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  • Title: Henry V (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: James D. Mardock
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-409-7

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: James D. Mardock
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    Henry V (Folio 1, 1623)

    The Life of Henry the Fift. 79
    Therefore to our best mercy giue your selues,
    Or like to men prowd of destruction,
    Defie vs to our worst: for as I am a Souldier,
    1265A Name that in my thoughts becomes me best;
    If I begin the batt'rie once againe,
    I will not leaue the halfe-atchieued Harflew,
    Till in her ashes she lye buryed.
    The Gates of Mercy shall be all shut vp,
    1270And the flesh'd Souldier, rough and hard of heart,
    In libertie of bloody hand, shall raunge
    With Conscience wide as Hell, mowing like Grasse
    Your fresh faire Virgins, and your flowring Infants.
    What is it then to me, if impious Warre,
    1275Arrayed in flames like to the Prince of Fiends,
    Doe with his smyrcht complexion all fell feats,
    Enlynckt to wast and desolation?
    What is't to me, when you your selues are cause,
    If your pure Maydens fall into the hand
    1280Of hot and forcing Violation?
    What Reyne can hold licentious Wickednesse,
    When downe the Hill he holds his fierce Carriere?
    We may as bootlesse spend our vaine Command
    Vpon th'enraged Souldiers in their spoyle,
    1285As send Precepts to the Leuiathan, to come ashore.
    Therefore, you men of Harflew,
    Take pitty of your Towne and of your People,
    Whiles yet my Souldiers are in my Command,
    Whiles yet the coole and temperate Wind of Grace
    1290O're-blowes the filthy and contagious Clouds
    Of headly Murther, Spoyle, and Villany.
    If not: why in a moment looke to see
    The blind and bloody Souldier, with foule hand
    Desire the Locks of your shrill-shriking Daughters:
    1295Your Fathers taken by the siluer Beards,
    And their most reuerend Heads dasht to the Walls:
    Your naked Infants spitted vpon Pykes,
    Whiles the mad Mothers, with their howles confus'd,
    Doe breake the Clouds; as did the Wiues of Iewry,
    1300At Herods bloody-hunting slaughter-men.
    What say you? Will you yeeld, and this auoyd?
    Or guiltie in defence, be thus destroy'd.
    Enter Gouernour.
    Gouer. Our expectation hath this day an end:
    1305The Dolphin, whom of Succours we entreated,
    Returnes vs, that his Powers are yet not ready,
    To rayse so great a Siege: Therefore great King,
    We yeeld our Towne and Liues to thy soft Mercy:
    Enter our Gates, dispose of vs and ours,
    1310For we no longer are defensible.
    King. Open your Gates: Come Vnckle Exeter,
    Goe you and enter Harflew; there remaine,
    And fortifie it strongly 'gainst the French:
    Vse mercy to them all for vs, deare Vnckle.
    1315The Winter comming on, and Sicknesse growing
    Vpon our Souldiers, we will retyre to Calis.
    To night in Harflew will we be your Guest,
    To morrow for the March are we addrest.
    Flourish, and enter the Towne.

    1320Enter Katherine and an old Gentlewoman.
    Kathe. Alice, tu as este en Angleterre, & tu bien parlas
    le Language.
    Alice. En peu Madame.
    Kath. Ie te prie m'ensigniez, il faut que ie apprend a par-
    1325len: Comient appelle vous le main en Anglois?
    Alice. Le main il & appelle de Hand.

    Kath. De Hand.
    Alice. E le doyts.
    Kat. Le doyts, ma foy Ie oublie, e doyt mays, ie me souemeray
    1330le doyts ie pense qu'ils ont appelle de fingres, ou de fingres.
    Alice. Le main de Hand, le doyts le Fingres, ie pense que ie
    suis le bon escholier.
    Kath. I'ay gaynie diux mots d'Anglois vistement, coment
    appelle vous le ongles?
    1335Alice. Le ongles, les appellons de Nayles.
    Kath. De Nayles escoute: dites moy, si ie parle bien: de
    Hand, de Fingres, e de Nayles.
    Alice. C'est bien dict Madame, il & fort bon Anglois.
    Kath. Dites moy l'Anglois pour le bras.
    1340Alice. De Arme, Madame.
    Kath. E de coudee.
    Alice. D'Elbow.
    Kath. D'Elbow: Ie men fay le repiticio de touts les mots
    que vous maves, apprins des a present.
    1345Alice. Il & trop difficile Madame, comme Ie pense.
    Kath. Excuse moy Alice escoute, d'Hand, de Fingre, de
    Nayles, d'Arma, de Bilbow.
    Alice. D'Elbow, Madame.
    Kath. O Seigneur Dieu, ie men oublie d'Elbow, coment ap-
    1350pelle vous le col.
    Alice. De Nick, Madame.
    Kath. De Nick, e le menton.
    Alice. De Chin.
    Kath. De Sin: le col de Nick, le menton de Sin.
    1355Alice. Ouy. Sauf vostre honneur en verite vous pronoun-
    cies les mots ausi droict, que le Natifs d'Angleterre.
    Kath. Ie ne doute point d'apprendre par de grace de Dieu,
    & en peu de temps.
    Alice. N'aue vos y desia oublie ce que ie vous a ensignie.
    1360Kath. Nome ie recitera a vous promptement, d'Hand, de
    Fingre, de Maylees.
    Alice. De Nayles, Madame.
    Kath. De Nayles, de Arme, de Ilbow.
    Alice. Sans vostre honeus d'Elbow.
    1365Kath. Ainsi de ie d'Elbow, de Nick, & de Sin: coment ap-
    pelle vous les pied & de roba.
    Alice. Le Foot Madame, & le Count.
    Kath. Le Foot, & le Count: O Seignieur Dieu, il sont le
    mots de son mauvais corruptible grosse & impudique, & non
    1370pour le Dames de Honeur d'vser: Ie ne voudray pronouncer ce
    mots deuant le Seigneurs de France, pour toute le monde, fo le
    Foot & le Count, neant moys, Ie recitera vn autrefoys ma lecon
    ensembe, d'Hand, de Fingre, de Nayles, d'Arme, d'Elbow, de
    Nick, de Sin, de Foot, le Count.
    1375Alice. Excellent, Madame.
    Kath. C'est asses pour vne foyes, alons nous a diner.
    Exit.

    Enter the King of France, the Dolphin, the
    Constable of France, and others.
    1380King. 'Tis certaine he hath past the Riuer Some.
    Const. And if he be not fought withall, my Lord,
    Let vs not liue in France: let vs quit all,
    And giue our Vineyards to a barbarous People.
    Dolph. O Dieu viuant: Shall a few Sprayes of vs,
    1385The emptying of our Fathers Luxurie,
    Our Syens, put in wilde and sauage Stock,
    Spirt vp so suddenly into the Clouds,
    And ouer-looke their Grafters?
    Brit. Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards:
    1390Mort du ma vie, if they march along
    Vnfought withall, but I will sell my Dukedome,
    To