The hum of either army stilly sounds, The secret whispers of each other's watch: Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, Sit patiently, and inly ruminate The morning's danger; and their gesture sad, So many horrid ghosts. O, now, who will behold Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, 6 7 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. overlusty-] i. 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 men. Upon his royal face there is no note, His liberal eye doth give to every one, [Exit, SCENE I. 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, 1 Minding true things,] To mind is the same as to call to remembrance. Would men observingly distil it out; For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Enter ERPINGHAM. Good morrow, old sir Thomas Erpingham: 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, Lend me thy cloak, sir Thomas.-Brothers both, 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, Erp. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry! K. Hen. God-a-mercy, old heart! thou speakest cheerfully. Pist. Qui va lá? Enter PISTOL. K. Hen. A friend. Pist. Discuss unto me; Art thou officer? Pist. As good a gentleman as the emperor. Of parents good, of fist most valiant: I kiss his dirty shoe, and from my heart-strings I love the lovely bully. What's thy name? K. Hen. Harry le Roy. 着 Pist. Le Roy! a Cornish name: art thou of Cornish crew? K. Hen. No, I am a Welshman. Pist. Knowest thou Fluellen. K. Hen. Yes. 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? K. Hen. And his kinsınan too. Pist. The figo for thee then! K. Hen. I thank you: God be with you! [Exit. K. Hen. It sorts3 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. you, that you 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 goes there? It sorts-] i. e. it agrees. |