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William Aldis Wright [1863–1866], The works of William Shakespeare edited by William George Clark... and John Glover [and William Aldis Wright] (Macmillan and Co., London) [word count] [S10701].
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Scene VI. [Footnote: The English camp in Picardy. note Enter Gower and Fluellen, meeting. note

Gow.

How now, Captain Fluellen! come you from the bridge?

-- 543 --

Flu.

I assure you, there is very excellent services note committed at the bridge.

Gow.

Is the Duke of Exeter safe?

Flu.

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 note, and my living note, and my uttermost power note: he is not—God be praised and blessed!—any hurt in the world; but keeps note the bridge most valiantly, with excellent discipline. There is an aunchient lieutenant there note 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. note

Gow.

What do you call him?

Flu.

He is called Aunchient Pistol.

Gow.

I know him not.

Enter Pistol.

Flu.

Here is note the man.

note

Pist.
Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours:
The Duke of Exeter doth love thee well.

Flu.

Ay, I praise God; and I have merited some love at his hands.

Pist.
Bardolph, a soldier, firm and sound of heart,
And of note buxom valour, hath, by cruel fate,

-- 544 --

And giddy Fortune's furious fickle wheel, note
That goddess blind,
That stands upon the rolling restless stone— note note

Flu.

By your patience, Aunchient Pistol. Fortune is painted blind, note with a muffler afore her note 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 note: 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 note description of it: Fortune is note an excellent moral.

Pist.
Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him;
For he hath stolen a pax note, and hanged must a' be:
A note 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 note 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. note

Flu.

Aunchient Pistol, I do partly understand your meaning.

Pist.

Why then, rejoice therefore.

Flu.

Certainly, aunchient, it is not a thing to rejoice at: for if, look you, he were my brother, I would desire the

-- 545 --

duke to use his good pleasure, and put him to execution; for discipline note ought to be used.

Pist.

Die and be damn'd! and figo note for thy friendship!

Flu.

It is well.

Pist.

The fig of Spain!

[Exit.

Flu.

Very good.

Gow.

Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal; I remember him now; a bawd, a cutpurse.

Flu.

I'll assure you, a' note 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.

Gow.

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 note such fellows are perfect note in the note 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 note in the note phrase of war, which they trick up with new-tuned note oaths: and what a beard of the general's cut and a horrid suit note of the camp will do among foaming bottles and ale-washed wits, is wonderful to be thought on. But you must learn to know such slanders of the age, or else you may be marvellously mistook.

Flu.

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 note.] Hark you, the king is coming, and I must speak with him from the pridge note.

-- 546 --

Drum and Colours. note Enter note King Henry, Gloucester, and Soldiers. note

God pless your majesty!

K. Hen.

How now, Fluellen! camest thou from the bridge?

Flu.

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.

K. Hen.

What men have you lost, Fluellen?

Flu.

The perdition of th' athversary hath been very great, reasonable note great: marry, for my part, I think the duke hath lost never a man, but one that is like to be note executed for robbing a church, one Bardolph, if your majesty know the man: his face is all bubukles note, and whelks, and knobs, and flames o' fire note: 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.

K. Hen.

We would have all such offenders so cut off: and we give express charge, that in our marches through the 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 note and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner. note

Tucket. Enter Montjoy.

Mont.

You know me by my habit.

-- 547 --

K. Hen.

Well then I know thee: what shall I know of thee?

Mont.

My master's mind.

K. Hen.

Unfold it.

Mont.

Thus says my king: Say thou to Harry of England: Though we seemed dead, we did note 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 note, 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 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. note

K. Hen.

What is thy name? I know thy quality.

Mont.

Montjoy.

K. Hen.
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;
Who when they were in health note, I tell thee, herald,
I thought upon one pair of English legs

-- 548 --


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 note
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 note, as we are, we say we will not shun it:
So tell your master.

Mont.
I shall deliver so. Thanks to your highness.
[Exit. note

Glou.
I hope they will not come upon us now.

K. Hen.
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. note
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William Aldis Wright [1863–1866], The works of William Shakespeare edited by William George Clark... and John Glover [and William Aldis Wright] (Macmillan and Co., London) [word count] [S10701].
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