[Exit.]
KING HENRY.
It sorts well with your fierceness.
Enter Fluellen and Gower.
GOWER.
Captain Fluellen!
FLUELLEN.
So! in the name of Jesu Christ, speak lower. It is the greatest admiration in the universal world, when the true and anchient prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not kept. If you would take the pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the Great, you shall find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle taddle nor pibble pabble in Pompey’s camp. I warrant you, you shall find the ceremonies of the wars, and the cares of it, and the forms of it, and the sobriety of it, and the modesty of it, to be otherwise.
GOWER.
Why, the enemy is loud; you hear him all night.
FLUELLEN.
If the enemy is an ass and a fool and a prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an ass and a fool and a prating coxcomb? In your own conscience, now?
GOWER.
I will speak lower.
FLUELLEN.
I pray you and beseech you that you will.
[Exeunt Gower and Fluellen.]