Act 4 - Scene 7
Another part of the field.
Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER
Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis expressly
against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant a piece of
you now, as can be offer't; in your
conscience, now, is it not?
'Tis certain there's not a boy left alive; and the
cowardly rascals that ran from the battle ha' done
this slaughter: besides,
they have burned and
carried away all that was in the king's tent;
wherefore the king, most worthily, hath
soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a
Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, Captain Gower. What
call you the town's name where Alexander the Pig
Alexander the Great.
Why, I pray you, is not pig great? the pig, or the
great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the
are all one reckonings, save the phrase
is a little variations.
I think Alexander the Great was born in Macedon; his
father was called Philip of Macedon, as I take it.
I think it is in Macedon where Alexander is porn. I
tell you, captain, if you look in the maps of the
I warrant you sall find, in the comparisons
between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations,
you, is both alike. There is a river in
Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at
Monmouth: it is called
Wye at Monmouth; but it is
out of my prains what is the name of the other
river; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike
as my fingers is
to my fingers, and there is salmons in both. If you
mark Alexander's life well, Harry of
is come after it indifferent well; for there is
figures in all things. Alexander, God knows,
you know, in his rages, and his furies, and his
wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and his
and his indignations, and also being a
little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and
his angers, look
you, kill his best friend, Cleitus.
Our king is not like him in that: he never killed
any of his friends.
It is not well done, mark you now take the tales out
of my mouth, ere it is made and finished. I speak
in the figures and comparisons of it: as
Alexander killed his friend Cleitus, being in his
ales and his cups; so
also Harry Monmouth, being in
his right wits and his good judgments, turned away
the fat knight with the
great belly-doublet: he
was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and
mocks; I have forgot his name.
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