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 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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

London. Mrs. Quickly's house in Eastcheap.

Enter PISTOL, MRS. QUICKLY, NYM, BARDOLPH, and

ΒΟΥ.

Mrs. Quick. Pr'ythee, honey-sweet husband, let

me bring thee to Staines.

Pis. 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.

Bar. Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either in heaven or in hell!

Mrs. 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;1 'a parted even just between twelve and one, ev'n 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 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.

Nym. They say, he cried out of sack.
Mrs. Quick. Ay, that 'a did.

Bar. And of women.

Mrs. Quick. Nay, that 'a did not.

Boy. Yes, that 'a did; and said, they were devils incarnate.

Mrs. Quick. 'A could never abide carnation; 'twas a color he never liked.

Boy. 'A said once, the devil would have him

about women.

Mrs. Quick. 'A did in some sort, indeed, handle women but then he was rheumatic; 1 and talked 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?

Bar. 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.

Pis. Come, let's away.-My love, give me thy lips.

Look to my chattels and my moveables:

2

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.3 Yoke-fellows in arms,
Let us to France! like horse-leeches, my boys;

1 Mrs. Quickly probably means lunatic.

Conduct yourself sensibly.

3 Dry thine eyes.

To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!

Boy. And that is but unwholesome food, they

say.

Pis. Touch her soft mouth, and march.

Bar. Farewell, hostess.

[kissing her. Nym. I cannot kiss; that is the humor of it: but adieu.

Pis. Let housewifery appear; keep close, I thee command.

Mrs. Quick. Farewell; adieu.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

France. A room in the French King's palace.

Enter FRENCH KING attended; DAUPHIN, DUKE OF BURGUNDY, 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.

Therefore the dukes of Berry, and of Bretagne,
Of Brabant, and of Orleans, shall make forth,-
And you, prince Dauphin,-with all swift despatch,
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 gulf.
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 dull1 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, '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;

No, with no more, than if we heard that England

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

3 shall find, his vanities forespent 3 Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus,

1 Render callous, insensible.

2 In making objections.

3 Past.