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For all the temporal lands, which men de
vout By testament have given to the Church, Would they strip from us; being valu'd thus: As much as would maintain, to the King's
honour, Full fifteen earls and fifteen hundred knights, Six thousand and two hundred good esquires ; And, to relief of lazars and weak age, Of indigent faint souls past corporal toil, A hundred almshouses right well suppli'd ; And to the coffers of the King beside, A thousand pounds by the year. Thus runs
the bill. Ely. This would drink deep. Cant.
’T would drink the cup and all. Ely. But what prevention ? Cant. The King is full of grace and fair re
gard. Ely. And a true lover of the holy Church. Cant. The courses of his youth promis'd it
not. The breath no sooner left his father's body, 25 But that his wildness, mortifi'd in him, Seem'd to die too; yea, at that very moment Consideration like an angel came And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him, Leaving his body as a paradise To envelope and contain celestial spirits. Never was such a sudden scholar made; Never came reformation in a flood With such a heady currance, scouring faults ; Nor never Hydra-headed wilfulness So soon did lose his seat, and all at once, As in this king. Ely.
We are blessed in the change. Cant. Hear him but reason in divinity, And, all-admiring, with an inward wish You would desire the King were made a pre
late; Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs, You would say it hath been all in all his study; List his discourse of war, and you shall hear A fearful battle rend'red you in music; Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter; that, when he speaks, The air, a charter'd libertine, is still, And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears, To steal his sweet and honey'd sentences; So that the art and practic part of life Must be the mistress to this theoric: Which is a wonder how his Grace should glean
it, Since his addiction was to courses vain, His companies unletter'd, rude, and shallow, 66 His hours fill’d up with riots, banquets, sports, And never noted in him any study, Any retirement, any sequestration From open haunts and popularity. Ely. The strawberry grows underneath the
nettle, And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality; And so the Prince obscur'd his contempla
tion Under the veil of wildness; which, no doubt,
Grew like the summer grass, fastest by night, Unseen, yet crescive in his faculty.
Cant. It must be so; for miracles are ceas'd, And therefore we must needs admit the means How things are perfected. Ely.
But, my good lord, How now for mitigation of this bill Urg'd by the commons ? Doth his Majesty Incline to it, or no ? Cant.
He seems indifferent, Or rather swaying more upon our part Than cherishing the exhibiters against us; For I have made an offer to his Majesty, Upon our spiritual convocation And in regard of causes now in hand, Which I have open'd to his Grace at large, As touching France, to give a greater sum Than ever at one time the clergy yet Did to his predecessors part withal. Ely. How did this offer seem receiv'd, my
Jord ? Cant. With good acceptance of his Majesty; Save that there was not time enough to hear, As I perceiv'd his Grace would fain have done, The severals and unhidden passages Of his true titles to some certain dukedoms, And generally to the crown and seat of France Deriv'd from Edward, his great-grandfather. Ely. What was the impediment that broke
this off ? Cant. The French ambassador upon that
instant Cray'd audience; and the hour, I think, is To give him hearing. Is it four o'clock ?
Ely. It is
Cant. Then go we in, to know his embassy ; Which I could with a ready guess declare, Before the Frenchman speak a word of it. Ely. I'll wait upon you, and I long to hear it.
(Exeunt. [SCENE II. The same. The presence chamber.] Enter King HENRY, GLOUCESTER, BEDFORD,
EXETER, WARWICK, WESTMORELAND (and
Send for him, good uncle. West. Shall we call in the ambassador, my
liege? K. Hen. Not yet, my cousin. We would be
resolv'd, Before we hear him, of some things of weight : That task our thoughts, concerning us and
France. Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY and
the BISHOP OF ELY. Cant. God and his angels guard your sacred
throne And make you long become it! K. Hen.
Sure, we thank you. My learned lord, we pray you to proceed And justly and religiously unfold
Why the law Salique that they have in France Or should, or should not, bar us in our claim; And God forbid, my dear and faithful lord, That you should fashion, wrest, or bow your
reading, Or nicely charge your understanding soul With opening titles miscreate, whose right Suits not in native colours with the truth; For God doth know how many now in health Shall drop their blood in approbation Of what your reverence shall incite us to. Therefore take heed how you impawn our
person, How you awake our sleeping sword of war. We charge you, in the name of God, take
heed ; For never two such kingdoms did contend Without much fall of blood, whose guiltless
drops Are every one a woe, a sore complaint 'Gainst him whose wrong gives edge unto the
swords That makes such waste in brief mortality, Under this conjuration speak, my lord ; For we will hear, note, and believe in heart 30 That what you speak is in your conscience
wash'd As pure as sin with baptism. Cant. Then hear me, gracious sovereign, and
you peers, That owe yourselves, your lives, and services To this imperial throne. There is no bar To make against your Highness' claim to France But this, which they produce from Pharamond: “ In terram Salicam mulieres ne succedant,".
No woman shall succeed in Salique land"; " Which Salique land the French unjustly gloze To be the realm of France, and Pharamond a The founder of this law and female bar. Yet their own authors faithfully affirm That the land Salique is in Germany, Between the floods of Sala and of Elbe ; Where Charles the Great, having subdu'd the
Saxons, There left behind and settled certain French ; Who, holding in disdain the German women For some dishonest manners of their life, Establish'd then this law, to wit, no female Should be inheritrix in Salique land ; Which Salique, as I said, 'twixt Elbe and Sala, Is at this day in Germany call'd Meisen. Then doth it well appear the Salique law Was not devised for the realm of France; Nor did the French possess the Salique land Until four hundred one and twenty years After defunction of King Pharamond, Idly suppos'd the founder of this law, Who died within the year of our redemption eo Four hundred twenty-six; and Charles the
Great Subdu'd the Saxons, and did seat the French Beyond the river Sala, in the year Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say, King Pepin, which deposed Childeric, Did, as heir general, being descended Of Blithild, which was daughter to King Clo
Make claim and title to the crown of France.
naught, Convey'd himself as the heir to the Lady Lin
gare, Daughter to Charlemain, who was the son To Lewis the Emperor, and Lewis the son Of Charles the Great. Also, King Lewis the
Tenth, Who was sole heir to the usurper Capet, Could not keep quiet in his conscience, Wearing the crown of France, till satisfied That fair Queen Isabel, his grandmother, Was lineal of the Lady Ermengare, Daughter to Charles, the foresaid Duke of
Lorraine ; By the which marriage the line of Charles the
Great Was re-united to the crown of France. So that, as clear as is the summer's sun, King Pepin's title and Hugh Capet's claim, King Lewis his satisfaction, all appear To hold in right and title of the female. So do the kings of France unto this day, Howbeit they would hold up this Salique law To bar your Highness claiming from the female, And rather choose to hide them in a net Than amply to imbar their crooked titles Usurp'd from you and your progenitors. K. Hen. May I with right and conscience
make this claim ? Cant. The sin upon my head, dread sover
eign! For in the book of Numbers is it writ, When the man dies, let the inheritance Descend unto the daughter. Gracious lord, Stand for your own! Unwind your bloody flag! Look back into your mighty ancestors! Go, my dread lord, to your great-grandsire's
tomb, From whom you claim; invoke his warlike
spirit, And your great-uncle's, Edward the Black
out of work and cold for action!
Ere. Your brother kings and monarchs of
the earth Do all expect that you should rouse yourself, As did the former lions of your blood. West. They know your Grace hath cause
and means and might; So hath your Highness. Never King of England Had nobles richer, and more loyal subjects, Whose hearts have left their bodies here in
England And lie pavilion'd in the fields of France. Cant. "0, let their bodies follow, my dear
liege, With blood and sword and fire to win your
right; In aid whereof we of the spiritualty Will raise your Highness such a mighty sum As never did the clergy at one time Bring in to any of your ancestors. K. Hen. We must not only arm to invade
the French, But lay down our proportions to defend Against the Scot, who will make road upon us With all advantages. Cant. They of those marches, gracious sov
ereign, Shall be a wall sufficient to defend Our inland from the pilfering borderers. K. Hen. We do not mean the coursing
snatchers only, But fear the main intendment of the Scot, Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to us; 145 For you shall read that my great-grandfather Never went with his forces into France But that the Scot on his unfurnish'd kingdom Came pouring, like the tide into a breach, With ample and brim fullness of his force, 150 Galling the gleaned land with hot assays, Girding with grievous siege castles and towns; That England, being empty of defence, Hath shook and trembled at the ill neighbour
hood. Cant. She hath been then more fear'd than
harm’d, my liege;. For hear her but exampl'd by herself: When all her chivalry hath been in France, And she a mourning widow of her nobles, She hath herself not only well defended But taken and impounded as a stray. The King of Scots; whom she did send to
France To fill King Edward's fame with prisoner
Then with Scotland first begin."
Yet that is but a crush'd necessity,
Cant. Therefore doth heaven divide
home To the tent-royal of their emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone. I this infer, That many things, having full reference To one consent, may work contrariously. As many arrows, loosed several ways, Come to one mark; as many ways meet in one
town; As many fresh streams meet in one salt sea; As many lines close in the dial's centre; So may a thousand actions, once afoot, End in one purpose, and be all well borne Without defeat. Therefore to France, my liege! Divide your happy England into four, Whereof take you one quarter into France, 316 And you withal shall make all Gallia sbake. If we, with thrice such powers left at home, Cannot defend our own doors from the dog, Let us be worried and our nation lose The name of hardiness and policy. K. Hen. Call in the messengers sent from
the Dauphin. (Exeunt some Attendants.] 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 Ruling in large and ample empery O'er France and all her almost kingly duke
doms, Or 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 worshipp'd with a waxen epitaph.
Hath turn'd his balls to gun-stones, and his soul Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful ven
geance That 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 But this lies all within the will of God, 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 My rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause. So get you hence in peace; and tell the Dauphin His jest will savour but of shallow wit, When thousands weep more than did laugh at
it. Convey them with safe conduct. - Fare you well.
[Exeunt Ambassadors. Ere. This was a merry message. K. Hen. We hope to make the sender blush
at it. 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 busi
ness. 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, so That this fair action may on foot be brought.
Enter AMBASSADORS of France. Now are we well prepar'd to know the pleasure Of our fair cousin Dauphin ; for we hear Your greeting is from him, not from the King. 1. Amb. May't please your Majesty to give
us leave Freely to render what we have in charge, Or shall we sparingly show you far off The Dauphin's meaning and our embassy? 240 K. Hen. We are no tyrant, but a Christian
king, Unto whose grace our passion is as subject As is our wretches fett'red in our prisons ; Therefore with frank and with uncurbed plainTell us the Dauphin's mind. 1. Amb.
Thus, then, in few. Your Highness, lately sending into France, 246 Did claim some certain dukedoms, in the right Of your great predecessor, King Edward the
Third. In answer of which claim, the prince our mas
ter Says that you savour
too much of your youth, And bids you be advis'd there's nought in
K. Hen. What treasure, uncle ?
Tennis-balls, my liege. K. Hen. We are glad the Dauphin is so plea
sant with us. His present and your pains we thank you
for. 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. Tell him he hath made a match with such a
wrangler That all the courts of France will be dis
turb'd With chaces. And we understand him well, How he comes o'er us with our wilder days, Not measuring what use we made of them. We never valu'd this poor seat of England; And therefore, ring hence, did give our
self To barbarous license; as 't is ever common That men are merriest when they are from
home. But tell the Dauphin I will keep my state, Be like a king, and show my sail of greatness When I do rouse me in my throne of France. 275 For that I have laid by my majesty And plodded like a man for working-days, But I will rise there with so full a glory That I will dazzle all the eyes of France, Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on And tell the pleasant prince this mock of his
(PROLOGUE.) Flourish. Enter CHORUS. (Chor.) Now all the youth of England are on
fire, And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies. Now thrive the armourers, and honour's
thought Reigns solely in the breast of every man. They sell the pasture now to buy the horse, Following the mirror of all Christian kings, With winged heels, as English Mercuries. For now sits Expectation in the air, And hides a sword from hilts unto the point With crowns imperial, crowns, and coronets, 30 Promis'd to Harry and his followers. The French, advis'd by good intelligence Of this most dreadful preparation, Shake in their fear, and with pale policy Seek to divert the English purposes. O England ! model to thy inward greatness, Like little body with a mighty heart, What mightst thou do, that honour would thee
Were all thy children kind and natural!
out A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills With treacherous crowns; and three corrupted
men, One, Richard Earl of Cambridge, and the
second, Henry Lord Scroop of Masham, and the third, Sir Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland, Have, for the gilt of France, - guilt in
deed! Confirm'd conspiracy with fearful France ; And by their hands this grace of kings must die, If hell and treason hold their promises, Ere he take ship for France, and in South
ampton. Linger your patience on, and we 'll digest The abuse of distance, force a play. The sum is paid ; the traitors are agreed ; The King is set from London; and the scene Is now transported, gentles, to Southampton. 36 There is the playhouse now, there must you sit; And thence to France shall we convey you safe, And bring you back, charming the narrow seas To give you gentle pass ; for, if we may, We'll not offend one stomach with our play. 40 But, till the King come forth, and not till then, Unto Southampton do we shift our scene.
(Exit. (SCENE I. London. A street.] Enter CORPORAL Nym and LIEUTENANT BAR
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 and Pistol draw.] O well a day, Lady, if he be not drawn now We shall see wilful adultery and murder committed.
Bard. Good lieutenant ! good corporal ! offer nothing here.
ear'd 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. Pist. 'Solus," egregious dog! O viper
vile ! The "solus" in thy most mervailous 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.
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.
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.) 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. Couple a gorge !" That is the word. I thee defy again. O hound of Crete, think 'st thou my spouse to
get? No! to the spital go, And from the powdering-tub of infamy Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind, 80 Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse. I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly For the only she; and — pauca, there's enough. Go to.
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 face
Bard. Well met, Corporal Nym.
Bard. What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends yet?
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. 14
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 do as I may. That is my 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 HOSTESS. Bard. Here come Ancient Pistol and his wife. Good corporal, be patient here. How now, mine host Pistol'!