Henry V (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Life of Henry the Fift.
¶To buy a slobbry and a durtie Farme
¶In that nooke-shotten Ile of Albion.
1395Is not their Clymate foggy, raw, and dull?
¶On whom, as in despight, the Sunne lookes pale,
¶Killing their Fruit with frownes. Can sodden Water,
¶A Drench for sur-reyn'd Iades, their Barly broth,
¶Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?
¶Let vs not hang like roping Isyckles
¶Sweat drops of gallant Youth in our rich fields:
1405Poore we call them, in their Natiue Lords.
¶Dolphin. By Faith and Honor,
¶Our Madames mock at vs, and plainely say,
¶Our Mettell is bred out, and they will giue
¶And teach Lauolta's high, and swift Carranto's,
¶Saying, our Grace is onely in our Heeles,
¶And that we are most loftie Run-awayes.
¶Let him greet England with our sharpe defiance.
¶Vp Princes, and with spirit of Honor edged,
¶More sharper then your Swords, high to the field:
¶Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France,
1420You Dukes of Orleance, Burbon, and of Berry,
¶Alanson, Brabant, Bar, and Burgonie,
¶Iaques Chattillion, Rambures, Vandemont,
¶Loys, Lestrale, Bouciquall, and Charaloyes,
1425High Dukes, great Princes, Barons, Lords, and Kings;
¶For your great Seats, now quit you of great shames:
¶Barre Harry England, that sweepes through our Land
¶With Penons painted in the blood of Harflew:
¶The Alpes doth spit, and void his rhewme vpon.
¶Goe downe vpon him, you haue Power enough,
¶And in a Captiue Chariot, into Roan
¶Bring him our Prisoner.
1435Const. This becomes the Great.
¶Sorry am I his numbers are so few,
¶Hee'le drop his heart into the sinck of feare,
1440And for atchieuement, offer vs his Ransome.
¶To know what willing Ransome he will giue.
¶Now forth Lord Constable, and Princes all,
¶And quickly bring vs word of Englands fall.
Exeunt.
¶
Enter Captaines, English and Welch, Gower
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and Fluellen.
¶Gower. How now Captaine Fluellen, come you from
¶the Bridge?
¶mitted at the Bridge.
¶Flu. The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Aga-
¶memnon, and a man that I loue and honour with my soule,
¶and my heart, and my dutie, and my liue, and my liuing,
¶chient Lieutenant there at the Pridge, I thinke in my very
¶conscience hee is as valiant a man as Marke Anthony, and
1465him doe as gallant seruice.
¶Gower. What doe you call him?
¶Gower. I know him not.
¶
Enter Pistoll.
1470Flu. Here is the man.
¶Duke of Exeter doth loue thee well.
¶his hands.
¶and of buxome valour, hath by cruell Fate, and giddie
1480painted blinde, with a Muffler afore his eyes, to signifie
¶with a Wheele, to signifie to you, which is the Morall of
¶and variation: and her foot, looke you, is fixed vpon a
1485Sphericall Stone, which rowles, and rowles, and rowles:
¶on of it: Fortune is an excellent Morall.
¶Pist. Fortune is Bardolphs foe, and frownes on him:
1490death: let Gallowes gape for Dogge, let Man goe free,
¶and let not Hempe his Wind-pipe suffocate: but Exeter
¶hath giuen the doome of death, for Pax of little price.
¶Therefore goe speake, the Duke will heare thy voyce;
¶and let not Bardolphs vitall thred bee cut with edge of
1495Penny-Cord, and vile reproach. Speake Captaine for
¶his Life, and I will thee requite.
¶meaning.
¶Pist. Why then reioyce therefore.
1500Flu. Certainly Aunchient, it is not a thing to reioyce
¶at: for if, looke you, he were my Brother, I would desire
1505Flu. It is well.
¶Flu. Very good.
¶remember him now: a Bawd, a Cut-purse.
¶well: what he ha's spoke to me, that is well I warrant you,
¶when time is serue.
¶Gower. Why 'tis a Gull, a Foole, a Rogue, that now and
1515then goes to the Warres, to grace himselfe at his returne
¶into London, vnder the forme of a Souldier: and such
¶fellowes are perfit in the Great Commanders Names, and
¶they will learne you by rote where Seruices were done;
¶grac'd, what termes the Enemy stood on: and this they
¶conne perfitly in the phrase of Warre; which they tricke
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