Enter Fluellen.

Flu. Up to the breach, you dogs; avaunt, you cullions.

Pift. Be merciful, great Duke, to men of mould, Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage;

Good bawcock, bate thy rage; ufe lenity, fweet chuck. Nim. Thefe be good humours; your honour wins bad humours.

[Exeunt. Boy. As young as I am, I have obferv'd these three fwashers. I am boy to them all three; but all they three, though they would ferve me, could not be man to me; for, indeed, three fuch Anticks do not amount to a man. For Bardolph, he is white-liver'd and redfac'd; by the means whereof he faces it out, but fights not. For Pistol, he hath a killing tongue, and a quiet fword; by the means whereof he breaks words, and keeps whole weapons. "For Nim, he hath heard, that

"men of few words are the best men; and therefore "he scorns to say his prayers, left he should be thought "a coward; but his few bad words are match'd with as few good deeds, for he 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.

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Bardolph ftole a lute-cafe, bore it twelve leagues, "and fold it for three half-pence. Nim and Bardolph are fworn brothers in filching; and in Calais they ftole a fire-fhovel. I knew by that piece of fervice, the men would carry coals. They would have me as familiar with mens' pockets, as their gloves or their handkerchers; which makes much against my manhood; for if I would take from another's pocket to put into mine, it is plain pocketting up of wrongs. I must leave them, and feek fome better fervice; their villany goes against my weak ftomach, and therefore I muft caft it up. [Exit Boy.

Enter

Enter Gower, and Fluellen.

Gower. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines; the Duke of Gloucefter would fpeak with

you.

Flu. To the mines? tell you the Duke, it is not fo good to come to the mines; for, look you, the mines are not according to the difciplines of the war; the concavities of it is not fufficient; for, look you, th' athversary (you may difcufs unto the Duke, look you) is digt himself four yards under the countermines; by Chefbu, I think, a' will plow up all, if there is not petter directions.

Gower. The Duke of Gloucester, to whom the order of the fiege is given, is altogether directed by an Irish man, a very valiant gentleman, i' faith.

Flu. It is captain Mackmorris, is it not?

Gower. I think, it be.

Flu. By Chefbu, he is an Afs, as is in the world; I will verifie as much in his beard; he has no more directions in the true difciplines of the wars, look you, of the Roman difciplines, than is a Puppy-dog.

Enter Mackmorris, and Capt. Jamy.

Gower. Here he comes, and the Scots Captain, Captain Jamy with him.

Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous valorous gentleman, that is certain; and of great expedition and knowledge in the ancient wars, upon my particular knowledge of his directions; by Chefbu, he will maintain his argument as well as any military man in the world, in the disciplines of the pristine wars of the Romans.

Jamy. I fay, gudday, Captain Fluellen.

Flu. Godden to your worship, good captain James. Gower. How now, captain Mackmorris, have you quitted the mines? have the pioneers given o'er?

Mack.

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Mack. By Chrish law, tifh ill done; the work ifh give over, the trumpet found the retreat. By my hand, I fwear, and by my father's foul, the work ifh ill done it ish give over; I would have blowed up the town, fo Chrish save me law, in an hour. O tish ill done, tish ill done; by my hand, tish ill done.

Flu. Captain Mackmorris, I befeech you now, will you vouchfafe me, look you, a few difputations with you, as partly touching or concerning the difciplines of the war, the Roman wars, in the way of argument, look you, and friendly communication; partly, to fatisfy my opinion; and partly for the fatisfaction, look you, of my mind; as touching the direction of the military difcipline, that is the point.

Jamy. It fall be very gud, gud feith, gud captains bath; and I fall quit you with gud leve, as I may pick occafion; that fall I, marry.

Mack. It is no time to discourse, so Chrish save me : the day is hot, and the weather and the wars, and the King and the Duke; it is not time to discourse, the town is befeech'd: and the trumpet calls us to the breach, and we talk, and by Chrish do nothing, 'tis fhame for us all; fo God fa' me, 'tis fhame to ftand still; it is shame, by my hand; and there is throats to be cut, and works to be done, and there is nothing done, fo Chrifh fa' me law.

Jamy. By the mefs, ere theife eyes of mine take themselves to flomber, aile do gud fervice, or aile ligge i'th' ground for it; ay, or go to death; and aile pay it as valorously as I may, that fall I furely do, the breff and the long; marry, I wad full fain heard fome queftion 'tween you tway.

Flu. Captain Mackmorris, I think, look you, under your correction, there is not many of your nationMack, Of my nation? what ifh my nation? ifh a villain, and a bastard, and a knave, and a rafcal? what ish my nation? who talks of my nation?

Flu.

Flu. Look you, if you take the matter otherwise than is meant, captain Mackmorris, peradventure, I fhall think you do not use me with that affability as in difcretion you ought to ufe me, look you; being as good a man as your felf, both in the disciplines of wars, and in the derivation of my birth, and in other particularities.

Mack. I do not know you fo good a man as my felf; fo Chrish fave me, I will cut off your head. Gower. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.

Jamy. Au! that's a foul fault. [A Parley founded.
Gower. The town founds a parley.

Flu. Captain Mackmorris, when there is more better opportunity to be requir'd, look you, I'll be fo bold as to tell you, I know the difciplines of war; and there's an end. [Exeunt.

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IV.

Before the Gates of Harfleur.

Enter King Henry and his Train.

K. Henry. HOW yet refolves the Governor of the

town?

This is the latest parle we will admit:
Therefore to our best mercy give your selves,
Or, like to men proud of destruction,
Defie us to our worft; as I'm a foldier,

(A name, that, in my thoughts, becomes me beft)
If I begin the batt'ry once again,

I will not leave the half-atchieved Harfleur 'Till in her ashes she lie buried.

The gates of mercy fhall be all shut up;

And the flesh'd foldier, rough and hard of heart,
In liberty of bloody hand fhall range

With confcience wide as hell, mowing like grafs
Your fresh fair virgins, and your flow'ring infants.

What

What is it then to me, if impious war,
Array'd in flames like to the Prince of fiends,
Do with his fmircht complexion all fell feats,
Enlinkt to waste and defolation?

What is't to me, when you your felves are cause,
If your pure maidens fall into the hand
Of hot and forcing violation?

What rein can hold licentious wickedness,

When down the hill he holds his fierce career?
We may, as bootless, spend our vain command
Upon th' enraged foldiers in their spoil,
As fend our precepts to th' Leviathan

To come a-fhoar. Therefore, you men of Harfleur,
Take pity of your town and of your people,
While yet my foldiers are in my command;
While yet the cool and temp'rate wind of grace
O'er-blows the filthy and contagious clouds
Of heady murther, fpoil and villany.
If not, why, in a moment, look to fee
The blind and bloody foldier with foul hand
Defile the locks of your fhrill-fhrieking daughters;
Your fathers taken by the filver beards,

And their most reverend heads dafht to the walls;
Your naked infants fpitted upon pikes,

While the mad mothers with their howls confus'd
Do break the clouds; as did the wives of Jewry,
At Herod's bloody-hunting flaughter-men.
What fay you? will you yield, and this avoid?
Or, guilty in defence, be thus deftroy'd?

Enter Governor upon the Walls.

Gov. Our expectation hath this day an end: The Dauphin, of whom fuccours we intreated, Returns us, that his pow'rs are not yet ready To raise fo great a fiege. Therefore, great King, We yield our town and lives to thy foft Enter our gates, difpofe of us and ours,

mercy :

For