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Alençon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy;
Con. This becomes the great.
Dau. Not so, I do beseech your majesty.
Fr. King. Be patient, for you shall remain with us.. Now, forth, lord constable, and princes all; And quickly bring us word of England's fall. [Exeunt.
SCENE VI.-- The English Camp in Picardy.
Enter Gower and FLUELLEN. Gow. How now, captain Fluellen? come you from the bridge ?
Flu. I assure you, there is very excellent service committed at the pridge? 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, and my livings, and my uttermost powers: he is not, (God be praised, and plessed !) any hurt in the 'orld; but keeps the pridge most valiantly, with excellent discipline. There is an ensign there at the pridge, I think, in my very conscience, he is as valiant as Mark Antony; and he is a man of no estimation in the 'orld: but I did see him do gallant service. Gow. What do you call him? Flu. He is called—ancient Pistol. Gow. I know him not.
Pist. Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours :
Flu. Ay, I praise Got: and I have merited some love at his hands.
Pist. Bardolph, a soldier, firm and sound of heart, Of buxom valour, hath,—by cruel fate,
And giddy fortune's furious fickle wheel,
Flu. By your patience, ancient Pistol. Fortune is painted plind, with a muffler before her eyes, to signify to you that fortune is plind: 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 variations, and mutabilities : and her foot, look you, is fixed upon a spherical stone, which rolls, and rolls, and rolls ;-In good truth, the poet is make a most excellent description of fortune: fortune, look you, is an excellent moral.
Pist. Fortune is Bardolph's foe, and frowns on him; For he hath stolen a pir, 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 pix 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.
Flu. Ancient Pistol, I do partly understand your meaning.
Pist. Why then rejoice therefore.
Flu. Certainly, ancient, it is not a thing to rejoice at: for if, look you, he were my brother, I would desire the duke to use his goot pleasure, and put him to executions; for disciplines ought to be used.
Pist. Die and be damn'd; and figo for thy friendship!
Pist. The fig of Spain !
[Exit Pistol. 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 utter'd as prave 'ords 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 war
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 such fellows are perfect in 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 you must learn to know such slanders of the age, or else you may be marvellous mistook.
Flu. I tell you what, captain Gower;—I do perceive, he is not the man that he would gladly make show to the 'orld 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.
Enter King Henry, Gloster, and Soldiers, Flu. Got 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, very 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 of fire; and his lips plows 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 and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.
Tucket sounds. Enter MONTJOY,