The Life of King Henry the Fifth
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The Same. | ||||||||
Enter NYM, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, and Boy. | ||||||||
| Bard. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the breach! | ||||||||
| Nym. Pray thee, corporal, stay: the knocks are too hot; and for mine own part, I have not a case of lives: the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain-song of it. | ||||||||
Pist. The plain-song is most just, for humours do abound:
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| Boy. Would I were in an alehouse in London! I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety. | ||||||||
Pist. And I:
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Boy.
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Enter FLUELLEN. | ||||||||
| Flu. Up to the breach, you dogs! avaunt, you cullions! [Driving them forward. | ||||||||
| Pist. Be merciful, great duke, to men of mould! | ||||||||
| Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage! | ||||||||
| Abate thy rage, great duke! | ||||||||
| Good bawcock, bate thy rage; use lenity, sweet chuck! | ||||||||
| Nym. These be good humours! your honour wins bad humours. [Exeunt NYM, PISTOL, and BARDOLPH, followed by FLUELLEN. | ||||||||
| Boy. As young as I am, I have observed 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 such antiques do not amount to a man. For Bardolph, he is white-livered and red-faced; by the means whereof, a' faces it out, but fights not. For Pistol, he hath a killing tongue and a quiet sword; 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 scorns to say his prayers, lest a' should be thought a coward: but his few bad words are matched with as few good deeds; for a' 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. Bardolph stole a lute-case, bore it twelve leagues, and sold it for three half-pence. Nym and Bardolph are sworn brothers in filching, and in Calais they stole a fire-shovel;—I knew by that piece of service the men would carry coals,—they would have me as familiar with men's pockets as their gloves or their handkerchers: which makes much against my manhood if I should take from another's pocket to put into mine; for it is plain pocketing up of wrongs. I must leave them and seek some better service: their villany goes against my weak stomach, and therefore I must cast it up. [Exit. | ||||||||
Re-enter FLUELLEN, GOWER following. | ||||||||
| Gow. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines: the Duke of Gloucester would speak 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 is not according to the disciplines of the war; the concavities of it is not sufficient; for, look you, th' athversary—you may discuss 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. | ||||||||
| Gow. The Duke of Gloucester, to whom the order of the siege is given, is altogether directed by an Irishman, a very valiant gentleman, i' faith. | ||||||||
| Flu. It is Captain Macmorris, is it not? | ||||||||
| Gow. I think it be. | ||||||||
| Flu. By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the world: I will verify as much in his peard: he has no more directions in the true disciplines of the wars, look you, of the Roman disciplines, than is a puppy-dog. | ||||||||
Enter MACMORRIS and JAMY, at a distance. | ||||||||
| Gow. 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 th' aunchient wars, upon my particular knowledge of his directions: by Cheshu, 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 say gud day, Captain Fluellen. | ||||||||
| Flu. God-den to your worship, good Captain James. | ||||||||
| Gow. How now, Captain Macmorris! have you quit the mines? have the pioners given o'er? | ||||||||
| Mac. By Chrish, la! tish ill done: the work ish give over, the trumpet sound the retreat. By my hand, I swear, and my father's soul, the work ish ill done; it ish give over: I would have blowed up the town, so Chrish save me, la! in an hour: O! tish ill done, tish ill done; by my hand, tish ill done! | ||||||||
| Flu. Captain Macmorris, I beseech you now, will you voutsafe me, look you, a few disputations with you, as partly touching or concerning the disciplines of the war, the Roman wars, in the way of argument, look you, and friendly communication; partly to satisfy my opinion, and partly for the satisfaction, look you, of my mind, as touching the direction of the military discipline: that is the point. | ||||||||
| Jamy. It sall be vary gud, gud feith, gud captains bath: [Aside.] and I sall quit you with gud leve, as I may pick occasion; that sall I, marry. | ||||||||
| Mac. 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 dukes: it is no time to discourse. The town is beseeched, and the trumpet calls us to the breach; and we talk, and be Chrish, do nothing: 'tis shame for us all; so God sa' me, 'tis shame to stand still; it is shame, by my hand; and there is throats to be cut, and works to be done; and there ish nothing done, so Chrish sa' me, la! | ||||||||
| Jamy. By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine take themselves to slumber, aile do gud service, or aile lig i' the grund for it; ay, or go to death; and aile pay it as valorously as I may, that sal I surely do, that is the breff and the long. Marry, I wad full fain heard some question 'tween you tway. | ||||||||
| Flu. Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, under your correction, there is not many of your nation— | ||||||||
| Mac. Of my nation! What ish my nation? ish 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 shall think you do not use me with that affability as in discretion you ought to use me, look you; being as good 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 so good a man as myself: so Chrish save me, I will cut off your head. | ||||||||
| Gow. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other. | ||||||||
| Jamy. A! that's a foul fault. [A parley sounded. | ||||||||
| Gow. The town sounds a parley. | ||||||||
| Flu. Captain Macmorris, when there is more better opportunity to be required, look you, I will be so bold as to tell you I know the disciplines of wars; and there is an end. [Exeunt. |
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