And teach lavoltas high, and fwift currantos ;
Saying, our grace is only in our heels;

And that we are most lofty run-aways.

Fr. King. Where is Mountjoy, the herald? speed him hence;

Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.
Up, princes, and with spirit of honour edge'd,
Yet fharper than your fwords, hie to the field!
Charles Delabreth, High Conftable of France,
You, Dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berry,
Alanfon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy,
Jaques Chatillion, Rambures, Vaudemont,
Beaumont, Grandpree, Rouffie, and Faulconbridge,
Loys, L'Eftraile, Bouciqualt, and Charaloys,
High Dukes, great Princes, Barons, Lords, and Knights;
For your great feats now quit you of great fhames:
Bar Harry England, that fweeps through our land
With penons painted in the blood of Harfleur:
Rufh on his hoft, as doth the melted fnow
Upon the vallies; whofe low vaffal feat

The Alps doth fpit and void his rheum upon.
Go down upon him, (you have pow'r enough),
And in a captive chariot into Roan
Bring him our prisoner.

Con. This becomes the great.

Sorry am I his numbers are so few,

His foldiers fick, and famish'd in their march:
For, I am fure, when he shall see our army,

He'll drop his heart into the fink of fear,
And for atchievement offer us his ranfom.

Fr. King. Therefore, Lord Conftable, hafte on
Mountjoy;

And let him fay to England, that we fend
To know what willing ranfom he will give.
Prince Dauphin, you fhall ftay with us in Roan.
Dau. Not fo, I do befeech your Majesty.

Fr. King. Be patient, for you fhall remain with us.
Now forth, Lord Constable, and Princes all;
And quickly bring us word of England's fall. [Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE VII. The English camp.

Enter Gower and Fluellen.

Gow. How now, Captain Fluellen, come you from the bridge?

Flu. I affure you, there is very excellent fervices committed at the pridge.

Gow. Is the Duke of Exeter fafe?

Flu. The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Agamemnon, and a man that I love and honour with my foul, and my heart, and my duty, and my life, and my living, and my uttermoft power. He is not, God be praised and pleffed, any hurt in the world; he is maintain the pridge most valiantly, with excellent difcipline. There is an Ancient-lieutenant there at the pridge, I think, in my very confcience, he is as valiant a man as Mark Antony, and he is a man of no eftimation in the world, but I did fee him do gallant fervices. Gow. What do you call him?

Flu. He is call'd Ancient Piftol.
Gow. I know him not.

Enter Piftol.

Flu. Here is the man.

Pift. Captain, I thee befeech to do me favours: The Duke of Exeter doth love thee well.

Flu. I, I praife God, and I have merited fome love at his hands.

Pist. Bardolph, a foldier firm and found of heart, And buxom valour, hath by cruel fate,

And giddy Fortune's furious fickle wheel,

That goddefs blind that stands upon the rolling reft

less stone

Flu. By your patience, Ancient Piftol: Fortune is painted with a muffier pefore her eyes, to fignify to you that Fortune is plind; and fhe is painted alfo with a wheel, to fignify to you, which is the moral of it, that he is turning and inconftant, and mutabilities and variations; and her foot, look you, is fixed upon a spherical stone, which rowls, and rowls, and rowls. In

good

good truth, the poet makes a most excellent defcription of it: Fortune is an excellent moral.

Pift. Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him; for he hath itoln a pax *, and hanged must a’be; damned death!

Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free,
And let not hemp his wind-pipe fuffocate;
But Exeter hath given the doom of death,
For pax of little price. Therefore, go speak,
The Duke will hear thy voice;

And let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut
With edge of penny-cord, and vile reproach.
Speak, Captain, for his life, and I will thee requite.
Flu. Ancient Piftol, I do partly understand your
meaning.

Pift. Why then rejoice therefore.

Flu. Certainly, Ancient, it is not a thing to rejoice at; for if, look you, he were my prother, I would defire the Duke to ufe his good pleasure, and put him to executions; for disciplines ought to be used.

Pift. Die and be damn'd, and figo for thy friendship! Flu. It is well.

Pift. The fig of Spain

Flu. Very good.

[Exit Pist.

Gow. Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal, I remember him now; a bawd, a cut-purse.

Flu. I'll affure you he utter'd as prave words at the pridge, as you fhall fee in a fummer's day: but it is very well; what he has fpoke to me, that is well, I warrant you, when time is ferve.

Gow. Why, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue, that now and then goes to the wars, to grace himself at his return into London, under the form of a foldier. "Such fel"lows are perfect in the great commanders' names, "and they will learn you by rote where services were

done; at fuch and fuch a fconce, at fuch a breach, "at fuch a convoy; who came off bravely, who was "fhot, who difgrace'd, what terms the enemy food on: and this they con perfectly in the phrase of

* This is conformable to hiftory; a foldier (Hall tells us, Henry V. year 3. fol. 14) being hanged at this time for fuch a fact. Mr. Pope.

«war,

war, which they trick up with new-turned oaths: "and what a beard of the General's cut, and a hor"rid fute of the camp, will do among foaming bot"tles and ale-wafh'd wits, is wonderful to be thought "on! But you must learn to know fuch flanders of the age, or elfe you may be marvellously mistook. Flu. I tell you what, Captain Gower, I do perceive he is not the man that he would gladly make thew to the world he is; if I find a hole in his coat, I will tell him my mind. Hear you, the King is coming, and I muft fpeak with him from the pridge.

Drum and colours. Enter the King and his poor foldiers. Flu. God plefs your Majesty.

K. Henry. How now, Fluellen, cam'ft thou from the bridge?

Flu. I, fo pleafe your Majefty. The Duke of Exeter has very gallantly maintain'd the pridge; the French is gone off, look you, and there is gallant and most prave paffages; marry, th' athverfary was have poffeffion of the pridge, but he is enforced to retire, and the Duke of Exeter is master of the pridge. I can tell your Majefty, the Duke is a prave man.

K. Henry. What men have you loft, Fluellen?

Flu. The perdition of th' athverfary hath been very great, very reasonable great; marry, for my part, I think, the Duke hath loft never a man but one that is like to be executed for robbing a church; one Bardolph, if your Majefty know the man. His face is all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs, and flames of fire; and his lips plows at his nofe, and it is like a coal of fometimes plue, and fometimes red; but his nose is executed, and his fire's out.

fire;

K. Henry. We would have fuch offenders fo cut off; And give exprefs charge, that in all our march There fhall be nothing taken from the villages, But fhall be paid for; and no French upbraided, Or yet abufed in difdainful language. When lenity and cruelty play for kingdoms, The gentler gamefter is the fooneft winner.

Tucket

Tucket founds. Enter Mountjoy.

Mount. You know me by my habit.

K. Henry. Well then, I know thee; what fhall I know of thee?

Mount. My master's mind.

K. Henry. Unfold it.

Mount. Thus fays my King: Say thou to Harry England,

Although we feemed dead, we did but fleep:
Advantage is a better foldier than Rashness.

.

Tell him, we could at Harfleur have rebuk'd him;
But that we thought not good to bruise an injury,
Till it were ripe. Now, fpeak we on our cue,
With voice imperial: England shall repent
His folly, fee his weakness, and admire
Our fuff'rance. Bid him therefore to confider,
What must the ranfom be, which must proportion
The loffes we have borne, the fubjects we
Have loft, and the difgrace we have digefted;
To answer which his pettiness would bow under.
First, for our lofs, too poor is his exchequer ;
For the effufion of our blood, his army
Too faint a number; and for our difgrace,
Ev'n his own perfon kneeling at our feet,
A weak and worthless fatisfaction.
To this, defiance add: and for conclufion,
Tell him, he hath betray'd his followers,
Whofe condemnation is pronounce'd. So far
My King and master; and fo much my office.
K. Henry. What is thy name? I know thy quality.
Mount. Mountjoy.

K. Henry. Thou doft thy office fairly. Turn thes back,

And tell thy King, I do not seek him now;
But could be willing to march on to Calais
Without impeachment; for to fay the footh,
(Though 'tis no wisdom to confefs fo much
Unto an enemy of craft and vantage),
My people are with sickness much enfeebled,
My numbers leffen'd; and thofe few I have,
Almost no better than fo many French;

Who,