That the fix'd sentinels almost receive Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, Sit patiently, and inly ruminate The morning's danger, and their gesture sad So many horrid ghosts. O! now, who will behold Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, Let him cry Praise and glory on his head!' For forth he goes and visits all his host, Bils them good-morrow with a modest smile, How dread an army hath enrounded him ; Unto the weary and all-watched night; But freshly looks and overbears attaint His liberal eye doth give to every one, [Exit SCENE I. The English Camp at Agincourt. Enter King HENRY, BEDFORD, and GLOUCESTER. K. Hen. Gloucester, 't is true that we are in great danger; The greater therefore should our courage be. For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Enter ERPINGHAM. Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham: Erp. Not so, my liege: this lodging likes me better, Since I may say 'Now lie I like a king.' K. Hen. 'Tis good for men to love their present pains Upon example; so the spirit is eased: And when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt, Glou. We shall, my liege. [Exeunt GLOUCESTER and BEDFORD. Erp. Shall I attend your grace? K. Hen. No, my good knight; Go with my brothers to my lords of England: I and my bosom must debate awhile, And then I would no other company. Erp. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry! [Exit. K. Hen. God-a-mercy, old heart! thou speakest cheerfully. Pist. Qui va là? Enter PISTOL. K. Hen. A friend. Pist. Discuss unto me; art thou officer? Pist. As good a gentleman as the emperor. A lad of life, an imp of fame; Of parents good, of fist most valiant : I kiss his dirty shoe, and from heart-string K. Hen. Harry le Roy. Pist. Le Roy! a Cornish name: art thou of Cornish crew? K. Hen. No, I am a Welshman? Pist. Know'st thou Fluellen? K. Hen. Yes. Pist. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate Upon Saint Davy's day. K. Hen. Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, lest he knock that about yours. Pist. Art thou his friend? K. Hen. And his kinsman too. Pist. The figo for thee then! K. Hen. I thank you. God be with you ! Pist. My name is Pistol called. K. Hen. It sorts well with your fierceness. Enter FLUELLEN and GoWER, severally. Gow. Captain Fluellen ! [Exit. Flu. So in the name of Cheshu Christ, speak lower. It is the greatest admiration in the universal world, when the true and aunchient prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not kept. If you would take the pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the Great, you shall find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle taddle nor pibble pabble in Pompey's camp; I warrant you, you shall find the ceremonies of the wars, and the cares of it, and the forms of it, and the sobriety of it, and the modesty of it, to be otherwise. Gow. Why, the enemy is loud; you hear him all night. Flu. If the enemy is an ass and a fool and a prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an ass and a fool and a. prating coxcomb? in your own conscience now? Gow. I will speak lower. Flu. I pray you and peseech you that you will. [Exeunt GowER and FLUELLEN. K. Hen. Though it appear a little out of fashion, There is much care and valour in this Welshman.. Enter three soldiers, JOHN BATES, ALEXANDER COURT, and MICHAEL WILLIAMS. Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks yonder? Bates. I think it be; but we have no great cause to desire the approach of day. Will. We see yonder the beginning of the day, but I think we shall never see the end of it. Who goes there? K. Hen. A friend. Will. Under what captain serve you? |