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The same.

On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the breach!

Pray thee, corporal, stay: the knocks
are too hot; and for mine own part, I have
not a case of lives: the humor of it is too hot,
that is the very plain-song of it.

The plain-song is most just; for humors do abound:

Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop and die;

And sword and shield,

In bloody field,

Doth win immortal fame.

Would I were in an alehouse in London!
I would give all my fame for a pot of
ale and safety.

And I:

If wishes would prevail with me,

My purpose should not fail with me,

But thither would I hie.

As duly, but not as truly, (20)

As bird doth sing on bough. Enter FLUELLEN.

Up to the breach, you dogs! avaunt,
you cullions! [Driving them forward.

Be merciful, great duke, to men of mould.

Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage,

Abate thy rage, great duke!

Good bawcock, bate thy rage; use lenity, sweet chuck!

These be good humors! your honor wins bad humours. [Exeunt all but Boy.

As young as I am, I have observed
these three swashers. I am boy to them all
three: but all they three, though they would
serve me, could not be man to me; for indeed
three such antics do not amount to a man.
For Bardolph, he is white-livered and red-
faced; by the means whereof a' faces it out,
but fights not. For Pistol, he hath a killing
tongue and a quiet sword; by means
whereof a' breaks words, and keeps whole
weapons. For Nym, he hath heard that men
of few words are the best men; and therefore
he scorns to say his prayers, lest a' should be
thought a coward: but his few bad words are
matched with as few good deeds; for a' never
broke any man's head but his own, and that
was against a post when he was drunk. They
will steal any thing, and call it a purchase.
Bardolph stole a lute-case, bore it twelve
leagues, and sold it for three half pence. Nym
and Bardolph are sworn brothers in filching,
and in Calais they stole a fire-shovel: I knew
by that piece of service the men would carry
coals. They would have me as familiar with
men's pockets as their gloves or their handkerchers:
which makes much against my
manhood, if I should take from another's
pocket to put into mine; for it is plain pocketing
up of wrongs. I must leave them, and
seek some better service: their villany goes
against my weak stomach, and therefore I
must cast it up. [Exit. Re-enter FLUELLEN, GOWER following.

Captain Fluellen, you must come
presently to the mines; the Duke of Gloucester (60)
would speak with you.

To the mines! tell you the duke, it is
not so good to come to the mines; for, look
you, the mines is not according to the disciplines
of the war: the concavities of it is not
sufficient; for, look you, th' athversary, you
may discuss unto the duke, look you, is digt
himself four yard under the countermines: by
Cheshu, I think a' will plow up all, if there is
not better directions.

The Duke of Gloucester, to whom
the order of the siege is given, is altogether
directed by an Irishman, a very valiant gentleman,
i' faith.

It is Captain Macmorris, is it not?

I think it be.

By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the
world: I will verify as much in his beard: he
has no more directions in the true disciplines
of the wars, look you, of the Roman disciplines,
than is a puppy-dog. Enter MACMORRIS cnd Captain JAMY.

Here a' comes; and the Scots captain. (80)
Captain Jamy, with him.

Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous
gentleman, that is certain; and of great expedition
and knowledge in th' aunchient wars,
upon my particular knowledge of his directions:
by Cheshu, he will maintain his argument
as well as any military man in the
world, in the disciplines of the pristine wars
of the Romans.

I say gud-day, Captain Fluellen. (90)

God-den to your worship, good Captain James.

How now, Captain Macmorris! have
you quit the mines? have the pioners given

By Chrish, la! tish ill done: the
work ish give over, the trompet sound the retreat.
By my hand, I swear, and my father's
soul, the work ish ill done; it ish give over:
I would have blowed up the town, so Chrish
save me, la! in an hour: O, tish ill done, (99)
tish ill done; by my hand, tish ill done!

Captain Macmorris, I beseech you
now, will you voutsafe me, look you, a few
disputations with you, as partly touching or
concerning the disciplines of the war, the
Roman wars, in the way of argument, look
you, and friendly communication; partly to
satisfy my opinion and party for the satisfaction,
look you, of my mind, as touching the
direction of the military discipline; that is the

It sall be very gud, gud feith, gud
captains bath: and I sall quit you with gud
leve, as I may pick occasion; that sall I,

It is no time to discourse, so Chrish
save me: the day is hot, and the weather, and
the wars, and the king, and the dukes: it is no
time to discourse. The town is beseeched, and
the trumpet call us to the breach; and we talk,
and, be Chrish, do nothing: 'tis shame for
us all: so God sa' me, 'tis shame to stand
still; it is shame, by my hand: and there is
throats to be cut, and works to be done;
and there ish nothing done, so Chrish sa' me,

By the mess, ere theise eyes of
mine take themselves to slomber, ay'll de gud
service, or ay'll lig i' the grund for it; ay, or
go to death; and ay'll pay't as valorously as
I may, that sall I suerly do, that is the breff
and the long. Marry, I wad full fain hear
some question 'tween you tway.

Captain Macmorris, I think, look you,
under your correction, there is not many of (131)
your nation--

Of my nation! What ish my nation?
Ish a villain, and a bastard, and a knave, and
a rascal--What ish my nation? Who talks
of my nation?

Look you, if you take the matter
otherwise than is meant, Captain Macmorris,
peradventure I shall think you do not use me
with that affability as in discretion you ought
to use me, look you; being as good a man as
yourself, both in the disciplines of war, and in
the derivation of my birth, and in other

I do not know you so good a man as
myself: so Chrish save me, I will cut off
your head.

Gentlemen both, you will mistake
each other.

A! that's a foul fault. [A parley sounded. (149)

The town sounds a parley.

Captain Macmorris, when there is
more better opportunity to be required, look
you, I will be so bold as to tell you I know
the disciplines of war; and there is an end. [Exeunt.

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