Unto the crown of France. That you may know, In every branch truly demonstrative; Exe. Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crown. To whom expressly I bring greeting too. Fr. King. For us, we will consider of this further: To-morrow shall you bear our full intent Back to our brother England. Dau. For the dauphin, I stand here for him; What to him from England? Exe. Scorn, and defiance; slight regard, contempt, And any thing that may not misbecome The mighty sender, doth he prize you at. Thus says my king: and, if your father's highness Do not, in grant of all demands at large, That caves and womby vaultages of France * Shall chide your trespass, and return your mock In second accent of his ordnance. Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply, Nothing but odds with England; to that end, I did present him with those Paris balls. Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it, Were it the mistress court of mighty Europe: And, be assus'd, you'll find a difference (As we, his subjects, have in wonder found,) Fr. King. To-morrow shall you know our mind at full. Exe. Despatch us with all speed, lest that our king 7 Come here himself to question our delay; Fr. King. You shall be soon despatch'd, with fair conditions: en la sta A night is but small breath, and little pause, [Exeunt. ACT III. Enter Chorus. Cho. Thus with imagin'd wing our swift scene flies, In motion of no less celerity Than that of thought. Suppose, that you have seen The well-appointed king at Hampton pier * Resound, echo. Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning. Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow! With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur, Suppose, the ambassador from the French comes back; Tells Harry-that the king doth offer him The offer likes not: and the nimble gunner Bank or shore. [Exit. + Sterns of the ships. The staff which holds the match used in firing cannon. § Small pieces of ordnance. SCENE I. The same. Before Harfleur. Alarums. Enter King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, Gloster, and soldiers, with scaling-ladders. K. Hen. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Let it pry through the portage of the head, O'erhang and jutty* his confounded + base, Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide; Have, in these parts, from morn till even fought, And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument §. Dishonour not your mothers; now attest, That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war!-And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear * A mole to withstand the encroachment of the tide. + Worn, wasted. Fetched. § Matter, subject. That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, SCENE II. The same. Forces pass over; then enter Nym, Bardolph, Pistol, and Boy. Bard. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the breach! Nym. 'Pray thee, corporal, stay; the knocks are too hot; and, for mine own part, I have not a case of lives: the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain-song of it. Pist. The plain-song is most just; for humours Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop and die; Doth win immortal fame. Boy. 'Would I were in an alehouse in London ! I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety. Pist. And I: If wishes would prevail with me, My purpose should not fail with me, But thither would I hie. Boy. As duly, but not as truly, as bird doth sing on bough. |