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Or close the Wall vp with our English dead: I see you stand like Grey-hounds in the slips,

Straying vpon the Start. The Game's afoot: Follow your Spirit; and vpon this Charge,

Cry, God for Harry, England, and S. George.

Boy: Would I were in an Ale-house in London, I / would giue all my fame for a Pot of Ale, and safetie. Pistoll: And I: If wishes would preuayle with me, my / purpose should not fayle with me; but thither would I / high.

Enter Fluellen. Fluellen: Vp to the breach, you Dogges; auaunt you / Cullions.

Enter Gower. Gower: Captaine Fluellen, you must come presently to / the Mynes; the Duke of Gloucester would speake with / you. Fluellen: To the Mynes? Tell you the Duke, it is not so / [125] good to come to the Mynes: for looke you, the Mynes / is not according to the disciplines of the Warre; the concauities / of it is not sufficient: for looke you, th'athuersarie, / you may discusse vnto the Duke, looke you, is digt / himselfe foure yard vnder the Countermines: by Cheshu, / I thinke a will plowe vp all, if there is not better directions. Gower: The Duke of Gloucester, to whom the Order / of the Siege is giuen, is altogether directed by an Irish / man, Here a comes, and the Scots Captaine, Captaine / Iamy, with him. Welch: Captaine Iamy is a maruellous falorous Gentleman, / that is certain, and of great expedition and knowledge / in th'aunchiant Warres, vpon my particular knowledge / of his directions: by Cheshu he will maintaine his / Argument as well as any Militarie man in the World, in / the disciplines of the Pristine Warres of the Romans. Gower: How now Captaine Mackmorrice, haue you / quit the Mynes? haue the Pioners giuen o're?

Irish: By Chrish Law tish ill done: the Worke ish / giue ouer, the Trompet sound the Retreat. By my Hand / I sweare, and my fathers Soule, the Worke ish ill done: / it ish giue ouer: I would haue blowed vp the Towne, / so Chrish saue me law, in an houre. O tish ill done, tish ill / done: by my Hand tish ill done.

Welch: Captaine Mackmorrice, I beseech you now, / will you voutsafe me, looke you, a few disputations with / you, as partly touching or concerning the disciplines of / the Warre, the Roman Warres, in the way of Argument, / looke you, and friendly communication: partly to satisfie / my Opinion, and partly for the satisfaction, looke you, of / my Mind: as touching the direction of the Militarie discipline, / that is the Point.

Scot: It sall be vary gud, gud feith, gud Captens bath, / and I sall quit you with gud leue, as I may pick occasion: / that sall I mary.

Irish: It is no time to discourse, so Chrish saue me: / the day is hot, and the Weather, and the Warres, and the / King, and the Dukes: it is no time to discourse, the Town / is beseech'd: and the Trumpet call vs to the breech, and / we talke, and be Chrish do nothing, tis shame for vs all: / so God sa'me 'tis shame to stand still, it is shame by my / hand: and there is Throats to be cut, and Workes to be / done, and there ish nothing done, so Christ sa'me law. Welch: Captaine Mackmorrice, I thinke, looke you, / vnder your correction, there is not many of your Nation.

Irish: Of my Nation? What ish my Nation? Ish a / Villaine, and a Basterd, and a Knaue, and a Rascall. What / ish my Nation? Who talkes of my Nation?

Welch: Looke you, if you take the matter otherwise / then is meant, Captaine Mackmorrice, peraduenture I / shall thinke you doe not vse me with that affabilitie, as in / discretion you ought to vse me, looke you, being as good / a man as your selfe, both in the disciplines of Warre, and / in the deriuation of my Birth, and in other particularities.

Irish: I doe not know you so good a man as my selfe: / so Chrish saue me, I will cut off your Head. /

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