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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: James D. Mardock
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Henry V (Quarto 1, 1600)


Enter Nim, Bardolfe, Pistoll, Boy.
1119.1Nim. Before God here is hote seruice.
Pist. Tis hot indeed, blowes go and come,
Gods vassals drop and die.
1126.1Nim. Tis honor, and theres the humor of it.
Boy. Would I were in London:
1130Ide giue all my honor for a pot of Ale.
Pist. And I. If wishes would preuaile,
I would not stay, but thither would I hie.
Enter Flewellen and beates them in.
Flew. Godes plud vp to the breaches
You rascals, will you not vp to the breaches?
1140Nim. Abate thy rage sweete knight,
Abate thy rage.
1141.1Boy. Well I would I were once from them:
They would haue me as familiar
With mens pockets, as their gloues, and their
Handkerchers, they will steale any thing.
Bardolfe stole a Lute case, carryed it three mile,
1160And sold it for three hapence.
Nim stole a fier shouell.
I knew by that, they meant to carry coales:
Well, if they will not leaue me,
I meane to leaue them.
1170
ExitNim, Bardolfe, Pistoll, and the Boy.
Enter Gower.
Gower. Gaptain Flewellen, you must come strait
To the Mines, to the Duke of Gloster.
1175Fleu. Looke you, tell the Duke it is not so good
To come to the mines: the concuaueties is otherwise,
You may discusse to the Duke, the enemy is digd
1180Himselfe fiue yardes vnder the countermines:
By Iesus I thinke heele blowe vp all
If there be no better direction.
Enter the King and his Lords alarum.
1260King. How yet resolues the Gouernour of the Towne?
This is the latest parley weele admit:
Therefore to our best mercie giue your selues,
Or like to men proud of destruction, defie vs to our worst,
For as I am a souldier, a name that in my thoughts
1265Becomes me best, if we begin the battery once againe
I will not leaue the halfe atchieued Harflew,
Till in her ashes she be buried,
The gates of mercie are all shut vp.
What say you, will you yeeld and this auoyd,
Or guiltie in defence be thus destroyd?
Enter Gouernour.
Gouer. Our expectation hath this day an end:
1305The Dolphin whom of succour we entreated,
Returnes vs word, his powers are not yet ready,
To raise so great a siege: therefore dread King,
We yeeld our towne and liues to thy soft mercie:
Enter our gates, dispose of vs and ours,
1310For we no longer are defensiue now.