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another's pocket, to put into mine; for it is plain pocketing up
wrongs. I must leave them, and seek some better service : their villany goes against my weak stomach, and therefore I must cast it up.
Re-enter FLUELLEN, GOWER following. Gow. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines : the duke of Gloster would speak with you.
Flu. 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 dight 1 himself four yards under the countermines : by Cheshu, I think, 'a will plow up all, if there is not better directions.
Gow. The duke of Gloster, to whom the order of the siege is given, is altogether directed by an Irisliman ; a very valiant gentleman, i' faith.
Flu. It is captain Macmorris, is it not?
Flu. By Cheshu, he is an ass, as in the 'orld : I will verify as much in his peard : 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 and Jamy, at a distance. Gow. Here 'a comes; and the Scots captain, captain Jamy, with him.
Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous gentleman, that is certain ; and of great expedition, and knowlege in the ancient wars, upon my particular knowlege of his directions : by Cheshu, he will maintain his argument as well as any military man in the 'orld, in the disciplines of the pristine wars of the Romans.
Jamy. I say, gud-day, captain Fluellen.
Flu. God-den1 to your worship, goot captain Jamy.
Gow. How now, captain Macmorris ? have you quit the mines ? have the pioneers given o'er?
Mac. By Chrish la, tish ill done; the work ish give over, the trumpet sound the retreat. By my hand, I swear, and by 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!
Flu. Captain Macmorris, I peseech 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.
i Good even.
Jamy. It sall be very gud, gud feith, gud captains bath : and I sall quit you 1 with gud leve, as I may pick occasion; that sall I, marry.
Mac. 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 dis
The town is beseeched, and the trumpet calls us to the breach ; and we talk, and, by 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'
Jamy. By the mess, ere theise eyes of mine take themselves to slumber, aile do gude service, or aile ligge i' the grund for it; ay, or go to death ; and aile pay it as valorously as I may, that sal I surely do, that is the breff and the long. Mary, I wad full fain heard some question 'tween you tway.
Flu. Captain Macmorris, I think, look you, un. der your correction, there is not many of your nationMac. 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?
Flu. 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 goot a man as yourself, both in the disciplines of wars, and in the derivation of my birth, and in other particularities.
Mac. I do not know you so good a man as myself: : so Chrish save me, I will cut off your head.
Gow. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.
Jamy. Au! that's a foul fault. [a parley sounded. Gow. The town sounds a parley.
Flu. 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.
The same. Before the gates of Harfleur.
English Forces below. Enter KING HENRY and his