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Will. But, if the cause be not good, the king displeasure can do against a monarch! you may as himself hath a heavy reckoning to make; when all well go about to turn the sun to ice, with fanning in those legs, and arms, and heads, chopped off in a his face with a peacock's feather. You'll never battle, shall join together at the latter day, and cry trust his word after! come, 'tis a foolish saying. all – We died at such a place ; some swearing , K. Hen. Your reproof is something too round; some, crying for a surgeon ; some, upon their wives I should be angry with you, if the time were conleft poor behind them ; some, upon the debts they venient. owe; some, upon their children rawly' left. I am Will. Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live. afeard there are few die well, that die in battle ; for K. Hen. I embrace it. how can they charitably dispose of any thing, when Will. How shall I know thee again. blood is their argument? Now, if these men do K. Hen. Give me any gage of thine, and I will not die well, it will be a black matter for the king wear it in my bonnet : then, if ever thou darest that led them to it ; whom to disobey, were against acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel. all proportion of subjection.

Will. Here's my glove; give me another of thine. K. Hen. So, if a son, that is by his father sent K. Hen. There. about merchandize, do sinfully miscarry upon the Will. This will I also wear in my cap : if ever sea, the imputation of his wickedness, by your rule, thou come to me and say, after to-morrow, This is should be imposed upon his father that sent him : my glove, by this hand, I will take thee a box on the or if a servant, under his master's command, transporting a sum of money, be assailed by robbers, and K. Hen. If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it. die in many irreconciled iniquities, you may call the Will. Thou darest as well be hanged. business of the master the author of the servant's K. Hen. Well, I will do it, though I take thee in perdition : But this is not so: the king is not the king's company. bound to answer the particular endings of his sol- Will. Keep thy word : fare thee well. diers, the father of his son, nor the master of his Bates. Be friends, you English fools, be friends; servant : for they purpose not their death, when we have French quarrels enough, if you could tell they purpose their services. Besides, there is no how to reckon. king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to K. Hen. Indeed, the French may lay twenty French the arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all crowns to one, they will beat us; for they bear them unspotted soldiers. Soine, peradventure, have on on their shoulders : But it is no English treason to them the guilt of premeditated and contrived mur- cut French crowns; and, to-morrow the king himder; some, of beguiling virgins with the broken self will be a clipper.

[Ereunt Soldiers. seals of perjury ; some, making the wars their bul. Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls, wark, that have before gored the gentle bosom of Our debts, our careful wives, our children, and peace with pillage and robbery. Now, if these men Our sins, lay on the king ;

-- we must bear all. have defeated the law, and outrun native punish- O hard condition ! twin-born with greatness, ment?, though they can outstrip men, they have no Subjected to the breath of every fool, wings to fly from God: war is his vengeance ; so Whose sense no more can feel but his own wringing! that here men are punished, for before-breach of What infinite heart's ease must kings neglect, the king's laws, in now the king's quarrel: where | That private men enjoy? they feared the death, they have borne life away ; | And what have kings, that privates have not too, and where they would be safe, they perish: Then Save ceremony, save general ceremony? if they die unprovided, no more is the king guilty And what art thou, thou idle ceremony? of it, than he was before guilty of those impieties What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more for the which they are now visited. Every subject's Of mortal griefs, than do thy worshippers ? duty is the king's ; but every subject's soul is his What are thy rents? what are thy comings-in ?

Therefore should every soldier in the wars O ceremony, show me but thy worth! do as every sick man in his bed, wash every mote What is the soul of adoration ? out of his conscience : and dying so, death is to Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form, him advantage; or not dying, the time was blessedly Creating awe and fear in other men? lost, wherein such preparation was gained : and, in Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd him that escapes, it were not sin to think, that Than they in fearing. making God so free an offer, he let him outlive that What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, day to see his greatness, and to teach others how But poison'd flattery? O, be sick, great greatness, they should prepare.

And bid thy ceremony give thee cure ! Will. 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill Think’st thou, the fiery fever will go out is upon his own head, the king is not to answer for it. With titles blown from adulation ?

Bates. I do not desire he should answer for me; Will it give place to flexure and low bending? and yet I determine to fight lustily for him. Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's K. Hen. I myself heard the king say, he would

knee, not be ransomed.

Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream, Will. Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheerfully; That play'st so subtly with a king's repose; but when our throats are cut, he may be ransomed, I am a king, that find thee; and I know, and we ne'er the wiser.

'Tis not the balm, the scepter, and the ball, K. Hen. If I live to see it, I will never trust his The sword, the mace, the crown imperial, word after.

The enter-tissued robe of gold and pearl, Will. 'Mass, you'll pays him then! That's a peril. The farced 5 title running 'fore the king, ous shot out of an elder gun, that a poor and private The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp

I Suddenly. 1.e. Punishment in their native country. 5 Fareed is stuffed. The tumid puffy titles with which a 3 To pay here signifies to bring to account, to punish. king's name is introduced.



That beats upon the high shore of this world, Dau. Mount them,and make incision in their hides; No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony,

That their hot blood may spin in English eyes, Not all these, laid in bed majestical,

And dout 8 them with superfluous courage: Ha! Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave;

Ram. What, will you have them weep our horses' Who, with a body fill'd, and vacant mind,

blood ? Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread; How shall we then behold their natural tears ? Never sees horrid night, the child of hell;

Enter a Messenger.
But, like a lackey, from the rise to set,
Sweats in the eye of Phæbus, and all night,

Mess. The English are embattled, you French Sleeps in Elysium ; next day, after dawn,

peers. Doth rise, and help Hyperion 6 to his horse;

Con. To horse, you gallant princes ! straight to And follows so the ever-running year

horse ! With profitable labour, to his grave :

Do but behold yon poor and starved band, And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,

And your fair show shall suck away their souls, Winding up days with toil, and nights with sleep, Leaving them but the shales and husks of men. Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king,

There is not work enough for all our hands; The slave, a member of the country's peace,

Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins, Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots,

To give each naked curtle-ax a stain, What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace,

That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, Whose hours the peasant best advantages.

And sheath for lack of sport: let us but blow on

them, Enter ERPINGHAM.

The vapour of our valour will o’erturn them. Erp. My lord, your nobles, jealous of yourabsence, That our superfluous lackeys, and our peasants, –

'Tis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords, Seek through your camp to find you. K. Hen.

Good old knight, About our squares of battle,

Who, in unnecessary action, swarm Collect them all together at my tent :

- were enough

To purge this field of such a hilding 9 foe;
I'll be before thee.
I shall do't, my lord. [Erit. Took stand for idle speculation :

Though we, upon this mountain's basis by,
K. Hen. O God of battles! steel my soldiers' But that our honours must not. What's to say ?

hearts ! Possess them not with fear; take from them now

A very little little let us do,

And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers Pluck their hearts from them!— Not to-day, O Lord, For our approach shall so much dare the field,

The tucket-sonuance ', and the note to mount : O not to-day, think not upon the fault My father made in compassing the crown!

That England shall couch down in fear, and yield. I Richard's body have interred new;

Enter GRANDPRÉ. And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears,

Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of Than from it issued forced drops of blood.

France ? Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,

Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up

Ill-favour’dly become the morning field : Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built Their ragged curtains ? poorly are let loose, Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests

And our air shakes them passing scornfully, Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do:

Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd host, Though all that I can do, is nothing worth;

And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps. Since that my penitence comes after all,

Their horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks, Imploring pardon.

With torch-staves in their hand: and their poor Enter GLOSTER.

jades Glo. My liege!

Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips; K. Hen. My brother Gloster's voice? .

The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes; I know thy errand, I will go with thee:

And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal 3 bit The day, my friends, and all things stay for me.

Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionless; [Exeunt.

And their executors, the knavish crows,

Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour.
SCENE II. - The French Camp.

Description cannot suit itself in words,
Enter Dauphin, Orleans, RAMBURES, and others. To démonstrate the life of such a battle

In life so lifeless as it shows itself. Orl. The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords. Con. They have said their prayers, and they stay Dau. Montez à cheval:-My horse! valet ! lacquay!

for death. ha!

Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh Orl. O brave spirit !

suits, Dau. Via ! 7-les eaur et la terre

And give their fasting horses provender, Orl. Rien puis? l'arr et le feu

And after fight with them ? Dau. Ciel / cousin Orleans.

Con. I stay but for my guard ; On, to the field: Enter ConstaBLE.

I will the banner from a trumpet take,

And use it for my haste. Come, come away! Now, my lord constable !

The sun is high, and we outwear the day. [Exeunt. Con. Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh.

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SCENE III. The English Camp. But we in it shall be remembered :
Enter the English Host; Gloster, Bedford, For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me,

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; EXETER, SALISBURY, and WESTMORELAND.

Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, Glo. Where is the king ?

This day shall gentle his condition) : Bed. The king himself is rode to view their battle. And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, West. Of fighting men they have full three-score Shall think themselves accurs'd, they were not here; thousand.

And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks Ere. There's five to one ; besides, they all are fresh. That fought with us upon saint Crispin's day.

Sal. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds. God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge:

Enter SALISBURY. If we no more meet, till we meet in heaven,

Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed: Then joyfully, — my noble lord of Bedford, - The French are bravely in their battles set, My dear lord Gloster,-- and my good lord Exeter, - And will with all expedience charge on us. And my kind kinsman, — warriors all, adieu ! K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds be so. Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury: and good luck Wesl. Perish the man, whose mind is backward go with thee!

now! Exe. Farewell, kind lord; fight valiantly to-day: K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it,

England, cousin ? For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour.

West. By heaven, my liege, 'would you and I alone,

[Exit SalisBURY. Without more help, might fight this battle out! Bed. He is as full of valour as of kindness; K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five thouPrincely in both. O that we now had here

Which likes me better, than to wish us one. — Enter King HENRY.

You know your places: God be with you all I But one ten thousand of those men in England,

Tucket. Enter MONTJOY. That do no work to-day!

Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, king
K. Hen.
What's he, that wishes so ?

My cousin Westmoreland ? — No, my fair cousin : If for thy ransome thou wilt now compound,
If we are mark'd to die, we are enough

Before thy most assured overthrow :
To do our country loss; and if to live,

For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy, O no, I pray thee, wish not one man more.

The constable desires thee — thou wilt mind 9 By Jove, I am not covetous for gold;

Thy followers of repentance; that their souls Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost;

May make a peaceful and a sweet retire It yearns 4 me not, if men my garments wear ; From off these fields, where (wretches) their poor Such outer things dwell not in my desires :

bodies But, if it be a sin to covet honour,

Must lie and fester. I am the most offending soul alive.

K. Hen.

Who hath sent thee now? No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: Mont. The constable of France. By heaven! I would not lose so great an honour, K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer back; As one man more, methinks, would share from me, Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more: Good Heaven! why should they mock poor fellows Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,

thus? That he, which hath no stomach to this fight, The man, that once did sell the lion's skin Let him depart; his passport shall be made, While the beast liv'd, was killed with hunting him. And crowns for convoy put into his purse : A many of our bodies shall, no doubt, We would not die in that man's company,

Find native graves ; upon the which, I trust, That fears his fellowship to die with us.

Shall witness live in brass of this day's work; This day is callid — the feast of Crispian :

And those that leave their valiant bones in France, He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, They shall be fam'd; for there the sun shall greet And rouse him at the name of Crispian :

them, He, that shall live this day, and see old age, And draw their honours reeking up to heaven. Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends,

Let me speak proudly: — Tell the constable, And say — to-morrow is saint Crispian :

We are but warriors for the working-day: Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, Our gayness, and our giltı, are all besmirch'd % And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day. With rainy marching in the painful field ; Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,

There's not a piece of feather in our host, But he'll remember, with advantages,

(Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly,) What feats he did that day: Then shall our names, And time hath worn us into slovenry: Familiar in their mouths as household words, But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim : Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter,

And my poor soldiers tell me - yet ere night Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster, — They'll be in fresher robes ; or they will pluck Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd : The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads, This story shall the good man teach his son ; And turn them out of service. If they do this, And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,

(As, if God please, they shall,) my ransome then From this day to the ending of the world,


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Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour ; Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il ?
Come thou no more for ransome, gentle herald ; Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de par.
They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints : donner aucun prisonnier ; neantmoins, pour les escus
Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them, que vous l'avez promis, il est content de vous donner
Shall yield them little, tell the constable.

la liberté, le franchisement.
Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee well: Fr. Sol. Sur mes genour, je vous donne mille re-
Thou never shalt hear herald any more. [Erit. merciemens: et je m'estime heureur que je suis tombé
K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again for entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave,

valiant, et très distingué seigneur d'Angleterre. Enter the DUKE OF YORK.

Pist. Expound unto me, boy, York. My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand The leading of the vaward. 3

thanks : and he esteems himself happy that he hath K. Hen. Take it, brave York, Now, soldiers, fallen into the hands of (as he thinks) the most brave, march away : —

valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of England. And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!

Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show. [Ereunt. Follow me, cur.

[Exit Pistol. SCENE IV. - The Field of Battle.

Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine.

[Erit French Soldier. Alarums : Excursions. Enter French Soldier, I did never know so full a voice issue from so Pistol, and Boy. empty a heart: but the saying is true,

The empty Pist. Yield, cur.

vessel makes the greatest sound. Bardolph, and Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme de Nym, had ten times more valour than this roaring bonne qualité.

devil i'the old play, that every one may pare his Pist. Quality, call you me? Construe me, art

nails with a wooden dagger; and they are both thou a gentleman ? What is thy name? discuss.

hanged; and so would this be, if he durst steal any Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu !

thing adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys, Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a gentleman:

with the luggage of our camp: the French might Perpend my words, O signieur Dew, and mark;

have a good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox 4,

is none to guard it but boys.

[Erit. Except, O signieur, thou do give to me Egregious ransome. Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde! ayez pitié de moy.

SCENE V. - Another Part of the Field of Battle. Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty moys; Alarums. Enter DauphiN, ORLEANS, BOURBON, For I will fetch thy rim 5 out at thy throat,

CONSTABLE, RAMBURES, and others. In drops of crimson blood.

Con. O diable ! Fr. Sol. Est il impossible d'eschapper la force de

Orl. O seigneur ! - le jour est perdu, tout est ton bras. Pist. Brass, cur !

perdu ! .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 fortune!
Do not run away.

(A short Alarum. Come hither, boy; Ask me this slave in French,

Con. What is his name.

Why all our ranks are broke. Boy. Escoutez; Comment estes vous appellé ?

Dau. O perdurable7 shame !— let's stab our

selves. Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer.

Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for ? Boy. He says, his name is master Fer. Pist. Master Fer, I'll fer him, and firk 6 him, and

Orl. Is this the king we sent to for his ransome? 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-Let us die instant: Once more back again;

shame! ret, and firk.

And he that will not follow Bourbon now,
Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat,
Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, Monsieur ?

Let him go hence, with shame and infamy.
Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous faites Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives

Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now! vous prest ; car ce soldat icy est disposé toute à cette heure de couper vostre gorge.

Unto these English, or else die with fame. Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par may foy, pesant.

Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns;

To smother up the English in our throngs, Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.

If any order might be thought upon.

Bour. The devil take order now ; I'll to the Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie pour l'amour de Dieu, me pardonner ! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison: Let life be short; else, shame will be too long.

throng; gardez ma vie, et je vous donneray deur cents escus.

[Ereunt. Pist. What are his words?.

Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a gen- SCENE VI. Another Part of the Field. tleman of a good house; and, for his ransome, he Alarums. Enter King Henry, and Forces ; EXETER, will give you two hundred crowns.

and others. Pist. Tell him, — my fury shall abate, and I The crowns will take.

K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice valiant coun3 Vanguard.

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Ere. The duke of York commends him to your comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, majesty.

that the situations, look you, is both alike. There X. Hen. Lives he, good uncle? thrice, within this is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover hour,

a river at Monmouth : it is called Wye, at MonI saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting; mouth; but it is out of my prains, what is the From helmet to the spur, all blood he was.

name of the other river ; but 'tis all one, 'tis so like Ere. Yn which array, (brave soldier,) doth he lie, as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons Larding the plain : and by his bloody side,

in both. If you mark Alexander's life well, Harry (Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds) of Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent well; The noble earl of Suffolk also lies,

for there is figures in all things. Alexander, you Suffolk first died : and York, all haggled over, know, in his rages, and his furies, and his wraths, Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd, and his cholers, and his moods, and his displeasures, And takes him by the beard; kisses the gashes, and his indignations, and also being a little intoxiThat bloodily did yawn upon his face;

cates in his prains, did, in his ales and his angers, And cries aloud, Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk ! look you, kill his pest friend, Clytus. My soul shall thine keep company to heaven :,

Gow. Our king is not like him in that ; he never Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly a-breast ; killed any of his friends. As, in this glorious and well-foughten field,

Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take We kept together in our chivalry!

tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up : finished. I speak but in the figures and compariHe smil'd me in the face, raught8 me his hand, sons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, And, with a feeble gripe, says, — Dear my lord, being in his ales and his cups; so also Harry MonCommend my service to my sovereign.

mouth, being in his right wits and his goot judge So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck

ments, is turn away the fat knight with the great He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips ; pelly-doublet : he was full of jests, and gipes, and And so, espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd knaveries, and mocks; I am forget his name. A testament of noble-ending love.

Gow. Sir John Falstaff. The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd

Flu. That is he: I can tell you there is goot men
Those waters from me, which I would have stopp'd born at Monmouth.
But I had not so much of man in me,

Gow. Here comes his majesty
But all my mother came into mine eyes,
And gave me up to tears.

Alarum. Enter King Henry, with a Part of the
K. Hen.
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and others. For, hearing this, I must perforce compound With mistful eyes, or they will issue too. —

K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to France

[Alarum. Until this instant. - Take a trumpet, berald ; But, hark! what new alarum is this same ?

Ride thou unto the horseman on yon hill; The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd men :- If they will fight with us, bid them come down, Then every soldier kill his prisoner;

Or void the field ; they do offend our sight : Give the word through.

[Ereunt. If they'll do neither, we will come to them ;

And make them skirro away as swift as stones SCENE VII. Another Part of the Field. Enforced from the old Assyrian slings:

Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have; Alarums. Enter FLUELLEN and Gower.

And not a man of them, that we shali take, Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis expressly Shall taste our mercy : — Go, and tell them so. against the law of arms : 'tis as arrant a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be offer'd in the

Enier MONTJOY. 'orld: In your conscience now, is it not?

Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive;

liege. and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the battle,

Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be. have done this slaughter : besides, they have burned

X. Hen. How now, what means this, berald ? and carried away all that was in the king's tent;

know'st thou not, wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused that I have find these bones of mine for ransome? every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. 0, 'tis a

Com'st thou again for ransome? gallant king! Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain I come to thee for charitable licence,


No, great king : Gower: What call you the town's name, where That we may wander o'er this bloody field, Alexander the pig was born ?

To book our dead, and then to bury them; Gow. Alexander the great.

To sort our nobles from our common men ; Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great ? The pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the Lie drown'd and soak’d in mercenary blood;

For many of our princes (woe the while !) magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the (So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs phrase is a little variations. Gow. I think, Alexander the great was born in Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild rage,

In blood of princes ;) and their wounded steeds
Macedon; his father was called — Philip of Mace- Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters,
don; as I take it.
Flu. I think it is in Macedon, where Alexander Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king,

To view the field in safety, and dispose
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