Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
King. What men haue you lost, Fluellen?
Flu. Flu.
Flu. The perdition of th'athuersarie hath beene very great, reasonnable great: marry for my part, I thinke the Duke hath lost neuer a man, but one that is like to be exe- cuted for robbing a Church, one Bardolph, if your Maie- stie know the man: his face is all bubukles and whelkes, and knobs, and flames a fire, and his lippes blowes at his nose, and it is like a coale of fire, sometimes plew, and sometimes red, but his nose is executed, and his fire's out.
King. King.
King. Wee would haue all such offendors so cut off: and we giue expresse charge, that in our Marches through the Countrey, there be nothing compell'd from the Vil- lages; nothing taken, but pay'd for: none of the French vpbrayded or abused in disdainefull Language; for when Leuitie and Crueltie play for a Kingdome, the gentler Gamester is the soonest winner.
King. Tucket.
King. Enter Mountioy.
Mountioy. Mountioy.
Mountioy. You know me by my habit.
King. Well then, I know thee: what shall I know of thee?
Mountioy. My Masters mind.
King. Vnfold it.
Mountioy. Thus sayes my King: Say thou to Harry of England, Though we seem'd dead, we did but sleepe: Aduantage is a better Souldier then rashnesse. Tell him, wee could haue rebuk'd him at Harflewe, but that wee thought not good to bruise an iniurie, till it were full ripe. Now wee speake vpon our Q. and our voyce is im- periall; England shall repent his folly, see his weake- nesse, and admire our sufferance. Bid him therefore con- sider of his ransome, which must proportion the losses we haue borne, the subiects we haue lost, the disgrace we haue digested; which in weight to re-answer, his petti- nesse would bow vnder. For our losses, his Exchequer is too poore; for th'effusion of our bloud, the Muster of his Kingdome too faint a number; and for our disgrace, his owne person kneeling at our feet, but a weake and worth- lesse satisfaction. To this adde defiance: and tell him for conclusion, he hath betrayed his followers, whose con- demnation is pronounc't: So farre my King and Master; so much my Office.
King. What is thy name? I know thy qualitie.
Mount. Mount.