lower,

Put into parts, doth keep in one concent;*
Congruingt in a full and natural close,
Like music.

Cant. True: therefore doth heaven divide
The state of man in divers functions,
Setting endeavour in continual motion;
To which is fixed, as an aim or butt,
Obedience: for so work the honey bees;
Creatures, that, by a rule in nature, teach
The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
They have a king, and officers of sorts:‡
Where some, like magistrates, correct at home;
Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad;
Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings,
Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds;
Which pillage they with merry march bring
To the tent-royal of their emperor: [home
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-ey'd 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 concent, may work contrariously;
As many arrows, loosed several ways,
Fly to one mark;

As many several ways meet in one town;
As many fresh streams run in one self sea;
As many lines close in the dial's centre;
So many 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,
And you withal shall make all Gallia shake.
If we, with thrice that power left at home,
Cannot defend our own door 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.

[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-
Says, that you savour too much of your
youth;
[France,
That can be with a nimble galliard won;
And bids you be advis'd, there's nought in
You cannot revel into dukedoms there :
He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit,
Desires you, let the dukedoms, that you claim,
This tun of treasure; and, in lieu of this,
Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin
speaks.

K. Hen. What treasure, uncle?
Exe. Tennis-balls, my liege.

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
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.
And therefore, living hence,|| did give ourself
We never valu'd this poor seats of England;
To barbarous licence; As 'tis 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:
For that I have laid by my majesty,
But I will rise there with so full a glory,
And plodded like a man for working days;
Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on us.
That I will dazzle all the eyes of France,
Hath turn'd his balls to gun-stones; and his
And tell the pleasant prince,-this mock of his
[geance

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;
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,
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 might'st thou do, that honour would thee
Were all thy children kind and natural! [do,
But see thy fault! France hath in thee found
A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills [out
With treacherous crowns: and three corrupted
[cond,

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!
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 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;
Therefore exhale.* [PISTOL and NYM draw.
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. 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
Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind,§
Doll Tear-sheet she by name, and her espouse:
I have, and I will hold, the quondam|| Quickly
For the only she; and-Pauca, there's enough.

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.
Nym. The king hath run bad humours on

His heart is fracted and corroborate.
Pist. Nym, thou hast spoke the right;

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
His sovereign's life to death and treachery!

Trumpet sounds. Enter King HENRY, SCROOP,
CAMBRIDGE, GREY, Lords, and Attendants.
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:

[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,
For which we have in head* assembled them?
Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do

his best.

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

K. Hen. We judge no less.-Uncle of Exe-
Enlarge the man committed yesterday, [ter,
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,

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.
If little faults, proceeding on distemper,
Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch
[digested,
When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and
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 me, 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 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.
Grey, Scroop. To which we all appeal.

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,
As dogs upon their masters, worrying them.
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 OT
[cruel,
What shall I say to thee, lord Scroop; thou
+ Prayers.
Living.

* Better information. 1 Lately appointed.

That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
That almost might'st have coin'd me into gold,
Would'st 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 from white, my eye will scarcely see
Treason and murder, ever kept together, [it.
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:
And whatsoever cunning fiend it was,
That wrought upon thee so preposterously,
H'ath got the voice in hell for excellence:
And other devils, that suggest by treasons,
Do botch and bungle up damnation [fetch'd
With patches, colours, and with forms being
From glistering semblances of piety;
But he, that temper'd thee, bade thee stand up,
Gave thee no instance why thou should'st do
treason,

Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.
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?

[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;§
Not working with the eye, without the ear,
And, but in purged judgement trusting neither?
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 in-
dued,¶

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.
Grey. Never did faithful subject more rejoice
* Rendered thee pliable. + Pace, step. ↑ Tartarus.
Accomplishment. || Sifted.

Endowed.

Bard. And of women.

At the discovery of most dangerous treason,
Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself,
Prevented from a damned enterprize:
My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign.
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

Receiv'd the golden earnest of our death;

Quick. Nay, that 'a did not.

slaughter,

His princes and his peers to servitude,
His subjects to oppression and contempt,
And his whole kingdom unto desolation.
Touching our person, seek we no revenge;
But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,
Whose ruin you three 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 repentance
Of all your dear offences!-Bear them hence.
[Exeunt Conspirators, guarded.
Now, lords, for France; the enterprize where-
Shall be to you, as us, like glorious. [of
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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.-London.-Mrs. QUICKLY'S
House in Eastcheap.

Enter PISTOL, Mrs. QUICKLY, NYM, BAR-
DOLPH, and Boy.

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:
Let senses rule; the word is, Pitch and Pay;
Trust none;
[cakes,
For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-
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 is 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.

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 answer royally in our defences. [ne,
Therefore the dukes of Berry, and of Bretag
Of Brabant, and of Orleans, shall make forth,-
And you, prince Dauphin,—with all swift de-
spatch,

To line, and new repair, our towns of war, With men of courage, and with means defendant:

For England his approaches makes as fierce,
As waters to the sucking of a gulph.
It fits us then, to be as provident
As fear 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,)

[ed,

But that defences, musters, preparations,
Should be maintain'd, assembled, and collect-
As were a war in expectation.
Therefore, I say, 'tis meet we all go forth,"
To view the sick and feeble parts of France:
And let us do it with no show of fear;