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Henry V: Act 3, Scene 2

Henry V
Act 3, Scene 2

France. Before Harfleur.

  1. Enter Nym, Bardolph, Pistol, and Boy.

Bardolph

2
  1. On, on, on, on, on! To the breach, to the breach!

Nym

3 - 5
  1. Pray thee, corporal, stay. The knocks are too hot; and for
  2. mine own part, I have not a case of lives. The humor of it
  3. is too hot, that is the very plain-song of it.

Pistol

6 - 10
  1. The plain-song is most just; for humors do abound:
  2. Knocks go and come; God’s vassals drop and die;
  3. And sword and shield,
  4. In bloody field,
  5. Doth win immortal fame.”

Boy

11 - 12
  1. Would I were in an alehouse in London, I would give all my
  2. fame for a pot of ale and safety.

Pistol

13 - 16
  1. And I:
  2. If wishes would prevail with me,
  3. My purpose should not fail with me,
  4. But thither would I hie.”

Boy

17 - 18
  1. As duly, but not as truly,
  2. As bird doth sing on bough.”
  1. Enter Fluellen.

Fluellen

20
  1. Up to the breach, you dogs! Avaunt, you cullions!
  1. Driving them forward.

Pistol

22 - 25
  1. Be merciful, great duke, to men of mould.
  2. Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage,
  3. Abate thy rage, great duke!
  4. Good bawcock, bate thy rage; use lenity, sweet chuck!

Nym

26
  1. These be good humors! Your honor wins bad humors.
  1. Exit with Bardolph and Pistol.
  1. Fluellen steps aside.

Boy

29 - 52
  1. As young as I am, I have observ’d these three swashers. I am
  2. boy to them all three, but all they three, though they would
  3. serve me, could not be man to me; for indeed three such
  4. antics do not amount to a man. For Bardolph, he is
  5. white-liver’d and red-fac’d; by the means whereof ’a faces
  6. it out, but fights not. For Pistol, he hath a killing tongue
  7. and a quiet sword; by the means whereof ’a breaks words, and
  8. keeps whole weapons. For Nym, he hath heard that men of few
  9. words are the best men, and therefore he scorns to say his
  10. prayers, lest ’a should be thought a coward; but his few bad
  11. words are match’d with as few good deeds; for ’a never broke
  12. any man’s head but his own, and that was against a post when
  13. he was drunk. They will steal any thing, and call it
  14. purchase. Bardolph stole a lute-case, bore it twelve
  15. leagues, and sold it for three half-pence. Nym and Bardolph
  16. are sworn brothers in filching, and in Callice they stole a
  17. fire-shovel. I knew by that piece of service the men would
  18. carry coals. They would have me as familiar with men’s
  19. pockets as their gloves or their handkerchers; which makes
  20. much against my manhood, if I should take from another’s
  21. pocket to put into mine; for it is plain pocketing up of
  22. wrongs. I must leave them, and seek some better service.
  23. Their villainy goes against my weak stomach, and therefore I
  24. must cast it up.
  1. Exit.
  1. Enter Gower.
  1. Fluellen comes forward.

Gower

56 - 57
  1. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines; the
  2. Duke of Gloucester would speak with you.

Fluellen

58 - 64
  1. To the mines? Tell you the Duke, it is not so good to come
  2. to the mines; for look you, the mines is not according to
  3. the disciplines of the war; the concavities of it is not
  4. sufficient. For look you, th’ athversaryyou may discuss
  5. unto the Duke, look youis digt himself four yard under the
  6. countermines. By Cheshu, I think ’a will plow up all, if
  7. there is not better directions.

Gower

65 - 67
  1. The Duke of Gloucester, to whom the order of the siege is
  2. given, is altogether directed by an Irishman, a very valiant
  3. gentleman, i’ faith.

Fluellen

68
  1. It is Captain Macmorris, is it not?

Gower

69
  1. I think it be.

Fluellen

70 - 73
  1. By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the world; I will verify as
  2. much in his beard. He has no more directions in the true
  3. disciplines of the wars, look you, of the Roman disciplines,
  4. than is a puppy-dog.
  1. Enter Macmorris and Captain Jamy.

Gower

75 - 76
  1. Here ’a comes, and the Scots captain, Captain Jamy, with
  2. him.

Fluellen

77 - 82
  1. Captain Jamy is a marvelous falorous gentleman, that is
  2. certain, and of great expedition and knowledge in th’
  3. aunchiant wars, upon my particular knowledge of his
  4. directions. By Cheshu, he will maintain his argument as well
  5. as any military man in the world, in the disciplines of the
  6. pristine wars of the Romans.

Jamy

83
  1. I say gud day, Captain Fluellen.

Fluellen

84
  1. God-den to your worship, good Captain James.

Gower

85 - 86
  1. How now, Captain Macmorris, have you quit the mines? Have
  2. the pioners given o’er?

Macmorris

87 - 92
  1. By Chrish law, ’tish ill done! The work ish give over, the
  2. trompet sound the retreat. By my hand I swear, and my
  3. father’s soul, the work ish ill done; it ish give over. I
  4. would have blowed up the town, so Chrish save me law, in an
  5. hour! O, ’tish ill done, ’tish ill done; by my hand ’tish
  6. ill done!

Fluellen

93 - 99
  1. Captain Macmorris, I beseech you now, will you vouchsafe me,
  2. look you, a few disputations with you, as partly touching or
  3. concerning the disciplines of the war, the Roman wars, in
  4. the way of argument, look you, and friendly communication;
  5. partly to satisfy my opinion, and partly for the
  6. satisfaction, look you, of my mind: as touching the
  7. direction of the military discipline, that is the point.

Jamy

100 - 102
  1. It sall be vary gud, gud feith, gud captens bath, and I sall
  2. quit you with gud leve, as I may pick occasion; that sall I,
  3. mary.

Macmorris

103 - 110
  1. It is no time to discourse, so Chrish save me. The day is
  2. hot, and the weather, and the wars, and the King, and the
  3. Dukes; it is no time to discourse. The town is beseech’d,
  4. and the trumpet call us to the breach, and we talk, and be
  5. Chrish, do nothing. ’Tis shame for us all. So God sa’ me,
  6. ’tis shame to stand still, it is shame, by my hand; and
  7. there is throats to be cut, and works to be done, and there
  8. ish nothing done, so Christ sa’ me law!

Jamy

111 - 115
  1. By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine take themselves to
  2. slomber, ay’ll de gud service, or I’ll lig i’ th’ grund for
  3. it; ay, or go to death; and I’ll pay’t as valorously as I
  4. may, that sall I suerly do, that is the breff and the long.
  5. Mary, I wad full fain heard some question ’tween you tway.

Fluellen

116 - 117
  1. Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, under your correction,
  2. there is not many of your nation

Macmorris

118 - 120
  1. Of my nation? What ish my nation? Ish a villain, and a
  2. basterd, and a knave, and a rascal. What ish my nation? Who
  3. talks of my nation?

Fluellen

121 - 126
  1. Look you, if you take the matter otherwise than is meant,
  2. Captain Macmorris, peradventure I shall think you do not use
  3. me with that affability as in discretion you ought to use
  4. me, look you, being as good a man as yourself, both in the
  5. disciplines of war, and in the derivation of my birth, and
  6. in other particularities.

Macmorris

127 - 128
  1. I do not know you so good a man as myself. So Chrish save
  2. me, I will cut off your head.

Gower

129
  1. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.

Jamy

130
  1. A! That’s a foul fault. A parley sounded.

Gower

131
  1. The town sounds a parley.

Fluellen

132 - 134
  1. Captain Macmorris, when there is more better opportunity to
  2. be required, look you, I will be so bold as to tell you I
  3. know the disciplines of war; and there is an end.
  1. Exeunt.
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