Con. You must first go your self to hazard, e'er you have them. Dan. 'Tis Mid-night, I'll go arm my felf. Con. I think he will eat all he kills. [Exit Orl. By the white Hand of my Lady, he's a gallant Prince. Con. Swear by her Foot, that she may tread out the Oath. Orl. He is fimply the most active Gentleman of France. Con. Nor will do none to morrow; he will keep that good Name ftill. Orl. I know him to be valiant. Con. I was told that, by one that knows him better than you. Orl. What's he? Con. Marry, he told me so himself, and he said he car'd not who knew it. Orl. He needs not, it is no hidden Virtue in him. Con. By my Faith, Sir, but it is; never any body faw it, but his Lacquey; 'tis a hooded Valour, and when it ap. pears, it will abate. Orl. Ill-will never faid well. Con. I will cap that Proverb with, There is Flattery in Friendship. Orl. And I will take up that with, Give the Devil his due. Con. Well plac'd; there ftands your Friend for the Devil; have at the very Eye of that Proverb with, A Pox of the Devil. Orl. You are the better at Proverbs, by how much a Fool's Bolt is foon fhot. Con. You have fhot over. Orl. 'Tis not the first time you were over-fhot. Enter a Meffenger. Meff. My Lord high Conftable, the English lye within fifteen hundred Paces of your Tents. Çon. Who hath measur'd the Ground? Mell Mell. The Lord Grandpree. Con. A valiant and most expert Gentleman. Would it were day. Alas poor Harry of England; he longs not for the Dawning, as we do. Orl. What a wretched and peevish Fellow is this King of England, to mope with his fat-brain'd Followers fo far out of his knowledge. Con. If the English had any apprehenfion, they would run away. Orl. That they lack; for if their Heads had any intelle&tual Armour, they could never wear any fuch heavy Headpieces. Ram. That Inland of England breeds very valiant Creatures; their Maftiffs are of unmatchable Courage. Orl. Foolish Curs, that run winking into the Mouth of a Ruffian Bear, and have their Heads crush'd like rotten Ap-. ples; you may as well fay, that's a valiant Flea, that dare to eat his breakfast on the Lip of a Lior. Con. Juft, juft; and the Men do fympathize with the Maftiffs, in robuftious and rough coming on, leaving their Wits with their Wives; and then give them great Meals of Beef, and Iron and Steel; they will eat like Wolves, and fight like Devils. Orl. Ay, but thefe English are fhrewdly out of Beef. Con. Then fhall we find to morrow, they have only Stomachs to eat, and none to fight. Now is it time to arm; come, fhall we about it? Orl. It is now two a Clock; but let me fee, by ten We shall have each a hundred Englishmen. [Exeunt. No A CT III. SCENE I. Enter Chorus. entertain Conjecture of a time, When creeping Murmur and the poring Dark Fills the wide Veffel of the Universe. From Camp to Camp, through the foul Womb of Night, The The Hum of either Army ftilly founds, Give dreadful Note of Preparation. The Country Cocks do crow, the Clocks do towl; The Mornings Danger: and their gefture fad, So many horrid Ghofts. O now who will behold Walking from Watch to Watch, from Tent to Tent, His liberal Eye doth give to every one, Behold, Behold, as may Unworthiness define, Enter King Henry, Bedford, and Gloucefter. [Exit. K. Henry. Glofter, 'tis true that we are in great danger, greater therefore fhould our Courage be. The Good morrow, Brother Bedford: God Almighty, For our bad Neighbour makes us early Stirrers, Enter Erpingham, Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham: 1 Erping. Not fo my Liege, this Lodging likes me better, Since I may fay, now lye I like a King. K. King. 'Tis good for Men to love their prefent pain, Upon Example, fo the Spirit is eased: And when the Mind is quickned, out of doubt Glo. We fhall, my Liege. Erping. Shall I attend your Grace? Go with my Brothers to my Lords of England: I and my Bofom muft debate a while, Erp. The Lord in Heaven bless thee, noble Harry. [Exeunt. K. Henry. God a mercy, old Heart, thou fpeak'ft chearfully. Pift. Qui va la? K. Henry. A Friend. Enter Pistol. Pift. Difcufs unto me, art thou Officer, or art thou base, common and popular? K. Henry. I am a Gentleman of a Company. K. Henry. Even fo: What are you? Pift. As good a Gentleman as the Emperor. Pift. The King's a Bawcock, and a Heart of Gold, a Lad of Life, an Imp of Fame, of Parents good, of Fift most valiant: I kifs his dirty Shooe, and from Heart-ftring I love the lovely Bully. What is thy Name? K. Henry. Harry le Roy. Pift. Le Roy! a Cornish Name: Art thou of Cornish Crew? K. Henry. No, I am a Welchman. Pift. Know'st thou Fluellen? K. Henry. Yes. Bift. Tell him I'll knock his Leek about his Pate upon St. David's day. K. Henry. Do not you wear your Dagger in your Cap that day, left he knock that about yours. Pift. Art thou his Friend? K. Henry. And his Kinsman too. K. Henry. I thank you: God be with you. Pift. My name is Piftol call'd. K. Henry. It forts well with your fierceness. [Exit. [Manet King Henry. Enter Fluellen and Gower. Gow. Captain Fluellen. Flu. So, in the Name of Jefu Chrift, fpeak fewer: It is the greatest admiration in the univerfal World, 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 |