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They have a king, and officers of sorts :
asconds his throne.
Enter Ambassadors of France.
Amb. May it please your majesty, to give us leave
K. Hen. We are no tyrant, but a Christian king;
Thus then, in few.
This tun of treasure; and, in lieu of this,
K. Hen. What treasure, unele ?
Tennis-balls, my liege
[Descends from his thread
"They sell the pasture now, to buy the horse;
Pist. Base tike, call'st thou me--host? Following the mirror of all Cbristian kings,
Now, by this hand I swear, I scoru the term ; With winged heels, as English Mercuries.
Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers. For now sits Expectation in the air ;
Quic. No, by my troth, not long: for we cannot lodge And hides a sword from hilts unto the point,
and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen, that live Wich crowns imperial, crowns, and coronets,
honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will be Promis'd to Harry, and his followers.
thought we keep a bawdy-house straight. (Nym draws The French, advis'd by good intelligence
his sword.] O well-a-day, Lady, if be be not drawn Of this most dreadful preparation,
now! O Lord ! here's corporal Nym's-now shall we Shake in their fear; and with pale policy
have wilful adultery and murder committed. Good Seek to divert the English purposes.
lieutenant Bardolph,good corporal, offer nothing O England !--model to thy inward greatness,
here. Like little body with a mighty heart,
Nym. Pish! What might'st thou do, that honour would thee do, Pist. Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prick-eared Were all thy children kind and natural !
cur of Iceland. But see thy fault! France hath in thee found out Quic. Gool corporal Nym, show the valour of a man, A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills
and put up thy sword. With treacherous crowns: and three corrupted men, Nym. Will you shog off? I would have you solus. One, Richard earl of Cambridge ; and the second,
[Sheathing his sword. Henry lord Seroop of Masham; and the third,
Pist. Solus, egregious dog? O viper vile ! Sir Thomas Grey knight of Northumberland, - The solus in thy most marvellous face; Have, for the gilt of France, (O guilt, indeed !) The solus in thy teeth, and in thy throat, Confirm'd conspiracy with fearful France ;
And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy; And by their hands this grace of kings must die, And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth! (If hell and treason hold their promises.)
I do retort the solus in thy bowels :
And flashing fire will follow.
Nym. I am not Barbason ; you cannot conjure me. "The sum is paid ; the traitors are agreed;
I have an humour to knock you indifferently well: If 'The king is set from London ; and the scene
you grow foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with Is now transported, gentles, to Southampton: my rapier, as I may, in fair terms: if you would walk There is the playhouse now, there must you sit: off, I would prick your guts a little, in good terms, as And thence to France shall we convey you safe, I may; and that's the humour of it. And bring you back, charming the narrow seas Pist. O braggard vile, and damned furious wight! To give you gentle pass; for, if we may,
The grave doth gape, and doting death is near ; We'll not offend one stomach with our play.
[Pistol and Nym draro. But, till the king come forth, and not till then,
Bard. Hear me, hear me what I say :-he that Unto Southampton do we shift our scene.
[Exit. || strikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to the bilts, as I'm a soldier.
[Draws. SCENE I.-The same. Eastcheap. Enter Nym and Pist. An oath of mickle might; and fury shall abate. Bardolph.
Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give; Bard. Well met, corporal Nym.
Thy spirits are most tall. Nym. Good morrow, lieutenant Bardolph.
Nym. I will ent thy throat, one time or other, in Bard. What, are ancient Pistol and you friends yet? || fair terms; that is the humour of it. Nym. For my part, I care not: I say little ; but
Pist. Coup le gorge, that's the word ?-1 thee defy when time shall serve, there shall be smiles ;-but that
again. shall be as it may. I dare not fight; but I will wink,
O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get? and hold out mine iron: It is a simple one ; but what No; to the spital go, though? it will toast cheese ; and it will endure cole And from the powdering tub of infamy as another man's sword will : and there's the humour
Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind, of it.
Doll Tear-sheet she by name, and her espouse : Bard. I will bestow a breakfast, to make you friends : I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly and we'll be all three sworn brothers to France; let it for the only she ; and Pauca, there's enough. be so, good corporal Nym. Nym. 'Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's the
Enter the Boy. certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I will
Bay. Mine host Pistol, you must come to my masdo as I may: that is my rest, that is the rendezvous of it.
ter,—and you, hostess ;-he is very sick, and would Bard. It is certain, corporal, that he is married to
to bed.-Good Bardolph, put thy nose between his Nell Quickly : and, certainly, she did you wrong ; for
sheets, and do the office of a warming-pan: 'faith, you were troth-plight to her.
he's very ill. Nym. I cannot tell; things must be as they may :
Bard. Away, you rogue. Then may sleep, and they may have their throats about
Quic, By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding them at that time; and, some say, knives have edges.
one of these days: the king has killed his heart. It must be as it may: though patience be a tired mare, Good husband, come home presently. yet she will plod. There must be conclusions. Well,
[Exeunt Mrs. Quickly and Boy. I cannot tell.
Bard. Come, shall I make you two friends? We Enter Pistol and Mrs. Quickly.
must to France together; Why the devil should we Bard. Here comes ancient Pistol, and his wife: keep knives to cut one another's throats ? good corporal, be patient here. -How now, mine host Pist. Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food hori Pistol?
Nym. You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of Nor leave not one behind, that doth Dot wisia you at betting?
Success and conquest to attend on us. Pist, Base is the slave that pays.
Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd, and lorid, Nym. That now I will have; that's the humour Than is your majesty ; there's not, I think, a subject, of it.
That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness
Grey. Even those, that were your father's enemies, I'll kill him; by this sword, I will.
Have steep'd their galls in honey; and do serve you Pist. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their || With hearts create of duty and of zeal.
K. Hen. We therefore have great cause of thank Bard. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be
fulness; friends : an thou wilt not, why then be enemies with
And shall forget the office of our hand, me too. Prythee, put up.
Sooner than quittance of desert and merit, Nym. I shall have my eight shillings, I won of you According to the weight and worthiness. at betting ?
Scroop. So service shall with steeled sinews toil; Pist. A noble shalt thou have, and present pay;
Apd labour shall refresh itself with hope, And liquor likewise will I give to thee,
To do your grace incessant services. And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood :
K. Hen. We judge no less.--Unele of Exeter, I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me ;
Enlarge the man committed yesterday, Is not this just ?--for I shall sutler be
That rail'd against our person : we consider, Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
It was excess of wine that set him on; Give me thy hand.
And, on his more advice, we pardon him. Nym. I shall have my noble ?
Scroop. That's mercy, but too much security: Pist. In cash most justly paid.
Let him be punish’d, sovereigo ; lest example
Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind.
K. Hen. O, let us yet be merciful. Quic. As ever you came of women, come in quickly Cam. So may your highness, and yet punish too. to sir John: Ah, poor heart! he is so shaked of a burn Grey. Sir, you show great mercy, if you give him ing quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to be life, hold. Sweet men, come to him.
After the taste of much correction. Nym. The king hath run bad humours on the K. Hen. Alas, your too much love and care of me knight, that's the even of it.
Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch. Pist. Nym, thou hast spoke the right;
If little faults proceeding on distemper, His heart is fracted, and corroborate.
Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye, Nym. The king is a good king ; but it must be as When capital crimes, chew'd, svallow'd, and digested, it may; he passes some humours, and careers. Appear before 118 ?-We'll get enlarge that man,
Pist. Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins, we Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey, in their dear will live.
And tender preservation of our person, SCENE II.--Southampton.. A Council Chamber. En Would have him punish'd. And now to our French ter Exeter, Bedford, and Westmorelaod.
causes; Bed. 'Fore God, his grace is bold, to trust these
Who are the late commissioners ? traitors.
I one, my lord; Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by.
Your highness bade me ask for it to-day. West. How smooth and even they do bear them. Scroop. So did you me, my liege. selves?
Grey. And me, my royal sovereign. As if allegiance in their bosom sat,
K. Hen. Then, Richard, earl of Cambridge, there is Crowned with faith, and constant loyalty.
yours; Bed. The king hath note of all that they intend,
There yours, lord Scrop of Masham ;-and, sir knight, By interception which they dream not of.
Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours: Exe. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow,
Read them; and know, I know your worthinessWhom he hath cloy'd and grac'd with princely fa
My lord of Westmoreland, -and uncle Exeter,vours,
We will aboard to-night-Why, how now, gentlemen? That he should, for a foreigo purse, so sell
What see you in those papers, that you lose Itis sovereign's life to death and treachery!
So much complexion ?-look ye, how they change!
Their cheeks are paper.-Why, what read you there, Trumpet sounds. Enter King Henry, Scroop, Cam
That hath so cowarded and chas'd your blood bridge, Grey, Lords and Attendants.
Out of appearance? K. Hen. Now sits the wind fair, and we will aboard. Cam.
I do confess my fault; My lord of Cambridge, -and my kind lord of Masban, And do submit me to your highness' mercy. -And you, my gentle knight --give me your thoughts : Grey. Scroop. To which we all appeal. Think you not, that the powers we bear with us,
K. Hen. The
that was quick in us but late, Will cut their passage through the force of France ; By your own counsel is suppress'd and killed : Doing the execution, and the act,
You must not dare, for shame, to talk of merey; For which we have in head assembled them?
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms, Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best. As dogs upon their masters, Worrying them. K. Hen. I doubt not that: since we are well per -See you, my princes, and my noble peers, suadel,
These English monsters! My lord of Cambridge bare, We carry not a heart with us from hence,
- You know, how apt our love was to accord, That grows not in a fair consent with ours;
To furnish him with all appertinents
Relonging to his honour; and this man
But God be thanked for prevention ;
Beseeching God, and you, to pardon me.
Grey. Never did faithful subject more rejoice This knight, no less for bounty bound to us
At the discovery of most dangerous treason,
My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign.
sentence. That almost might'st have coin'd me into gold, You have conspir'd against our royal person, Would'st thou have practis'd on me for thy use?
Join’d with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his coffers May it be possible, that foreign hire
Receiv'd the golden earnest of our death; Could out of the extract one spark of evil,
Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter, That might annoy my finger? 'tis so strange, His princes and his peers to servitude, That, though the truth of it stands off as gross His subjects to oppression and contempt, As black from white, my eye will scarcely see it. And his whole kingdom unto desolation. Treason, and murder, ever kept together,
Touching our person, seek we no revenge ; As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose,
But we our kingdom's safety must so tender, Working so grossly in a natural cause,
Whose ruin you three sought, that to her laws That admiration did not whoop at them:
We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence, But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in
Poor miserable wretches, to your death : Wonder, to wait on ueason, and on murder :
The taste whereof, God, of his mercy, give you And whatsoever cunning fiend it was,
Patience to endure, and true repentance That wrought upon thee so preposterously,
Of all your dear offences l_Bear them hence. H'ath got the voice in hell for excellence :
(E.xeunt Conspirators, guardedo And other devils, that suggest by treasons,
-Now, lords, for France; the enterprize whereof Do botch and bungle up damnation
Shall be to you, as us, like glorious. With patches, colours, and with forms being fetch'd
We doubt not of a fair and lucky war; From glistering semblances of piety;
Since God so graciously hath brought to light But he that temper'd thee, bade thee stand up,
This dangerous treason, lurking in our way, Gave thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason,
To hinder our beginnings, we doubt not now, Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.
But every rub is smoothed on our way. If that same dæmon, that hath gull'd three thus,
Then forth, dear countrymen; let us deliver Should with his lion-gait walk the whole world,
Our puissance into the hand of God, He might return to vasty Tartar back,
Putting it straight in expedition. And tell the legions--I can never win
Cheerly to sen ; the signs of war advance; A soul so easy as that Englishman's.
No king of England, if not king of France. [Exeunt. O, bow hast thou with jealousy infected The sweetness of affiance ! Show men dutiful? Why, so didst thou : Seen they grave and learned ?
SCENE III.-London. Mrs. Quickly's house in Why, so didst thou : Come they of noble family? Eastcheap. Enter Pistol, Mrs. Quickly, Nym, BarWhy, so didst thou : Seem they religious ?
dolph, and Boy. Why, so didst thou: Or are they spare in diet?
Quic. Prøythee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring Free from gross passion, or of mirth, or anger; thee to Staines. Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood;
Pist. No; for my manly heart doth yearn.Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement;
Bandolph, be blithe ;-Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins.Not working with the eye, without the ear,
Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead, And, but in purged judgement, trusting neither?
And we must yearn therefore. Such, and so finely bolted, didst thou seem :
Bard. 'Would, I were with him, wheresome'er he is, And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot,
either in heaven, or in hell! To mark the full-fraught mah, and best indued,
Quie. Nay sure, he's not in hell; he's in Arthur's With some suspicion. I will weep for thee; bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosdm ; 'a made For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
a finer end, and went away, an it had been any chrisAnother fall of man.—Their faults are open ; tom child. 'A parted even just between twelve and Arrest them to the answer of the law :
one, e'en at turning o' the tide: for after I saw hin And God acquit them of their practices !
fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and Exe. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one Richard earl of Cambridge.
way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Henry of green fields. How now, Sir John? quoth I: what, lord Scroop of Masham.
man! be of good cheer. So 'a cried ont, God, God, I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Thom
God! three or four times: Now I, to comfort him, bid as Grey, knight of Northumberland.
him, 'a should not think of God; 1 boped, there was Scroop. Our purposes God justly hath discover'd; no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. And I repent my fault, more than my death;
So, 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet. I put my Which I bescech your highness to forgive,
hand into the bed, and felt them, and they were as coleta Although my body pay the price of it.
as any stone i then I felt to his knees, and so upwani Com. For me,-the gold of France did not seduce; and upward, and all was as cold as any stone. Although I did admit it as a motive,
Nym. They say, he cried out of sache The sooner to effect what I intended :
Quir. Ay, that 'a did.
Bard. And of women.
That fear attends her not. Quic. Nay, that 'a did not.
O peace, princo dauphia! Boy. Yes, that 'a did ; and said, they were devils in | You are too much mistaken in this king: carnate.
Question your grace the late ambassadors, Quic. 'A could never abide carnation ; 'twas a colour with what great state he heard their embassy, be never liked.
How well supplied with noble counsellors, Boy. 'A said once, the devil would have him about How modest in exception, and, withal,
How terrible in constant resolution -
Covering discretion with a coat of folly;
Dau. Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable Bard. Well, the fuel is gone, that maintained that But though we think it so, it is no matter: fire. That's all the riches I got in his service. In cases of defence, 'tis best to weigh
Nym. Shall we shog off? the king will be gone from The enemy more mighty than he seems,
So the proportions of defence are filld;
Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat, with scanting Let senses rule: The word is, Pitch and Pay;
A little cloth. Trust none;
Think we king Harry strong; For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes, And, princes, look, you strongly arm to meet him. And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck ;
The kindred of him hath been fleshd upon us; Therefore, caveto be thy counsellor.
And he is bred out of that bloody strain, Go, clear thy crystals.-Yoke-fellows in arms,
That haunted us in our familiar paths : Let us to France! like horse-leeches, my boys ;
Witness our too much memorable shame, To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!
When Cressy battle fatally was struck, Boy. And that is buit unwholesome food, they say. And all our princes captiv'd, by the hand Pist. Touch her soft mouth, and march.
Of that black name, Edward black prince of Wales; Bard. Farewell, hostess.
[Kissing her. Whiles that his inountain sire,-on mountain standing, Niym. I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun, adieu.
Saw his heroical seed, and smild to see him Pist. Let housewifery appear; keep close, I thee Mangle the work of nature, and deface command.
The patterns that by God, and by French fathers Quir. Farewell ; adieu.
[Excunt. Had twenty years been made. This is a stem
Of that victorious stock ; and let its fear SCENE IV.- France. A Room in the French King's The native mightiness and fate of him. Palace. Enter the French King attended ; the Daue
Enter a Messenger. phin, the Duke of Burgundy, the Constable, and others.
Mes. Ambassadors from Henry king of England F. King. Thus come the English with full power
Do crave admittance to your majesty. upon us; And more than carefully it us concerns,
F. King. We'll give them present audience. Go
and bring theni. [E.x. Mess. and certain lerds. To answer royally in our defences. Therefore the dukes of Berry, and of Bretagne,
-You see, this chace is hotly follow'd, friends. Of Brabant, and of Orleans, shall make forth
Dau. Turn head, and stop pursuit: forward dogs
Most spend their mouths, when what they seem to And you, prince dauphin,-with all swift despatch,
threaten To line, and new repair, our towns of war,
Runs far before them. Good my sovereign, With men of courage, and with means defendant :
Take up the English short; and let them know, For England his approaches makes as fierce,
Of what a monarchy you are the head : As waters to the sucking of a gulf.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin,
As self neglecting.
Re-enter Lords, with Exeter and train. Upon our fields.
From our brother England ? Dau. My most redoubted father,
E.re. From him; and thus he greets your majesty. It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe :
Ile wills you, in the name of God Almighty,
By law of nature, and of nations, 'long
To luim, and to his heirs ; namely, the crown, As were a war in expectation.
And all wide-stretched honours that pertain, Therefore, I say, 'tis meet we all go forth,
By custom and the ordinance of times, To view the sick and feeble parts of France :
Unto the crown of France. That you inay know, And let us do it with no show of fear;
'Tis no sinister, noi no awkward claim, No, with no more, than if we heard tbat England Pick'd from the worin-holes of long-ranish'd days, We're busied with a Whitsin morris-dance:
Nor from the dust of old oblivion rak d, Fir, my good liege, she is so idly king'a,
He sends you this most memorable line, Her sceptre so fantastically borne
In every branch truly demonstrative; (Girer a pak By a vain, giddy, sliallow, humorous youth,
Willing you, overlook this pedigree: