Bard. By this fword, he that makes the first thrust, I'll kill him; by this fword, I will.

Pift. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their courfe.

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

Nym. I fhall have my eight fhillings, I won of you at betting?

Pist. A noble shalt thou have, and present pay;
And liquor likewife will I give to thee,
And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood:
I'll live by Nym, and Nym fhall live by me ;-
Is not this juft?-for I fhall futler be

Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
Give me thy hand.

Nym. I fhall have my noble?

Pift. In cafh moft justly paid.

Nym. Well then, that's the humour of it.

Re-enter Quickly.

Quick. As ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir John: Ah, poor heart! he is so shak'd of a burning quotidian tertian, that it is moft lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him.

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

Pift. Nym, thou haft spoke the right:

His heart is fracted, and corroborate.

Nym. The king is a good king: but it must be as it may; he paffes fome humours, and careers.

fracted, and corroborate.]-though deeply affected, yet makes fome

fout efforts.

careers,]-ftrange flights.

Pift. Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins, we

will live.

SCENE II.

Southampton.

Enter Exeter, Bedford, and Westmoreland.

[Exeunt.

Bed. 'Fore God, his grace is bold, to trust these traitors.
Exe. They fhall be apprehended by and by.

Weft. How smooth and even they do bear themselves!
As if allegiance in their bofoms fat,

Crowned with faith, and conftant loyalty.

Bed. The king hath note of all that they intend, By interception which they dream not of.

Weft. Nay, but the man that was his 'bedfellow,

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Whom he hath cloy'd and grac'd with princely favours,-
That he should, for a foreign purse, so fell
His fovereign's life to death and treachery!

[Trumpets found.

Enter the King, Scroop, Cambridge, Grey, and attendants.

K. Henry. Now fits 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 paffage through the force of France;
Doing the execution, and the act,

For which we have "in head affembled them?

Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best.

iwe will live.]-not fight, and destroy each other.

interception]-by means of intercepted letters, or papers.

1 bedfellow,]-Lord Scroop, his prime favourite, one who was honoured with his clofet intimacy. CORIOLANUS, A&t. II, S. 2. Men. dull'd and cloy'd-lull'd.

in bead affembled them ?]-embodied them.

K. Henry.

1

K. Henry. I doubt not that: fince we are well per

fuaded,

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
Succefs and conqueft 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 fits in heart-grief and uneafiness

Under the fweet fhade of your government.

Grey. Even thofe, that were your father's enemies, Have fteep'd their galls in honey; and do ferve you With hearts create of duty and of zeal.

K. Henry. We therefore have great cause of thankful,

nefs;

And fhall forget the office of our hand,
Sooner than quittance of defert and merit,
According to the weight and worthiness.

Scroop. So fervice fhall with fteeled finews toil
And labour shall refresh itself with hope,
To do your grace inceffant fervices.

K. Henry, We judge no lefs.-Uncle of Exeter,
Enlarge the man committed yesterday,

That rail'd against our perfon: we confider,
It was excess of wine that fet him on;

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And, on his more advice, we pardon him.

Scroop. That's mercy, but too much fecurity : Let him be punish'd, fovereign; left example Breed, by his fufferance, more of fuch a kind. K. Henry. O, let us yet be merciful.

Cam. So may your highness, and yet punish too.

mind.

create]-compofed.
P more advice,]-coming to a better
a fufferance,]-being fuffered to rail with impunity.
Grey.

Grey. Sir, you fhew great mercy, After the taste of much correction.

if you give him life,

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

If little faults, proceeding 'on diftemper,

Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we 'ftretch our eye,
When capital crimes, chew'd, fwallow'd, and digested,
Appear before us?-We'll yet enlarge that man,

Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey,-in their dear

care

And tender prefervation of our person,—

Would have him punish'd. And now to our French caufes ;

Who are the late commiffioners?

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 fovéreign.

K. Henry. Then, Richard, earl of Cambridge, there is

yours ;

There yours, lord Scroop of Masham ;-and, fir knight,
Grey of Northumberland, this fame is yours :-

Read them; and know, I know your worthiness.-
My lord of Weftmoreland,—and uncle Exeter,-
We will aboard to-night.-Why, how now, gentlemen ?
What fee you in thofe papers, that you lose

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

Out of appearance?

en distemper,]-from a ftate of intoxication.

* ftretch our eye,]-comprefs it, ftill keep it clofed.

the late]-the perfons lately appointed.

"chas'd your blood out of appearance ?]-driven it from your cheeks, To that there is none to be feen there.

Cam.

Cam. I do confess my fault;

And do fubmit me to your highness' mercy.
Grey. Scroop. To which we all appeal.

K. Henry. The mercy that was "quick in us but late,

By our own counfel is fupprefs'd and kill'd:

You must not dare, for fhame, 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 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 confpir'd,
And fworn 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 likewife fworn.-But O!
What shall I fay to thee, lord Scroop; thou cruel,
Ingrateful, favage, and inhuman creature!

Thou, that didft bear the key of all my counfels,
That knew'ft the very bottom of my foul,
That almoft might'ft have coined me into gold,
Would'st thou have practis'd on me for thy use?
May it be poffible, 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 *ftands off as grofs
As black from white, my eye will scarcely fee it.
Treason, and murder, ever kept together,

As two yoke-devils fworn to either's purpose,

quick]-alive.

* ftands off as grofs as black from white,]-prefents itfelf as clearly, as a black figure raised upon a white ground.

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