Act 3, Scene 6
Picardy. The English camp.
- Enter Captains, English and Welsh, Gower and Fluellen.
- How now, Captain Fluellen, come you from the bridge?
Fluellen3 - 4
- I assure you, there is very excellent services committed at
- the bridge.
- Is the Duke of Exeter safe?
Fluellen6 - 14
- The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Agamemnon, and a man
- that I love and honor with my soul, and my heart, and my
- duty, and my live, and my living, and my uttermost power. He
- is not—God be praised and blessed!—any hurt in the world,
- but keeps the bridge most valiantly, with excellent
- discipline. There is an aunchient lieutenant there at the
- pridge, I think in my very conscience he is as valiant a man
- as Mark Antony, and he is a man of no estimation in the
- world, but I did see him do as gallant service.
- What do you call him?
- He is call’d Aunchient Pistol.
- I know him not.
- Enter Pistol.
- Here is the man.
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- Captain, I thee beseech to do me favors.
- The Duke of Exeter doth love thee well.
- Ay, I praise God, and I have merited some love at his hands.
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- Bardolph, a soldier firm and sound of heart,
- And of buxom valor, hath by cruel fate,
- And giddy Fortune’s furious fickle wheel,
- That goddess blind,
- That stands upon the rolling restless stone—
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- By your patience, Aunchient Pistol: Fortune is painted
- blind, with a muffler afore his eyes, to signify to you that
- Fortune is blind; and she is painted also with a wheel, to
- signify to you, which is the moral of it, that she is
- turning, and inconstant, and mutability, and variation; and
- her foot, look you, is fixed upon a spherical stone, which
- rolls, and rolls, and rolls. In good truth, the poet makes a
- most excellent description of it. Fortune is an excellent
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- Fortune is Bardolph’s foe, and frowns on him;
- For he hath stol’n a pax, and hanged must ’a be—
- A damned death!
- Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free,
- And let not hemp his windpipe suffocate.
- But Exeter hath given the doom of death
- For pax of little price.
- Therefore go speak, the Duke will hear thy voice;
- And let not Bardolph’s vital thread be cut
- With edge of penny cord and vile reproach.
- Speak, captain, for his life, and I will thee requite.
- Aunchient Pistol, I do partly understand your meaning.
- Why then rejoice therefore.
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- Certainly, aunchient, it is not a thing to rejoice at; for
- if, look you, he were my brother, I would desire the Duke to
- use his good pleasure, and put him to execution; for
- discipline ought to be used.
- Die and be damn’d! And figo for thy friendship!
- It is well.
- The fig of Spain.
- Very good.
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- Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal, I remember him
- now; a bawd, a cutpurse.
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- I’ll assure you, ’a utt’red as prave words at the pridge as
- you shall see in a summer’s day. But it is very well; what
- he has spoke to me, that is well, I warrant you, when time
- is serve.
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- Why, ’tis a gull, a fool, a rogue, that now and then goes to
- the wars, to grace himself at his return into London under
- the form of a soldier. And such fellows are perfit in the
- great commanders’ names, and they will learn you by rote
- where services were done—at such and such a sconce, at such
- a breach, at such a convoy; who came off bravely, who was
- shot, who disgrac’d, what terms the enemy stood on; and this
- they con perfitly in the phrase of war, which they trick up
- with new-tun’d oaths; and what a beard of the general’s cut
- and a horrid suit of the camp will do among foaming bottles
- and ale-wash’d wits, is wonderful to be thought on. But you
- must learn to know such slanders of the age, or else you may
- be marvelously mistook.
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- I tell you what, Captain Gower: I do perceive he is not the
- man that he would gladly make show to the world he is. If I
- find a hole in his coat, I will tell him my mind.
- Drum heard.
- Hark you, the King is coming, and I must speak with him from
- the pridge.
- Drum and Colors. Enter the King and his poor Soldiers and
- God pless your Majesty!
King Henry the Fifth87
- How now, Fluellen, cam’st thou from the bridge?
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- Ay, so please your Majesty. The Duke of Exeter has very
- gallantly maintain’d the pridge. The French is gone off,
- look you, and there is gallant and most prave passages.
- Marry, th’ athversary was have possession of the pridge, but
- he is enforced to retire, and the Duke of Exeter is master
- of the pridge. I can tell your Majesty, the Duke is a prave
King Henry the Fifth95
- What men have you lost, Fluellen?
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- The perdition of th’ athversary hath been very great,
- reasonable great. Marry, for my part, I think the Duke hath
- lost never a man, but one that is like to be executed for
- robbing a church, one Bardolph, if your Majesty know the
- man. His face is all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs, and
- flames a’ fire, and his lips blows at his nose, and it is
- like a coal of fire, sometimes plue and sometimes red, but
- his nose is executed, and his fire’s out.
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- We would have all such offenders so cut off; and we give
- express charge that in our marches through the country there
- be nothing compell’d from the villages; nothing taken but
- paid for; none of the French upbraided or abus’d in
- disdainful language; for when lenity and cruelty play for a
- kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.
- Tucket. Enter Montjoy.
- You know me by my habit.
King Henry the Fifth112
- Well then, I know thee. What shall I know of thee?
- My master’s mind.
King Henry the Fifth114
- Unfold it.
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- Thus says my King: Say thou to Harry of England, Though we
- seem’d dead, we did but sleep; advantage is a better soldier
- than rashness. Tell him we could have rebuk’d him at
- Harfleur, but that we thought not good to bruise an injury
- till it were full ripe. Now we speak upon our cue, and our
- voice is imperial: England shall repent his folly, see his
- weakness, and admire our sufferance. Bid him therefore
- consider of his ransom, which must proportion the losses we
- have borne, the subjects we have lost, the disgrace we have
- digested; which in weight to re-answer, his pettiness would
- bow under. For our losses, his exchequer is too poor; for
- th’ effusion of our blood, the muster of his kingdom too
- faint a number; and for our disgrace, his own person
- kneeling at our feet but a weak and worthless satisfaction.
- To this add defiance; and tell him, for conclusion, he hath
- betray’d his followers, whose condemnation is pronounc’d. So
- far my King and master; so much my office.
King Henry the Fifth132
- What is thy name? I know thy quality.
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- Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee back,
- And tell thy King I do not seek him now,
- But could be willing to march on to Callice
- Without impeachment; for to say the sooth,
- Though ’tis no wisdom to confess so much
- Unto an enemy of craft and vantage,
- My people are with sickness much enfeebled,
- My numbers lessen’d; and those few I have
- Almost no better than so many French;
- Who when they were in health, I tell thee, herald,
- I thought upon one pair of English legs
- Did march three Frenchmen. Yet forgive me, God,
- That I do brag thus! This your air of France
- Hath blown that vice in me. I must repent.
- Go therefore tell thy master here I am;
- My ransom is this frail and worthless trunk;
- My army but a weak and sickly guard;
- Yet, God before, tell him we will come on,
- Though France himself and such another neighbor
- Stand in our way. There’s for thy labor, Montjoy.
- Go bid thy master well advise himself.
- If we may pass, we will; if we be hind’red,
- We shall your tawny ground with your red blood
- Discolor; and so, Montjoy, fare you well.
- The sum of all our answer is but this:
- We would not seek a battle as we are,
- Nor, as we are, we say we will not shun it.
- So tell your master.
- I shall deliver so. Thanks to your Highness.
Duke of Gloucester164
- I hope they will not come upon us now.
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- We are in God’s hand, brother, not in theirs.
- March to the bridge, it now draws toward night;
- Beyond the river we’ll encamp ourselves,
- And on tomorrow bid them march away.