1007King. For vs, we will consider of this further:

1008To morrow shall you beare our full intent

1009Back to our Brother of England.

1010Dolph. For the Dolphin,

1011I stand here for him: what to him from England?

1012Exe. Scorne and defiance, sleight regard, contempt,

1013And any thing that may not mis-become

1014The mightie Sender, doth he prize you at.

1015Thus sayes my King: and if your Fathers Highnesse

1016Doe not, in graunt of all demands at large,

1017Sweeten the bitter Mock you sent his Maiestie;

1018Hee'le call you to so hot an Answer of it,

1019That Caues and Wombie Vaultages of France

1020Shall chide your Trespas, and returne your Mock

1021In second Accent of his Ordinance.

1022Dolph. Say: if my Father render faire returne,

1023It is against my will: for I desire

1024Nothing but Oddes with England.

1025To that end, as matching to his Youth and Vanitie,

1026I did present him with the Paris-Balls.

1027Exe. Hee'le make your Paris Louer shake for it,

1028Were it the Mistresse Court of mightie Europe:

1029And be assur'd, you'le find a diff'rence,

1030As we his Subiects haue in wonder found,

1031Betweene the promise of his greener dayes,

1032And these he masters now: now he weighes Time

1033Euen to the vtmost Graine: that you shall reade

1034In your owne Losses, if he stay in France.

1035King. To morrow shall you know our mind at full.

1037Exe. Dispatch vs with all speed, least that our King

1038Come here himselfe to question our delay;

1039For he is footed in this Land already.

1040King. You shalbe soone dispatcht, with faire conditions.

1041A Night is but small breathe, and little pawse,

1042To answer matters of this consequence. Exeunt.

1045Thus with imagin'd wing our swift Scene flyes,

1046In motion of no lesse celeritie then that of Thought.

1047Suppose, that you haue seene

1048The well-appointed King at Douer Peer,

1049Embarke his Royaltie: and his braue Fleet,

1050With silken Streamers, the young Phebus fayning;

1051Play with your Fancies: and in them behold,

1052Vpon the Hempen Tackle, Ship-boyes climbing;

1053Heare the shrill Whistle, which doth order giue

1054To sounds confus'd: behold the threaden Sayles,

1055Borne with th'inuisible and creeping Wind,

1056Draw the huge Bottomes through the furrowed Sea,

1057Bresting the loftie Surge. O, doe but thinke

1058You stand vpon the Riuage, and behold

1059A Citie on th'inconstant Billowes dauncing:

1060For so appeares this Fleet Maiesticall,

1061Holding due course to Harflew. Follow, follow:

1062Grapple your minds to sternage of this Nauie,

1063And leaue your England as dead Mid-night, still,

1064Guarded with Grandsires, Babyes, and old Women,

1065Eyther past, or not arriu'd to pyth and puissance:

1066For who is he, whose Chin is but enricht

1067With one appearing Hayre, that will not follow

1068These cull'd and choyse-drawne Caualiers to France?

1069Worke, worke your Thoughts, and therein see a Siege:

1070Behold the Ordenance on their Carriages,

1071With fatall mouthes gaping on girded Harflew.

1072Suppose th'Embassador from the French comes back:

1073Tells Harry, That the King doth offer him

1074Katherine his Daughter, and with her to Dowrie,

1075Some petty and vnprofitable Dukedomes.

1076The offer likes not: and the nimble Gunner

1077With Lynstock now the diuellish Cannon touches,

1079And downe goes all before them. Still be kind,

1080And eech out our performance with your mind. Exit.

1083King. Once more vnto the Breach,

1084Deare friends, once more;

1085Or close the Wall vp with our English dead:

1086In Peace, there's nothing so becomes a man,

1087As modest stillnesse, and humilitie:

1088But when the blast of Warre blowes in our eares,

1089Then imitate the action of the Tyger:

1090Stiffen the sinewes, commune vp the blood,

1091Disguise faire Nature with hard-fauour'd Rage:

1092Then lend the Eye a terrible aspect:

1093Let it pry through the portage of the Head,

1094Like the Brasse Cannon: let the Brow o'rewhelme it,

1095As fearefully, as doth a galled Rocke

1096O're-hang and iutty his confounded Base,

1097Swill'd with the wild and wastfull Ocean.

1098Now set the Teeth, and stretch the Nosthrill wide,

1099Hold hard the Breath, and bend vp euery Spirit

1100To his full height. On, on, you Noblish English,

1101Whose blood is fet from Fathers of Warre-proofe:

1102Fathers, that like so many Alexanders,

1103Haue in these parts from Morne till Euen fought,

1104And sheath'd their Swords, for lack of argument.

1105Dishonour not your Mothers: now attest,

1106That those whom you call'd Fathers, did beget you.

1107Be Coppy now to men of grosser blood,

1108And teach them how to Warre. And you good Yeomen,

1109Whose Lyms were made in England; shew vs here

1110The mettell of your Pasture: let vs sweare,

1111That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt not:

1112For there is none of you so meane and base,

1113That hath not Noble luster in your eyes.

1114I see you stand like Grey-hounds in the slips,

1115Straying vpon the Start. The Game's afoot:

1116Follow your Spirit; and vpon this Charge,

1117Cry, God for Harry, England, and S. George.

1120Bard. On, on, on, on, on, to the breach, to the breach.

1121Nim. 'Pray thee Corporall stay, the Knocks are too

1122hot: and for mine owne part, I haue not a Case of Liues:

1123the humor of it is too hot, that is the very plaine-Song

1124of it.

1125Pist. The plaine-Song is most iust: for humors doe a-

1126bound: Knocks goe and come: Gods Vassals drop and

1127dye: and Sword and Shield, in bloody Field, doth winne

1128immortall fame.

1129Boy. Would I were in a Ale-house in London, I

1130would giue all my fame for a Pot of Ale, and safetie.