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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.

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 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. [NYM draws his sword.] () well-a-day, Lady, if he be not here. Now we shall see wilful murther committed. Good lieutenant Bardolph

Bard. Good corporal, offer nothing here.
Nym. Pish!

Pist. Pish for thee, Iceland dog !3 thou prick-eared cur of Iceland.

Quick. Good corporal Nym, show thy valour, 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;4 And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth! I do retort the solus in thy bowels.

(1) Base tike. A tike is a kind of mongrel dog.

(2) O, well-a-day, Lady. Lady is here used as an oath; the blessed virgin, our Lady, is here invoked.

(3) Iceland dog! This is a term of great reproach. In the time when this play was written there was a belief that in Iceland there was a race of men with human bodies and dog's heads.

(4) Perdy ; i.e. par Dieu. This is an oath, even now, much used by the French.

Nym. I am not Barbason, you cannot conjure me. I have an humour to knock you indifferently well : If you grow foul irith me, Pistol, I will scour you with my rapier, as I may say, in fair terms.

Pist. O braggard vile, and 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. Coupe le gorge, that's the word ?—I defy thee again. O hound of Crete,2 think'st thou my spouse to get? No; 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 master3—and you, hostess ;-he is very sick, and would to bed.-Good Bardolph, put thy face 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. QUICK. and Boy.

Bard. Come, shall I make you two friends? We must to France together. Why 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.

(1) Barbason is the name of a demon in “ The Merry Wives of Windsor.”

(2) O hound of Crete; i. e. O thou blood-hound. Crete was famous for its blood-hounds.

(3) My master. Falstaff is here intended.

Bard. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends : an thou wilt not, why, then, be enemies with me too. Prithee, put up.

Pist. A noble’ shalt thou have, and present pay;
And liquor likewise will I give to thee,
And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood :
I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me;-
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 it.

Re-enter MRS. QUICKLY. Quick. As ever you come of women, come in quickly to sir John: Ah, poor heart! he is so shaked of a burning quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him.

Nym. The king hath run bad bumours 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 careers. Pist. Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins, we will live.

[Exeunt. SCENE II.—Southampton. A Council Chamber.

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 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 !
Trumpet sounds.


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,

(1) A noble. This is a coin valued at 6s. 8d., or half a mark.

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 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.

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 concent with ours;
Nor leave not one behind, that doth not wish
Success and conquest to attend on us.

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 you
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,
After the taste of much correction.

K. Hen. Alas, your too much love and care of me
Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor

If little faults, proceeding on distemper,3
Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye
When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and digested,


And shall forget the office of our hand

Sooner than quittance; i. e. we shall sooner forget the use of our hand than forget to requite merit.

(2) On his more advice; i. e, now that he is returned to more coolness of mind. (3) Distemper; i.e. sudden passion.

What see you

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. řen. 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 ?
in those papers,


So much complexion ?-look ye, how they change!
Their cheeks are paper.—Why, what read you there,
That hath so cowarded and chas'd your blood
Out of appearance ?

I do confess my fault;
And do submit me to your highness' mercy.

Grey, Scroop. To which we all appeal.

K. Tlen. 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 you.
See you, my princes, and my


These English monsters! My lord of Cambridge 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 !
Thou, that didst bear the key of all my counsels,
That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
That almost might'st have coin'd me into gold,
Wouldst thou have practis'd on me for thy use;
May it be possible, that foreign hire

(1) That was quick; i. e, was alive in us just now.

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