The Life of King Henry the Fifth

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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 vallant
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 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'
aunchient
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 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 beseech'd, 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 heard 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 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. Ah! that's a foul fault. [A parley sounded]
GOWER. The town sounds a parley.