Unto the Crown of France. That you may know, 'Tis no finifter nor no aukward claim, Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days, [Gives the French King a Paper. Willing you over-look this pedigree; Exe. Bloody constraint; for if you hide the Crown To whom exprefly I bring Greeting too. Fr. King. For us, we will confider of this further: To morrow fhall you bear our full intent Back to our brother England. Dau. For the Dauphin, I stand here for him; what to him from England? Exe. Scorn and defiance, flight regard, contempt, And any thing that may not mif-become A a 2 The The mighty fender, doth he prize you at. Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply, Nothing but odds with England; to that end, I did present him with thofe Paris balls. Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it, Were it the miftrefs court of mighty Europe: And, be affur'd, you'll find a difference, (As we his fubjects 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 loffes, if he ftay in France. Fr. King. Tomorrow you fhall know our mind at full. [Flourish. Exe. Difpatch us with all speed, left that our King Come here himself to queftion our delay; For he is footed in this land already. Fr. King. You shall be foon dispatch'd with fair conditions: A night is but small breath, and little pause, To answer matters of this confequence. [Exeunt. 8 Shall HIDE your trefpafs,—] Mr. Pope rightly corrected it, Shall CHIDE ACT ACT III. SCENE I. Chorus. Enter СH ORU S. HUS with imagin'd wing our fwift scene flies, TH In motion of no lefs celerity Than that of thought. Suppofe, that you have seen With filken ftreamers the young Phœbus fanning. Holding due courfe to Harfleur. Follow, follow. With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur. I ACT III. SCENE I.] This whole act (and all the rest of the play) very much enlarged and improved by the author, fince the editions of 1600, and 1608. A a 3 Mr. Pope. Tells Harry, that the King doth offer him SCENE [Exit. II. Before HARF LE U R. Enter King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, and Gloucester; Soldiers, with fcaling ladders. K.Henry. ONCE more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with the English dead. But when the blaft of war blows in our ears, O'er-hang and jutty his confounded base, Now fet the teeth, and stretch the noftril wide; And And fheath'd their fwords for lack of argument. That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you. And teach them how to war; and you, good yeomen, That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not: Follow your spirit; and, The game's a-foot: upon this charge, Cry, God for Harry! England! and St. George! [Exeunt King, and Train. [Alarm, and Cannon go off. SCEN E III. Enter Nim, Bardolph, Pistol, and Boy. Bard. On, on, on, on, on, to the breach, to the breach. Nim. 'Pray thee, corporal, ftay; the knocks are too hot; and for mine own part, I have not a cafe of lives: the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain fong of it. Pift. The plain fong is most juft; for humours do abound: Knocks go and come: God's vaffals drop and die; And sword and fhield, in bloody field, doth win immortal fame. Boy. Wou'd I were in an ale-house in London, I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and fafety. 2 Pift. And I; if wishes would prevail, I wou'd not stay, but thither would I hye. 2 And I; if wishes &c.] See the editions of 1600, and 1608. A a 4 Mr. Pope. |