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Gods plud up to the breaches You rascals , will you not up to the breaches? By Jesus the excel ̄ to service continued ̄ mitted at y e bridge. The duke of Exeter is a ma ̄ whom I love, & I honour, And I worship, with my soul, and my heart, and my life, And my lands and my livings, And my uttermost powers. The Duke is look you, God be praised and pleased for it, no harm in the worell. He is maintain the bridge very gallently: there is and Ensign There, I do not know how you call him, but by Jesus I think He is as valiant a man as Mark Anthony, he does maintain the bridge most gallantly: yet he is a man of no reckoning: But I did see him do gallant service. His name is ancient Pistol. Do you not know him, here comes the man. I, and I praise God I have merited some love at his hands. By your patience ancient Pistol, Fortune, look you is painted, Plind with a mufler before her eyes, To signify to you, that Fortune is plind: And she is moreover painted with a wheel, Which is the moral that Fortune is turning, And inconstant, and variation; and mutabilities: And her fate is fixed at a spherical stone Which rolls, and rolls, and rolls: Surely the Poet is make and exelle ̄ to descriptio ̄ of Fortune. Fortune look you is and excellent moral. Captain Pistol, I partly understand your meaning. Certainly Ancient Pistol, 'tis not a thing to rejoice at, For if he were my own brother, I would wish the Duke To do his pleasure, and put him to executions: for look you, Disciplines ought to be kept, they ought to be kept. That is good. That is very well. By Jesus heeis utter as brave words upon the bridge As you shall desire to see in a summer's day, but its all one, What he hath said to me, look you, is all one. Certain captain Gower, it is not the man, look you, That I did take him to be: but when time shall serve, I shall tell him a little of my desires: here comes his Majesty. I and it shall please your Majesty, There is excellent service at the bridge. And it shall please your Majesty, The partition of the adversary hath be great, Very reasonably great: but for our own parts, Like you now, I think we have lost never a man, unless it be one For robbing of a church, one Bardolf, if your Majesty Know the man, his face is full of whelks and knubs, And pumples, and his breath blows at his nose Like a coal, sometime read, sometime plew: But God be praised, now his nose is executed, & his fire out. In the name of Jesu speak lewer. It is the greatest folly in the worell, when the ancient Prerogatives of the wars be not kept. I warrant you, if you look into the wars of the Romans, You shall find no tittle tattle, nor bible babble there: But you shall find the cares, and the fears, And the ceremonies, to be otherwise. Gods sollud, if the enemy be and Ass & a Fool, And a prating cocks-come, is it meet that we be also a fool, And a prating cocks-come, in your conscience now? I beseech you do, good Captain Gower. Gods plud kill the boys and the lugyge, 'Tis the arrants piece of knavery as can be desired, In the worell now, in your conscience now. I he was born at Monmorth. Captain Gower, what call you the place where Alexander the big was born? Why I pray, is nat big great? As if I say, big or great, or magnanimous, I hope it is all one reckoning, Save the frase is a little variation. I think it was Macedon indeed where Alexander Was born: look you captain Gower, And if you look into the maps of the worell well, You shall find little difference between Macedon and Monmorth. Look you, there is A River in Macedon, and there is also a River In Monmorth, the Rivers name at Monmorth, Is called Wye. But 'tis out of my brain, what is the name of the other: But 'tis all one, 'tis so Like, as my fingers is to my fingers, And there is Salmons in both. Look you captain Gower, and you mark it, You shall find our King is come after Alexander. God knows, and you know, that Alexander in his Bowls, and his alles, and his wrath, and his displeasures. And indignations, was kill his friend Clitus. Look you, 'tis not well done to take the tale out Of a men mouth, ere it is made and end and finished: I speak in the comparisons, as Alexander is kill His friend Clitus : so our King being in his ripe Wits and judgements, is turn away, the fat knite With the great belly double: I am forget his name. I, I think it is Sir John Falstaff indeed, I can tell you, theres good men born at Monmorth. Your grandfather of famous memory, If your grace be remembered, Is do good service in France. Your Majesty says very true. And it please your Majesty, The Wealchmen there was do good service, In a garden where Leeks did grow. And I think your Majesty will take no scorn, To wear a Leak in your cap upon S. Davies day. All the water in Wye will not wash your wealch Blood out of you, God keep it, and preserve it, To his graces will and pleasure. By Jesus I am your Majesties countryman: I care not who know it, so long as your majesty is and honest man. You fellow come to the king. And if he be as good a gentleman as Lucifer And Belzebub, and the devil himself, 'Tis meet he keep his vow. Captain Gower is a good Captain: And hath good littrature in the wars. I will and it shall please your majesty. Captain Gower, in the name of Jesu, Come to his Majesty, there is more good towards you, Then you can dream off. I know the the glove is a glove. Good plut, and his. Captain Gower stand away: I'll give treason his endue presently. And it shall please your Majesty, Here is the notablest piece of treason come to light, As you shall desire to see in a summer's day. Here is a rascal, beggarly rascal, is strike the glove, Which your Majesty took out of the helmet of Alonson: And your Majesty will bear me witness, and testimony, And avouchment, that this is the glove. Your Majesty hears, under your Majesties Manhood, what a beggarly lousy knave it is. Let his neck answer it, If there be any marshals law in the worell. By Jesus, the fellow hath mettle enough In his belly Hark you soldier, there is a shilling for you, And keep your self out of brawls & brabbles, & dissentio ̄ S, And look you, it shall be the better for you. Why 'tis a good shilling man. Why should you be queamish? Your shoes are not so good: It will serve you to mend your shoes. Is it lawful, and it please your Majesty, To tell how many is killed? Yes in my conscience, he did us great good. There is occasion Captain Gower, Look you why, and wherefore, The other day look you, Pistols Which you know is a man of no merits In the worell, is come where I was the other day, And brings, bred and salt, and bids me Eat my Leek: it in a place, look you, Where I could move no dissensions: But if I can see him, I shall tell him, A little of my desires. 'Tis no matter for his swelling, and his turkecocks, God plesse you Ancient Pistol, you scall, Beggarly, lousy knave, God plesse you. Ancient Pistol. I would desire you because It does not agree with your stomach, and your appetite, And your digestions, to eat this Leek. There is one goat for you Ancient Pistol. I, I know I shall die, mean time, I would Desire you to live and eat this Leek. Astonished him, by Jesu, I'll beat his head Four days, and four nights, but I'll Make him eat some partly of my Leek. I out of question or doubt, or ambiguities You must bite. I Leeks are good, Ancient Pistol. There is a shilling for you to heal your bloody coxkome. If you will not take it, I have and other Leek for you. If I owe you any thing, isle pay you in cudgels, You shall be a woodmonger, And by cudgels, God bwy you, Ancient Pistol, God bless you, And heal your broken pate. Ancient Pistol, if you see Leeks and other time. Mock at them, that is all: God bwy you. Look you, tell the Duke it is not so good To come to the mines: the concuaueties is otherwise, You may discuss to the Duke, the enemy is dug Himself five yards under the countermines: By Jesus I think heel blow up all If there be no better direction. Captain Gour, cannot you hear it lighten & thunder? Your majesty does me as great a favour As can be desired in the hearts of his subjects. I would see that man now that should challenge this glove: And it please God of his grace. I would but see him, That is all. Captain Gower is my friend. And if it Like your majesty, I know him very well. And it please your majesty, 'tis lawful he keep his vow. If he be perjured once, he is as arrant a beggarly knave, As treads upon too black shues.