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GREY. And me, my royal sovereign.

K. HEN. Then, Richard earl of Cambridge, there is yours;-
There yours, lord Scroop of Masham ;-and, sir knight,
Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours:

Read them; and know, I know your worthiness.
My lord of Westmoreland, and uncle Exeter,

you

lose

We will aboard to-night. Why, how now, gentlemen!
What see you in those
that
papers,
So much complexion ?-look ye, how they change!
Their cheeks are paper.-Why, what read you there,
That hath so cowarded and chas'd
*

Out of appearance?

САМ.

your blood

I do confess my fault:

And do submit me to your highness' mercy.
GREY. SCROOP. To which we all appeal.

K. HEN. The mercy, that was quick in us but late,
By your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd:

You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy;
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms,

As dogs upon their masters, worrying you.
See you, my princes, and my noble peers,

These English monsters! My lord of Cambridge here,—
You know how apt our love was to accord
To furnish him with all appertinents
Belonging to his honour; and this man
Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspir'd,
And sworn unto the practices of France,
To kill us here in Hampton: to the which,
This knight,-no less for bounty bound to us

Than Cambridge is,-hath likewise sworn.-But, O!
What shall I say to thee, lord Scroop? thou cruel,
Ingrateful, savage, and inhuman creature!
Thou, that didst bear the key of all my counsels,
That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
That almost mightst have coined me into gold,
Wouldst thou have practis'd on me for thy use?
May it be possible, that foreign hire
Could out of thee extract one spark of evil,
That might annoy my finger? 't is so strange,
That, though the truth of it stands off as gross
As black from white, my eye will scarcely see it.
Treason and murder ever kept together,
As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose,
Working so grossly in a† natural cause,c
That admiration did not whoopt at them:
But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in

(†) First folio, an.

(*) First folio, have.
(1) First folio, hoope.
And me, my royal sovereign.] The folio has, " And I," &c. The quarto,

my lord."

Black from white,-] So the quartos. The folio has "black and white." e A natural cause,-] Cause was probably a misprint for course.

"And me,

Wonder, to wait on treason and on murder:
And whatsoever cunning fiend it was,
That wrought upon thee so preposterously,
Hath got the voice in hell for excellence;
And other devils that suggest by treasons,
Do botch and bungle up damnation

With patches, colours, and with forms being fetch'd
From glistering semblances of piety;

But he that temper'da thee, bade thee stand up,
Gave thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason,
Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.
If that same dæmon, that hath gull'd thee thus,
Should with his lion-gait walk the whole world,
He might return to vasty Tartarb back,
And tell the legions-I can never win
A soul so easy as that Englishman's.
O, how hast thou with jealousy infected
The sweetness of affiance!

Why, so didst thou.

Why, so didst thou.
Why, so didst thou.
Why, so didst thou.

c

Show men dutiful?
Seem they grave and learned?
Come they of noble family?
Seem they religious?
Or are they spare in diet,
Free from gross passion, or of mirth or anger,
Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood,
Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement;
Not working with the eye, without the ear,
And, but in purged judgment, trusting neither?
Such and so finely boulted didst thou seem;
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot
To mark the full-fraught man, and best indued,
With some suspicion. I will weep for thee;
For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
Another fall of man."-Their faults are open,
Arrest them to the answer of the law;

And God acquit them of their practices!

EXE. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Richard earl of Cambridge.

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Henry† lord Scroop of Masham.

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland.

(*) Old text, make thee.

(†) First folio, Thomas.

Temper'd thee,-] Moulded thee. Johnson proposed to read “tempted thee.” b Vasty Tartar-] That is, Tartarus.

e Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement;] Complement signified accomplishments, perfection, completeness: and was applied sometimes to mental, sometimes to physical attainments, and occasionally, as in the present instance, merely to the taste and elegance displayed in dress. Thus, in a note of Drayton's upon the Epistle from Geraldine to Lord Surrey; "but Apparell and the outward Appearance intituled Complement."

d Another fall of man.-] The whole of this speech from the line,—

"Treason and murder ever kept together,"

inclusive, is omitted in the quartos.

SCROOP. Our purposes God justly hath discovered,
And I repent my fault more than my death;
Which I beseech your highness to forgive,
Although my body pay the price of it.

CAM. For me, the gold of France did not seduce,
Although I did admit it as a motive
The sooner to effect what I intended:
But God be thanked for prevention;
Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice,
Beseeching God and you to pardon me.

GREY. Never did faithful subject more rejoice
At the discovery of most dangerous treason,
Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself,
Prevented from a damned enterprize:
My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign.
K. HEN. God quit you in his mercy!
You have conspir'd against our royal person,
Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his coffers
Receiv'd the golden earnest of our death;

Hear your sentence.

Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter,
His princes and his peers to servitude,
His subjects to oppression and contempt,
And his whole kingdom into desolation.
Touching our person, seek we no revenge;
But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,
Whose ruin you have† sought, that to her laws
We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence,
Poor miserable wretches, to your death:
The taste whereof, God, of his mercy, give
You patience to endure, and true repentance
Of all your dear offences!-Bear them hence.

[Exeunt Conspirators, guarded.

Now, lords, for France; the enterprize whereof
Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.
We doubt not of a fair and lucky war,
Since God so graciously hath brought to light
This dangerous treason, lurking in our way,
To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now,
But every rub is smoothed on our way:

Then forth, dear countrymen; let us deliver
Our puissance into the hand of God,

Putting it straight in expedition.

Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance:

No king of England, if not king of France.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.-London. Pistol's House in Eastcheap.

Enter PISTOL, Hostess, BARDOLPH, NYM, and Boy.

HOST. Pr'ythee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.

(*) First folio omits, I.

(†) First folio omits, have.

PIST. No; for my manly heart doth yearn.

Bardolph, be blithe;-Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins ;-
Boy, bristle thy courage up;-for Falstaff he is dead,
And we must yearn therefore.

BARD. Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either in heaven or in hell!

HOST. Nay, sure, he's not in hell; he's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. 'A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child; (2) 'a parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: (3) for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends,* I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields.a How now, sir John? quoth I: what, man! be o' good cheer. So 'a cried out-God, God, God! three or four times: now I, to comfort him, bid him, 'a should not think of God; I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet: so, 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed, and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and so upward,† and upward, and all was as cold as any stone.

NYм. They say, he cried out of sack.

HOST. Ay, that 'a did.

BARD. And of women.

HOST. Nay, that 'a did not.

BOY. Yes, that 'a did; and said, they were devils incarnate.

HOST. 'A could never abide carnation: 't was a colour he never liked.

BOY. 'A said once, the devil would have him about women. HOST. 'A did in some sort, indeed, handle women: but then he was rheumatic; and talked of the whore of Babylon.

Boy. Do you not remember, 'a saw a flea stick upon Bardolph's nose, and 'a said, it was a black soul burning in hell?

BARD. Well, the fuel is gone that maintained that fire: that's all the riches I got in his service.

NYM. Shall we shog? the king will be gone from Southampton. PIST. Come, let's away.-My love, give me thy lips,

Look to my chattels, and my movables:

Let senses rule; the word is, Pitch and pay;c

(*) First folio, end. (†) First folio, up-peer'd.

() First folio, world.

And 'a babbled of green fields.] In the folio,-"his nose was as sharpe as a Pen, and a Table of greene fields." The quartos have simply, "His nose was as sharp as a pen." Theobald's famous emendation of "'a babbled of green fields," has now become so completely a part of the text, that no editor will ever have the temerity to displace it. The conjecture of Pope, therefore, that "a table of green fields," was a stage-direction for the property-man, (whom he supposed to be named Greenfield,) to have a table ready on the stage "a table of Greenfield's; and the equally atrocious sophistication of Mr. Collier's annotator-"his nose was as sharp as a pen on a table of green frieze!" need only be mentioned to be laughed at.

b Was rheumatic;] Was lunatic, the "quondam Quickly" means.

e Pitch and pay ;] A proverbial saying, equivalent to our " pay on delivery." One of the old laws of Blackwell-hall, Farmer says, "was that a penny be paid by the owner of every bale of cloth for pitching." Tusser, in his description of Norwich, calls it,—

"A city trim;

Where strangers well may seem to dwell,
That pitch and pay, or keep their day."

Trust none, for oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,
And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck;

Therefore, caveto be thy counsellor.

Go, clear thy crystals.-Yoke-fellows in arms,

Let us to France! like horse-leeches, my boys;

To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!

Boy. And that is but unwholesome food, they say.

PIST. Touch her soft mouth, and march.
BARD.

Farewell, hostess. [Kissing her.

NYм. I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but adieu.
PIST. Let housewifery appear; keep close, I thee command.
HOST. Farewell; adieu.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-France. A Room in the French King's Palace. Flourish. Enter KING CHARLES, attended; the DAUPHIN, the DUKE of BURGUNDY, the Constable, and others.

K. CHA. Thus come the English with full power upon us, And more than carefully it us concerns,

To answer royally in our defences.

Therefore the dukes of Berry, and of Bretagne,

Of Brabant, and of Orleans, shall make forth,

And you, prince Dauphin,-with all swift despatch,

To line and new repair our towns of war,

With men of courage, and with means defendant:
For England his approaches makes as fierce,
As waters to the sucking of a gulf.

It fits us then to be as provident

As fear may teach us, out of late examples
Left by the fatal and neglected English,
Upon our fields.

DAU.

My most redoubted father,

It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe;

For peace itself should not so dull a kingdom,

(Though war, nor no known quarrel, were in question,)

But that defences, musters, preparations,

Should be maintain'd, assembled, and collected,

As were a war in expectation.

Therefore, I say, 't is meet we all go forth,

To view the sick and feeble parts of France;

And let us do it with no show of fear,

No, with no more, than if we heard that England

Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance:

For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd,

Her sceptre so fantastically borne

By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth,
That fear attends her not.

CON.
You are too much mistaken in this king:
Question, your grace, the late ambassadors,-

O peace, prince Dauphin!

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