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- $Unique_ID{SSP02765}
- $Title{King Henry V: Act III, Scene VI}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*02750.txt}
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- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
-
- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
-
- KING HENRY V
-
-
- ACT III
- ................................................................................
-
-
- SCENE VI: The English camp in Picardy.
- . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
-
- {Enter GOWER and FLUELLEN, meeting.}
-
- GOWER: How now, Captain Fluellen! come you from the
- bridge?
-
- FLUELLEN: I assure you, there is very excellent services
- committed at the bridge.
-
- GOWER: Is the Duke of Exeter safe?
-
- FLUELLEN: The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Agamemnon;
- and a man that I love and honour with my soul, and my
- heart, and my duty, and my life, and my living, and
- my uttermost power: he is not-God be praised and
- blessed!--any hurt in the world; but keeps the 10
- 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 did see him do as
- gallant service.
-
- GOWER: What do you call him?
-
- FLUELLEN: He is called Aunchient Pistol.
-
- GOWER: I know him not.
-
- {Enter PISTOL.}
-
- FLUELLEN: Here is the man. 20
-
- PISTOL: Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours:
- The Duke of Exeter doth love thee well.
-
- FLUELLEN: Ay, I praise God; and I have merited some love at
- his hands.
-
- PISTOL: Bardolph, a soldier, firm and sound of heart,
- And of buxom valour, hath, by cruel fate,
- And giddy Fortune's furious fickle wheel,
- That goddess blind,
- That stands upon the rolling restless stone--
-
- FLUELLEN: By your patience, Aunchient Pistol. Fortune is 30
- painted blind, with a muffler afore her 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 moral.
-
- PISTOL: Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him; 40
- For he hath stolen a pax, and hanged must a' be:
- A damned death!
- Let gallows gape for dog; let man go free
- And let not hemp his wind-pipe 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. 50
-
- FLUELLEN: Aunchient Pistol, I do partly understand your
- meaning.
-
- PISTOL: Why then, rejoice therefore.
-
- FLUELLEN: 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.
-
- PISTOL: Die and be damn'd! and figo for thy friendship!
-
- FLUELLEN: It is well.
-
- PISTOL: The fig of Spain! 60
-
- [Exit.]
-
- FLUELLEN: Very good.
-
- GOWER: Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal; I
- remember him now; a bawd, a cutpurse.
-
- FLUELLEN: I'll assure you, a' uttered as brave words at the
- bridge 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.
-
- GOWER: 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 70
- fellows are perfect 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 disgraced, what terms the enemy stood on;
- and this they con perfectly in the phrase of war,
- which they trick up with new-tuned oaths: and what
- a beard of the general's cut and a horrid suit of
- the camp will do among foaming bottles and
- ale-washed wits, is wonderful to be thought on. But 80
- you must learn to know such slanders of the age, or
- else you may be marvellously mistook.
-
- FLUELLEN: 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 colours. Enter KING HENRY, GLOUCESTER, and
- Soldiers.}
-
- God pless your majesty!
-
- KING HENRY V: How now, Fluellen! camest thou from the bridge? 90
-
- FLUELLEN: Ay, so please your majesty. The Duke of Exeter has
- very gallantly maintained 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 man.
-
- KING HENRY V: What men have you lost, Fluellen?
-
- FLUELLEN: The perdition of th' athversary hath been very 100
- 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 o'
- 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.
-
- KING HENRY V: We would have all such offenders so cut off: and we
- give express charge, that in our marches through the 110
- country, there be nothing compelled from the
- villages, nothing taken but paid for, none of the
- French upbraided or abused in disdainful language;
- for when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the
- gentler gamester is the soonest winner.
-
- {Tucket. Enter MONTJOY.}
-
- MONTJOY: You know me by my habit.
-
- KING HENRY V: Well then I know thee: what shall I know of thee?
-
- MONTJOY: My master's mind.
-
- KING HENRY V: Unfold it.
-
- MONTJOY: Thus says my king: Say thou to Harry of England: 120
- Though we seemed dead, we did but sleep: advantage
- is a better soldier than rashness. Tell him we
- could have rebuked 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 130
- weight to re-answer, his pettiness would bow under.
- For our losses, his exchequer is too poor; for the
- 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 betrayed his
- followers, whose condemnation is pronounced. So far
- my king and master; so much my office.
-
- KING HENRY V: What is thy name? I know thy quality. 140
-
- MONTJOY: Montjoy.
-
- KING HENRY V: 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 Calais
- 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 lessened, and those few I have
- Almost no better than so many French; 150
- 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 neighbour 160
- Stand in our way. There's for thy labour, Montjoy.
- Go bid thy master well advise himself:
- If we may pass, we will; if we be hinder'd,
- We shall your tawny ground with your red blood
- Discolour: 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.
-
- MONTJOY: I shall deliver so. Thanks to your highness. 170
-
- [Exit.]
-
- GLOUCESTER: I hope they will not come upon us now.
-
- KING HENRY V: 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 to-morrow, bid them march away.
-
- [Exeunt.]
-