Before God, here is hot service.

'Tis hot indeed. Blows go and come, 596God's vassals drop and 1127die.

'Tis honor, and there's the humor of it.

Would I were in London! 1130599I'd give all my honor for a pot of ale.

And I. If wishes would prevail, 1132601I would not stay, but thither would I 1133hie.

God's plood, up to the breaches, 604you rascals! Will you not up to the breaches?

Abate thy rage, sweet knight, 606abate thy rage.

[To audience] Well, I would I were once from them. 1163608They would 1164have me as familiar 609with men's pockets as their gloves 1165and their 610handkerchers. 1158They will steal 1159anything. 611Bardolph stole a lute case, 1160carried it three mile, 612and sold it for three ha'pence. 1162613Nym stole a fire-shovel. 614I knew by that, 1163.1they meant to carry coals. 1168615Well, if they will not leave me, 616I mean to leave them.

Captain Flewellen, you must come straight 620to 1173the mines, to the Duke of Gloucester.

Look you, tell the duke it is not so 1176good 622to come to the mines. The 1178concavities is otherwise, 1179623you may discuss to the duke. The enemy is digged 1180624himself, five yards under, the countermines. 625By Jesus, 1181I think he'll blow up all 626if there be no better 1182direction.

How yet resolves the governor of the town?

6.121261629This is the latest parley we'll admit,

6.131262630Therefore to our best mercy give yourselves,

6.141263631Or like to men proud of destruction

6.151264Defy us to our worst; 632for as I am a soldier,

6.161265A name that in my thoughts 633becomes me best,

6.171266If we begin the battery once again,

6.181267634I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur

6.191268635Till in her ashes she be burièd.

6.201269636The gates of mercy are all shut up.

6.211301637What say you? Will you yield and this avoid,

6.221302638Or, guilty in defense, be thus destroyed?

Our expectation hath this day an end:

6.241305641The dauphin, whom of succor we entreated,

6.251306642Returns us word his powers are not yet ready

6.261307643To raise so great a siege. Therefore, dread king,

6.271308644We yield our town and lives to thy soft mercy.

6.281309645Enter our gates; dispose of us and ours,

6.291310646For we no longer are defensive now.