1119.1594Nim. Before God here is hote seruice.

1126595Pist. Tis hot indeed, blowes go and come,

596Gods vassals drop and die.

1126.1597Nim. Tis honor, and theres the humor of it.

1129598Boy. Would I were in London:

1130599Ide giue all my honor for a pot of Ale.

1131600Pist. And I. If wishes would preuaile,

1132601I would not stay, but thither would I hie.

1137603Flew. Godes plud vp to the breaches

1138604You rascals, will you not vp to the breaches?

1140605Nim. Abate thy rage sweete knight,

1141606Abate thy rage.

1141.1607Boy. Well I would I were once from them:

1163608They would haue me as familiar

1164609With mens pockets, as their gloues, and their

1158610Handkerchers, they will steale any thing.

1159611Bardolfe stole a Lute case, carryed it three mile,

1160612And sold it for three hapence.

1161613Nim stole a fier shouell.

1162614I knew by that, they meant to carry coales:

1168615Well, if they will not leaue me,

616I meane to leaue them.

1172619Gower. Gaptain Flewellen, you must come strait

620To the Mines, to the Duke of Gloster.

1175621Fleu. Looke you, tell the Duke it is not so good

1176622To come to the mines: the concuaueties is otherwise,

1179623You may discusse to the Duke, the enemy is digd

1180624Himselfe fiue yardes vnder the countermines:

625By Iesus I thinke heele blowe vp all

1181626If there be no better direction.

1260628King. How yet resolues the Gouernour of the Towne?

1261629This is the latest parley weele admit:

1262630Therefore to our best mercie giue your selues,

1263631Or like to men proud of destruction, defie vs to our worst,

1264632For as I am a souldier, a name that in my thoughts

1265633Becomes me best, if we begin the battery once againe

1267634I will not leaue the halfe atchieued Harflew,

1268635Till in her ashes she be buried,

1269636The gates of mercie are all shut vp.

1301637What say you, will you yeeld and this auoyd,

1302638Or guiltie in defence be thus destroyd?

1304640Gouer. Our expectation hath this day an end:

1305641The Dolphin whom of succour we entreated,

1306642Returnes vs word, his powers are not yet ready,

1307643To raise so great a siege: therefore dread King,

1308644We yeeld our towne and liues to thy soft mercie:

1309645Enter our gates, dispose of vs and ours,

1310646For we no longer are defensiue now.