The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 4 of 9]

King. Now you Lords of Orleance,
Of Bourbon, and of Berry,
You see the King of England is not slack,
For he is footed on this land alreadie.

Dolphin. My gratious Lord, tis meete we all goe foorth,5
And arme vs against the foe:
And view the weak & sickly parts of France:
But let vs do it with no show of feare,
No with no more, then if we heard
England were busied with a Moris dance.[5481]10
For my good Lord, she is so idely kingd,
Her scepter so fantastically borne,
So guided by a shallow humorous youth,
That feare attends her not.

Con. O peace Prince Dolphin, you deceiue your selfe,15
Question your grace the late Embassador,
With what regard he heard his Embassage,
How well supplied with aged Counsellours,
And how his resolution andswered him.
You then would say that Harry was not wilde.20

King. Well thinke we Harry strong:
And strongly arme us to preuent the foe.

Con. My Lord here is an Embassador
From the King of England.

Kin. Bid him come in.25
You see this chase is hotly followed Lords.

Dol. My gracious father, cut up this English short.
Selfeloue my liege is not so vile a thing,
As selfe neglecting.

Enter Exeter.

King. From our brother England?[5482]30

Exe. From him, and thus he greets your Maiestie:
He wils you in the name of God Almightie,
That you deuest your selfe and lay apart
That borrowed tytle, which by gift of heauen,
Of lawe of nature, and of nations, longs [5483]35
To him and to his heires, namely the crmvne
And all wide stretched titles that belongs
Unto the Crowne of France, that you may know
Tis no sinister, nor no awkeward claime,
Pickt from the wormeholes of old vanisht dayes,40
Nor from the dust of old obliuion rackte,
He sends you these most memorable lynes,
In euery branch truly demonstrated:
Willing you ouerlooke this pedigree,
And when you finde him euenly deriued45
From his most famed and famous ancestors,
Edward the third, he bids you then resigne
Your crowne and kingdome, indirectly held
From him, the natiue and true challenger.

King. If not, what followes?50

Exe. Bloody costraint, for if you hide the crown
Euen in your hearts, there will he rake for it:
Therefore in fierce tempest is he comming,
In thunder, and in earthquake, like a Ioue,
That if requiring faile, he will compell it:55
And on your heads turnes he the widowes teares,
The Orphanes cries, the dead mens bones,[5484]
The pining maydens grones.
For husbands, fathers, and distressed louers,
Which shall be swallowed in this controuersie.60
This is his claime, his threatning, and my message.[5485]
Vnles the Dolphin be in presence here,
To whom expresly we bring greeting too.

Dol. For the Dolphin? I stand here for him,
What to heare from England.65

Exe. Scorn & defiance, slight regard, contempt,
And any thing that may not misbecome
The mightie sender, doth he prise you at:
Thus saith my king. Vnles your fathers highnesse
Sweeten the bitter mocke you sent his Maiestie,70
Heele call you to so loud an answere for it,
That caues and wombely vaultes of France
Shall chide your trespasse, and return your mock,
In second accent of his ordenance.

Dol. Say that my father render faire reply,75
It is against my will:
For I desire nothing so much,
As oddes with England.
And for that cause according to his youth
I did present him with those Paris balles.80

Exe. Heele make your Paris Louer shake for it,
Were it the mistresse Court of mightie Europe.
And be assured, youle finde a difference
As we his subiects haue in wonder found:
Betweene his yonger dayes and these he musters now,85
Now he wayes time euen to the latest graine,
Which you shall finde in your owne losses
If he stay in France.[5486]

King. Well for vs, you shall returne our answere backe
To our brother England.[5482]90

Exit omnes.

[Sc. VI.]

Enter Nim, Bardolfe, Pistoll, Boy.

Nim. Before God here is hote seruice.[5487]

Pist. Tis hot indeed, blowes go and come,
Gods vassals drop and die.

Nim. Tis honor, and theres the humor of it.

Boy. Would I were in London:
Ide giue all my honor for a pot of Ale.6

Pist. And I. If wishes would preuaile,
I would not stay, but thither would I hie.

Enter Flewellen and beates them in.

Flew. Godes plud vp to the breaches
You rascals, will you not vp to the breaches?10

Nim. Abate thy rage sweete knight,
Abate thy rage.

Boy. Well I would I were once from them:
They would haue me as familiar
With mens pockets, as their gloues, and their15
Handkerchers, they will steale any thing.
Bardolfe stole a Lute case, carryed it three mile,
And sold it for three hapence.[5488]
Nim stole a fier shouell.
I knew by that, they meant to carry coales:20
Well, if they will not leaue me,
I meane to leaue them.

Exit Nim, Bardolfe, Pistoll, and the Boy.

Enter Gower.

Gower. Gaptain Flewellen, you must come strait [5489]
To the Mines, to the Duke of Gloster.25

Flew. Looke you, tell the Duke it is not so good
To come to the mines: the concuaueties is otherwise,
You may discusse to the Duke, the enemy is digd
Himselfe fiue yardes vnder the countermines:
By Iesus I thinke heele blowe up all [5490]30
If there be no better direction.

[Sc. VII.]

Enter the King and his Lords alarum.

King. How yet resolues the Gouernour of the Towne?
This is the latest parley weele admit:
Therefore to our best mercie giue your selues,
Or like to men proud of destruction, defie vs to our worst,
For as I am a souldier, a name that in my thoughts5
Becomes me best, if we begin the battery once againe
I will not leaue the halfe atchieued Harflew,
Till in her ashes she be buried,
The gates of mercie are all shut vp.
What say you, will you yeeld and this auoyd,10
Or guiltie in defence be thus destroyd?

Enter Gouernour.

Gouer. Our expectation hath this day an end:
The Dolphin whom of succour we entreated,
Returnes vs word, his powers are not yet ready,
To raise so great a siege: therefore dread King,15
We yeeld our towne and liues to thy soft mercie:
Enter our gates, dispose of vs and ours,
For we no longer are defensiue now.

[Sc. VIII.]

Enter Katherine, Allice.

Kate. Allice venecia, vous aues cates en,
Vou parte fort bon Angloys englatara,
Coman sae palla vou la main en francoy.

Allice. La main madam de han.

Kate. E da bras.5

Allice. De arma madam.

Kate. Le main da han la bras de arma.

Allice. Owye madam.

Kate. E Coman sa pella vow la menton a la coll.

Allice. De neck, e de cin, madam.10

Kate. E de neck, e de cin, e de code.

Allice. De cudie ma foy Ie oblye, mais Ie remembre,
Le tude, o de elbo madam.

Kate. Ecowte Ie rehersera, towt cella que Iac apoandre,
De han, de arma, de neck, du cin, e de bilbo.15

Allice. De elbo madam.

Kate. O Iesu, Iea obloye ma foy, ecoute Ie recontera
De han, de arma, de neck, de cin, e de elbo, e ca bon.

Allice. Ma foy madam, vow parla au se bon Angloys
Asie vous aues ettue en Englatara.20

Kate. Par la grace de deu an petty tanes. Ie parle milleur
Coman se pella vou le peid e le robe.

Allice. Le foot, e le con.

Kate. Le fot, e le con, ô Iesu! Ie ne vew poinct parle,
Sie plus deuant le che cheualires de franca,25
Pur one million ma foy.

Allice. Madame, de foote, e le con.

Kate. O et ill ausie, ecowte Allice, de han, de arma,
De neck, de cin, le foote, e de con.

Allice. Cet fort bon madam.

Kate. Aloues a diner.31

Exit omnes.

[Sc. IX.]

Enter King of France, Lord Constable, the Dolphin, and Burbon.

King. Tis certaine he is past the Riuer Some.

Con. Mordeu ma via: Shall a few spranes of vs,
The emptying of our fathers luxerie,
Outgrow their grafters.

Bur. Normanes, basterd Normanes, mor du5
And if they passe vnfought withall,
Ile sell my Dukedom for a foggy farme
In that short nooke Ile of England.

Const. Why whence haue they this mettall?
Is not their clymate raw, foggy and colde.10
On whom as in disdaine, the Sunne lookes pale?
Can barley broath, a drench for swolne lades
Their sodden water decockt such liuely blood?
And shall our quicke blood spirited with wine
Seeme frosty? O for honour of our names,15
Let vs not hang like frozen Iicesickles
Vpon our houses tops, while they a more frosty clymate
Sweate drops of youthfull blood.

King. Constable dispatch, send Montioy forth,
To know what willing raunsome he will giue?20
Sonne Dolphin you shall stay in Rone with me.[5491]

Dol. Not so I do beseech your Maiestie.[5492]

King. Well, I say it shalbe so.

Exeunt omnes.

[Sc. X.]

Enter Gower.[5493]

Go. How now Captain Flewellen, come you frō the bridge?

Flew. By Iesus thers excellēt seruice cōmitted at y^e bridge.

Gour. Is the Duke of Exeter safe?

Flew. The duke of Exeter is a mā whom I loue, & I honor,
And I worship, with my soule, and my heart, and my life,5
And my lands and my liuings,
And my vttermost powers.
The Duke is looke you,
God be praised and pleased for it, no harme in the worell.
He is maintain the bridge very gallently: there is an Ensigne [5494]10
There, I do not know how you call him, but by Iesus I think He is as [5495]
valient a man as Marke Anthonie, he doth maintain the bridge most [5496]
gallantly: yet he is a man of no reckoning: But I did see him do gallant
seruice.

Gouer. How do you call him?15

Flew. His name is ancient Pistoll.

Gouer. I know him not.

Enter Ancient Pistoll.

Flew. Do you not know him, here comes the man.

Pist. Captaine, I thee beseech to do me fauour,
The Duke of Exeter doth loue thee well.20

Flew. I, and I praise God I haue merrited some loue at his hands.

Pist. Bardolfe a souldier, one of buxsome valour,
Hath by furious fate
And giddy Fortunes fickle wheele,
That Godes blinde that stands vpon the rowling restlesse stone.[5497]25

Flew. By your patience ancient Pistoll,
Fortune, looke you is painted,
Plind with a mufler before her eyes,
To signifie to you, that Fortune is plind:
And she is moreouer painted with a wheele,30
Which is the morall that Fortune is turning,
And inconstant, and variation; and mutabilities:
And her fate is fixed at a sphericall stone
Which roules, and roules, and roules:
Surely the Poet is make an excellēt descriptiō of Fortune.35
Fortune looke you is and excellent morall.[5498]

Pist. Fortune is Bardolfes foe, and frownes on him,
For he hath stolne a packs, and hanged must he be:[5499]
A damned death, let gallowes gape for dogs,
Let man go free, and let not death his windpipe stop.40
But Exeter hath giuen the doome of death,
For packs of pettie price:
Therefore go speake, the Duke will heare thy voyce,
And let not Bardolfes vitall threed be cut,
With edge of penny cord, and vile approach.45
Speake Captaine for his life, and I will thee requite.

Flew. Captain Pistoll, I partly vnderstand your meaning.

Pist. Why then reioyce therefore.

Flew. Certainly Antient Pistol, tis not a thing to reioyce at,
For if he were my owne brother, I would wish the Duke50
To do his pleasure, and put him to executions: for look you,
Disciplines ought to be kept, they ought to be kept.

Pist. Die and be damned, and figa for thy friendship.[5500]

Flew. That is good.

Pist. The figge of Spaine within thy Iawe.55

Flew. That is very well.

Pist. I say the fig within thy bowels and thy durty maw.

Exit Pistoll.

Fle. Captaine Gour, cannot you hear it lighten & thunder?

Gour. Why is this the Ancient you told me of?
I remember him now, he is a bawd, a cutpurse.60

Flew. By Iesus hee is vtter as praue words vpon the bridge
As you shall desire to see in a sommers day, but its all one,
What he hath sed to me,
looke you, is all one.

Go. Why this is a gull, a foole, a rogue that goes to the wars
Onely to grace himselfe at his returne to London:65
And such fellowes as he,
Are perfect in great Commaunders names.
They will learne by rote where seruices were done,
At such and such a sconce, at such a breach,
At such a conuoy: who came off brauely, who was shot,70
Who disgraced, what termes the enemie stood on.
And this they con perfectly in phrase of warre,[5501]
Which they trick vp with new tuned oathes, & what a berd
Of the Generalls cut, and a horid shout of the campe
Will do among the foming bottles and alewasht wits75
Is wonderfull to be thought on: but you must learne
To know such slaunders of this age,
Or else you may maruellously be mistooke.

Flew. Certain captain Gower, it is not the man, looke you,
That I did take him to be: but when time shall serue,80
I shall tell him a litle of my desires: here comes his Maiestie.

Enter King, Clarence, Gloster and others.

King. How now Flewellen, come you from the bridge?

Flew. I and it shall please your Maiestie,
There is excellent seruice at the bridge.

King. What men haue you lost Flewellen?85

Flew. And it shall please your Maiestie,
The partition of the aduersarie hath bene great,
Very reasonably great: but for our own parts, like you now,[5502]
I thinke we haue lost neuer a man, vnlesse it be one
For robbing of a church, one Bardolfe, if your Maiestie90
Know the man, his face is full of whelkes and knubs,
And pumples, and his breath blowes at his nose
Like a cole, sometimes red, sometimes plew:
But god be praised, now his nose is executed, & his fire out.

King. We would haue all offenders so cut off,95
And we here giue expresse commaundment,[5503]
That there be nothing taken from the villages but paid for,
None of the French abused,
Or abraided with disdainfull language:[5504]
For when cruelty and lenitie play for a Kingdome,100
The gentlest gamester is the sooner winner.

Enter French Herauld.

Hera. You know me by my habit.

Ki. Well thē, we know thee, what shuld we know of thee?

Hera. My maisters minde.

King. Vnfold it.105

Heral. Go thee vnto Harry of England, and tell him,
Aduantage is a better souldier then rashnesse:
Altho we did seeme dead, we did but slumber.
Now we speake vpon our kue, and our voyce is imperiall,
England shall repent her folly: see her rashnesse,[5505]110
And admire our sufferance. Which to raunsome,
His pettinesse would bow vnder:
For the effusion of our blood, his army is too weake:
For the disgrace we haue borne, himselfe
Kneeling at our feete, a weake and worthlesse satisfaction.115
To this, adde defyance. So much from the king my maister.

King. What is thy name? we know thy qualitie.

Herald. Montioy.

King. Thou dost thy office faire, returne thee backe,
And tell thy King, I do not seeke him now:[5506]120
But could be well content, without impeach,
To march on to Callis: for to say the sooth,
Though tis no wisdome to confesse so much
Vnto an enemie of craft and vantage.
My souldiers are with sicknesse much infeebled,125
My Army lessoned, and those few I haue,[5507]
Almost no better then so many French:
Who when they were in heart, I tell thee Herauld,
I thought vpon one paire of English legges,
Did march three French mens.130
Yet forgiue me God, that I do brag thus:[5508]
Your heire of France hath blowne this vice in me.[5509]
I must repent, go tell thy maister here I am,
My raunsome is this frayle and worthlesse body,
My Army but a weake and sickly guarde.135
Yet God before, we will come on,
If France and such an other neighbour stood in our way:
If we may passe, we will: if we be hindered,
We shal your tawny ground with your red blood discolour.
So Montioy get you gone, there is for your paines:[5510]140
The sum of all our answere is but this,
We would not seeke a battle as we are:
Nor as we are, we say we will not shun it.[5511]

Herauld. I shall deliuer so: thanks to your Maiestie.

Glos. My Liege, I hope they will not come vpon vs now.145

King. We are in Gods hand brother, not in theirs:
To night we will encampe beyond the bridge,
And on to morrow bid them march away.

[Sc. XI.]

Enter Burbon, Constable, Orleance, Gebon.

Const. Tut I haue the best armour in the world.

Orleance. You haue an excellent armour,
But let my horse haue his due.

Burbon. Now you talke of a horse, I haue a steed like the
Palfrey of the sun, nothing but pure ayre and fire,5
And hath none of this dull element of earth within him.

Orleance. He is of the colour of the Nutmeg.

Bur. And of the heate, a the Ginger.[5512]
Turne all the sands into eloquent tongues,
And my horse is argument for them all:10
I once writ a Sonnet in the praise of my horse,[5513]
And began thus. Wonder of nature.

Con. I haue heard a Sonnet begin so,
In the praise of ones Mistresse.

Burb. Why then did they immitate that15
Which I writ in praise of my horse,
For my horse is my mistresse.

Con. Ma foy the other day, me thought
Your mistresse shooke you shrewdly.

Bur. I bearing me. I tell thee Lord Constable,20
My mistresse weares her owne haire.

Con. I could make as good a boast of that,
If I had had a sow to my mistresse.[5514]

Bur. Tut thou wilt make vse of any thing.

Con. Yet I do not vse my horse for my mistresse.25

Bur. Will it neuer be morning?
Ile ride too morrow a mile,
And my way shalbe paued with English faces.

Con. By my faith so will not I,
For feare I be outfaced of my way.30

Bur. Well ile go arme my selfe, hay.

Gebon. The Duke of Burbon longs for morning.

Or. I he longs to eate the English.

Con. I thinke heele eate all he killes.

Orle. O peace, ill will neuer said well.35

Con. Ile cap that prouerbe,
With there is flattery in friendship.[5515]

Or. O sir, I can answere that,
With giue the diuel his due.

Con. Haue at the eye of that prouerbe,40
With a logge of the diuel.

Or. Well the Duke of Burbon, is simply,
The most actiue Gentleman of France.

Con. Doing his actiuitie, and heele stil be doing.

Or. He neuer did hurt as I heard off.45

Con. No I warrant you, nor neuer will.

Or. I hold him to be exceeding valiant.

Con. I was told so by one that knows him better the[n] you.

Or. Whose that?

Con. Why he told me so himselfe:50
And said he cared not who knew it.

Or. Well who will go with me to hazard,
For a hundred English prisoners?

Con. You must go to hazard your selfe,
Before you haue them.55

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. My Lords, the English lye within a hundred
Paces of your Tent.

Con. Who hath measured the ground?

Mess. The Lord Granpeere.

Con. A valiant man, a. an expert Gentleman.[5516]60
Come, come away:
The Sun is hie, and we weare out the day. Exit omnes.

[Sc. XII.]

Enter the King disguised, to him Pistoll.[5517]

Pist. Ke ve la?

King. A friend.

Pist. Discus vnto me, art thou Gentleman?
Or art thou common, base, and popeler?

King. No sir, I am a Gentleman of a Company.5

Pist. Trailes thou the puissant pike?

King. Euen so sir. What are you?

Pist. As good a gentleman as the Emperour.

King. O then thou art better then the King?

Pist. The kings a bago, and a hart of gold.10

Pist. A lad of life, an impe of fame:[5518]
Of parents good, of fist most valiant:
I kis his durtie shoe: and from my hart strings
I loue the louely bully. What is thy name?

King. Harry le Roy.15

Pist. Le Roy, a Cornish man:
Art thou of Cornish crew?

Kin. No sir, I am a Wealchman.

Pist. A Wealchman: knowst thou Flewellen?

Kin. I sir, he is my kinsman.20

Pist. Art thou his friend?

Kin. I sir.

Pist. Figa for thee then: my name is Pistoll.

Kin. It sorts well with your fiercenesse.

Pist. Pistoll is my name.25

Exit Pistoll.

Enter Gower and Flewellen.

Gour. Captaine Flewellen.

Flew. In the name of Iesu speake lewer.[5519]
It is the greatest folly in the worell, when the auncient
Prerogatiues of the warres be not kept.
I warrant you, if you looke into the warres of the Romanes,30
You shall finde no tittle tattle, nor bible bable there:
But you shall finde the cares, and the feares,
And the ceremonies, to be otherwise.

Gour. Why the enemy is loud: you heard him all night.

Flew. Godes sollud, if the enemy be an Asse & a Foole,35
And a prating cocks-come, is it meet that we be also a foole,
And a prating cocks-come, in your conscience now?

Gour. Ile speake lower.

Flew. I beseech you do, good Captaine Gower.

Exit Gower, and Flewellen.