The same.
[Enter NYM, BARDOLPH,
PISTOL, and Boy]
BARDOLPH On, on, on, on, on!
to the breach, to the breach!
NYM Pray thee, corporal, stay: the knocks are too hot;
and, for mine own part, I have not a case of lives:
the humour of it is too hot, that is the very
plain-song of it.
PISTOL Knocks go and come;
God’s vassals drop and die;
And sword and shield,
In bloody field,
Doth win immortal fame.
Boy Would I were in an alehouse in London!
I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
[Enter FLUELLEN]
FLUELLEN Up to the breach,
you dogs! avaunt, you cullions!
[Driving them forward]
PISTOL 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!
[Exit]
[Re-enter FLUELLEN,
GOWER following]
GOWER Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to
the mines; the Duke of Gloucester would speak with you.
FLUELLEN 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,
the athversary, you may discuss unto the duke, look
you, is digt himself four yard under the
countermines: by Cheshu, I think a’ will plough up
all, if there is not better directions.
GOWER 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.
FLUELLEN It is Captain Macmorris, is it not?
GOWER I think it be.
FLUELLEN By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the world:
I will verify as much in his beard: be has no more
directions in the true disciplines of the wars, look
you, of the Roman disciplines, than is a puppy-dog.
[Enter MACMORRIS
and Captain JAMY]
GOWER Here a’ comes; and the Scots captain,
Captain Jamy, with him.
FLUELLEN Captain Jamy is a marvellous falourous
gentleman, that is certain; and of great expedition
and knowledge in th’ aunchient wars.
JAMY I say gud-day, Captain Fluellen.
FLUELLEN God-den to your worship, good Captain James.
GOWER How now, Captain Macmorris! have you quit
the mines? have the pioneers given o’er?
MACMORRIS 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,
tish ill done; by my hand, tish ill done!
FLUELLEN Captain Macmorris, I beseech you now, will
you voutsafe me, look you, a few disputations with you,
partly to satisfy my opinion, and partly for the satisfaction,
look you, of my mind, as touching the direction of
the military discipline; that is the point.
JAMY It sall be vary gud, gud feith, gud captains bath:
and I sall quit you with gud leve, as I may pick
occasion; that sall I, marry.
MACMORRIS 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, la!
JAMY 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 valourously as I may, that sall I suerly do,
that is the breff and the long.
FLUELLEN Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, under
your correction, there is not many of your nation–
MACMORRIS 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?
FLUELLEN 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 particularities.
MACMORRIS I do not know you so good a man as myself:
so Chrish save me, I will cut off your head.
GOWER Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.
JAMY A! that’s a foul fault.
[A parley sounded]
GOWER The town sounds a parley.
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