Henry V Page #2

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Tennis balls, my liege.

We are glad the Dauphin

is so pleasant with us.

His present and your pains

we thank you for.

When we have matched

our rackets to these balls,

we will in France,

by God's grace,

play a set shall strike his

father's crown into the hazard.

And we understand him well,

how he comes o'er us

with our wilder days,

not measuring what use

we made of them.

But tell the Dauphin

I will keep my state,

be like a king and show

my sail of greatness...

when I do rouse me

in my throne of France.

And tell the pleasant prince

this mock of his...

hath turned his balls

to gunstones,

and his soul

shall stand sore charged...

for the wasteful vengeance

that shall fly with them.

For many a thousand widows

shall this his mock,

mock out of

their dear husbands,

mock mothers from their sons,

mock castles down.

And some are yet ungotten

and unborn...

that shall have cause

to curse the Dauphin's scorn.

So get you hence in peace,

and tell the Dauphin...

his jest... will savor

but of shallow wit...

when thousands weep

more than did laugh at it.

Convey them with safe conduct.

Fare you well.

This was a merry message.

We hope to make the sender

blush at it.

Therefore, my lords,

omit no happy hour...

that may give furtherance

to our expedition.

For we have now no thought

in us but France,

save those to God

that run before our business.

Therefore, let every man

now task his thought...

that this fair action

may on foot be brought.

Now all the youth of

England are on fire...

and silken dalliance

in the wardrobe lies.

For now sits expectation

in the air...

and hides a sword,

from hilts unto the point,

with crowns imperial,

crowns and coronets...

promised to Harry and his followers.

Well met, Corporal Nym.

Good morrow,

Lieutenant Bardolph.

What, are you and Ancient Pistol friends yet?

For my part, I care not.

I say little,

but when time shall serve,

there shall be smiles.

But that shall be as it may.

Come, I will bestow a breakfast

to make you friends,

and we'll be all three

sworn brothers to France.

- Let it be so, good corporal.

- I will do as I may.

It is certain, corporal, that Ancient

Pistol is married to Nell quickly.

For certainly she did you wrong,

for you were betrothed to her.

How now, mine host Pistol?

Base tyke!

Callest thou me host?

Now, by this hand,

I swear I scorn the term!

Nor shall my Nell

keep lodgers!

No, by my troth,

not long.

For we can't lodge or board

a dozen or 14 gentlewomen...

who live honestly

by the prick of their needles,

but it shall be thought

we keep a bawdy house straight.

- Pish!

- Pish for thee, Iceland dog!

Good Corporal Nym,

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