What say you? will you yield, and this avoid, Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd? GOVERNOR Our expectation hath this day an end:
The Dauphin, whom of succors we entreated, Returns us that his powers are yet not ready To raise so great a siege. Therefore, great king, We yield our town and lives to thy soft mercy.
Enter our gates; dispose of us and ours;
For we no longer are defensible. KING HENRY V Open your gates. Come, uncle Exeter, Go you and enter Harfleur; there remain, And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French:
Use mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle, The winter coming on and sickness growing Upon our soldiers, we will retire to Calais.
To-night in Harfleur we will be your guest;To-morrow for the march are we addrest.
Flourish. The King and his train enter the town SCENE IV. The FRENCH KING's palace. Enter KATHARINE and ALICE KATHARINE Alice, tu as ete en Angleterre, et tu parles bien le langage. ALICE Un peu, madame. KATHARINE Je te prie, m'enseignez: il faut que j'apprenne a parler. Comment appelez-vous la main en Anglois? ALICE La main? elle est appelee de hand. KATHARINE De hand. Et les doigts? ALICE Les doigts? ma foi, j'oublie les doigts;mais je me souviendrai. Les doigts? je pense qu'ils sont appeles de fingres; oui, de fingres. KATHARINE La main, de hand; les doigts, de fingres.
Je pense que je suis le bon ecolier; j'ai gagne deux mots d'Anglois vitement. Comment appelez-vous les ongles? ALICE Les ongles? nous les appelons de nails. KATHARINE De nails. Ecoutez; dites-moi, si je parle bien: de hand, de fingres, et de nails. ALICE C'est bien dit, madame; il est fort bon Anglois. KATHARINE Dites-moi l'Anglois pour le bras. ALICE De arm, madame. KATHARINE Et le coude? ALICE De elbow. KATHARINE De elbow. Je m'en fais la repetition de tous les mots que vous m'avez appris des a present. ALICE Il est trop difficile, madame, comme je pense. KATHARINE Excusez-moi, Alice; ecoutez: de hand, de fingres, de nails, de arma, de bilbow. ALICE De elbow, madame. KATHARINE O Seigneur Dieu, je m'en oublie! de elbow.
Comment appelez-vous le col? ALICE De neck, madame. KATHARINE De nick. Et le menton? ALICE De chin. KATHARINE De sin. Le col, de nick; de menton, de sin. ALICE Oui. Sauf votre honneur, en verite, vous prononcez les mots aussi droit que les natifs d'Angleterre. KATHARINE Je ne doute point d'apprendre, par la grace de Dieu, et en peu de temps. ALICE N'avez vous pas deja oublie ce que je vous ai enseigne? KATHARINE Non, je reciterai a vous promptement:
de hand, de fingres, de mails-- ALICE De nails, madame. KATHARINE De nails, de arm, de ilbow. ALICE Sauf votre honneur, de elbow. KATHARINE Ainsi dis-je; de elbow, de nick, et de sin. Comment appelez-vous le pied et la robe? ALICE De foot, madame; et de coun. KATHARINE De foot et de coun! O Seigneur Dieu! ce sont mots de son mauvais, corruptible, gros, et impudique, et non pour les dames d'honneur d'user: je ne voudrais prononcer ces mots devant les seigneurs de France pour tout le monde. Foh! le foot et le coun!
Neanmoins, je reciterai une autre fois ma lecon ensemble: de hand, de fingres, de nails, de arm, de elbow, de nick, de sin, de foot, de coun. ALICE Excellent, madame! KATHARINE C'est assez pour une fois: allons-nous a diner.
Exeunt SCENE V. The same. Enter the KING OF FRANCE, the DAUPHIN, the DUKE oF BOURBON, the Constable Of France, and others KING OF FRANCE 'Tis certain he hath pass'd the river Somme. Constable And if he be not fought withal, my lord, Let us not live in France; let us quit all And give our vineyards to a barbarous people. DAUPHIN O Dieu vivant! shall a few sprays of us, The emptying of our fathers' luxury, Our scions, put in wild and savage stock, Spirt up so suddenly into the clouds, And overlook their grafters? BOURBON Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards!
Mort de ma vie! if they march along Unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom, To buy a slobbery and a dirty farm In that nook-shotten isle of Albion. Constable Dieu de batailles! where have they this mettle?
Is not their climate foggy, raw and dull, On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale, Killing their fruit with frowns? Can sodden water, A drench for sur-rein'd jades, their barley-broth, Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?
And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine, Seem frosty? O, for honour of our land, Let us not hang like roping icicles Upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frosty people Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields!
Poor we may call them in their native lords. DAUPHIN By faith and honour, Our madams mock at us, and plainly say Our mettle is bred out and they will give Their bodies to the lust of English youth To new-store France with bastard warriors. BOURBON They bid us to the English dancing-schools, And teach lavoltas high and swift corantos;Saying our grace is only in our heels, And that we are most lofty runaways. KING OF FRANCE Where is Montjoy the herald? speed him hence:
Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.
Up, princes! and, with spirit of honour edged More sharper than your swords, hie to the field:
Charles Delabreth, high constable of France;You Dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berri, Alencon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy;Jaques Chatillon, Rambures, Vaudemont, Beaumont, Grandpre, Roussi, and Fauconberg, Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois;High dukes, great princes, barons, lords and knights, For your great seats now quit you of great shames.
Bar Harry England, that sweeps through our land With pennons painted in the blood of Harfleur:
Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow Upon the valleys, whose low vassal seat The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon:
Go down upon him, you have power enough, And in a captive chariot into Rouen Bring him our prisoner. Constable This becomes the great.
