Tucket.Enter MONTJOY
MONTJOY.Once more I come to know of thee,King Harry,If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,Before thy most assured overthrow;For certainly thou art so near the gulf Thou needs must be englutted.Besides,in mercy,The constable desires thee thou wilt mind Thy followers of repentance,that their souls May make a peaceful and a sweet retire From off these fields,where,wretches,their poor bodies Must lie and fester.KING HENRY.Who hath sent thee now?MONTJOY.The Constable of France.KING HENRY.I pray thee bear my former answer
back:Bid them achieve me,and then sell my bones.Good God!why should they mock poor fellows thus?The man that once did sell the lion's skin While the beast liv'd was kill'd with hunting him.A many of our bodies shall no doubt Find native graves;upon the which,I trust,Shall witness live in brass of this day's work.And those that leave their valiant bones in France,Dying like men,though buried in your dunghills,They shall be fam'd;for there the sun shall greet them And draw their honours reeking up to heaven,Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime,The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France.Mark then abounding valour in our English,That,being dead,like to the bullet's grazing Break out into a second course of mischief,Killing in relapse of mortality.Let me speak proudly:tell the Constable We are but warriors for the working-day;Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirch'd With rainy marching in the painful field;There's not a piece of feather in our host-Good argument,I hope,we will not fly-And time hath worn us into slovenry.But,by the mass,our hearts are in the trim;And my poor soldiers tell me yet ere night They'll be in fresher robes,or they will pluck The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers'heads And turn them out of service.If they do this-As,if God please,they shall-my ransom then Will soon be levied.Herald,save thou thy labour;Come thou no more for ransom,gentle herald;They shall have none,I swear,but these my joints;Which if they have,as I will leave 'em them,Shall yield them little,tell the Constable.MONTJOY.I shall,King Harry.And so fare thee well:Thou never shalt hear herald any more.Exit KING HENRY.I fear thou wilt once more come again for a ransom.
Enter the DUKE OF YORK
YORK.My lord,most humbly on my knee I beg The leading of the vaward.KING HENRY.Take it,brave York.Now,soldiers,march away;And how thou pleasest,God,dispose the day!Exeunt
SCENE IV.The field of battle
Alarum.Excursions.Enter FRENCH SOLDIER,PISTOL,and BOY PISTOL.Yield,cur!FRENCH SOLDIER.Je pense que vous etes le
gentilhomme de bonne qualite.PISTOL.Cality!Calen o custure me!Art thou a gentleman?What is thy name?Discuss.FRENCH SOLDIER.O Seigneur Dieu!PISTOL.O,Signieur Dew should be a gentleman.Perpend my words,O Signieur Dew,and mark:O Signieur Dew,thou diest on point of fox,Except,O Signieur,thou do give to me Egregious ransom.FRENCH SOLDIER.O,prenez misericorde;ayez pitie de moi!PISTOL.Moy shall not serve;I will have forty moys;Or I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat In drops of crimson blood.FRENCH SOLDIER.Est-il impossible d'echapper la force de ton bras?PISTOL.Brass,cur?Thou damned and luxurious mountain-goat,Offer'st me brass?FRENCH SOLDIER.O,pardonnez-moi!PISTOL.Say'st thou me so?Is that a ton of moys?Come hither,boy;ask me this slave in French What is his name.BOY.Ecoutez:comment etes-vous appele?FRENCH SOLDIER.Monsieur le Fer.BOY.He says his name is Master Fer.PISTOL.Master Fer!I'll fer him,and firk him,and ferret him-discuss the same in French unto him.BOY.I do not know the French for fer,and ferret,and firk.PISTOL.Bid him prepare;for I will cut his throat.FRENCH SOLDIER.Que dit-il,monsieur?BOY.Il me commande a vous dire que vous faites vous pret;car ce soldat ici est dispose tout a cette heure de couper votre gorge.PISTOL.Owy,cuppele gorge,permafoy!Peasant,unless thou give me crowns,brave crowns;Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.FRENCH SOLDIER.O,je vous supplie,pour l'amour de Dieu,me pardonner!Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison.Gardez ma vie,et je vous donnerai deux cents ecus.PISTOL.What are his words?BOY.He prays you to save his life;he is a gentleman of a good house,and for his ransom he will give you two hundred crowns.PISTOL.Tell him my fury shall abate,and I The crowns will take.FRENCH SOLDIER.Petit monsieur,que dit-il?BOY.Encore qu'il est contre son jurement de pardonner aucun prisonnier,neamnoins,pour les ecus que vous l'avez promis,il est content a vous donner la liberte,le franchisement.FRENCH
SOLDIER.Sur mes genoux je vous donne mille remercimens;et je m'estime heureux que je suis tombe entre les mains d'un chevalier,je pense,le plus brave,vaillant,et tres distingue seigneur d'Angleterre.PISTOL.Expound unto me,boy.BOY.He gives you,upon his knees,a thousand thanks;and he esteems himself happy that he hath fall'n into the hands of one-as he thinks-the most brave,valorous,and thrice-worthy signieur of England.PISTOL.As I suck blood,I will some mercy show.Follow me.Exit BOY.Suivez-vous le grand capitaine.Exit FRENCH SOLDIER I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart;but the saying is true-the empty vessel makes the greatest sound.Bardolph and Nym had ten times more valour than this roaring devil i'th'old play,that every one may pare his nails with a wooden dagger;and they are both hang'd;and so would this be,if he durst steal anything adventurously.I must stay with the lackeys,with the luggage of our camp.The French might have a good prey of us,if he knew of it;for there is none to guard it but boys.Exit