lower, Put into parts, doth keep in one concent;* Cant. True: therefore doth heaven divide The lazy yawning drone. I this infer,- As many several ways meet in one town; Divide your happy England into four; K. Hen. Call in the messengers sent from [Exit an Attendant. The KING ascends his Throne. Now are we well resolv'd: and,-by God's help; And yours, the noble sinews of our power,— France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe, Or break it all to pieces: Or there we'll sit, Ruling, in large and ample empery,¶ [doms; O'er France, and all her almost kingly dukeOr lay these bones in an unworthy urn, Tombless, with no remembrance over them: Either our history shall, with full mouth, Speak freely of our acts; or else our grave, Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth, Not worship'd with a waxen epitaph. In answer of which claim, the prince our mas- K. Hen. What treasure, uncle? K. Hen. We are glad, the Dauphin is so pleasant with us; [for: His present, and your pains, we thank you When we have match'd our rackets to these balls, We will, in France, by God's grace, play a set, Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard:t Tell him, he hath made a match with such a wrangler, That all the courts of France will be disturb'd But tell the Dauphin,-I will keep my state; soul Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful venThat shall fly with them: for many a thousand widows Shall this his mock mock out of their dear hus [bands; Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down; And some are yet ungotten, and unborn, That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn. An ancient dance. + A place in the tennis-court into which the ball is sometimes struck. Convey them with safe conduct.-Fare you [Exeunt AMBASSADORS. at it. well. Ere. This was a merry message. K. Hen. We hope to make the sender blush [Descends from his Throne. Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour, That may give furtherance to our expedition: For we have now no thought in us but France; Save those to God, that run before our business. Therefore, let our proportions for these wars Be soon collected; and all things thought upon, That may, with reasonable swiftness, add More feathers to our wings; for, God before, We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door. Therefore, let every man now task his thought, That this fair action may on foot be brought. [Exeunt. ACT II. Enter CHORUS. Chor. Now all the youth of England are on fire, And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies; men, One, Richard earl of Cambridge; and the seHenry lord Scroop of Marsham; and the third, Sir Thomas Grey knight of Northumberland, Have, for the gilt of France, (O guilt, indeed!) Confirm'd conspiracy with fearful France; And by their hands this grace of kings must (If hell and treason hold their promises,) [die, Ere he take ship for France, and in Southamp mour of it. friends; and we'll be all three sworn brothers Bard. I will bestow a breakfast, to make you to France; let it be so, good corporal Nym. Nym. 'Faith, I will live so long as I may, any longer, I will do as I may: that is my that's the certain of it; and when I cannot live rest, that is the rendezvous of it. 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. Enter PISTOL and Mrs. QUICKLY. Bard. Here comes ancient Pistol, and his wife:-good corporal, be patient here.-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. Quick. 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.] O well-a-day, Lady, if he be not drawn now! O Lord! here's corporal Nym's now shall we have wilful adultery and murder committed. Good lieutenant Bardolph,good corporal, offer nothing here. Nym. Pish! Pist. Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prickeared cur of Iceland! Quick. Good corporal Nym, show the valour of a man, and put up thy sword. Nym. Will you shog off? I would have you solus. [Sheathing his sword. Pist. Solus, egregious dog? O 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! Nym. I am not Barbason ; you cannot conjure me. I have a 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 What I am resolved on. 1 Par Dieu! + Clown. Name of a demon. would prick your guts a little, in good terms, as I may; and that's the humour of it. Pist. O braggard vile, and damned furious wight! The grave doth gape, and doting death is near; Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give; Nym. I will cut thy throat, one time or other, in fair terms; that is the humour of it. Pist. Coup le gorge, that's the word? thee defy again. I O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get? No; to the spitali go, And from the powdering tub of infamy Enter the Boy. Boy. Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master, and you, 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. Quick. 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 Mrs. QUICKLY 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! Nym. You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting? Pist. Base is the slave that pays. Nym. That now I will have; that's the humour of it, Pist. As manhood shall compound; Push home. 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. Nym. I shall have my eight shillings, 1 won of you at betting. Pist. A noble¶ shalt thou have, and present pay; And liquor likewise will I give to thee, And friendship shall combine, and brother hood: Re-enter Mrs. QUICKLY. Quick. As ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir John: Ah, poor heart! he is it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, so shaked of a burning quotidian tertian, that come to him. the knight, that's the even of it. 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. [Exeunt. SCENE II-Southampton.-A CouncilChamber. Enter EXETER, BEDFORD, and WESTMORE LAND. Bed. 'Fore God, his grace is bold, to trust these traitors. Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by. West. How smooth and even they do bear themselves! As if allegiance in their bosoms sat, Crowned with faith, and constant loyalty. Bed. The king hath note of all that they intend, By interception which they dream not of. Exe. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow, Whom he hath cloy'd and grac'd with princely favours, That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell Trumpet sounds. Enter King HENRY, SCROOP, My lord of Cambridge,-and my kind lord of Masham, And you, my gentle knight,—give me your thoughts: [us, Think you not, that the powers we bear with Will cut their passage through the force of France; Doing the execution, and the act, his best. With hearts create of duty and of zeal. And shall forget the office of our hand, Scroop. So service shall with steeled sinews | Ingrateful, savage, and inhuman creature! toil; Thou, that didst bear the key of all my counsels, And labour shall refresh itself with hope, K. Hen. We judge no less.-Uncle of Exe- Cam. So may your highness, and yet punish too. Grey. Sir, you show great mercy, if you give him life, After the taste of much correction. K. Hen. Alas, your too much love and care of me our eye, Are heavy orisonst 'gainst this poor wretch. And tender preservation of our person,— Who are the late‡ commissioners? Your highness bade me ask for it to-day. 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 worthi[ter, ness. My lord of Westmoreland,-and uncle ExeWe will aboard to-night.-Why, how now gentlemen? What see you in those papers, that you lose So much complexion ?-look ye, how they change! [there, Their cheeks are paper.-Why, what read you That hath so cowarded and chas'd your blood Out of appearance? Cam. I do confess my fault; And do submit me to your highness' mercy. 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, You know, how apt our love was, to accord * Better information. 1 Lately appointed. That knew'st the very bottom of my soul, Could out of thee extract one spark of evil, Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor. He might return to vasty Tartar‡ back, learned? [mily? Why, so didst thou: Come they of noble faWhy, so didst thou: Seem they religious? Why, so didst thou: Or are they spare in diet; Free from gross passion, or of mirth, or anger; Constant in spírit, not swerving with the blood; Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement;§ With some suspicion. I will weep for thee; 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. Scroop. Our purposes God justly hath dis cover'd; 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, Endowed. Bard. And of women. At the discovery of most dangerous treason, You have conspir'd against our royal person, his coffers Receiv'd the golden earnest of our death; Quick. Nay, that 'a did not. Boy. Yes, that 'a did; and said, they were devils incarnate. Quick. A could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he never liked. Boy. 'A said once, the devil would have him about women. Quick. 'A did in some sort, indeed, handle women: but then he was rheumatic;* and Wherein you would have sold your king to talked of the whore of Babylon. slaughter, His princes and his peers to servitude, [Exeunt. SCENE III.-London.-Mrs. QUICKLY'S Enter PISTOL, Mrs. QUICKLY, NYM, BAR- Quick. Pr'ythee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines. 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 And we must yearn therefore. [dead, Bard. 'Would, I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either in heaven, or in hell! Quick. 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; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at turning o'the tide: 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. How now, Sir John? quoth I: what, man! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out-God, God, God! three or four times: now 1, 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. Nym. They say, he cried out of sack. Quick. Ay, that 'a did. 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-fire? Bard. Well, the fuel is gone, that maintained that fire: that's all the riches I got in his service. Nym. Shall we shog off? the king will be gone from Southampton. Pist. Come, let's away.-My love, give me thy lips. Look to my chattels, and my moveables: Pist. Touch her soft mouth, and march. Bard. Farewell, hostess. [Kissing her. Nym. I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but adieu. Pist. Let housewifery appear; keep close, I thee command. Quick. Farewell; adieu. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-France.-A Room in the French King's Palace. Enter the FRENCH KING attended; the DAVPHIN, the Duke of BURGUNDY, the CONSTABLE, and others. Fr. King. Thus come the English with full power upon us; And more than carefully it us concerns, To line, and new repair, our towns of war, With men of courage, and with means defendant: For England his approaches makes as fierce, 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,) [ed, But that defences, musters, preparations, |