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FLUELLEN.

Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous gentleman, that is

certain, and of great expedition and knowledge in th' aunchient

wars, upon my particular knowledge of his directions. By Cheshu,

he will maintain his argument as well as any military man in the

world, in the disciplines of the pristine wars of the Romans.

JAMY.

I say gud day, Captain Fluellen.

FLUELLEN.

God-den to your worship, good Captain James.

GOWER.

How now, Captain Macmorris! Have you quit the mines?

Have

the pioneers given o'er?

MACMORRIS.

By Chrish, la, tish ill done! The work ish give over,

the trompet sound the retreat. By my hand, I swear, and my

father's soul, the work ish ill done; it ish give over; I would

have blowed up the town, so Chrish save me, la, in an hour.

O,

tish ill done, tish ill done; by my hand, tish ill done!

FLUELLEN.

Captain Macmorris, I beseech you now, will you voutsafe

me, look you, a few disputations with you, as partly touching or

concerning the disciplines of the war, the Roman wars, in the way

of argument, look you, and friendly communication; partly to

satisfy my opinion, and partly for the satisfaction, look you, of

my mind, as touching the direction of the military discipline,

that is the point.

JAMY.

It sall be vary gud, gud feith, gud captains bath; and I sall

quit you with gud leve, as I may pick occasion; that sall I, marry.

MACMORRIS.

It is no time to discourse, so Chrish save me. The day

is hot, and the weather, and the wars, and the King, and the

Dukes; it is no time to discourse. The town is beseech'd, and the

trumpet call us to the breach; and we talk and, be Chrish, do

nothing. 'Tis shame for us all, so God sa' me, 'tis shame to

stand still; it is shame, by my hand; and there is throats to be

cut, and works to be done; and there ish nothing done, so

Chrish sa' me, la.

JAMY.

By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine take themselves to

slomber, ay'll de gud service, or I'll lig i' th' grund for it;

ay, or go to death. And I'll pay't as valorously as I may, that

sall I suerly do, that is the breff and the long. Marry, I wad

full fain heard some question 'tween you tway.

FLUELLEN.

Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, under your

correction, there is not many of your nation-

MACMORRIS.

Of my nation? What ish my nation? Ish a villain, and a

bastard, and a knave, and a rascal. What ish my nation? Who talks of my nation?

FLUELLEN.

Look you, if you take the matter otherwise than is meant,

Captain Macmorris, peradventure I shall think you do not use me

with that affability as in discretion you ought to use me, look

you; being as good a man as yourself, both in the disciplines of

war and in the derivation of my birth, and in other particularities.

MACMORRIS.

I do not know you so good a man as myself; so

Chrish save me, I will cut off your head.

GOWER.

Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.

JAMY.

Ah! that's a foul fault. [A parley sounded]

GOWER.

The town sounds a parley.

FLUELLEN.

Captain Macmorris, when there is more better opportunity

to be required, look you, I will be so bold as to tell you I know

the disciplines of war; and there is an end. Exeunt

SCENE III. Before the gates of Harfleur

Enter the GOVERNOR and some citizens on the walls. Enter the KING and all his train before the gates

KING HENRY.

How yet resolves the Governor of the town?

This is the latest parle we will admit;

Therefore to our best mercy give yourselves

Or, like to men proud of destruction,

Defy us to our worst; for, as I am a soldier,

A name that in my thoughts becomes me best,

If I begin the batt'ry once again,

I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur

Till in her ashes she lie buried.

The gates of mercy shall be all shut up,

And the flesh'd soldier, rough and hard of heart,

In liberty of bloody hand shall range

With conscience wide as hell, mowing like grass

Your fresh fair virgins and your flow'ring infants.

What is it then to me if impious war,

Array'd