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“ Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Walking from watch 10 watch, from tent to tent,
(Right ill dispos’d, in brawl ridiculous),
Enter King Henry, Bedford, and Gloucester.
Erping. Not so, my Liege this lodging likes me Since I may fay, Now lie I like a King. (better;
K. Henry. 'Tis good for men to love their present pain
their drowsy grave, and newly move
Glou. We shall, my Liege.
• Snul, for spirit,
Go with my brothers to my Lords of England.
[Exeunt. K. Henry. God-a-mercy, old heart, thou speak’st
SCENE III. Enter Pistol.
Pift. Discuss unto me, art thou officer,
K. Henry. I am a gentleman of a company.
Pift. The King's a bawcock, and a heart of gold,
K. Henry. Harry le Roy.
Pift. Tell him I'll knock his leek about his pate
K. Henry. Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, left he knock that about your's.
Pift. Art thou his friend ?
[Exit. K. Henry. It forts well with your fierceness.
[Manet K. Henry.
Enter Fluellen, and Gower, severally.
Flu. So; in the name of Cheshu Christ, speak fewer. It is the greatest admiration in the universal world when the true and antient prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not kept.
would take the pains but to . examine the wars of Pompey the Great, you shall find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle taddle, nor pibble pabble, in Pompey's camp. I warrant you, you shall find the ceremonies of the wars, and the cares of it, and the forms of it, and the fobrieties of it, and the modeity of it, to be otherwise.
Gow. Why, the enemy is loud, you hear him all night.
Flu. If the enemy is an ass and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, is is meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an ass and a fool, and a prating cox comb, in your own conscience now?
Gow. I will speak lower.
[Exeunt. K. Henry. Though it appear a little out of fainion, There is much care and valour in this Welchman.
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and Michael Williams.
Bates. I think it be; but we have no great cause to defire the approach of day.
Will. We fee yonder the beginning of the day; lut
K. Henry. A friend.
Will. A good old commander, and a inoit kind gentleman. I pray you, what thinks he of our eitate. Vol. IV.
K. Henry. Even as men wreck’d upon a fand, that look to be wash'd off the next tide.
Bates. He hath not told his thought to the King?
K. Henry. No; nor is it meet he should: for though I speak it to you, I think the King is but a man as I
• The violet smells to him as it doth to me; the " element thews to him as it doth to me; all his senses " bave but human conditions. His ceremonies laid u by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and tho' * his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet “ when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing: 6 therefore, when he sees reason of fears as we do, his “ fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish as ours are:" yet in reason no man should possess him with any appearance of fear, left he, by shewing it, should dir. hearten his army.
Bates. “ He may shew what outward courage he « will: but I believe, as cold a night as ’tis, he could “ with himself in the Thames up to the neck, and lo “ I would he were, and I by him at all adventures, so
we were quit here."
K. Henry. By my troth, I will fpeak my conscience of the King. I think he would not wish himself any where but where he is.
Bates. Then would he were here alone; fo should he be sure to be ranfomed, and many poor mens' lives faved.
K. Henry. I dare say, you love him not so ill to wish him here alone, howsoever you speak this to feel other men's minds. Methinks I could not die any where so contented as in the King's company, his cause being just, and his quarrel honourable.
Will. That's more than we know.
Bater. Ay, or more than we should seek after; for we know enough, if we know we are the King's fubjees: if his cause be wrong, our obedience to the King wipes the crime of it out of us..
Will. But if the cause be not good, the King himself hath a heavy reckoning to make; when all those legs, and arms, and heads, chopp'd off in a battle, shall join together at the latter day, and cry all, We dy'd at such a place; " fome, swearing; fome, crying for a fur