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The hum of either army stilly sounds,
stilly sounds,] i. e. gently, lowly.
the other's umber'd face:) Umber'd means here discoloured by the gleam of the fires. Umber is a dark yellow earth, brought from Umbria in Italy, which, being mixed with water, produces such a dusky yellow colour as the gleam of fire by night gives to the countenance. sorer -- lusty -] j. e. over-saucy.
Do the low-rated English play at dice;] i. e. do play them away at dice.
And calls them-brothers, friends, and country
Upon his royal face there is no note,
The English Camp at Agincourt, Enter King Henry, BEDFORD, and GLOSTER. K. Hen. Gloster, 'tis true, that we are in great
danger; The greater therefore should our courage be.Good morrow, brother Bedford.God Almighty! There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Minding true things,] To mind is the same as to call to remembrance.
Would men observingly distil it out;
Enter ERPINGHAM. Good morrow, old sir Thomas Erpingham: A good soft pillow for that good white head Were better than a churlish turf of France. Erp. Not so, my liege; this lodging likes me
better, Since I may say—now lie I like a king. K. Hen. 'Tis good for men to love their present
pains, Upon example; so the spirit is eased: And, when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt, The organs, though defunct and dead before, Break up their drowsy grave, and newly move With casted slough and fresh legerity.” Lend me thy cloak, sir Thomas.—Brothers both, Commend me to the princes in our camp; Do my good morrow to them; and, anon, Desire them all to my pavilion. Glo. We shall, my liege.
[Exeunt GLOSTER and BedFORD. Erp. Shall I attend your grace? K. Hen.
No, my good knight; Go with my brothers to my lords of England:
* With casted slough, &c.] Slough is the skin which the serpent annually throws off, and by the change of which he is supposed to regain new vigour and fresh youth. Legerity is lightness, nimbleness. Johnson.
I and my bosom must debate a while,
The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble
[Exit ERPINGHAM. K. Hen. God-a-mercy, old heart! thou speakest
Pist. Discuss unto me; Art thou officer?
K. Hen. I am a gentleman of a company.
Pist. The king's a bawcock, and a heart of gold,
K. Hen. Harry le Roy.
Pist. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate, Upon Saint Davy's day.
K. Hen. Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, lest he knock that about yours.
Pist. Art thou his friend?
[Exit. K. Hen. It sorts: well with your fierceness.
Enter Fluellen and Gower, severally. Gow. Captain Fluellen!
Flu. So! in the name of Cheshu Christ, speak lower. It is the greatest admiration in the universal 'orld, when the true and auncient prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not kept : if you would take the pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the Great, you shall find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle taddle, or pibble pabble, in Pompey's camp; I warrant you, you shall find the ceremonies of the wars, and the cares of it, and the forms of it, and the sobriety of it, and the modesty of it, to be otherwise.
Gow. Why, the enemy is loud; you heard him all night.
Flu. If the enemy is an ass and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an ass, and a fool, and a prating coxcomb; in your own conscience now?
Gow. I will speak lower.
will. [Exeunt Gower and Fluellen. K. Hen. Though it appear a little out of fashion, There is much care and valour in this Welshman.
Enter Bates, Court, and Williams. Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks yonder ?
Bates. I think it be: but we have no great cause to desire the approach of day.
Will. We see yonder the beginning of the day, but, I think, we shall never see the end of it.-Who
It sorts-] i. e. it agrees.