K. Hen. (C.) How now, Fluellen! cam’st thou from the bridge?
Flu. Ay, so please your majesty. The duke of Exeter has very gallantly maintained the pridge: the French has gone off, look you; and there is gallant and most prave passages: Marry, th’athversary was have possession of the pridge; but he is enforced to retire, and the duke of Exeter is master of the pridge: I can tell your majesty, the duke is a prave man.
K. Hen. What men have you lost, Fluellen?
Flu. The perdition of th’athversary hath been very great, very reasonable great: marry, for my part, I think the duke hath lost never a man, but one that is like to be executed for robbing a church, one Bardolph, if your majesty knows the man: his face is all bubukles,[14] and whelks,[15] and knobs, and flames of fire: and his lips plows at his nose, and it is like a coal of fire, sometimes plue, and sometimes red; but his nose is executed, and his fire’s out.[16]
K. Hen. We would have all such offenders so cut off.
Trumpet sounds without, R.
Enter Montjoy and Attendants, R.H.
Mont. uncovers and kneels. You know me by my habit.[17]
K. Hen. Well, then, I know thee: What shall I know of thee?
Mont. My master’s mind.