Pift. Be merciful, 'fweet knight, to men "of mould! Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage! 'Good bawcock, bate thy rage! use lenity, fweet chuck! Nym. These be good humours!-your honour runs bad humours. [Exeunt. Boy. As young as I am, I have obferv'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 fuch anticks 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 fword; by the means whereof 'a breaks words, and keeps whole weapons. For Nym,-he hath heard, that men of few words are the best men; and therefore he fcorns to fay his prayers, left 'a fhould 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 poft, when he was drunk. They will steal any thing, and call it—purchase. Bardolph ftole a lute-cafe; bore it twelve leagues, and fold it for three half-pence. Nym, and Bardolph, are fworn brothers in filching; and in Calais they ftole a fire-shovel: I knew, by that piece of fervice, the men would 'carry coals. They would have me as familiar with men's pockets, as their gloves or their handkerchiefs: which makes much against my manhood, if I fhould take from another's pocket, to put into mine; for it is plain pocketing up of wrongs. I must great duke. m of mould!]-of earth, mortal. • Good bawcock,]-Brave fellow. a beft]-braveft. purchase.]" thou fhalt have a fhare in our purchase." HENRY IV. PARTI. Vol. III. p. 490. Gadf. t carry coals.]-pocket affronts.-we'll not carry coals. ROMEO AND JULIET, Act I. S. 1. Samp. leave them, and feek fome better fervice: their villainy goes against my weak ftomach, and therefore I must cast it up. Re-enter Fluellen, Gower following. [Exit Boy. Gower. Captain Fluellen, you must come prefently to the mines; the duke of Glofter would fpeak with you. Flu. 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 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 Cheshu, I think, 'a will plow up all, if there is not better directions. Gower. The duke of Glofter, to whom the order of the fiege 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 Chefhu, he is an afs, as in the 'orld: I will verify as much in his peard: he has no more directions in the true difciplines of the wars, look you, of the Roman difciplines, than is a puppy dog. Enter Macmorris, and captain Jamy. Gower. Here 'a comes; and the Scots captain, captain Jamy, with him. Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous gentleman, that is certain; and of great expedition, and knowledge, in the ancient wars, upon my particular knowledge of his directions by Chefhu, he will maintain his argument as is digt bimfelf four yards under the countermines :-hath dug himfelf countermines four yards under the mines. well well as any military man in the 'orld, in the difciplines of the pristine wars of the Romans. Jamy. I fay, gud-day, captain Fluellen. Flu. God-den to your worship, goot captain Jamy. Gower. How now, captain Macmorris? have you quit the mines have the pioneers given o'er? Mac. By Chrifh la, tifh ill done: the work ifh give over, the trumpet found the retreat. By my hand, I swear, and by my father's foul, the work ifh ill done; it ish give over: I would have blowed up the town, so Chrish save me, la, in an hour. O tifh ill done, tish ill done; by my hand, tifh ill done! Flu. Captain Macmorris, I pefeech you now, will you voutsafe 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 discipline; 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. Mac. It is no time to discourse, fo Chrish fave me: the day is hot, and the weather, and the wars, and the king, and the dukes; it is no time to difcourfe. 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 ftill; it is shame, by my hand and there is throats to be cut, and works to be done; and there ifh nothing done, fo Chrish sa' me, la. * quit-be quits with you, by offering my fentiments occafionally. Jamy. Jamy. By the mefs, ere theife eyes of mine take themfelves to flumber, aile do gud fervice, or aile ligge i'the grund for it; ay, or go to death; and aile pay it as valorously as I may, that fal I furely do, that is the breff and the long: Mary, I wad full fain heard fome question 'tween you tway. Flu. Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, correction, there is not many of your nation under your Mac. Of my nation? What ifh my nation? ifh 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 fhall think you do not use me with that affability as in difcretion you ought to use me, look you; being as goot a man as yourself, both in the disciplines of wars, and in the derivation of my birth, and in other particularities. Mac. I do not know you fo good a man as myself: so Chrish fave me, I will cut off your head. Gower. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other. Jamy. Au! that's a foul fault. Gower. The town founds a parley. [A parley founded. Flu. Captain Macmorris, when there is more better opportunity to be requir'd, look you, I will be fo bold as you, I know the disciplines of war; and there's an to tell end. 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 beft mercy give yourselves; VOL. IV. E Or, Or, like to men proud of deftruction, Defy us to our worst: for, as I am a foldier, (A name, that, in my thoughts, becomes me best) If I begin the battery 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,— With confcience wide as hell; mowing like grafs What is't to me, when you yourselves are cause, What rein can hold licentious wickedness, When down the hill he holds his fierce career? To come afhore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur, fefb'd]-eager from fuccefs, fired with conqueft. 2 Do, with his fmirch'd complexion, &c.]-Commit, under that foi vifor, all fuch barbarities as ufually attend the fack of a city. O'er-blows]Wafts gently over, and either reftrains or difperfes The |