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.

1131Pist. And I: If wishes would preuayle with me, my

1132purpose should not fayle with me; but thither would I

1133high.

1134Boy. As duly, but not as truly, as Bird doth sing on

1135bough.

1137Flu. Vp to the breach, you Dogges; auaunt you

1138Cullions.

1139Pist. Be mercifull great Duke to men of Mould: a-

1140bate thy Rage, abate thy manly Rage; abate thy Rage,

1141great Duke. Good Bawcock bate thy Rage: vse lenitie

1142sweet Chuck.

1143Nim. These be good humors: your Honor wins bad

1144humors. Exit.

1145Boy. As young as I am, I haue obseru'd these three

1146Swashers: I am Boy to them all three, but all they three,

1147though they would serue me, could not be Man to me;

1148for indeed three such Antiques doe not amount to a man:

1149for Bardolph, hee is white-liuer'd, and red-fac'd; by the

1150meanes whereof, a faces it out, but fights not: for Pistoll,

1151hee hath a killing Tongue, and a quiet Sword; by the

1152meanes whereof, a breakes Words, and keepes whole

1153Weapons: for Nim, hee hath heard, that men of few

1154Words are the best men, and therefore hee scornes to say

1155his Prayers, lest a should be thought a Coward: but his

1156few bad Words are matcht with as few good Deeds; for

1157a neuer broke any mans Head but his owne, and that was

1158against a Post, when he was drunke. They will steale any

1159thing, and call it Purchase. Bardolph stole a Lute-case,

1160bore it twelue Leagues, and sold it for three halfepence.

1161Nim and Bardolph are sworne Brothers in filching: and

1162in Callice they stole a fire-shouell. I knew by that peece

1163of Seruice, the men would carry Coales. They would

1164haue me as familiar with mens Pockets, as their Gloues

1165or their Hand-kerchers: which makes much against my

1166Manhood, if I should take from anothers Pocket, to put

1167into mine; for it is plaine pocketting vp of Wrongs.

1168I must leaue them, and seeke some better Seruice: their

1169Villany goes against my weake stomacke, and therefore

1170I must cast it vp. Exit.

1172Gower. Captaine Fluellen, you must come presently to

1173the Mynes; the Duke of Gloucester would speake with

1174you.

1175Flu. To the Mynes? Tell you the Duke, it is not so

1176good to come to the Mynes: for looke you, the Mynes

1177is not according to the disciplines of the Warre; the con-

1178cauities of it is not sufficient: for looke you, th'athuer-

1179sarie, you may discusse vnto the Duke, looke you, is digt

1180himselfe foure yard vnder the Countermines: by Cheshu,

1181I thinke a will plowe vp all, if there is not better directi-

1182ons.

1183Gower. The Duke of Gloucester, to whom the Order

1184of the Siege is giuen, is altogether directed by an Irish

1185man, a very valiant Gentleman yfaith.

1186Welch. It is Captaine Makmorrice, is it not?

1187Gower. I thinke it be.

1188Welch. By Cheshu he is an Asse, as in the World, I will

1189verifie as much in his Beard: he ha's no more directions

1190in the true disciplines of the Warres, looke you, of the

1191Roman disciplines, then is a Puppy-dog.

1193Gower. Here a comes, and the Scots Captaine, Captaine

1194Iamy, with him.

1195Welch. Captaine Iamy is a maruellous falorous Gen-

1196tleman, that is certain, and of great expedition and know-

1197ledge in th' aunchiant Warres, vpon my particular know-

1198ledge of his directions: by Cheshu he will maintaine his

1199Argument as well as any Militarie man in the World, in

1200the disciplines of the Pristine Warres of the Romans.

1201Scot. I say gudday, Captaine Fluellen.

1202Welch. Godden to your Worship, good Captaine

1203Iames.

1204Gower. How now Captaine Mackmorrice, haue you

1205quit the Mynes? haue the Pioners giuen o're?

1206Irish. By Chrish Law tish ill done: the Worke ish

1207giue ouer, the Trompet sound the Retreat. By my Hand

1208I sweare, and my fathers Soule, the Worke ish ill done:

1209it ish giue ouer: I would haue blowed vp the Towne,

1210so Chrish saue me law, in an houre. O tish ill done, tish ill

1211done: by my Hand tish ill done.

1212Welch. Captaine Mackmorrice, I beseech you now,

1213will you voutsafe me, looke you, a few disputations with

1214you, as partly touching or concerning the disciplines of

1215the Warre, the Roman Warres, in the way of Argument,

1216looke you, and friendly communication: partly to satisfie

1217my Opinion, and partly for the satisfaction, looke you, of

1218my Mind: as touching the direction of the Militarie dis-

1219cipline, that is the Point.

1220Scot. It sall be vary gud, gud feith, gud Captens bath,

1221and I sall quit you with gud leue, as I may pick occasion:

1222that sall I mary.

1223Irish. It is no time to discourse, so Chrish saue me:

1224the day is hot, and the Weather, and the Warres, and the

1225King, and the Dukes: it is no time to discourse, the Town

1226is beseech'd: and the Trumpet call vs to the breech, and

1227we talke, and be Chrish do nothing, tis shame for vs all:

1228so God sa'me tis shame to stand still, it is shame by my

1229hand: and there is Throats to be cut, and Workes to be

1230done, and there ish nothing done, so Christ sa'me law.

1231Scot. By the Mes, ere theise eyes of mine take them-

1232selues to slomber, ayle de gud seruice, or Ile ligge i'th'

1233grund for it; ay, or goe to death: and Ile pay't as valo-

1234rously as I may, that sal I suerly do, that is the breff and

1235the long: mary, I wad full faine heard some question

1236tween you tway.

1237Welch. Captaine Mackmorrice, I thinke, looke you,

1238vnder your correction, there is not many of your Na-

1239tion.

1240Irish. Of my Nation? What ish my Nation? Ish a

1241Villaine, and a Basterd, and a Knaue, and a Rascall. What

1242ish my Nation? Who talkes of my Nation?

1243Welch. Looke you, if you take the matter otherwise

1244then is meant, Captaine Mackmorrice, peraduenture I

1245shall thinke you doe not vse me with that affabilitie, as in

1246discretion you ought to vse me, looke you, being as good

1247a man as your selfe, both in the disciplines of Warre, and

1248in the deriuation of my Birth, and in other particula-

1249rities.

1250Irish. I doe not know you so good a man as my selfe:

1251so Chrish saue me, I will cut off your Head.

1252Gower. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.

1253Scot. A, that's a foule fault. A Parley.

1254Gower. The Towne sounds a Parley.

1255Welch. Captaine Mackmorrice, when there is more

1256better oportunitie to be required, looke you, I will be

1257so bold as to tell you, I know the disciplines of Warre:

1258and there is an end. Exit.