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And some are yet ungotten and unborn
To give you gentle pass ; for if we may, That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's We'll not offend one stomach with our play.
But, till the king come forth and not till then, But this lies all within the will of God,
Unto Southampton do we shift our scene.
Exit. To whom I do appeal ; and in whose name Tell you the Dauphin I am coming on, To venge me as I may and to put forth
SCENE I.-London. Eastcheap.
Enter Nym and BARDOLPH.
Nym. Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph. When thousands weep more than did laugh at it.
Bard. What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends Convey them with safe conduct. Fare you well.
Nym. For my part, I care not : I say little ; Exe. This was a merry message.
but when time shall serve there shall be smiles ; K. Hen. We hope to make the sender blush at it. but that shall be as it may. I dare not fight; Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour
but I will wink and hold out mine iron. It is a That may give furtherance to our expedition ;
simple one; but what though ? it will toast For we have now no thought in us but France,
cheese, and it will endure cold as another man's Save those to God, that run before our business. sword will: and there's an end. Therefore let our proportions for these wars Bard. I will bestow a breakfast to make you Be soon collected, and all things thought upon
friends, and we'll be all three sworn brothers to That may with reasonable swiftness add
France: let it be so, good Corporal Nym. More feathers to our wings; for, God before,
Nym. Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door.
the certain of it; and when I cannot live any Therefore let every man now task his thought,
longer, I will do as I may: that is my rest, that That this fair action may on foot be brought.
is the rendezvous of it. E.reunt. Flourish.
Bard. It is certain, corporal, that he is married
to Nell Quickly; and certainly she did you wrong, ACT II.
for you were troth-plight to her.
Nym. I cannot tell; things must be as they Enter CHORUS.
may : men may sleep, and they may have their
throats about them at that time, and some say Now all the youth of England are on fire
knives have edges. It must be as it may: though And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies ;
patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod. There Nou thrive the armourers, and honour's thought
must be conclusions. Well, I cannot tell. Reigns solely in the breast of every man: They sell the pasture now to buy the horse,
Enter PISTOL and Hostess. Pollowing the mirror of all Christian kings,
Bard. Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife. With winged heels, as English Mercuries.
Good corporal, be patient here. How now, mine Por now sits Expectation in the air,
host Pistol ! And hides a sword from hilts unto the point
Pist. Base tike, call'st thou me host ? With crowns imperial, crowns and coronets, 10 Now, by this hand I swear, I scorn the term ; Promised to Harry and his followers.
Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers. The French, advis'd by good intelligence
Host. No, by my troth, not long ; for we can. Of this most dreadful preparation,
not lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentleShake in their fear, and with pale policy
women that live honestly by the prick of their Seek to divert the English purposes.
needles, but it will be thought we keep a bawdy. O England! model to thy inward greatness, house straight.
NYM and PISTOL draw. Like little body with a mighty heart,
O well-a-day, Lady ! if he be not drawn now : we What might'st thou do, that honour would thee do, shall see wilful adultery and murder committed. Were all thy children kind and natural !
Bard. Good lieutenant ! good corporall offer But see thy fault! Prance hath in thee found out nothing here. A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills
Nym. Pish! With treacherous crowns ; and three corrupted men, Pist. Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prickOne, Richard Earl of Cambridge, and the second, ear'd cur of Iceland ! Henry Lord Scroop of Masham, and the third, Host. Good Corporal Nym, show thy valour Sir Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland, and put up your sword. Have, for the guilt of France, - guilt indeed !- Nym. Will you shog off? I would have you solus. Confirm'd conspiracy with fearful Prance ;
Pist. Solus, egregious dog? O viper vile ! And by their hands this grace of kings must die, The solus in thy most mervailous face ; If hell and treason hold their promises,
The solus in thy teeth, and in thy throat,
For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up,
Nym. I am not Barbason ; you cannot conjure There is the playhouse now,
there must you sit : me. I have an humour to knock you indifferently And thence to France shall we convey you safe, well. If you grow foul with me, Pistol, I will And bring you back, charming the narrow seas scour you with my rapier, as I may, in fair terms :
if you would walk off, I would prick your guts a quickly to Sir John. Ah! poor heart, he is 80 little, in good terms, as I may; and that's the shaked of a burning quotidian tertian, that it is humour of it.
most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come Pist. O braggart vile and damned furious wight! | to him. The grave doth gape, and doting death is near ; Nym. The king hath run bad humours on the Therefore exhale.
knight; that's the even of it. Bard. Hear me, hear me what I say: he that Pist. Nym, thou hast spoke the right; strikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, His heart is fracted and corroborate. as I am a soldier.
Draws. Nym. The king is a good king : but it must be Pist. An oath of mickle might; and fury shall as it may; he passes some humours and careers. abate.
Pist. Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins, Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give;
we will live.
Exeunt. Thy spirits are most tall. Nym. I will cut thy throat, one time or other,
SCENE II. —Southampton. A Council Chamber. in fair terms; that is the humour of it. Pist. Coupe la gorge !
Enter EXETER, BEDFORD, and WESTMORELAND. That is the word. Í thee defy again.
Bed. 'Fore God, his grace is bold to trust O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get? these traitors. No; to the spital go,
Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by. And from the powdering-tub of infamy
West. How smooth and even they do bear Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind,
Bed. The king hath note of all that they intend, Go to.
By interception which they dream not of.
E.ce. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow, Boy. Mine host Pistol, you must come to my Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious master, and your hostess : he is very sick, and favours, would to bed. Good Bardolph, put thy face That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell between his sheets and do the office of a warm- His sovereign's life to death and treachery! ing-pan. Faith, he 's very ill. Bard. Away, you rogue !
Trumpets sound. Enter King HENRY, SCROOP, Host. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a
CAMBRIDGE, GREY, Lords, and Attendants. pudding one of these days. The king has killed
K. Hen. Now sits the wind fair, and we will his heart. Good husband, come home presently.
aboard. Exeunt Hostess and Boy. My Lord of Cambridge, and my kind Lord of Bard. Come, shall I make you two friends? We
Masham, must to France together. Why the devil should And you, my gentle knight, give me your we keep knives to cut one another's throats ? thoughts : Pist. Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food Think you not that the powers we bear with us howl on!
Will cut their passage through the force of Nym. You 'll pay me the eight shillings I won
France, of you at betting ?
Doing the execution and the act Pist. Base is the slave that pays.
For which we have in head assembled them ? Nym. That now I will have; that's the Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do humour of it.
his best. Pist. As manhood shall compound: push
K. Hen. I doubt not that ; since we are well home.
They draw. persuaded Bard. By this sword, he that makes the first We carry not a heart with us from hence thrust, I'll kill him ; by this sword, I will.
That grows not in a fair consent with ours; Pist. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have Nor leave not one behind that doth not wish their course.
Success and conquest to attend on us. Bard. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends,
Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd and be friends : an thou wilt not, why then, be
lov'd enemies with me too. Prithee, put up.
Than is your majesty: there's not, I think, a Nym. I shall have my eight shillings I won of
subject you at betting ?
That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness Pist. A noble shalt thou have, and present pay ; Under the sweet shade of your government. And liquor likewise will I give to thee,
Grey. True: those that were your father's And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood :
enemies I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me.
Have steep'd their galls in honey, and do serve Is not this just ? for I shall sutler be
you Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
With hearts create of duty and of zeal. Give me thy hand.
K. Hen. We therefore have great cause of Nym. I shall have my noble ?
thankfulness, Pist. In cash most justly paid.
And shall forget the office of our hand,
Sooner than quittance of desert and merit
According to the weight and worthiness.
Scroop. So service shall with steeled sinews Host. As ever you came of women, come in toil,
And labour shall refresh itself with hope,
K. Hen. We judge no less.
Ingrateful, savage and inhuman creature!
Scroop. That's mercy, but too much security: Let him be punish'd, sovereign, lest example Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind. K. Hen. O let us yet be merciful.
Cam. So may your highness, and yet punish That, though the truth of it stands off as gross As black and white, my eye will scarcely see it. Treason and murder ever kept together,
too. Grey. Sir,
As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose,
You show great mercy, if you give him life,
K. Hen. Alas! your too much love and care
Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch.
When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and digested,
Appear before us? We'll yet enlarge that man, Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey, in their dear care
And tender preservation of our person,
French causes :
Who are the late commissioners?
From glistering semblances of piety;
Cam. I one, my lord:
Your highness bade me ask for it to-day.
K. Hen. Then, Richard Earl of Cambridge,
There yours, Lord Scroop of Masham; and, sir
Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours:
What see you in those papers that you lose
Their cheeks are paper. Why, what read you
K. Hen. The mercy that was quick in us but
By your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd: 80
You know how apt our love was to accord
Than Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn. But O! What shall I say to thee, Lord Scroop? thou cruel,
Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor. 120
Why, so didst thou: come they of noble family?
Ere. I arrest thee of high treason, by the
Richard Earl of Cambridge.
I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of
I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of
Grey, knight, of Northumberland.
Scroop. Our purposes God justly hath dis-
And I repent my fault more than my death;
Cam. For me, the gold of France did not | for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled seduce,
of green fields. 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.
Although I did admit it as a motive
Grey. Never did faithful subject more rejoice
You have conspir'd against our royal person,
Receiv'd the golden earnest of our death; Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter,
His princes and his peers to servitude,
Nym. They say he cried out of sack.
Host. Ay, that a' did.
Bard. And of women.
And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck:
Go, clear thy crystals. Yoke-fellows in arms,
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
Look to my chattels and my moveables:
For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafercakes,
SCENE III.-London. Before a Tavern in Eastcheap. Enter PISTOL, HOSTESS, NYM, BARDOLPH and Boy. Host. Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.
Pist. No; for my manly heart doth yearn. Bardolph, be blithe; Nym, rouse thy vaunting
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; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the 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;
Pist. Touch her soft mouth, and march.
Nym. I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but adieu.
Pist. Let housewifery appear: keep close, I thee command.
Host. Farewell; adieu.
SCENE IV.-France. An Apartment in the
Flourish. Enter the French King, attended; the
Fr. King. Thus comes the English with full
As waters to the sucking of a gulf.
Dau. Turn head, and stop pursuit; for coward It fits us then to be as provident
dogs As fear may teach us out of late examples Most spend their mouths when what they seem Left by the fatal and neglected English
to threaten Upon our fields.
Runs far before them. Good my sovereign,
My most redoubted father, Take up the English short, and let them know
Re-enter Lords, with EXETER and Train.
Pr. King. From our brother England ? As were a war in expectation.
Exe. From him; and thus he greets your Therefore, I say 'tis meet we all go forth
That you divest yourself, and lay apart
And all wide-stretched honours that pertain
Unto the crown of France. That you may know
O peace, Prince Dauphin! | 'Tis no sinister nor no awkward claim,
Gives a pedigree.
In every branch truly demonstrative;
From his most fam'd of famous ancestors,
Dau. Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable; From him the native and true challenger.
Exe. Bloody constraint; for if you hide the
That, if requiring fail, he will compel;
Turning the widows' tears, the orphans' cries,
The dead men's blood, the pining maidens'
This is his claim, his threat'ning, and my
Unless the Dauphin be in presence here,
For the Dauphin, The native mightiness and fate of him.
I stand here for him : what to him from England ?
E.ce. Scorn and defiance; slight regard, con-
The mighty sender, doth he prize you at.
Thus says my king: an if your father's bighness
Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty,