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The cronicle history of Henry the fift with his battell fought at Agin Court in France. Togither with Auntient Pistoll. As it hath bene sundry times playd by the Right honorable the Lord Chamberlaine his seruants.; Henry V
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Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
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Pist. Le Roy a Cornish man Art thou of Cornish crew Kin. No sir I am a Wealchman Pist. A Wealchman knowst thou Flewellen Kin. I sir he is my kinsman Pist. Art thou his friend Kin. I sir. Pist. Figa for thee then my name is Pistoll Kin. It sorts well with your fiercenesse Pist. Pistoll is my name Exit Pistoll Enter Gower and Flewellen Gour. Captaine Flewellen Flew In the name of Iesu speake lewer It is the greatest folly in the worell when the auncient Prerogatiues of the warres be not kept I warrant you if you looke into the warres of the Romanes You shall finde no tittle tattle nor bible bable there But you shall finde the cares and the feares And the ceremonies to be otherwise Gour. Why the enemy is loud you heard him all night Flew Godes sollud if the enemy be an Asse a Foole And a prating cocks-come is it meet that we be also a foole And a prating cocks-come in your conscience now Gour. I le speake lower Flew I beseech you do good Captaine Gower Exit Gower and Flewellen Kin. Tho it appeare a litle out of fashion Yet there 's much care in this Enter three Souldiers 1. Soul Is not that the morning yonder 2. Soul I we see the beginning God knowes whether we shall see the end or no. 3. Soul Well I thinke the king could wish himselfe Vp to the necke in the middle of the Thames And so I would he were at all aduentures and I with him Kin. Now masters god morrow what cheare 3. S. I faith small cheer some of vs is like to haue Ere this day ende Kin. Why fear nothing man the king is frolike 2. S. I he may be for he hath no such cause as we Kin. Nay say not so he is a man as we are The Violet smels to him as to vs Therefore if he see reasons he feares as we do 2. Sol. But the king hath a heauy reckoning to make If his cause be not good when all those soules Whose bodies shall be slaughtered here Shall ioyne together at the latter day And say I dyed at such a place Some swearing Some their wiues rawly left Some leauing their children poore behind them Now if his cause be bad I think it will be a greeuous matter to him King Why so you may say if a man send his seruant As Factor into another Countrey And he by any meanes miscarry You may say the businesse of the maister Was the author of his seruants misfortune Or if a sonne be imployd by his father And he fall into any leaud action you may say the father Was the author of his sonnes damnation But the master is not to answere for his seruants The father for his sonne nor the king for his subiects For they purpose not their deaths whē they craue their seruices Some there are that haue the gift of premeditated Murder on them Others the broken seale of Forgery in beguiling maydens Now if these outstrip the lawe Yet they cannot escape Gods punishment War is Gods Beadel War is Gods vengeance Euery mans seruice is the kings But euery mans soule is his owne Therfore I would haue euery souldier examine himselfe And wash euery moath out of his conscience That in so doing he may be the readier for death Or not dying why the time was well spent Wherein such preparation was made 3 Lord. Yfaith he saies true Euery mans fault on his owne head I would not haue the king answere for me Yet I intend to fight lustily for him King Well I heard the king he wold not be ransomde 2. L. I he said so to make v◠fight But when our throates be cut he may be ransomde And we neuer the wiser King If I liue to see that I le neuer trust his word againe 2. Sol. Mas you le pay him then t is a great displeasure That an elder gun can do against a cannon Or a subiect against a monarke You le nere take his word again your a nasse goe King Your reproofe is somewhat too bitter Were it not at this time I could be angry 2. Sol. Why let it be a quartell if thou wilt King How shall I know thee 2. Sol. Here is my gloue which if euer I see in thy hat I le challenge thee and strike thee Kin. Here is likewise another of mine And assure thee I le weare it 2. Sol. Thou dar'st as well be hangd 3. Sol. Be friends you fooles We haue French quarrels anow in hand We haue no need of English broyles Kin. T is no treason to cut French crownes For to morrow the king himselfe wil be a clipper Exit the souldiers Enter the King Gloster Epingam and Attendants K. O God of battels steele my souldiers harts Take from them now the sence of rekconing That the apposed multitudes which stand before them May not appall their courage O not to day not to day ô God Thinke on the fault my father made In compassing the crowne I Richards bodie haue interred new And on it hath bestowd more contrite teares Then from it issued forced drops of blood A hundred men haue I in yearly pay Which euery day their withered hands hold vp To heauen to pardon blood And I haue built two chanceries more wil I do Tho all that I can do is all too litle Enter Gloster Glost. My Lord. King My brother Glosters voyce Glost. My Lord the Army stayes vpon your presence King Stay Gloster stay and I will go with thee The day my friends and all things stayes for me Enter Clarence Gloster Exeter and Salisburie War My Lords the French are very strong Exe. There is fiue to one and yet they all are fresh War Of fighting men they haue full fortie thousand Sal. The oddes is all too great Farewell kind Lords Braue Clarence and my Lord of Gloster My Lord of Warwicke and to all farewell Clar. Farewell kind Lord fight valiantly to day And yet in truth I do thee wrong For thou art made on the true sparkes of honour Enter King War O would we had but ten thousand men Now at this instant that doth not worke in England King Whos 's that that wishes so my Cousen Warwick Gods will I would not loose the honour One man would share from me Not for my Kingdome No faith my Cousen wish not one man more Rather proclaime it presently through our campe That he that hath no stomacke to this feast Let him depart his pasport shall be 〈◊〉 And crownes for conuoy put into his purse We would not die in that mans company That feares his fellowship to die with vs. This day is called the day of Cryspin He that outliues this day and sees old age Shall stand a tiptoe when this day is named And rowse him at the name of Cryspin He that outliues this day and comes safe home Shall yearely on the vygill feast his friends And say to morrow is S. Cryspines day Then shall we
Gallia shake If we with thrice that power left at home Cannot defend our owne doore from the dogge Let vs be beaten and from henceforth lose The name of pollicy and hardinesse Ki. Call in the messenger sent frō the Dolphin And by your ayde the noble sinewes of our land France being ours wee le bring it to our awe Or breake it all in peeces Eyther our Chronicles shal with full mouth speak Freely of our acts Or else like toonglesse mutes Not worshipt with a paper Epitaph Enter Thambassadors from France Now are we well prepared to know the Dolphins pleasure For we heare your comming is from him Ambassa Pleaseth your Maiestie to giue vs leaue Freely to render what we haue in charge Or shall I sparingly shew a farre off The Dolphins pleasure and our Embassage King We are no tyrant but a Christian King To whom our spirit is as subiect As are our wretches fettered in our prisons Therefore freely and with vncurbed boldnesse Tell vs the Dolphins minde Ambas Then this in fine the Dolphin saith Whereas you clayme certaine Townes in France From your predecessor king Edward the third This he returnes He saith there 's nought in France that can be with a nimble Galliard wonne you cannot reuel into Dukedomes there Therefore he sendeth meeter for your study This tunne of treasure and in lieu of this Desires to let the Dukedomes that you craue Heare no more from you This the Dolphin saith King What treasure Vncle Exe. Tennis balles my Liege King We are glad the Dolphin is so pleasant with vs Your message and his present we accept When we haue matched our rackets to these balles We will by Gods grace play such a set Shall strike his fathers crowne into the hazard Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler That all the Courts of France shall be disturbd with chases And we vnderstand him well how he comes ore vs With our wilder dayes not measuring what vse we made of them We neuer valued this poore seate of England And therefore gaue our selues to barbarous licence As t is common seene that men are merriest when they are from home But tell the Dolphin we will keepe our state Be like a King mightie and commaund When we do rowse vs in throne of France For this haue we laid by our Maiestie And plodded lide a man for working dayes But we will rise there with so full of glory That we will dazell all the eyes of France I strike the Dolphin blinde to looke on vs And tell him this his mock hath turnd his balles to gun stones And his soule shall sit sore charge for the wastfull vengeance That shall flye from them For this his mocke Shall mocke many a wife out of their deare husbands Mocke mothers from their sonnes mocke Castles downe I some are yet vngotten and vnborne That shall haue cause to curse the Dolphins scorne But this lyes all within the will of God to whom we doo appeale And in whose name tel you the Dolphin we are com̄ing on To venge vs as we may and to put forth our hand In a rightfull cause so get you hence and tell your Prince His lest will sauour but of shallow wit When thousands weepe more then did laugh at it Conuey them with safe conduct see them hence Exe. This was a merry message King We hope to make the sender blush at it Therfore let our collectiō for the wars be soone prouided For God before wee ll check the Dolphin at his fathers doore Therefore let euery man now taske his thought That this faire action may on foote be brought Exeunt omnes Enter Nim and Bardolfe Bar. Godmorrow Corporall Nim. Nim. Godmorrow Lieftenant Bardolfe Bar. What is antient Pistoll and thee friends yet Nim. I cannot tell things must be as they may I dare not fight but I will winke and hold out mine Iron It is a simple one but what tho it will serue to toste cheese And it will endure cold as an other mans sword will And there 's the humor of it Bar. Yfaith mistresse quickly did thee great wrong For thou weart troth plight to her Nim. I must do as I may tho patience be a tyred mare Yet shee l plod and some say kniues haue edges And men may sleepe and haue their throtes about them At that time and there is the humour of it Bar. Come yfaith I le bestow a breakfast to make Pistoll And thee friendes What a plague should we carrie kniues To cut our owne throates Nim. Yfaith I le liue as long as I may that 's the certaine of it And when I cannot liue any longer I le do as I may And there 's my rest and the randeuous of it Enter Pistoll and Hostes Quickly his wife Bar. Godmorrow ancient Pistoll Here comes ancient Pistoll I prithee Nim be quiet Nim. How do you my Hoste Pist. Base slaue callest thou me hoste Now by gads lugges I sweare I scorne the title Nor shall my Nell keepe lodging Host. No by my troath not I For we cānot bed nor boord half a score honest gētlewomē That liue honestly by the prick of their needle But it is thought straight we keepe a bawdy-house O Lord heere 's Corporall Nims now shall We haue wilful adultry and murther committed Good Corporall Nim shew the valour of a man And put vp your sword Nim. Push Pist. What dost thou push thou prickeard cur of Iseland Nim. Will you shog off I would haue you solus Pist. Solus egregious dog that solus in thy throte And in thy lungs and which is worse within Thy mesfull mouth I do retort that solus in thy Bowels and in thy Iaw perdie for I can talke And Pistolls flashing firy cock is vp Nim. I am not Barbasom you cannot coniure me I haue an humour Pistoll to knock you indifferently well And you fall foule with me Pistoll I le scoure you with my Rapier in faire termes If you will walke off a little I le prick your guts a litle in good termes And there 's the humour of it Pist. O braggard vile and damned furious wight The Graue doth gape and groaning Death is neare therefore exall They drawe Bar. Heare me he that strikes the first blow I le kill him as I am a souldier Pist. An oath of mickle might and fury shall abate Nim. I le cut your throat at one time or an other in faire termes And there 's the humor of it Pist. Couple gorge is the word I thee defie agen A damned hound thinkst thou my spouse to get No to the powdering tub of infamy Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cresides kinde Doll Tear-sheete she by name and her espowse I haue and I will hold the quandom quickly For the onely she and Paco there it is inough Enter the Boy Boy Hostes you must come straight to my maister And you Host Pistoll Good Bardolfe Put thy nose betweene the sheetes and do the office