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the greatest sound. Bardolph, and Nym, had ten times more valour than this roaring devil i’the old play, that every one may pare his nails with a wooden dagger; and they are both hanged; and so would this be, if he durst steal any thing 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.
SCENE V.-- Another Part of the Field of Battle.
Alarums. Enter Dauphin, ORLEANS, BOURBON, Con
stable, RAMBURES, and Others. Con. O diable ? Orl. O seigneur !-le jour est perdu, tout est perdu!
Dau. Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes.-O meschante fortune ! Do not run away.
[A short Alarum. Con. Why, all our ranks are broke.
Dau. O perdurable shame!-let's stab ourselves. Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for?
Orl. Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?
Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but shame! Let us die instant : Once more back again; And he that will not follow Bourbon now, Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand, Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door, Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog, His fairest daughter is contaminate.
Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now!
Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives
Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field,
Biur. The devil take order now ! I'll to the throng; Let life be short; else, shame will be too long.
SCENE VI.-- Another Part of the Field.
Alarums. Enter King Henry and Forces ; Exeter,
and Others. K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant country
But all's not done, yet keep the French the field.
jesty. K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle ? thrice, within this
Exe. In which array, (brave soldier,) doth he lie,
My soul shall thine keep company to heaven:
K. Hen. I blame you not;
SCENE VII.- Another Part of the Field.
Alarums. Enter FLUELLEN and Gower. Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage ! 'tis expressly against the law of arms : 'tis as arrant a piece of knave
ry, mark you now, as can be offered, in the 'orld: In your conscience now, is it not ?
Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive: and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the battle, have done this slaughter: besides, they have burned and carried away all that was in the king's tent; wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. 0, 'tis a gallant king!
Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain Gower: What call you the town's name where Alexander the pig was born ?
Gow. Alexander the great.
Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? The pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the phrase is a little variations.
Gow. I think, Alexander the great was born in Macedon; his father was called— Philip of Macedon, as I take it.
Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where Alexander is porn. I tell you, captain,-If you look in the maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations, look you,
is both alike. There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth : it is called Wye, at Monmouth ; but it is out of my prains, what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis so like as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both. If you mark Alexander's life well, Harry of Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent well; for there is figures in all things. Alexander (God knows, and you know,) in his rages, and his furies, and his wraths,
and his cholers, and his moods, and his displeasures, and his indignations, and also being a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and his angers, look you, kill his pest friend, Clytus.
Gow. Our king is not like him in that; he never killed any of his friends.
Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and finished. I speak but in the figures and comparisons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, being in his ales and his cups ; so also Harry Monmouth, being in his right wits and his goot judgments, is turn away the fat knight with the great pelly doublet: he was full of jests, and gipes, and kņaveries, and mocks; I am forget his name.
Gow. Sir John Falstaff.
Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there is goot men born at Monmouth.
Gow. Here comes his majesty.
Alarum. Enter King Henry, with a Part of the English
K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to France