1523vp with new-tuned Oathes: and what a Beard of the Ge-

1524neralls Cut, and a horride Sute of the Campe, will doe a-

1525mong foming Bottles, and Ale-washt Wits, is wonder-

1526full to be thought on: but you must learne to know such

1527slanders of the age, or else you may be maruellously mi-

1528stooke.

1529Flu. I tell you what, Captaine Gower: I doe perceiue

1530hee is not the man that hee would gladly make shew to

1531the World hee is: if I finde a hole in his Coat, I will tell

1532him my minde: hearke you, the King is comming, and I

1533must speake with him from the Pridge.

1536Flu. God plesse your Maiestie.

1537King. How now Fluellen, cam'st thou from the Bridge?

1538Flu. I, so please your Maiestie: The Duke of Exeter

1539ha's very gallantly maintain'd the Pridge; the French is

1540gone off, looke you, and there is gallant and most praue

1541passages: marry, th'athuersarie was haue possession of

1542the Pridge, but he is enforced to retyre, and the Duke of

1543Exeter is Master of the Pridge: I can tell your Maiestie,

1544the Duke is a praue man.

1545King. What men haue you lost, Fluellen?

1546Flu. The perdition of th'athuersarie hath beene very

1547great, reasonnable great: marry for my part, I thinke the

1548Duke hath lost neuer a man, but one that is like to be exe-

1549cuted for robbing a Church, one Bardolph, if your Maie-

1550stie know the man: his face is all bubukles and whelkes,

1551and knobs, and flames a fire, and his lippes blowes at his

1552nose, and it is like a coale of fire, sometimes plew, and

1553sometimes red, but his nose is executed, and his fire's

1554out.

1555King. Wee would haue all such offendors so cut off:

1556and we giue expresse charge, that in our Marches through

1557the Countrey, there be nothing compell'd from the Vil-

1558lages; nothing taken, but pay'd for: none of the French

1559vpbrayded or abused in disdainefull Language; for when

1560Leuitie and Crueltie play for a Kingdome, the gentler

1561Gamester is the soonest winner.

1563Mountioy. You know me by my habit.

1564King. Well then, I know thee: what shall I know of

1565thee?

1566Mountioy. My Masters mind.

1567King. Vnfold it.

1568Mountioy. Thus sayes my King: Say thou to Harry

1569of England, Though we seem'd dead, we did but sleepe:

1570Aduantage is a better Souldier then rashnesse. Tell him,

1571wee could haue rebuk'd him at Harflewe, but that wee

1572thought not good to bruise an iniurie, till it were full

1573ripe. Now wee speake vpon our Q. and our voyce is im-

1574periall: England shall repent his folly, see his weake-

1575nesse, and admire our sufferance. Bid him therefore con-

1576sider of his ransome, which must proportion the losses we

1577haue borne, the subiects we haue lost, the disgrace we

1578haue digested; which in weight to re-answer, his petti-

1579nesse would bow vnder. For our losses, his Exchequer is

1580too poore; for th'effusion of our bloud, the Muster of his

1581Kingdome too faint a number; and for our disgrace, his

1582owne person kneeling at our feet, but a weake and worth-

1583lesse satisfaction. To this adde defiance: and tell him for

1584conclusion, he hath betrayed his followers, whose con-

1585demnation is pronounc't: So farre my King and Master;

1586so much my Office.

1587King. What is thy name? I know thy qualitie.

1588Mount. Mountioy.

1589King. Thou doo'st thy Office fairely. Turne thee backe,

1590And tell thy King, I doe not seeke him now,

1591But could be willing to march on to Callice,

1592Without impeachment: for to say the sooth,

1593Though 'tis no wisdome to confesse so much

1594Vnto an enemie of Craft and Vantage,

1595My people are with sicknesse much enfeebled,

1596My numbers lessen'd: and those few I haue,

1597Almost no better then so many French;

1598Who when they were in health, I tell thee Herald,

1599I thought, vpon one payre of English Legges

1600Did march three Frenchmen. Yet forgiue me God,

1601That I doe bragge thus; this your ayre of France

1602Hath blowne that vice in me. I must repent:

1603Goe therefore tell thy Master, heere I am;

1604My Ransome, is this frayle and worthlesse Trunke;

1605My Army, but a weake and sickly Guard:

1606Yet God before, tell him we will come on,

1607Though France himselfe, and such another Neighbor

1608Stand in our way. There's for thy labour Mountioy.

1609Goe bid thy Master well aduise himselfe.

1610If we may passe, we will: if we be hindred,

1611We shall your tawnie ground with your red blood

1612Discolour: and so Mountioy, fare you well.

1613The summe of all our Answer is but this:

1614We would not seeke a Battaile as we are,

1615Nor as we are, we say we will not shun it:

1616So tell your Master.

1617Mount. I shall deliuer so: Thankes to your High-

1618nesse.

1619Glouc. I hope they will not come vpon vs now.

1620King. We are in Gods hand, Brother, not in theirs:

1621March to the Bridge, it now drawes toward night,

1622Beyond the Riuer wee'le encampe our selues,

1623And on to morrow bid them march away. Exeunt.

1626Const. Tut, I haue the best Armour of the World:

1627would it were day.

1628Orleance. You haue an excellent Armour: but let my

1629Horse haue his due.

1630Const. It is the best Horse of Europe.

1631Orleance. Will it neuer be Morning?

1632Dolph. My Lord of Orleance, and my Lord High Con-

1633stable, you talke of Horse and Armour?

1634Orleance. You are as well prouided of both, as any

1635Prince in the World.

1636Dolph. What a long Night is this? I will not change

1637my Horse with any that treades but on foure postures:

1638ch'ha: he bounds from the Earth, as if his entrayles were

1639hayres: le Cheual volante, the Pegasus, ches les narines de

1640feu. When I bestryde him, I soare, I am a Hawke: he trots

1641the ayre: the Earth sings, when he touches it: the basest

1642horne of his hoofe, is more Musicall then the Pipe of

1643Hermes

1644Orleance. Hee's of the colour of the Nutmeg.

1645Dolph. And of the heat of the Ginger. It is a Beast

1646for Perseus: hee is pure Ayre and Fire; and the dull Ele-

1647ments of Earth and Water neuer appeare in him, but on-

1648ly in patient stillnesse while his Rider mounts him: hee

1649is indeede a Horse, and all other Iades you may call

1650Beasts.

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