1451708Go. How now Captain
Flewellen, come you frō the bridge
? 1453709Flew. By Ie
sus thers excellēt
seruice cōmitted at
ye bridge.
1455710Gour. Is the Duke of
Exeter safe
? 1456711Flew. The duke of
Exeter is a mā whom I loue, & I honor,
1457712And I wor
ship, with my
soule, and my heart, and my life,
1458713And my lands and my liuings,
715The Duke is looke you,
716God be prai
sed and plea
sed for it, no harme in the worell.
1460717He is maintain the bridge very gallently: there is an En
signe
There,
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1462718 There, I do not know how you call him, but by Ie
sus I think
1463719He is as valient a man as
Marke Anthonie, he doth maintain
1464720the bridge mo
st gallantly: yet he is a man of no reckoning:
1465721But I did
see him do gallant
seruice.
1467723Flew. His name is ancient
Pistoll.
1470726Flew. Do you not know him, here comes the man.
1471727Pist. Captaine, I thee be
seech to do me fauour,
1472728The Duke of
Exeter doth loue thee well.
1473729Flew. I, and I prai
se God I haue merrited
some loue at
(his hands.
1475731Pist. Bardolfe a
souldier, one of bux
some valour,
1477733And giddy Fortunes
fickle wheele,
734That Godes blinde that
stands vpon the rowling re
stle
sse(
stone.
1479736Flew. By your patience ancient
Pistoll,
737Fortune, looke you is painted,
1480738Plind with a mu
fler before her eyes,
1482739To
signi
fie to you, that Fortune is plind:
1481740And
she is moreouer painted with a wheele,
741Which is the morall that Fortune is turning,
1483742And incon
stant, and variation; and mutabilities:
1484743And her fate is
fixed at a
sphericall
stone
1485744Which roules, and roules, and roules:
1486745Surely the Poet is make an excellēt de
scriptiō of Fortune.
1487746Fortune looke you is and excellent morall.
1488747Pist. Fortune is
Bardolfes foe, and frownes on him,
1489748For he hath
stolne a packs, and hanged mu
st he be:
749A damned death, let gallowes gape for dogs,
1490750Let man go free, and let not death his windpipe
stop.
But
of Henry the fift
1491751But
Exeter hath giuen the doome of death,
1493753Therefore go
speake, the Duke will heare thy voyce,
1494754And let not
Bardolfes vitall threed be cut,
755With edge of penny cord, and vile approach.
1495756Speake Captaine for his life, and I will thee requite.
1497757Flew. Captain
Pistoll, I partly vnder
stand your meaning.
1499758Pist. Why then reioyce therefore.
1500759Flew. Certainly Antient
Pistol, tis not a thing to reioyce at,
1501760For if he were my owne brother, I would wi
sh the Duke
1502761To do his plea
sure, and put him to executions: for look you,
1503762Di
sciplines ought to be kept, they ought to be kept.
1504763Pist. Die and be damned, and
figa for thy friend
ship.
1506765Pist. The
figge of
Spaine within thy Iawe.
1507.1767Pist. I
say the
fig within thy bowels and thy durty maw.
1507.3769Fle. Captain
Gour, cannot you hear it lighten & thunder
? 1507.4770Gour. Why is this the Ancient you told me of
? 1508771I remember him now, he is a bawd, a cutpur
se.
1510772Flew. By Ie
sus hee is vtter as praue words vpon the bridge
1511773As you
shall de
sire to
see in a
sommers day, but its all one,
1512774What he hath
sed to me, looke you, is all one.
1514775Go. Why this is a gull, a foole, a rogue that goes to the wars
1515776Only to grace him
selfe at his returne to London:
1517778Are perfe
ct in great Commaunders names.
1518779They will learne by rote where
seruices were done,
1519780At
such and
such a
sconce, at
such a breach,
781 At
such a conuoy: who came o
ff brauely, who was
shot,
1520782Who di
sgraced, what termes the enemie
stood on.
1521783And this they con perfe
ctly in phra
se of warre,
1522784Which they trick vp with new tuned oathes, & what a berd
1523785Of the Generalls cut, and a horid
shout of the campe
D Will
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1524786Will do among the foming bottles and alewa
sht wits
1525787Is wonderfull to be thought on: but you mu
st learne
1526788To know
such
slaunders of this age,
1527789Or el
se you may maruellou
sly be mi
stooke.
1529790Flew. Certain captain
Gower, it is not the man, looke you,
1530791That I did take him to be: but when time
shall
serue,
1531792I
shall tell him a litle of my de
sires: here comes his Maie
stie.
1534793 Enter King, Clarence, Gloster and others. 1537794King. How now
Flewellen, come you from the bridge
? 1538795Flew. I and it
shall plea
se your Maie
stie,
1540796There is excellent
seruice at the bridge.
1545797King. What men haue you lo
st Flewellen? 1545.1798Flew. And it
shall plea
se your Maie
stie,
1546799The partition of the aduer
sarie hath bene great,
800Very rea
sonable great: but for our own parts, like you now,
1547801I thinke we haue lo
st neuer a man, vnle
sse it be one
1549802For robbing of a church, one
Bardolfe, if your Maie
stie
1550803Know the man, his face is full of whelkes and knubs,
804And pumples, and his breath blowes at his no
se
1552805Like a cole,
sometimes red,
sometimes plew:
1553806But god be prai
sed, now his no
se is executed, & his
fire out.
1555807King. We would haue all o
ffenders
so cut o
ff,
1556808And we here giue expre
sse commaundment,
1557809That there be nothing taken from the villages but paid for,
1559811Or abraided with di
sdainfull language:
812For when cruelty and lenitie play for a Kingdome,
1560813The gentle
st game
ster is the
sooner winner.
1563815Hera. You know me by my habit.
1564816Ki. Well thē, we know thee, what
shuld we know of thee?
1568819Heral. Go thee vnto
Harry of
England, and tell him,
1570820Aduantage is a better
souldier then ra
shne
sse:
Altho
of Henry the fift.
1570.1821Altho we did
seeme dead, we did but
slumber.
1573822Now we
speake vpon our kue, and our voyce is imperiall,
1574823England
shall repent her folly:
see her ra
shne
sse,
1575824And admire our
su
fferance. Which to raun
some,
1578825His pettine
sse would bow vnder:
1580826For the e
ffu
sion of our blood, his army is too weake:
1581827For the di
sgrace we have borne, him
selfe
1582828Kneeling at our feete, a weake and worthle
sse
sati
sfa
ction.
1583829To this, adde defyance. So much from the king my mai
ster.
1587830King. What is thy name? we know thy qualitie.
1589832King. Thou do
st thy o
ffice faire, returne thee backe,
1590833And tell thy King, I do not
seeke him now:
1591834But could be well content, without impeach,
835To march on to
Callis: for to
say the
sooth,
1593836Though tis no wi
sdome to confe
sse
so much
1594837Vnto an enemie of craft and vantage.
1595838My
souldiers are with
sickne
sse much infeebled,
1596839My Army le
ssoned, and tho
se fewe I haue,
1597840Almo
st no better then
so many French:
1598841Who when they were in heart, I tell thee Herauld,
1599842I thought vpon one paire of Engli
sh legges,
1600843Did march three French mens.
844Yet forgiue me God, that I do brag thus:
1601845This your heire of
France hath blowne this vice in me.
1602846I mu
st repent, go tell thy mai
ster here I am,
1604847My raun
some is this frayle and worthle
sse body,
1605848My Army but a weake and
sickly guarde.
1606849Yet God before, we will come on,
1607850If
France and
such an other neighbour
stood in our way:
1610851If we may pa
sse, we will: if we be hindered,
1611852We
shal your tawny ground with your red blood di
scolour.
1612853So
Montioy get you gone, there is for your paines:
1613854The
sum of all our an
swere is but this,
1614855We would not
seeke a battle as we are:
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1615856Nor as we are, we
say we will not
shun it.
1617857Herauld. I
shall deliuer
so: thanks to your Maie
stie.
1619858Glos. My Liege, I hope they will not come vpon vs now.
1620859King. We are in Gods hand brother, not in theirs:
1621860To night we will encampe beyond the bridge,
1623861And on to morrow bid them march away.