Mort de ma vie! if they march along Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom, In that nook-shotten isle of Albion. Con. Dieu de battailes! where have they this mettle? Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull? A drench for sur-rein'd jades, their barley broth, Upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty people Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields; Our madams mock at us; and plainly say And teach lavoltas high, and swift corantos; Fr. King. Where is Montjoy, the herald? speed him hence; Let him greet England with our sharp defiance. Up, princes; and, with spirit of honour edged, More sharper than your swords, hie to the field: Charles Delabreth, high constable of France; You dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berry, Alençon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy; For your great seats, now quit you of great shames; The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon : Bring him our prisoner. Con. This becomes the great. Sorry am I his numbers are so few, His soldiers sick and famish'd in their march; And let him say to England, that we send Now, forth, lord constable, and princes all; [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-The English Camp in Picardy. Enter GOWER and FLUELlen. Gow. How now, captain Fluellen ? come you from the bridge? Flu. I assure you, there is very excellent services committed at the pridge. Gow. Is the duke of Exeter safe? Flu. The duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Agamemnon; and a man that I love and honour with my soul, and my heart, and my duty, and my life, and my living, and my uttermost power: he is not (Got be praised and plessed!) any hurt in the 'orld; but keeps the pridge most valiantly, with excellent disciplines. There is an ancient there at the pridge,-I think, in my very conscience, he is as valiant a man as Mark Antony; and he is a man of no estimation in the 'orld: but I did see him do as gallant service. Gow. What do you call him? Flu. He is called ancient Pistol. Enter PISTOL. Flu. Here is the man. Pist. Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours: The duke of Exeter doth love thee well. Flu. Ay, I praise Got; and I have merited some love at his hands. Pist. Bardolph, a soldier firm and sound of And of buxom valour, hath,-by cruel fate, That goddess blind, That stands upon the rolling restless stone,Flu. By your patience, ancient Pistol. Fortune is painted plind, with a muffler before her eyes, to signify to you that fortune is plind and she is painted also with a wheel; to signify to you, which is the moral of it, that she is turning, and inconstant, and mutability, and variation: and her foot, look you, is fixed upon a spherical stone, which rolls, and rolls, and rolls ;-in good truth, the poet makes a most excellent description of it: Fortune is an excellent moral. Pist. Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him; For he hath stolen a pax, and hanged must 'a be. Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free, Therefore, go speak, the duke will hear thy voice; Pist. Why, then rejoice therefore. Flu. Certainly, ancient, it is not a thing to rejoice at: for if, look you, he were my brother, I would desire the duke to use his goot pleasure, and put him to executions; for disciplines ought to be used. Pist. Die and be damn'd; and figo for thy friendship. Flu. It is well. Pist. The fig of Spain ! [Exit. Flu. Very good. Gow. Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal; I remember him now; a bawd; a cutpurse. Flu. I'll assure you, 'a uttered as prave 'ords at the pridge, as you shall see in a summer's day but it is very well; what he has spoke to me, that is well, I warrant you, when time is serve. 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 soldier. And such fellows are perfect in the great commanders' names: and they will learn you by rote where services were done;-at such and such a sconce, at such a breach, at such a convoy; who came off bravely, who was shot, who disgraced, what terms the enemy stood on; and this they con perfectly in the phrase of war, which they trick up with new-tuned oaths: and what a beard of the general's cut, and a horrid suit of the camp, will do among foaming bottles and ale-washed wits, is wonderful to be thought on! But you must learn to know such slanders of the age, or else 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 show to the 'orld he is; if I find a hole in his coat, I will tell him my mind. [Drum heard.] Hark you, the king is coming; and I must speak with him from the pridge. Enter KING Henry, GlostER, and Soldiers. Flu. Got pless your majesty ! K. Hen. How now, Fluellen? camest thou from the bridge? Flu. Ay, so please your majesty. The duke |