Before Harfleur.
 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 plainsong of it.

Pistol	The plainsong is most just, for humours do abound.
	Knocks go and come, God's vassals drop and die;

	[Sings.]	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.

Pistol	And I.
	[Sings.]	If wishes would prevail with me,
				My purpose should not fail with me,
					But thither would I hie.

Boy	[Sings.]		As duly,
					But not as truly,
				As bird doth sing on bough.

                             Enter FLUELLEN.

Fluellen	Up to the breach, you dogs! Avaunt, you cullions!
													[Driving them on.

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.

Nym	These be good humours! Your honour wins bad humours.
												[Exeunt all but the BOY.

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 the 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 
	anything, and call it purchase. Bardolph stole a lute-
	case, bore it twelve leagues, and sold it for three 
	halfpence. 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 villainy goes 
	against my weak stomach, and therefore I must cast it up.
													[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, th' athversary, you may discuss 
	unto the duke, look you, is digged himself, four yard 
	under, the countermines. By Cheshu, I think a' will plow 
	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. He has no more directions in the 
	true disciplines of the wars, look you, of the Roman 
	disciplines, than is a puppy-dog.

                Enter Captain MACMORRIS and Captain JAMY.

Gower	Here a' comes; and the Scots captain, Captain Jamy, with 
	him.

Fluellen	Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous gentleman, that is 
	certain, and of great expedition and knowledge in th' 
	aunchiant 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.

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, 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 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 captens 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 I'll lig i'th' grund for 
	it, ay, or go to death; and I'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.

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 is 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	Ah, that's a foul fault.
													[A parley.
Gower	The town sounds a parley.

Fluellen	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.
