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We are but warriors for the working-day:! faites vous prest; car ce soldat icy est disposé tout
Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant,
Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie pour l'amour de But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim : Dieu, me pardonner ! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne And my poor soldiers tell me-yet ere night maison : gardez ma vie, et je vous donneray deux They'll be in fresher robes, or they will pluck cents escus. The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads, Pist. What are his words? And iurn them out of service. If they do this, Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a gen(As, if God please, they shall,) my ransom then tleman of a good house; and, for his ransom, he Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour; will give you two hundred crowns. Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald; Pist. Tell him,-my fury shall abate, and I They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints: The crowns will take. Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them, Fr. Sol. Pelit mon sieur, que dil-il ? Shall yield them little, tell the constable.
Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee well; 'pardonner aucun prisonnier ; neantmoins, pour Thou never shalt hear herald any more. (E.cit. les escus que vous l'avez promis, il est content de K. Hen. I fear, thou’lt once more come again for vous donner la liberté, le franchisement.
Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille
remerciemens : et je m'estime heureux que je suis Enter the Duke of York.
tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg plus brave, valiant, el tres distingué seigneur The leading of the vaward.
d'Angleterre, K. Hen." Take it, brave York.-Now, soldiers, Pist. Expound unto me, boy. march away:
Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!
thanks : and he esteems himself happy that he hath (Exeunt. fallen into the hands of (as he thinks) the most
brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of SCENE IV.-The field of battle. Ilarums: England.
Excursions. Enler French Soluier, Pistol, and Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.Boy.
Follow me, cur.
(E.cit Pistol. Pist. Yield, cur.
Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine. Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme i did never know so full a voice issue from so empty
(Exit French Soldier. de bonne qualité.
Pist. Quality, call you me? ---Construe ine, art a hcart : but the saying is true,- The empty vessel thou a gentleman ? What is thy name? discuss. makes the greatest sound. Bardolph, and Nym, Fr. Sol. O seigneur Die!!
had ten times more valour than this roaring devil Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a gentleman :
i'the old play, that every one may pare his nails Perpend my words, O signicur Dew, and inark ;
with a wooden dagger; and they are both hanged; U signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox,
and so would this be, 'if he durst steal any thing Except, O signieur, thou do give to me
adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys, with Egregious ransom.
the baggage of our camp: the French might have Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde ! ayez pitié de a good prey of us, if he kire w of it; for there is none moy !
to guard it, but boys.
[Exit. Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have sorty moys; SCENE V.-Another part of the field of battle. For I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat,
Alarums. Enter Dauphin, Orleans, Bourbon, In drops of crimson bload. Fr. Sol. Est-il impossible d'eschapper la force
Constable, Rambures, and others. de ton bras ?
Con. O diable ! Pist. Brass, cur!
Orl. O seigneur !-le jour esl perdu, tout est Thou damned and luxurious' mountain goat,
perdi! Offer'st me brass ?
Dau. Mort de ma vie ! all is confounded, all ! Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy!
Reproach and everlasting shame Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys ? - Sits mocking in our plumes.-0 meschante forCome hither, boy ; Ask me this slave in French,
tune! What is his name.
Do not run away.
(. A short alarum. Boy. Escoutez; Comment estes-vous appellé ? Con.
Why, all our ranks are broke. Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer.
Dau. O perdurable'o shame!-let's stab ourselves. Boy. He says, his name is-master Fer. Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for ?
Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk' him, and Orl, Is this the king we sent to for his ransom? ferret him :-discuss the same in French unto him. Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but
Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and fer- shame! ret, and firk.
Let us die instant : Once more back again ; Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat. And he that will not follow Bourbon now, Fr. Sol. Que dil-il, monsieur ?
Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand, Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door,
Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog," (1) We are soldiers but coarsely dressed. (2) Golden show, superficial gilding.
(6) The diaphragm. (7) Lascivious, (3) Soiled. (4) Vanguard.
18) Pieces of money. (9) Chastise. An old cant word for a sword, so called from (10) Lasting. a famous sword-cutler of the name of Fox.
(11) i, e. Who has no more gentility.
His fairest daughter is contaminate.
(Gower : What call you the town's name where Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now! Alexander the pig was born? Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives
Gow. Alexander the great. Unto these English, or else die with fame.
Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? The Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the To smother up the English in our throngs, magnanimous, are all one reckoning, save the If any order might be thought upon.
phrase is a little variations. Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the Gow. I think, Alexander the great was born in throng;
Macedon; his father was called Philip of MaceLet life be short; else, shame will be too long. don, as I take it.
[Exeunt, Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where Alexander SCENE VI. - Another part of the field. Ala
is porn. I tell you, captain,-Ír you look in the rums. Enter King Henry and forces; Exeter, maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the
comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, and others.
that the situations, look you, is both alike. There K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover countrymen :
a river at Monmouth; it is called Wye, at MonBut all's not done, yet keep the French the field. mouth: but it is out of my prains, what is the name Ere. The duke of York commends him to your of the other river ; but 'tis all one, 'tis so like as majesty.
my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle ? thrice, within both. If you mark Alexander's life well, Harry this hour,
of Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent well; I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting; for there is figures in all things. Alexander, (God From helmet to the spur, all blood he was. knows, and you know,) in his rages, and his furies,
Exe. In which array, (brave soldier) doth he lie, and his wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and Larding the plain: and by his bloody' side This displeasures, and his indignations, and also being (Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,) a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and The noble earl of Suffolk also lies.
his angers, look you, kill his pest friend, Clytus. Suffolk first died; and York, all haggled over, Gow. Our king is not like him in that: he never Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd, killed any of his friends. And takes him by the beard ; kisses the gashes, Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take That bloodily did yawn upon his face;
tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and And cries aloud, -Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk ! finished. I speak but in the figures and compariMy soul shall thine keep company to heaven : sons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, T'arry, sweet soul, for mine, then flyn-breast; being in his ales and his cups ; so also Harry MonIs, in this glorious and rell. foughien field, mouth, in right wits and his goot judgments, is We kept together in our chivalry!
turn away the fat knight with the great pelly doubUpon these words I came, and cheer'd him up: let: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knäveries, Ile smil'd me in the face, ranght' me his hand, and mocks; I am forget his name. And, with a forble gripe, says, - Dear my lord, Gov. Sir John Falstaff. Commend my service io my sovereign.
Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there is goot So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck
men porn at Monmouth.
Alarum. Enter King Henry, with a part of the The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd
English forces ; Warwick, Gloster, Exeter, and Those waters from me, which I would have stopp'd;
others. B::t I had not so much of man in me,
K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to France But all my mother came into mine eyes,
Until this instant.-Take a trumpet, herald ; And gave me up to tears.
Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill ; K. Hen.
I blame you not ; If they will fight with us, bid them come down, For, hearing this, I must perforce compound
Or void the field ; they do offend our sight : With mistful eyes, or they will issue too.- Mlarum. Ir they'll do neither, we will come to them, But hark! what new alarum is this same?
And make them skirr: away, as swist as stones The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd men:- Enforced from the old Assyrian slings : Then every soldier kill his prisoners ;
Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have ; Give the word through.
(Exeunt. And not a man of them, that we shall take, SCENE VII. – Another part of the field. Ala- Shall taste our mercy:-Go, and tell them so. Enler Fluellen and Gower.
Enter Montjoy. Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage ! 'tis ex- Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my pressly against the law of arms: 'lis as arrant a liege. piece of kravery, mark you now, as can be offered, Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be. in the 'orld: In your conscience now, is it not? K. Hen. How now, what means this, herald ?
Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive ; know'st thou not, and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the battle, That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ransom ? have done this slaughter: besides, they have burned Com'st thou again for ransom? and carried away all that was in the king's tent Mont.
No, great king: wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused I come to thee for charitable license, every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. 0, 'tis a That we may wander o'er this bloody field, gallant king !
To book our dead, and then to bury them; Flu, Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain To sort our nobles from our common men;
For many of our princes (wo the while !) (1) Rcached.
(2) Scour. Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood;
(So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs Itation is as arrant a villain, and a Jack sauce, as
Will. So I will, my liege, as I live. of their dead bodies.
K. Hen. Who servest thou under ? K. Hen.
I tell thee truly, herald, Will. Under captain Gower, my liege. I know not, is the day be ours, or no;
Flu. Gower is a goot captain; and is goot knowFor yet a many of your horsemen peer,
ledge and literature in the wars. And gallop o'er the field.
K. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier.
(Exit. K. Hen. Praised be God, and not our strength, K. llen. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for it!
for me, and stick it in thy cap; When Alençon and What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by ? myself were down together, I plucked this glove Mont. They call it-Agincourt.
from his helm: is any man challenge this, he is a K. Hen. Then call we this—the field of Agin- friend to Alençon and an enemy to our person; if court,
thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an thod, Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.
dost love me. Fru. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as please your majesty, and your great-uncle Edward can be desired in the hearts of his subjects: I would the plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall chronicles,' fought a most prave patile here in find himself aggrieted at this glove, that is all; but France.
I would sain see it once; an please Got of his grace, K. Hen. They did, Fluellen.
that I might see it. Flu. Your majesty says very true: if your ma- K. Hen. Knowcst thou Gower ? jesties is remembered of it, the Welshman did goot Flu. He is iny dear friend, an please you. service in a garden where leeks did grow, w aring K. Hen. Pray thce, go seek him, and bring him leeks in their Monmouth cass; which, your majesty to my tent. knows, to this hour is an honourable padge of the Fu. I will fetch him.
[Erit. service ; and, I do believe, your majesty takes no K. Hen. My lord of Warwick,-and my brother scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's day.
Gloster, K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour : Follow Fluellen closely at the heels : For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman. The glove, which I have given himn for a favour,
Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your May, haply, purchase him a box o' the ear; majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell It is the soldier's; I, by bargain, should you that: Got pless it and preserve it, as long as Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick : it pleases his grace, and his majesty too!
If that the soldier strike him (as, I judge K. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman. By his blunt bearinr, he will keep his word,) Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's country- Some sudden mischief may arise of it; man, I care not who know it; I will confess it to For I do know Fluellen valiant, all the 'orld: I need not to be ashamed of your And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder, majesty, praised be Got, so long as your majesty And quickly will return an injury: is an honest man.
Follow, and see there be no harm between them.K. Hen. God keep me so !-Our heralds go with Go you with me, uncle of Exeter. (Exeunt. Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
SCENE VIII.-Before King Henry's Pavilion, On both our parts.--Call yonder fellow hither.
Enter Gower and Williams. [Points to Williams. 'Exe. Mont, and others. Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain. Ere. Soldier, you must come to the king.
Enter Fluellen. K. Hen. Soldier, wby wear’st thou that glove Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I pein thy cap?
seech you now, come apace to the king: there is Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of more goot toward you, peradventure, than is in your one that I should fight withal, if he be alive. knowledge to dream of. K. Hen. An Englishman?'
W’ill. Sir, know you this glove? Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that Flu. Know the glove? I know, the glove is a swaggered with me last night: who, if'a livé, and glove. ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to Will. I know this ; and thus I challenge it. take him a box o'the ear : or, if I can see my
[Strikes him. glove in his cap (which he swore, as he was a sol- Flu. 'Shuld, an arrant traitor, as any's in the dier, he would wear, if alive,) I will strike it out universal 'orld, or in France, or in England. soundly.
Gow. How now, sir? you villain ! K. Hen. What think you, captain Fluellen ? is Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn ? it fit this soldier keep his oath ?
Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give Flu. He is a craven' and a villain else, an't treason his payment into plows, I warrant you. please your majesty, in my conscience.
Will. I am no traitor. R. Hen. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman of Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.--I charge you in great sort,' quite from the answer of his degree. his majesty's name, apprebend him; he's a friend
Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the of the duke Alençon's. tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and
Enter Warwick and Gloster. his oath : If he be perjured, see you now, his repu- War. How now, how now! what's the matter? (1) Coward. (2) High rank.
(3) For saucy Jack.
Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be Got One huudred twenty-six: added to these, for it!) a most contagious treason come to light, of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen, look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which, Here is his majesty.
Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights:
So that, in these ten thousand they have lost,
The rest are-princes, barons, lords, knights, K. Hen. How now! what's the matter ?
'squires, Flu. My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, And gentlemen of blood and quality. look your grace, has struck the glove which your The names of those their nobles that lie dead, majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon. Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France;
Will. My liege, this was my glove; here is the Jacques of Chaullon, admiral of France; fellow of it: and he, that I gave it to in change, The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures; promised to wear it in his cap; I promised to Great-master of France, the brave sir Guischard strike him, if he did : I met this man with my glove
Dauphin ; in his cap, and I have been as good as my word. John, duke of Alençon; Antony, duke of Brabant,
Flu. Your majesty hear now (saving your ma- The brother to the duke of Burgundy; jesty's manhood,) what an arrant, rascally, beg- And Edward, duke of Bar: of lusty earls, garly, lousy kuave it is : I hope, your majesty is Grandpre, and Roussi, Fauconberg, and Foix, pear me testimony, and witness, and avouchments, Beaumont, and Marle, Vaudemont, and Lestrale. that this is the glove of Alençon, that your majes. Here was a royal fellowship of death ty is give me, in your conscience now.
Where is the number of our English dead? K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier: Look, here
(Herald presents another paper. is the fellow of it. 'Twas I, indeed, thou promised'st Edward the duke of York, ihe earl of Suffolk, to strike; and thou hast given me most bitter terms. Sir Richard Ketley, Davy Gam, esquire :
Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck answer None else of name; and, of all other men, for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld. But five and twenty. O God, thy arm was here,
K. Hen. How canst thou make me satisfaction ? And not to us, but to thy arm alone,
. -When, without stratagem, never came any from mine, that might offend your But in plain shock, and even play of battle, majesty.
Was ever known so great and little loss, K. Aen. It was ourself thou didst abuse. On one part and on the other ?—Take it, God,
Will. Your majesty came not like yourself: you For it is only thine ! appeared to me but as a common man; witness the Ece.
'Tis wonderful ! night, your garments, your lowliness; and what K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the village: your highness suffered under that shape, I beseech And be it death proclaimed through our host, you, take it for your own fault, and not mine : for To boast of this, or take that praise from God, had you been as I took you for, I made no offence ; Which is his only. therefore, I beseech your highness, pardon me. Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to K. Hen. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with tell how many is killed ?
K. Hen. Yes, captain ; but with this acknowAnd give it to this fellow.-Keep it, fellow;
ledgment, And wear it for an honour in thy cap,
That God fought for us. Till I do challenge it.-Give him the crowns :- Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot. And, captain, you must needs be friends with him. K. Hen. Do we all holy rites;
Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum. mettle enough in his pelly :-Illd, there is twelve The dead with charity enclos'd in clay, pence for you, and I pray you to serve Got, and keep We'll then to Calais; and to England then; you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, and Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men. dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the petter for
Will. I will none of your money.
ACT V. serve you to mend your shoes : Come, wherefore
Enter Chorus. should you be so pashful? your shoes is not so goot: 'lis a good silling, I warrant you, or I will Cho. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the change it.
That I may prompt them: and of such as have, Enter an English Herald.
I humbly pray them to admit the excuse
of time, of numbers, and due course of things, K. Hen. Now, herald ; are the dead number'd? Which cannot in their huge and proper life Her. Here is the number of the slaughter'd Be here presented. Now we bear the king French.
(Delivers a paper. Toward Calais : grant him there; there seen, K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken, Heave him away upon your winged thoughts, uncle ?
Athwart the sea : Behold, the English beach Exe. Charles, duke of Orleans, nephew to the king; Pales in the food with men, with wives, and boys, John, duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt: Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouth'd Of other lords, and barons, knights, and 'squires,
sea, Full fineen hindred, besides common men. Which, like a mighty whiffler? 'fore the king, K. Hen. This pote doth tell me of ten thousand Seems to prepare his way: so let him land; French,
And, solemnly, see him set on to London. That in the field lie slain : of princes, in this So swift a pace hath thought, that even now
number, And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead. (1) An officer who walks first in processions.
You may imagine him upon Blackheath :
Pist. Not for Cadwallader, and all his goats. Where that his lords desire him to have borne! Flu. There is one goat for you. (Strikes him.) His bruised helmet, and his bended sword, Will you be so goot, scald knave, as eat it ? Before him, through the city: he forbids it, Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die. Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride; Flu. You say very true, scald knave, when Got's Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent,
will is : I will desire you to live in the mean time, Quite from himself, to God.? But now behold, and eat your victuals; come, there is sauce for it. In the quick forge and working-house of thought, (Striking him again.) You called me yesterday, How London doth pour out her citizens! mountain-squire ; but I will make you to-day a The mayor, and all his brethren, in best sort, squire of low degree. I pray you, fall to; if you Like to the senators of the antique Rome, can mock a leek, you can eat a leek. With the plebeians swarming at their heels,- Gov. Enough, captain ; you have astonished' Go forth, and fetch their conquering Cæsar in:
him. As, by a lower but by loving likelihood,
Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of Were now the general of our gracious empressa my leek, or I will peat his pate four days : --Pite, (As, in good time, he may,) from Ireland coming, I pray you; it is goot for your green wound, and Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, your ploody coxcomb. How many would the peaceful city quit,
Pist. Must I bite ? To welcome him? much more, and much more Flu. Yes, certainly; and out of doubt, and out cause,
of questions too, and ambiguities, Did they this Harry. Now in London place him ; Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge ; (As yet the lamentation of the French
I eat, and eke I swear Invites the king of England's stay at home: Flú. Eat, I pray you : Will you have some moro The emperor's coming in behalf of France, sauce to your leek ? there is not enough leek to To order peace between them ;) and omit swear by. All the occurrences, whatever chanc'd,
Pist. Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see, I eat. Till Harry's back-return again to France; Flu. Much goot do you, scald knave, heartily. There must we bring him; and myself have play'a Nay, 'pray you, throw none away; the skin is goot The interim, by remembering you—'lis past.
for your proken coxcomb. When you take occaThen brook abridgment; and your eyes advance sions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock at After your thoughts, straight back again to France. Lhem; that is all.
(Exit. Pist. Good.
Flu. Ay, leeks is goot:-Hold you, there is a SCENE I.-France. An English court of guard. groat to heal your pate. Enter Fluellen and Gower.
Pist. Me a groat!
Flu. Yes, verily, and in truth, you shall take it ; Gov. Nay, that's right; but why wear you your or I have another leek in my pocket, which you leek to-day Saint Davy's day is past.
shall eat. Flu. There is occasions and causes why and Pist. I take thy groal, in earnest of revenge. wherefore in all things: I will tell you, as my friend, Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in captain Gower; The rascally, scald, beggarly, cudgels; you shall be a woodmonger, and buy lousy, pragging knave, Pistol,- which you and nothing of ́me but cudgels. God be wi' you, and yourself, and all the 'orld, know to be no petter keep you, and heal your pate.
(Erit. ihan a fellow, look you now, of no merits,- he is
Pist. All hell shall stir for this. come to me, and prings me pread and salt yester. Goro. Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly day, look you, and pid me eat my leek: it was in knave. Will you mock at an ancient tradition, a place where I could not breed no contentions begun upon an honourable respect, and worn as with him ; but I will be so pold as to wear it in my a memorable trophy of predeceased valour,--and cap till I see him once again, and then I will tell dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words ? him a little piece of my desires.
I have seen you gleekings and galling at this gen.
tleman twice or thrice. You thought, because he Enter Pistol.
could not speak English in the native garb, he Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a tur- could not therefore handle an English cudgel : you key-cock.
find it otherwise ; and, henceforth, let a Welsh cor. Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his rection teach you a good English condition. Fare turkey-cocks.-Got pless you, ancient Pistol ! you
(Erit. scurvy, lousy knave, Got pless you!
Pist. Doth fortune play the huswifero with me Pist! Ha! art thou Bedlam? dost thou thirst, News have I, that my Nell is dead i'the spital":
now? base Trojan, To have me fold up Parca's fatal web?
of malady of France ; llence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek.
And there my rendezvous is quite cut off. Flu. ! peseech you heartily, scurvy, lousy knave, Old I do wax; and from my weary limbs at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, Honour is cudgell?d. Well, bawd will I turn, to eat, look you, this leek; because, look you, you And something lean to cutpurse of quick hand. do not love it, nor your affections, and your appe- To England will I steal, and there I'll steal: tites, and your digestions, does not agree with it, i And patches will I get unto these scars, would desire you to eat it.
And swear, I got them in the Gallia wars.
(Erit. (1) i. e. To order it to be borne. .121 Transferring all the honours of conquest from
(5) Spitted, transfixed. himself to God.
(6) Dost thou desire to have me put thee to
death ?' (3) Similitude,
(7) Stunned. (4) The earl of Essex in the reign of Elizabeth.
(8) Scoffing, sneering. (9) Temper. (10) For jilt. "(11) Hospital.