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One, Richard earl of Cambridge ; and the second,
SCENE I.—London. Eastchcap.
Enter, severally, Nym and BARDOLPH.
NYM. For my part, I care not: I say little; but when time shall serve, there shall be smiles ;—but that shall be as it may. I dare not fight, but I will wink, and hold out mine iron : it is a simple one, but what though? it will toast cheese, and it will endure cold as another man's sword will: and there's an end.
BARD. I will bestow a breakfast, to make you friends, and we'll. be all three sworn brothers to France: let it be so, good corporal Nym.
Nym. 'Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's the certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I will dod as I may: that is my rest, that is the rendezvous of it.
a Force a play.] So in the original. Possibly, however, an allusion is intended to the dumb-shows which of old preceded each act, and we should read :
" Linger your patience on; and we'll digest
The abuse of distance; foresce a play."
b And there's an end.] The quartos read, " And there's the humour of il."
4 die as I may.”
BARD. It is certain, corporal, that he is married to Nell Quickly: and, certainly, she did you wrong; for you were troth-plight to her.
NYM. I cannot tell; things must be as they may: men may sleep, and they may have their throats about them at that time; and, some say, knives have edges. It must be as it may: though patience be a tired mare, * yet she will plod. There must be conclusions :-well, I cannot tell.
BARD. Here comes ancient Pistol, and his wife :-good corporal, be patient here.-
Enter Pistol and Hostess.a How now, mine host Pistol !
PIST. Base tike, call'st thou me-host ? Now, by this hand, I swear I scorn the term ; Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.
Host. No, by my troth, not long: for we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen, that live honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will be thought we keep a bawdy-house straight. [NYM draws his sword.] 0 well-a-day, Lady, if he be not drawn!b now we shall see wilful adultery and murder committed.
BARD. Good lieutenant,--good corporal,-offer nothing here.
Pist. Pish for thee, Iceland dog !(1) thou prick-card cur of Iceland!
Host. Good corporal Nym, show thy valour, and put up your sword. Nym. Will you shog off? I would have you solus.
[Sheathing his svoril. Pist. Solus, egregious dog! ( viper vile! The solus in thy most marvellous face; The solus in thy teeth, and in thy throat, And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy ; And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth! I do retort the solus in thy bowels : For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up, And flashing fire will follow.
(*) First folio, name. a Hostess.] The old copies have “Quickly," but evidently through inadvertence, as she is always afterwards called “ Hostess," which, or “Mistress Pistol," is now her proper appellation.
bo well-a-day, Lady, if he be not drawn! now we shall see, &c.] In the folio, " if he be not herene now.” The correction was made by Theobald.
c Good lieutenant,-good corporal,-offer nothing here.] To obviate the inconsistency of Bardolph, himself the lieutenant, designating Pistoľ by that title, Capell prints, “ Good ancient," and Malone makes the sentence a part of the Hostess's speech. This, however, is not the only anomaly of the same kind. In the opening of the present scene, Nym addresses Bardolph as “lieutenant," while in Act III. Sc. 2, he calls him “corporal.” Again, in the Second Part of " Henry IV.” Act V. Sc. 5, Falstaff styles Pistol * lieutenant," though his military rank is only that of "ancient.” Whether these incongruities are the effect of design or inattention on Shakespeare's part, (they could hardly arise from carelessness in the printing office,) it is now, perhaps, impossible to determine; we prefer therefore to adhere to the old text.
# Pish!) In the quartos “ Push!” the older form of the same contemptuous exclamation. See note ), p. 213.
NYM. I am not Barbason; you cannot conjure me. I have an humour to knock you indifferently well: if you grow foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my rapier, as I may, in fair terms: if you would walk off, I would prick your guts a little, in good terms, as I may; and that's the humour of it.
Pist. O braggart vile, and damned furious wight! The grave doth gape, and doting death is near; Therefore exhale.
[PISTOL and Nym draw their swords. BARD. Hear me, hear me what I say :-he that strikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, as I am a soldier.
[Draws his sword. Pist. An oath of mickle might; and fury shall abate. Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give; Thy spirits are most tall.
Nym. I will cut thy throat, one time or other, in fair terms; that is the humour of it.
Pist. Coupe le gorge!
Enter the Boy. Boy. Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master,—and you,f hostess ;-he is very sick, and would to bed.-Good Bardolph, put thy nose between his sheets, and do the office of a warming-pan: 'faith, he's very ill.
BARD, Away, you rogue!
Host. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of these days: the king has killed his heart. Good husband, come home presently.
[Exeunt Hostess and Boy. BARD. Come, shall I make you two friends? We must to France together; why the devil should we keep knives to cut one another's throats?
Pist. Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food howl on!
[PISTOL and Nym draw their swords. BARD. By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I'll kill him ; by this sword, I will.
PIST. Sword is an oath ; and oaths must have their course.
BARD. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends; an thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me too. Pr’ythee, put up. (*) First folio, defy thee.
(t) First folio, your.
Nym. I shall have my eight shillings, I won of you at betting ?
PIST. A noble shalt thou have, and present pay;
NYM. I shall have my noble ?
Re-enter Hostess. Host. As ever you came f of women, come in quickly to sir John: ah, poor heart! he is so shaked of a burning quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him.
Nym. The king hath run bad humours on the knight, that's the even of it.
Pist. Nym, thou hast spoke the right; His heart is fracted, and corroborate.
NYM. The king is a good king, but it must be as it may; he passes some humours and careers.
PIST. Let us condole the knight, For, lambkins, we will live.
SCENE II.-Southampton. A Council Chamber.
Enter EXETER, BEDFORD, and WESTMORELAND.
WEST. How smooth and even they do bear themselves !
BED. The king hath note of all that they intend,
EXE. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow,
Lords, and Attendants.
(*) First folio, that.
(+) First folio, come. * Vym. I shall have my eight shillings, &c.] This speech is omitted in the folio. b Dull'd and cloy'd-] So the folio; the quartos read, “ cloy'd and grad d.”
Will cut their passage through the force of France,
SCROOP. No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best.
K. HEN. I doubt not that, since we are well persuaded,
CAM. Never was monarch better feard and lov’d,
GREY. True: those that were your father's enemies
K. HEN. We therefore have great cause of thankfulness,
SCROOP. So service shall with steeled sinews toil,
K. HEN. We judge no less.—Uncle of Exeter,
SCROOP. That's mercy, but too much security;
K. HEN. O, let us yet be merciful.
K. HEN. Alas, your too much love and care of me
I one, my lord ;
* And, on his more advice,–] This is variously interpreted. We believe it to mean, on his further representations,