto me, art thou officer, K. Henry. Ev'n fo: what are you? Pift. As good a gentleman as the Emperor. Of parents good, of fift moft valiant : I kifs his dirty fhooe, and from my heart-ftring K. Henry. Harry le Roy. Pift. Le Roy a Cornish name: art thou of Cornish crew? K. Henry. No, I am a Welshman. Pif. Know'st thou Fluellen? K. Henry. Yes. Pift. Tell him I'll knock his leek about his pate Upon St. David's day. K. Henry. Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, left he knock that about yours. Pift. Art thou his friend? K. Henry. And his kinsman too, Pift. The Figo for thee then. K. Henry. I thank you: God be with you. Pift. My name is Piftol call'd. K. Henry. It forts well with your fiercenefs. [Exit. [Manet King Henry. Enter |