HEN. Yes.

PIST.

Tell him I'll knock his leek about his pate

Upon Saint Davy's day.

K. HEN. Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, lest he knock that about yours.

PIST. Art thou his friend?

K. HEN. And his kinsman too.

PIST. The figo for thee then!

K. HEN. I thank you. God be with you!

PIST. My name is Pistol call'd.

 

Exit.

 

K. HEN. It sorts well with your fierceness.

 

Manet King [to one side].

 

Enter Fluellen and Gower.

 

GOW. Captain Fluellen!

FLU. So! in the name of Jesu Christ, speak fewer. It is the greatest admiration in the universal world, when the true and aunchient prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not kept. If you would take the pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the Great, you shall find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle taddle nor pibble babble in Pompey's camp. I warrant you, you shall find the ceremonies of the wars, and the cares of it, and the forms of it, and the sobriety of it, and the modesty of it, to be otherwise.

GOW. Why, the enemy is loud, you hear him all night.

FLU. If the enemy is an ass and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an ass and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, in your own conscience now?

GOW. I will speak lower.

FLU. I pray you, and beseech you, that you will.

 

Exit [with Gower].

 

K. HEN.

Though it appear a little out of fashion,

There is much care and valor in this Welshman.

 

Enter three soldiers, John Bates, Alexander Court, and Michael Williams.

 

COURT. Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks yonder?

BATES. I think it be; but we have no great cause to desire the approach of day.

WILL. We see yonder the beginning of the day, but I think we shall never see the end of it. Who goes there?

K. HEN. A friend.

WILL.