But freshly looks, and overbears attaint,1
With cheerful semblance, and sweet majesty ;
That every wretch, pining and pale before,
Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks.
A largess universal, like the sun,

His liberal eye doth give to every one,
Thawing cold fear. Then, mean and gentle all,
Behold, as may unworthiness define,

A little touch of Harry in the night:
And so our scene must to the battle fly;
Where (O for pity!) we shall much disgrace,-
With four or five most vile and ragged foils,
Right ill disposed, in brawl ridiculous,—
The name of Agincourt. Yet sit and see,
Minding true things, by what their mockeries be.

[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,
Would men observingly distil it out;

For our bad neighbor makes us early stirrers,

1 Weariness.

2 Calling to remembrance.

Which is both healthful, and good husbandry :
Besides, they are our outward consciences,
And preachers to us all; admonishing,

That we should 'dress 1 us fairly for our end.
Thus may we gather honey from the weed,
And make a moral of the devil himself.

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 2 and fresh legerity.3
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.

Glos. We shall, my liege.

1 Address, i. e. prepare.

[Exeunt Gloster and Bedford.

2 Slough is the skin which serpents annually throw off. 3 Lightness, nimbleness.

Erp. Shall I attend your grace?

K. Hen. No, my good knight; Go with my brothers to my lords of England:

I and my bosom must debate awhile,

And then I would no other company.

Harry!

Erp. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble [Exit Erpingham. K. Hen. God-a-mercy, old heart! thou speakest

cheerfully.

Enter PISTOL.

Pis. Qui va là?

K. Hen. A friend.

Pis. Discuss unto me: art thou officer;
Or art thou base, common, and popular?
K. Hen. I am a gentleman of a company.
Pis. Trailest thou the puissant pike?
K. Hen. Even so. What are you?

Pis. As good a gentleman as the emperor.

K. Hen. Then you are a better than the king.

Pis. The king's a bawcock, and a heart of gold, A lad of life, an imp1 of fame;

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.

Pis. Le Roy! a Cornish name: art thou of Cornish crew?

1 Child.

K. Hen. No, I am a Welshman.

- Pis. Knowest thou Fluellen?

K. Hen. Yes.

Pis. 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.

Pis. Art thou his friend?

K. Hen. And his kinsman too.

Pis. The figo for thee then!

God be with you!

[Exit.

K. Hen. I thank you.
Pis. My name is Pistol called.

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.

Flu. I pray you and beseech

you, that you will. [Exeunt Gower and Fluellen.

K. Hen. Though it appear a little out of fashion, There is much care and valor 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.

Wil. We see yonder the beginning of the day, but, I think, we shall never see the end of it.Who goes there?

K. Hen. A friend.

Wil. Under what captain serve you?

K. Hen. Under sir Thomas Erpingham. Wil. A good old commander, and a most kind gentleman. I pray you, what thinks he of our

estate?

K. Hen. Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that look to be washed off the next tide.

Bates. He hath not told his thought to the king? K. Hen. No; nor it is not meet he should: for, though I speak it to you, I think the king is but a man, as I am: the violet smells to him, as it doth the element.shows to him, as it doth to me;

to me;