• Enter NYM, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, and BOY

    BARDOLPH

    On, on, on, on, on! To the breach, to the breach!

    NYM

    Pray thee, corporal, stay. The knocks are too hot, and, for mine own part, I have not a case of lives. The humor of it is too hot; that is the very plainsong of it.

    PISTOL

    5“The plainsong” is most just, for humors do abound.
    (sings)
       Knocks go and come. God’s vassals drop and die,
       And sword and shield
       In bloody field
       Doth win immortal fame.

    BOY

    Would I were in an alehouse in London! I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety.

    PISTOL

    And I.
    10 (sings)
       If wishes would prevail with me,
       My purpose should not fail with me,
       But thither would I hie.

    BOY

    (sings)
       As duly,
       But not as truly,
       As bird doth sing on bough.
    Enter FLUELLEN

    FLUELLEN

    Up to the breach, you dogs! Avaunt, you cullions!
  • NYM, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, and the BOY enter.

    BARDOLPH

    On, on, on, on, on! To the breach, to the breach!

    NYM

    Please, corporal, stop! The fighting is too violent. Speaking for myself, I only have one life, not dozens. Too violent! That’s just how it is, the plain truth of it.

    PISTOL

    The plain truth doesn’t lie. You can see how it is all around. Fighting comes and goes, God’s loyal servants drop and die. (he sings)
       And sword and shield
       In bloody field
       Will win immortal fame.

    BOY

    I wish I were in an alehouse in London! I would give all my glory for a mug of ale and safety.

    PISTOL

    Me too. (he sings)
       If wishes could avail me,
       My purpose would not fail me,
       It’s there that I would go.

    BOY

    (singing)
       As surely but more poorly
       Than birds sing on the bough.
    FLUELLEN enters.

    FLUELLEN

    Up to the breach, you dogs! Go! Get a move on, you scrotems!