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between his sheets, and do the office of a warming-pan. Faith, he's very ill. Bard. Away, you rogue,

e ! Host. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of these days. The King has kill'd his heart. Good husband, come home presently.

(Exeunt (Hostess 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.

(They draw, Bard. By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I'll kill him; by this sword, I will. 105 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. Prithee, put up.

Nym. I shall have my eight shillings I won from 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.
I 'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me, 115
Is not this just? For I shall sutler be
Unto the camp, and profits will accrue
Give me thy hand.

Nym. I shall have my noble ?
Pist. In cash most justly paid.
Nym. Well, then, that's the humour of 't.

Re-enter Hostess. Host. As ever you come of women, come in quickly to Sir John. Ah, poor heart l'he is so shak'd of a burning quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him.

Nym. The King hath run bad humours on the knight; that's the even of it.

Pist. Nym, thou hast spoke the right. 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 Pist. Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins, we will live.

[Ereunt.] [SCENE II. Southampton. A council-chamber.] Enter EXETER, BEDFORD, and WESTMORE

LAND. Bed. 'Fore God, his Grace is bold, to trust

these traitors. Ere. 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. Ere. Nay, but the man that was his bed

fellow, Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious

favours, That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell His sovereign's life to death and treachery. Trumpets sound. Enter King HENRY, SCROOP,

CAMBRIDGE, and GREY. K. Hen. Now sits the wind fair, and we will

aboard. My Lord of Cambridge, and my kind Lord of

Masham, And you, my gentle knight, give me your

thoughts. Think you not that the powers we bear with us Will cut their passage through the foree of

France, Doing the execution and the act For which we have in head assembled them? Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do

his best. K. Hen. I doubt not that, since we are well

persuaded We carry not a heart with us from hence That grows not in a fair consent with ours, Nor leave not one behind that doth not wish Success Cam. Never was monarch better

fear'd and lov'd Than is your Majesty. There's not, I think, a

subject That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness Under the sweet shade of your government. Grey. True; those that were your father's

enemies Have steep'd their galls in honey, and do serve With hearts create of duty and of zeal. K. Hen. We therefore have great cause of

thankfulness, 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

toil, And labour shall refresh itself with hope, To do your Grace incessant services.

K. Hen. We judge no less. Uncle of Exeter, Enlarge the man committed yesterday, That rail'd against our person. We consider It was excess of wine that set him on, And on his more advice we pardon him.

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

too. Grey. Sir, You show great mercy if you give him life u After the taste of much correction.

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K. Hen. Alas, your too much love and care

of me Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch ! If little faults, proceeding on distemper, Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we 'stretch

our eye 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, Would have him punish'd. And now to our

French causes.
Who are the late commissioners ?

Cam. I one, my lord.
Your Highness bade me ask for it to-day.

Scroop. So did you me, my liege.
Grey. And I, 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,
We 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!
Their cheeks are paper. - Why, what read you

there,
That have so cowarded and chas'd your blood
Out of appearance ?
Cam.

I do confess my fault,
And do submit me to your Highness' mercy.
Grey.

To which we all appeal.
Scroop.
K. Hen. The mercy that was quick in us but

late,
By your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd. 80
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 Cam-

bridge 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 !
Thon that didst bear the key of all my counsels,
That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
That almost mightst have coin'd me into gold,
Wonldst 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? 'Tis so strange,
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,
As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose,
Working so grossly in a natural cause
That admiration did not whoop at them;
But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in
Wonder to wait on treason and on murder; 110
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 glist'ring semblances of piety.
But he that temper'd thee bade thee stand up,
Gave thee no instance why

thou shouldst do treason, Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor, 120 If that same demon that hath gull’d thee thus Should with his lion gait walk the whole world, He might return to vasty Tartar 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! Show men dutiful ? Why, so didst thou. Seem they grave and

learned ? Why, so didst thou. Come they of noble fam

ily? Why, 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 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 judgement trusting nei

ther? Such and so finely bolted 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. 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
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.

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Grey. Never did faithful subject more re

joice At the discovery of most dangerous treason Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself, Prevented from a damned enterprise. My fault, but not nty body, pardon, sov

ereign. K. Hen. God quit you in his mercy! Hear

your sentence. You have conspir'd against our royal person, Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his

coffers Received the golden earnest of our death ; 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, 175 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 repentOf all your dear offences ! Bear them hence.

(Exeunt (Cambridge, Scroop, and

Grey, guarded]. Now, lords, for France; the enterprise 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 !

(Flourish. (SCENE III. London. Before a tavern.] Enter Pistol, NYM, BARDOLPH, Boy, and

Hostess. 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

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 Ar- (10 thur'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 (15 knew there was but one way; for his nose was

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as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. · How now, Sir John!" quoth 1: “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 hop'd there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet. I pat my hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone; then I felt to his = knees, (and they were as cold as any stone; and so upward and upward, and all was as cold as any stone.

Nym. 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 lik’d.

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 talk'd 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-fire ?

Bard. Well, the fuel is gone that maintain'd that fire. That's all the riches I got in his ser vice.

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." 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's but unwholesome food, they say:

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. Host. Farewell ; adieu.

[Ereunt. [SCENE IV. France. The King's palace.] Flourish. Enter the FRENCH Kixg, the Dar

PHIN, the DUKES OF BERRI and BRETAGNE (the CONSTABLE, and others). Fr. King. Thus comes the English with full

power upon us, And more than carefully it us concerns To answer royally in our defences. Therefore the Dukes of Berri and of Bretagne, Of Brabant and of Orleans, shall make forth,

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And you, Prince Dauphin, with all swift dis

patch, To line and new repair our towns of war With men of courage and with means defen

dant;
For England his approaches makes as fierce
As waters to the sucking of a gulf.
It fits as then to be as provident
As fears 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 Eng-

land
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.

O peace, Prince Dauphin !
You are too much mistaken in this king.
Question your Grace the late ambassadors
With what great state he heard their embassy,
How well supplied with noble counsellors,
How modest in exception, and withal
How terrible in constant resolution,
And you shall find his vanities forespent
Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus,
Covering discretion with a coat of folly,
As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots
That shall first spring and be most delicate. 40
Dau. Well, 't is not so, my Lord High Con-

stable; But though we think it so, it is no matter. In cases of defence 't is best to weigh The enemy more mighty than he seems, So the proportions of defence are fill'd ; Which, of a weak and niggardly projection, Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat with scanting A little cloth.

Fr. King. Think we King Harry strong ; And, Princes, look you strongly arm to meet

him.
The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon
And he is bred out of that bloody strain
That haunted ns in our familiar paths.
Witness our too much memorable shame
When Cressy battle fatally was struck,
And all our princes captiv'd by the hand
Of that black name, Edward, Black Prince of

Wales;
Whiles that his mountain sire, on mountain

standing,
Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,
Saw his heroical seed, and smil'd to see him,
Mangle the work of nature and deface

The patterns that by God and by French fathers
Had twenty years been made. This is a stem
Of that victorious stock ; and let us fear
The native mightiness and fate of him.

Enter a MESSENGER.
Mess. Ambassadors from Harry King of

England Do crave admittance to your Majesty. Fr. King. We'll give them present audience. Go, and bring them.

(Exeunt Messenger and certain

Lords.) You see this chase is hotly follow'd, friends. Dau. Turn head, and stop pursuit; for cow

ard dogs Most spend their mouths when what they seem

to threaten Runs far before them. Good my sovereign, Take up the English short, and let them know Of what a monarchy you are the head. Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting.

Enter EXETER. Fr. King. From our brother of England ? Exe. From him; and thus he greets your

Majesty: He wills you, in the name of God Almighty, That you divest yourself, and lay apart The borrowed glories that by gift of heaven, By law of nature and of nations, longs To him and to his heirs ; namely, the crown And all wide-stretched honours that pertain By custom and the ordinance of times Unto the crown of France. That you may

know 'Tis no sinister nor no awkward claim Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd

days,
Nor from the dust of old oblivion rak'd,
He sends you this most memorable line,
In every branch truly demonstrative;
Willing you overlook this pedigree ;
And when you find him evenly deriv'd
From his most fam'd of famous ancestors,
Edward the Third, he bids you then resign
Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held
From him, the native and true challenger.

Fr. King. Or else what follows?

Exe. Bloody constraint; for if you hide the Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it. Therefore in fierce tempest he is coming, In thunder and in earthquake, like a Jove, 100 That, if requiring fail, he will compel; And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord, Deliver up the crown, and to take mercy On the poor souls for whom this hungry war Opens his vasty jaws; and on your head Turning the widows' tears, the orphans' cries, The dead men's blood, the pining maidens'

groans, For husbands, fathers, and betrothed lovers, That shall be swallowed in this controversy. This is his claim, his threat'ning, and my meg

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Unless the Dauphin be in presence here,
To whom expressly I bring greeting too.
Fr. King. For us, we will consider of this

further.
To-morrow shall you bear our full intent
Back to our brother of England.
Dau.

For the Dauphin, I stand here for him. What to him from Eng

land ? Exe. Scorn and defiance. Slight regard,

contempt, And anything that may not misbecome The mighty sender, doth he prize you at. Thus says my king: an if your father's HighDo not, in grant of all demands at large, Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his Majesty, He 'll call you to so hot an answer of it, That caves and womby vaultages of France Shall chide your trespass and return your

mock In second accent of his ordinance.

Dau. Say, if my father render fair return, It is against my will ; for I desire Nothing but odds with England. To that end, As matching to his youth and vanity, I did present him

with the

Paris balls. Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake

for it, Were it the mistress-court of mighty Europe ; And, be assur'd, you 'll find a difference, As we his subjects have in wonder found, Between the promise of his greener days And these he masters now. Now he weighs

time Even to the utmost grain. That you shall read In your own losses, if he stay in France. Fr. King. To-morrow shall you know our mind at full.

[Flourish. 140 Exe. Dispatch us with all speed, lest that

our king Come here himself to question our delay; For he is footed in this land already. Fr. King. You shall be soon dispatch'd with

fair conditions. A night is but small breath and little pause 145 To answer matters of this consequence,

(Ereunt. ACT (111)

PROLOGUE Flourish. Enter CHORUS. [Chor.) Thus with imagin'd wing our swift

scene flies In motion of no less celerity Than that of thought. Suppose that you have The well-appointed king at (Hampton) pier Embark his royalty, and his brave fleet With silken streamers the young Phæbus fan

ning. Play with your fancies, and in them behold Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing; Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give To sounds confus'd; behold the threaden sails,

Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, Draw the huge bottoms through the furtoed

sea, Breasting the lofty surge. O, do but think You stand upon the rivage and behold A city on the inconstant billows dancing; For so appears this fleet majestical, Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, fol.

low! Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy, And leave your England, as dead midnight

still, Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old wo

men, Either past or not arriv'd to pith and puissance. For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd With one appearing hair, that will not follow These cull'd and choice-drawn cavaliers to

France ? Work, work your thoughts, and therein see a Behold the ordnance on their carriages, With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur. Suppose the ambassador from the French

comes back, Tells Harry that the King doth offer him Katharine his daughter, and with her, to

dowry, Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms. The offer likes not; and the nimble gunner With linstock now the devilish cannon touches,

(Alarum, and chambers go off. And down goes all before them. Still be kind, And eke out our performance with your mind.

(Erit. (SCENE I. France. Before] Harfleur. Alarum. Enter KING HENRY, EXETER, BED

FORD, GLOUCESTER, (and Soldiers, with) scaling-ladders. K. Hen. Once more unto the breach, dear

friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, : Then imitate the action of the tiger ; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'er

whelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest Eng

lish, Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof! Fathers that, like so many Alexanders, Have in these parts from morn till even fought, And sheath'd their swords for lack of argu

ment. Dishonour not your mothers; now attest

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