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Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil,

Dau. By faith and honour, As send precépts to the Leviathan

Our madams mock at us.
To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur Bour. They bid us — to the English dancing-
Take pity of your town, and of your people,

Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command ; And teach lavollas high, and swift corantos 8;
Whiles yer the cool and temperate wind of grace Saying, our grace is only in our heels,
O’erblows the filthy and contagious clouds

And that we are most lofty runaways.
Of deadly murder, spoil, and villainy.

Fr. King. Where is Montjóy, the herald ? speed If not, why, in a moment, look to see

him hence; The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand Let him greet England with our sharp defiance. Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters; Up, princes; and, with spirit of honour edg’d, Your fathers taken by the silver beards,

More sharper than your swords, hie to the field : And their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls ; Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France; Your naked infants spitted upon pikes;

You dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berry, Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confus'd | Alençon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy ; Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry Jacques Chatillion, Rambures, Vaudemont, At Herod’s bloody-hunting slaughtermen. Beaumont, Grandpré, Roussi, and Fauconberg, What say you ? will you yield, and this avoid ? Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois; Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd ?

High dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and knights, Gov. Our expectation hath this day an end : For

your great seats, now quit you of great shames, The dauphin, whom of succour we entreated, Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land Returns us — that his powers are not yet ready With pennons 9 painted in the blood of Harfieur : To raise so great a siege. Therefore, dread king, Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow We yield our town, and lives to thy soft mercy : Upon the vallies; Enter our gates; dispose of us, and ours;

You have power enough,
For we no longer are defensible.

And in a captive chariot, into Rouen
K. Hen. Open your gates. — Come, uncle Exeter, Bring him our prisoner.
Go you and enter Harfieur; there remain,


This becomes the great. And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French : Sorry am I, his numbers are so few, Use mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle, - His soldiers sick, and famish'd in their march; The winter coming on, and sickness growing For, I am sure when he shall see our army, Upon our soldiers, we'll retire to Calais.

He'll drop his heart into the sink of fear, To-night in Harfleur will we be your guest; And, for achievement, offer us his ransome. To-morrow for the march are we addrest. 5

Fr. King. Therefore, lord constable, haste on [Flourish. The KING, &c. enter the Town.

Montjóy :

And let him say to England, that we send SCENE IV.- Roüen. A Room in the Palace. To know what willing ransome he will give.

Prince dauphin, you shall stay with us in Roüen. Enter the French King, the Dauphin, Duke of

Dau. Not so, I do beseech your majesty. BOURBON, the Constable of France, and others.

Fr. King. Be patient, for you shall remain with Fr. King. 'Tis certain, he hath pass'd the river Some.

Now forth, lord constable, and princes all; Con. And if he be not fought withal, my lord, And quickly bring us word of England's fall. Let us not live in France : let us quit all,

[Ereunt. And give our vineyards to a barbarous people. Dau. Shall a few sprays of us, —

SCENE V. - The English Camp in Picardy. Our scions, put in wild and savage stock, Spirt up so suddenly into the clouds,

Enter Gower and FLUELLEN. And overlook their grafters ? Bour. Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman Gow. How now, captain Fluellen? come you bastards !

from the bridge ? Mort de ma vie ! if they march along

Flu. I assure you, there is very excellent service Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom,

committed at the pridge, To buy a slobbery and a dirty farm

Gow. Is the duke of Exeter safe? In that nook-shotten 6 isle of Albion.

Flu. The duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Con. Dieu de battailles ! where have they this Agamemnon; and a man that I love and honour mettle ?

with my soul, and my heart, and my duty, and my Is not their climate foggy, raw,

and dull ?

life, and my livings, and my uttermost powers : he On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale, is not, (God be praised, and plessed !) any hurt in Killing their fruit with frowns ? Can sodden water, the 'orld; but keeps the pridge most valiantly, A drench for sur-rein'd 7 jades, their barley broth,

with excellent discipline. There is an ensign there Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat? at the pridge, - I think, in my very conscience, he And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine,

is as valiant as Mark Antony; and he is a man of Seem frosty ? O, for honour of our land,

no estimation in the 'orld : but I did see him do Let us not hang like roping icicles

gallant service. Upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty people Gow. What do you call him ? Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields;

Flu. He is called ancient Pistoi. Poor

Gow. I know him not. - we may call them, in their native lords. • Prepared.

6 Shooting into promontories. 7 Over-ridden,

# Dances.

9 Pendants, small flags.





such slanders of the age, or else you may be marFlu. Do you not know him ? Here comes the

vellous mistook.

Flu. I tell you what, captain Gower ; I do Pist. Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours :

perceive, he is not the man that he would gladly The duke of Exeter doth love thee well.

make show to the 'orld he is ; if I find a hole Flu. Ay, and I have merited some love at his in his coat, I will tell him my mind. [Drum heard.] hands.

Hark you, the king is coming; and I must speak Pist. Bardolph, a soldier, firm and sound of heart, with him from the pridge. Of buxom valour, hath, — by cruel fate,

Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, and Soldiers. And giddy fortune's furious fickle wheel, That goddess blind,

Flu. Cot pless your majesty! That stands upon the rolling restless stone,

K. Hen. How now, Fluellen ? camest thou from Flu. By your patience, ancient Pistol. Fortune the bridge ? is painted plind, with a muftler' before her eyes, to Flu. Ay, so please your majesty. The duke of signify to you that fortune is plind: And she is Exeter has very gallantly maintained the pridge: painted also with a wheel; to signify to you, which The French is gone off, look you; and there is gallant is the moral of it, that she is turning, and incon- and most prave passages : Marry, th' athversary stant and variations, and mutabilities; and ber

was have possession of the pridge ; but he is enfoot, look you, is fixed upon a spherical stone, forced to retire, and the duke of Exeter is master which rolls, and rolls, and rolls ; – In good truth of the pridge: I can tell your majesty, the duke is the poet is make a most excellent description of a prave man. fortune : fortune, look you, is an excellent moral.

K. Hen. What men have you lost, Fluellen? Pist. Fortune is Bardolphi's foe, und frowns on Flu. The perdition of th' athversary hath been him ;

very great, very reasonable great : marry, for my For he hath stol’n a pio?, and hanged must 'a be.

part, I think the duke hath lost never a man, but Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free,

one that is like to be executed for robbing a church, And let not hemp his windpipe suffocate :

one Bardolph, if your majesty know the man : his But Exeter hath given the doom of death,

face is all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs, and For pir of little price.

flames of fire; and his lips plows at his nose, and it Therefore, go speak, the duke will hear thy voice;

is like a coal of fire, sometimes plue, and sometimes And let not Bardolph's vital breath be cut

red; but his nose is executed, and his fire's out. With edge of penny cord, and vile reproach :

K. Hen. We would have all such offenders so Speak, captain, for his life, and I will thee requite. cut off: and we give express charge, that in our Flu. Ancient Pistol, do partly undestand your

marches through the country, there be nothing meaning.

compelled from the villages, nothing taken but paid Pist. Why then rejoice therefore.

for ; none of the French upbraided, or abused in Flu. Certainly, ancient, it is not a thing to re

disdainful language; For when lenity and cruelty joice at: for if, look you, he were my brother, 1 play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the would desire the duke to use his goot pleasure, and soonest winner. put him to executions; for disciplines ought to be used.

Tucket sounds. Enter MONTJOY. Pist. A figo for thy friendship!

Mont. You know me by my habit. Flu. It is well.

X. Hen. Well then, I know thee; What shall I Pist. The fig of Spain !3

(Exit Pistol. know of thee? Flu. Very good.

Mont. My master's mind.
Gow. Why this is an arrant counterfeit rascal; K. Hen. Unfold it.
I remember him now; a cutpurse,

Mont. Thus says my king: - Say thou to Harry Flu. I'll assure you, 'a utter'd as prave 'ords at of England, Though we seemed dead, we did but the pridge, as you shall see in a summer's day : sleep ; Advantage is a better soldier, than rashness. But it is very well; what he has spoke to me, that Tell him, we could have rebuked him at Harfleur ; is well, I warrant you, when time is serve.

but that we thought not good to bruise an injury, Gow. Why, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue; that now

till it were full ripe: - now we speak upon our cue), and then goes to the wars, to grace himself, at his and our voice is imperial: England shall repent his return into London, under the form of a soldier. folly, see his weakness, and admire our sufferance. And such fellows are perfect in great commanders' Bid him, therefore, consider of his ransome; which names : and they will learn you by rote, where ser- must proportion the losses we have borne, the subvices were done ; at such and such a sconce“, at jects we have lost, the disgrace we have digested; such a breach, at such a convoy: who came off which, in weight to re-answer, his pettiness would bravely, who was shot, who disgraced, what terms bow under. For our losses his exchequer is too the enemy stood on: and this they con perfectly in poor ; for the effusion of our blood, the muster of the phrase of war, which they trick up with new- his kingdom too faint a number; and for our distuned oaths : And what a beard of the general's grace, his own person, kneeling at our feet, but a cut, and a horrid suit of the camp, will do among weak and worthless satisfaction. To this addfoaming bottles and ale-wash'd wits, is wonderful defiance: and tell him, for conclusion, he hath to be thought on! but you must learn to know betrayed his followers, whose condemnation is pro

nounced. So far my king and master; so much ! A fold of linen, which partially covered the face. 2 A small box in which were kept the consecrated wafers. 3 An allusion to the custom in Spain and Italy of giving

K. Hen. What is thy name? I know thy quality poisoned tigs. 4 An entrenchment hastilythrown up.

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Mont. Montjoy.

but only in patient stillness, while his rider mounts K. Hen. Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee him: he is, indeed, a horse ; and all other jades you back,

may call — beasts. And tell thy king,

- I do not seek him now; Con. Indeed, my lord, it is a most absolute and But could be willing to march on to Calais excellent horse. Without impeachment6: for, to say the sooth, Dau. It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is (Though 'tis no wisdom to confess so much like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance Unto an enemy of craft and vantage,)

enforces homage. My people are with sickness much enfeebled ;

Orl. No more, cousin. My numbers lessen'd; and those few I have

Dau. Nay, the man hath no wit, that cannot, from Almost no better than so many French ;

the rising of the lark to the lodging of the lamb, Who, when they were in health, I tell thee, herald, vary deserved praise on my palfrey: it is a theme I thought upon one pair of English legs

as fluent as the sea ; turn the sands into eloquent Did march three Frenchmen. Yet, forgive me, tongues, and my horse is argument for them all : heaven,

'tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on, and for a That I do brag thus ! — this your air of France sovereign's sovereign to ride on; and for the world Hath blown that vice in me; I must repent. (familiar to us, and unknown,) to lay apart their Go, therefore, tell thy master here I am;

particular functions, and wonder at him. I once My ransome, is this frail and worthless trunk; writ a sonnet in his praise, and began thus : Wonder My army, but a weak and sickly guard ;

of nature, Yet God before 7, tell him we will come on,

Orl. I have heard a sonnet begin so to one's Though France himself, and such another neighbour, mistress. Stand in our way. There's for thy labour, Montjoy ; Dau. Then did they imitate that which I composed Go, bid thy master well advise himself:

to my courser; for my horse is my mistress. If we may pass, we will; if we be hinder'd,

Con. You have good judgment in horsemanWe shall your tawny ground with your red blood ship. Discolour: and so, Montjoy, fare you well.

Ram. My lord constable, the armour, that I saw The sum of all our answer is but this :

in your tent to-night, are those stars, or suns, upon We would not seek a battle, as we are ;

it? Yet, as we are, we say, we will not shun it;

Con. Stars, my lord. So tell your master.

Dau. Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope. Mont. I shall deliver so. Thanks to your high- Con. And yet my sky shall not want.

(Exit MONTJOY. Dau. That may be, for you bear a many superGlo. I hope they will not come upon us now. fluously; and 'twere more honour, some were away. K. Hen. We are in God's hand, brother, not in Con. Even as your horse bears your praises; who theirs.

would trot as well, were some of your brags disMarch to the bridge; it now draws toward night: mounted. Beyond the river we'll encamp ourselves;

Dau. 'Would I were able to load him with his And on to-morrow bid them march away. (Exeunt. desert! Will it never be day? I will trot to-morrow

a mile, and my way shall be paved with English

faces. SCENE 11. The French Camp near Agincourt.

Con. I will not say so, for fear I should be faced Enter the CONSTABLE of France, the Lord RAMBURES, out of my way: But I would it were morning, for the DUKE OF ORLEANS, DAUPHIN, and others.

I would fain be about the ears of the English.

Ram. Who will go to hazard with me for twenty Con. Tut! I have the best armour of the world. -'Would it were day.

English prisoners.

Con. You must first go yourself to hazard, ere Orl. You have an excellent armour; but let my horse have his due.

you have them. Con. It is the best horse of Europe.

Dau. 'Tis midnight ; I'll go arm myself. [Exit.

Orl. The dauphin longs for morning. Orl. Will it never be morning ?

Ram. He longs to eat the English. Dau. My lord of Orleans, and my lord high

Con. I think, he will eat all he kills. constable, you talk of horse and armour. Orl. You are as well provided of both, as any prince.

Orl. By the white hand of my lady, he's a gallant prince in the world. Dau. What a long night is this ! I will not

Con. Swear by her foot, that she may tread out

the oath. change my horse with any that treads but on four

Orl. He is simply, the most active gentleman of pasterns. Ca, ha! He bounds from the earth, as if

France. his entrails were hairs ! 8 le cheval volant, the Pe

Con. Doing is activity: and he will still be doing. gasus, qui a les narines de feu! When I bestride

Orl. He never did harm, that I heard of. him, I soar, I am a hawk : he treads the air; the

Con. Nor will do none to-morrow; he will keep earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.

that good name still.

Orl. I know him to be valiant.
Orl. He's of the colour of the nutmeg.
Dau. And of the heat of the ginger. It is a beast

Con. I was told that, by one that knows him

better than you. for Perseus : he is pure air and fire; and the dull

Orl. What's he? elements of carth and water never appear in him,

Con. Marry, he told me so himself; and he said,

he cared not who knew it.
6 Hinderance. 7 Then used for God being my guide.
8 Alluding to the bounding of tennis-balls, which were stuffed

Orl. He needs not, it is no hidden virtue in him.
Con. By my faith, sir, but it is; never any body

with hair.

saw it, but his lackey: 'tis a hooded valour; and, Con. If the English had any apprehension, they when it appears, it will bate. 9

would run away. Orl. lll-will never said well.

Orl. That they lack; for if their heads had any Con. I will cap that proverb with — There is flat- intellectual armour, they could never wear such tery in friendship.

heavy head-pieces. Orl. And I will take up that with - Give the Ram. That island of England breeds very valiant devil his due.

creatures; their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage. Con. Well placed; there stands your friend for Orl. Foolish curs ! that run winking into the the devil.

mouth of a Russian be and have their heads Orl. You are the better at proverbs, by how much crushed like rotten apples: You may as well say, A fool's bolt is soon shot.

that's a valiant flea, that dare eat his breakfast on Con. You have shot over.

the lip of a lion. Orl. 'Tis not the first time you were overshot. Con. Just, just; and the men do sympathize with

the mastiffs, in robustious and rough coming on, Enter a Messenger.

leaving their wits with their wives : and then give Mess. My lord high constable, the English lie them great meals of beef, and iron and steel, they within fifteen hundred paces of your tent.

will eat like wolves, and fight like devils. Con. Who hath measured the ground?

Orl. Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of beef. Mess. The lord Grandpré.

Con. Then we shall find to-morrow - they have Con. A valiant and most expert gentleman. - only stomachs to eat, and none to fight. Now is it Would it were day! — Alas, poor Harry of Eng- time to arm : Come, shall we about it? land! - he longs not for the dawning, as we do.

Orl. It is now two o'clock : but, let me see, Orl. What a wretched and peevish fellow is this

by ten, king of England, to mope with his fat-brained fol. We shall have each a hundred Englishmen. lowers so far out of his knowledge!






And calls them — brothers, friends, and countrymen Chor. Now entertain conjecture of a time,

Upon his royal face there is no note, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark,

How dread an army hath enrounded him; Fills the wide vessel of the universe.

Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour
From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, But freshly looks, and over-bears attaint,

Unto the weary and all-watched night:
The hum of either army stilly? sounds,
That the fix'd sentinels almost receive

With cheerful semblance, and sweet majesty; The secret whispers of each other's watch:

That every wretch, pining and pale before, Fire answers fire; and through their paly flames

Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks ; Each battle sees the other's umber'd 3 face:

A largess universal, like the sun, Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs

His liberal eye doth give to every one, Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents,

Thawing cold fear. Then, mean and gentle all, The armourers, accomplishing the knights,

Behold, as may unworthiness define, With busy hammers closing rivets up,

A little touch of Harry in the night : Give dreadful note of preparation.

And so our scene must to the battle fly: The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll,

Where, (O for pity!) we shall much disgrace And the third hour of drowsy morning name.

With four or five most vile and ragged foils, Proud of their numbers, and secure in soul,

Right ill-dispos'd, in brawl ridiculous, The confident and over-lusty 4 French

The name of Agincourt: Yet, sit and see; Do the low-rated English play at dice;

Minding 5 true things, by what their mockeries be. And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night,

[Erit. Who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp SCENE I. - The English Camp at Agincourt. So tediously away. The poor condemned English, Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires

Enter King HENRY, BEDFORD, and GLOSTER. Sit patiently, and inly ruminate

K. Hen. Gloster, 'tis true, that we are in great The morning's danger; and their gesture sad,

danger; Investing lank-lean cheeks, and war-worn coats, The greater therefore should our courage be. Presenteth them unto the gazing moon

Good morrow, brother Bedford. — Now we find So many horrid ghosts. O, now, who will behold There is some soul of goodness in things evil, The royal captain of this ruin'd band,

Would men observingly distil it out; Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers Let him cry - Praise and glory on his head ! Which is both healthful, and good husbandry For forth he goes, and visits all his host;

Besides, they are our outward consciences, Bids them good-morrow, with a modest smile; And preachers to us all; admonishing,

That we should dress us fairly for our end. 9 An equivoque in terms in falconry: he means his valour is hid froin every body but his lackey, and when it appears it

Thus may we gather honey from the weed will fall off.

And make a moral of the devil himself. 1 Foolish,

? Gently, lowly. 3 Discoloured by the gleam of the fires.

* Over-saucy.

• Calling to remembrance.

Who goes


the wars of Pompey the Great, you shall find, I Good morrow, old sir Thomas Erpingham :

warrant you, that there is no tiddle taddle, or pibA good soft pillow for that good white head

ble pabble, in Pompey's camp; I warrant you, you Were better than a churlish turf of France.

shall find the ceremonies of the wars, and the cares Erp. Not so, my liege; this lodging likes me

of it, and the forms of it, and the sobriety of it, and better,

the modesty of it, to be otherwise. Since I may say — now lie I like a king.

Gow. Why, the enemy is loud; you heard him K. Hen. 'Tis good for men to love their present

all night. pains,

Flu. If the enemy is an ass and a fool, and a Upon example; so the spirit is eased :

prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we And, when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt,

should also, look you, be an ass, and a fool, and a The organs, though defunct and dead before,

prating coxcomb; in your own conscience now? Break up their drowsy grave, and newly move

Gow. I will speak lower. With casted slough 6 and fresh legerity.7

Flu. I pray you, and beseech you, that you will. Lend me thy cloak, sir Thomas. - Brothers both,

(Exeunt Gower and FLUELLEN. Commend me to the princes in our camp;

K. Hen. Though it appear a little out of fashion, Do my good-morrow to them; and anon,

There is much care and valour in this Welshman. Desire them all to my pavilion.

Enter Bates, Court, and WILLIAMS. Glo. We shall, my liege.

Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the morn[Exeunt Gloster and Bedford. Erp. Shall I attend your grace?

ing which breaks yonder ?

Bates. I think it be: but we have no great cause K. Hen.

No, my good knight;

to desire the approach of day. Go with my brothers to my lords of England; I and my bosom must debate a while,

Will. We see yonder the beginning of the day, And then I would no other company.

but, I think, we shall never see the end of it.

there? Erp. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble

K. Hen. A friend.

Will. Under what captain serve you ?
K. Hen. Worthy old heart! thou speakest cheer-

K. Hen. Under sir Thomas Erpingham.

Will. A good old commander, and a most kind Enter PISTOL.

gentleman: I pray you, what thinks he of our estate ? Pist. Qui va ?

K. Hen. Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that K. Hen. A friend.

look to be washed off the next tide. Pist. Discuss unto me; Art thou officer ;

Bates. He hath not told his thought to the king? Or art thou base, common, and popular?

K. Hen. No: nor it is not meet he should. For, K. Hen. I am a gentleman of a company. though I speak it to you, I think, the king is but a Pist. Trailest thou the puissant pike?

man, as I am: the violet smells to him, as it doth K. Hen. Even so: what are you?

to me; the element shows to him, as it doth to me; Pist. As good a gentleman as the emperor. all his senses have but human conditions 8: his ceK. Hen. Then you are a better than the king. remonies laid by, he appears but a man; and though

Pist. The king's a bawcock, and a heart of gold, his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet, A lad of life, an imp of fame;

when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing ; Of parents good, of fist most valiant :

therefore when he sees reason of fears, as we do, I kiss bis dirty shoe, and from my heart-strings his fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish as ours I love the lovely bully. What's thy name? are: Yet, in reason, no man should possess him with K. Hen. Harry le Roy.

any appearance of fear, lest he, by showing it, Pist. Le Roy! a Cornish name: art thou of should dishearten his army, Cornish crew ?

Bates. He may show what outward courage he K. Hen. No, I am a Welshman.

will : but, I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could Pist. Knowest thou Fluellen.

wish himself in the Thames up to the neck : and so K. Hen. Yes.

I would he were, and I by him, at all adventures, Pist. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate, so we were quit here. Upon saint David's day.

K. Hen. By my troth, I will speak my conscience K. Hen. Do not you wear your dagger in your cap of the king; I think, he would not wish himself that day, lest he knock that about yours.

any where but where he is. Pist. Art thou his friend ?

Bates. Then, 'would he were here alone; so K. Hen. And his kinsman too.

should he be sure to be ransomed, and a many poor Pist. The figo for thee then !

men's lives saved. K. Hen. I thank you : Heaven be with you. K. Hen. I dare say, you love him not so ill, to Pist. My name is Pistol called.

[Exit. wish him here alone : howsoever you speak this, to K. Hen. It sorts well with your fierceness. feel other men's minds: Methinks, I could not die Enter FLUELLEN and Gower, severally.

any where so contented, as in the king's company;

his cause being just, and his quarrel honourable. Gow. Captain Fluellen!

Will. That's more than we know. Flu. So! speak lower. It is the greatest admiration in the universal 'orld, when the true and for we know enough, if we know we are the king's

Bates. Ay, or more than we should seek after ; auncient prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not kept: if you would take the pains but to examine subjects ; if his cause be wrong, our obedience to

the king wipes the crime of it out of us. 6 Slough is the skin which serpents annually throw off. Lightness, nimbleness,

8 Qualities.

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