Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.
If that same demon, that hath gull'd thee thus,
Should with his lion gait walk the whole world,

He might return to vasty Tartar back,
And tell the legions-I can never win
A soul so easy as that Englishman's.
O, how hast thou with jealousy infected
The sweetness of affiance! Show men dutiful?
Why, so didst thou: Seem they grave and
learned?

Why, so didst thou: Come they of noble family
Why, so didst thou: Seem they religions?
Why, so didst thou: Or are they spare in diet;
Free from gross passion, or of mirth, or anger;
Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood;
Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement;
Not working with the eye, without the ear,
And, but in purged judgment, trusting neither?
Such, and so finely bolted, didst thou seem:
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot,
To mark the full-fraught man, and best indued,
With some suspicion. I will weep for thee;
For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
Another fall of man-Their faults are open,
Arrest them to the answer of the law;
And God acquit them of their practices!
Ere. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name
of Richard earl of Cambridge.

Now, lords, for France; the enterprise whereof
Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.
We doubt not of a fair and lucky war:
Since God so graciously hath brought to light
This dangerous treason, lurking in our way,
To hinder our beginnings, we doubt not now,
But every rub is smoothed on our way.
Then, forth, dear countrymen; let us deliver
Our puissance into the hand of God,
Putting it straight in expedition.
Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance;
No king of England, if not king of France.
[Exeunt
London. Mrs. Quickly's House in Eastcheap.
Enter Pistol, Mrs. Quickly, Nym, Bardolph,

SCENE III.

and Boy.

Quick. Pr'ythee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.

veins;

Pist. No; for my manly heart doth yearn-
Bardolph, be blithe;-Nym, rouse thy vaunting
Boy, bristle thy courage up: for Falstaff he is
dead,
And we must yearn therefore.

Bard. 'Would, I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either in heaven, or in hell!

Quick. Nay, sure, he's not in hell; he's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at turning o' the tide; for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. How now, Sir John? quoth I: what, man! be of good cheer. So a' cried out-God, God, God! three or four times: now I, to comfort him, bid him 'a should not think of God; I hoped, there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet: So 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed, and felt them, and they were as dis-cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and so upward, and upward, and all was as cold as

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of
Henry Lord Scroop of Mashain.

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of
Thomas Grey, knight of Northumberland.
Scroop. Our purposes God justly hath
cover'd;

And I repent my fault more than my death;
Which I beseech your highness to forgive,
Although my body pay the price of it.

Cam. For me, the gold of France did not se

duce;

coffers

Receiv'd the golden earnest of our death;
Wherein you would have sold your king to
slaughter,

His princes and his peers to servitude,
His subjects to oppression and contempt,
And his whole kingdom unto desolation.
Touching our person, seek we no revenge;
But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,
Whose ruin you three sought, that to her laws
We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence,
Poor miserable wretches, to your death;
The taste whereof, God, of his mercy, give you
Patience to endure, and true repentance
Of all your dear offences!-Bear them hence.
[Exeunt Conspirators, guarded.

any stone.

Nym. They say, he cried out of sack.
Quick. Ay, that 'a did.

Bard. And of women.

Quick. Nay, that 'a did not.

Boy. Yes, that 'a did; and said, they were devils incarnate.

Quick. 'A could never abide carnation: 'twas a colour he never liked.

Boy. 'A said once, the devil would have him about women.

Quick. A did in some sort, indeed, handle women: but then he was rheumatick; and talked of the whore of Babylon.

Boy. Do you not remember, 'a saw a flea stick upon Bardolph's nose; and 'a said, it was a black soul burning in hell-fire?

Bard. Well, the fuel is gone, that maintained that fire; that's all the riches I got in his service Nym. Shall we shog off? the king will be gone from Southampton.

Pist. Come, let's away.-My love, give me
thy lips.

Look to my chattels, and my moveables:
Let senses rule; the word is, Pitch and Pay,
Trust none;

For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer

cakes,

And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck;
Therefore, caveto be thy counsellor.

Go, clear thy crystals.-Yoke-fellows in arms,
Let us to France! like horse-leeches, my boys;
To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!
Boy. And that is but unwholesome food, they
say.

Saw his heroical seed, and emil'd to see him
Mangle the work of nature, and deface
it;The patterns that by God and by French fathers
Had twenty years been made. This is a stem
Of that victorious stock: and let us fear
The native mightiness and fate of him.
Enter a Messenger.

Mess. Ambassadors from Henry king of En-
gland

Do crave admittance to your majesty.
Fr. King. We'll give them présent audience.
Go, and bring them.

[Exeunt Mess. and certain Lords. You see, this chase is hotly follow'd, friends. Dau. Turn head, and stop pursuit; for coward dogs

Most spend their mouths, when what they seem
to threaten,

Therefore the dukes of Berry and of Bretagne,
Of Brabant, and of Orleans, shall make forth,-Runs far before them. Good my sovereign,
And you, Prince Dauphin,-with all swift de-
spatch,

To line, and new repair, our towns of war,
With men of courage, and with means de-

Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,-The mighty sender, doth he prize you at

Thus says my king: and, if your father's high- | And eke out our performance with your mind.

Chor. Thus with imagin'd wing our swift The mettle of your pasture; let us swear

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.

[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 peseech you now, will you vouchsafe me, look you, a few dispu [Exeunt Nym, Pistol, and Bardolph, tations with you, as partly touching or confollowed by Fluellen. cerning the disciplines of the war, the Roman Boy. As young as I am, I have observed these wars, in the way of argument, look you, and three swashers. I am boy to them all three; friendly communication; partly, to satisfy my but all they three, though they would serve me, opinion, and partly for the satisfaction, look could not be man to me: for, indeed, three you, of my mind, as touching the direction of such anticks do not amount to a man. For the military discipline; that is the point. Bardolph, he is white-liver'd, and red-fac'd; Jamy. It shall be very gud, gud feith, gud capby the means whereof, 'a faces it out, but fights tains bath and I shall quit you with gud leve, not. For Pistol,-he hath a killing tongue, and as I may pick occasion; that sall I, marry. a quiet sword; by the means whereof 'a breaks Mac. It is no time to discourse, so Chrish words, and keeps whole weapons. For Nym, save me, the day is hot, and the weather, and -he hath heard, that men of few words are the the wars, and the king, and the dukes; it is no best men; and therefore he scorns to say his time to discourse. The town is beseeched, and prayers, lest 'a should be thought a coward the trumpet calls us to the breach; and we talk, but his few bad words are match'd with as few and, by Chrish, do nothing; 'tis shame for us good deeds; for 'a never broke any man's head all so God sa' me, 'tis shame to stand still; it but his own; and that was against a post, when is shame, by my hand: and there is throats to he was drunk. They will steal any thing, and be cut, and works to be done and there ish nocall it,-purchase. Bardolph stole a lute-case: thing done, so Chrish sa' me, la.

bore it twelve leagues, and sold it for three Jamy. By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine half-pence. Nym and Bardolph are sworn bro- take themselves to slumber, aile do gude service, thers in filching; and in Calais they stole a or aile ligge i' the grund for it: ay, or go to fire-shovel I knew, by that piece of service, death and aile pay it as valorously as I may the men would carry coals. They would have that sall I surely do, that is the breff and the me as familiar with men's pockets, as their long Marry, I wad full fain heard some quesgloves or their handkerchiefs; which makes tion 'tween you 'tway. 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 vil lany goes against my weak stomach, and therefore I must cast it up. [Erit Boy.

Re-enter Fluellen, Gower following. Gow. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines; the duke of Gloster 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 dight 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 Gloster, 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 'orld: 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 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 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 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. Au! 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 1 will be so bold as to tell you, I know the disciplines of war; and there is an end. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.

The same. Before the Gates of Harfleur. The Governor and some Citizens on the Walls; the English Forces below. Enter King Henry and his Train.

K. Hen. How yet resolves the governor of the town? This is the latest parle we will admit : Therefore, to our best mercy give yourselves; Or, like to men proud of destruction, Defy us to our worst; for, as I am a soldier, (A name, that, in my thoughts, becomes me best,)

Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous
gentleman, that is certain: and of great expe-
dition, and knowledge, in the ancient wars,
upon my particular knowledge of his directions:
by Cheshu, he will maintain his argument as
well as any military man in the 'orld, in the
disciplines of the pristine wars of the Romans.
Jamy. I say, gud-day, Captain Fluellen.
Flu. God-den to your worship, goot Captain If I begin the battery once again,
Jamy.
1 will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur
Till in her ashes she lie buried.
The gates of mercy shall be all shut up;
And the flesh'd soldier,-rough and hard of
heart,-

Gow. How now, Captain Macmorris? have
you quit the mines? have the pioneers 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 by my father's soul, In liberty of bloody hand, shall range

With conscience wide as hell; mowing like grass

Your fresh-fair virgins, and your flowering in-
fants.

What is it then to me, if impious war,-
Array'd in flames, like to the prince of fiends,
Do, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats
Enlink'd to waste and desolation?

What is't to me, when you yourselves 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 the enraged soldiers in their spoil,
As send precepts to the Leviathan
To come ashore. Therefore, you men of
fleur,

Kath. De elbow. Je m'en faitz la repetition de tous les mots, que vous m'avez appris des a present.

Alice. Il est trop difficile, madame, comme je pense.

Kath. Excusez moy, Alice; escoutez: De hand, de fingre, de nails, de arm, de bilbow. Alice. De elbow, madame.

Kath. O Seigneur Dieu je m'en oublie; De elbow. Comment appellez vous le col ? Alice. De neck, madame.

Kath. De neck: Et le menton ?

Alice. De chin.

Kath. De sin. Le col, de neck: le menton, de sin.

Alice. Ouy. Sauf vostre honneur; en verite, Har-vous prononcez les mots aussi droict que les natifs d'Angleterre.

Take pity of your town, and of your people,
Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command;

Kath. Je ne doute point d'apprendre par la grace de Dieu; et en peu de temps.

Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of graceAlice. N'avez vous pas deja oublie ce que je

O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds

Of deadly murder, spoil, and villany.

If not, why, in a moment, look to see
The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand

Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daugh

ters;

Your fathers taken by the silver beards,

vous ay enseignee?

Kath. Non, je reciteray a vous promptement. De hand, de fingre, de nails,

Alice. De nails, madame.

Kath. De nails, de arme, de ilbow.

Alice. Sauf vostre honneur, de elbow. Kath. Ainsi dis je; de elbow, de neck, et de And their most reverend heads dash'd to the sin; Comment appellez vous le pied et la

walls;

Your naked infants spitted upon pikes;
Whiles the mad mothers with their howls con-
fus'd

Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry
At Herod's bloody hunting slaughtermen.
What say you? will you yield, and this avoid?
Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd 7

Gov. Our expectation hath this day an end:
The Dauphin, whom of succour we entreated,
Returns us-that his powers are not yet ready
To raise so great a siege. Therefore, dread king,
We yield our town, and lives, to thy soft mercy:
Enter our gates; dispose of us, and ours;
For we no longer are defensible.

K. Hen. Open your gates.-Come, uncle Ex-
eter,

Go you and enter Harfleur; there remain,
And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French:
Use mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle,-
The winter coming on, and sickness growing
Upon our soldiers,-we'll retire to Calais.
To-night in Harfleur will we be your guest;
To-morrow for the march are we addrest.

[Flourish. The King, &c. enter the town. SCENE IV. Rouen. A Room in the Palace.

Enter Katharine and Alice.

robe?

Alice. De foot, madame; et de con.

Kath. De foot, et de con? O Seigneur Dieu! ces sont mots de son mauvais, corruptible, grosse, et impudique, es non pour les dames d'honneur d'user: Je ne voudrois prononcer ces mots devant les seigneurs de France, pour tout le monde. Il faut de foot, et de con, neantmoins. Je reciterai une autre fois ma lecon ensemble: De hand, de fingre, de nails, de arm, de elbow. de neck, de sin, de foot, de con. Alice. Excellent, madame!

Kath. C'est assez pour une fois; allons nous a disner. [Exeunt.

us.

Spirt up so suddenly into the clouds,
And overlook their grafters ?

The emptying of our father's luxury, Kath. Alice, tu as este en Angleterre, et tu Our scions, put in wild and savage stock, parles bien le langage. Alice. Un peu, madame. Kath. Je te prie, m'enseignez; il faut que j'apprenne a parler. Comment appellez vous la main, en Anglois?

Alice. La main? elle est appellee, de hand.
Kath. De hand. Et les doigts?

Alice. Les doigts? ma foy, j'oublie les doigts; mais je me souviendray. Les doigts? je pense, qu'ils sont appelle de fingres: ouy, de fingres. Kath. La main, de hand; les doigts, de fingres. Je pense, que je suis le bon escolier. J'ay gagne deux mots d'Anglais vistement. Comment appellez vous les ongles?

Alice. Les ongles? les appellons, de nails.
Kath. De nails. Escoutez: dites moy, si je
parle bien: de hand, de fingres, de nails.
Alice. C'est bien dit, madame; il est fort bon
Anglois.

Kath. Dites moy en Anglois, le bras.
Alice. De arm, madame.

Kath. Et le coude.

Alice. De elbow.

Bour. Normans, but bastard Normans, Nor
man bastards!

Mort de ma vie! if they march along
Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom,
To buy a slobbery and a dirty farm
In that nook-shotten isle of Albion.
Con. Dieu de battailes! where have they this
mettle?
Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull?
On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale,
Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden