Henry V (Quarto 1, 1600) :: Internet Shakespeare Editions

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.

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.

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