To venge vs as we may, and to put forth our hand
In a right caufe: fo get you hence, and tell your prince,
His left will fauour but of shallow wit,

When thousands weepe more then did laugh at it.
Conuey them with fafe condnet ; fee them hence.
Exe. This was a merry message.

King. We hope to make the fender blush at it:
Therfore let our collection for the wars be foon prouided
For God before, weel check the Dolphin at his fathers
Doore: therefore let euery man now tafke his thought,
That this faire action may on foote be brought.

Exeunt omnes.

Enter Nim and Bardolfe.

Bar. Good morrow corporall Nim.

Nim. Good morrow lieutenant Bardolfe.

Bar. What, is ancient Pistoll and thee friends yet?
Nim. I cannot tell, things must be as they may :

I dare not fight, but I will winke and hold out mine iron,
Tis a fimple one, but what tho; twil ferue to tofte cheese,
And it will endure cold as another mans fword will,
And theres the humour of it.

Bar. Ifaith mistreffe Quickly did thee great wrong,
For thou wert troth-plight to her.

Nim. I must do as I may, tho patience be a tired mare,
Yet fheel plod, and fome fay kniues haue edges,

And men may fleepe and haue their throates about them
At that time, and there's the humor of it.

Bar. Come ifaith, Ile beftow a breakfast to make Piftoll and thee friends. What a plague fhould we carry kniues to cut our owne throates.

Nim. Ifaith Ile liue as long as I may, that's the certaine of it. And when I cannot liue any longer, Ile do as I may, And there's my reft, and the randeuous of it.

Enter

Enter Piftoll, and hoftes Quickly his wife.

Bar. Good morrow ancient Piftoll.

Heere comes ancient Piftoll, I prethee Nim be quiet.
Nim. How do you my host?

Pift. Base flaue, calleft thou me hoft?

Now by gads lugges I fweare, I fcorne the title,
Nor fhall my Nell keepe lodging.

Hoft. No by my troth not I,

For we cannot bed nor boord halfe a score gentlewomen
That liue honeftly by the pricke of their needle,
But it is thought straight we keepe a bawdy-house.
O Lord, heere's corporall Nim, now shall
We haue wilfull adultery and murther committed:
Good corporall Nim fhew the valour of a man,
And put vp your fword.

Nim. Push,

Pift. What, doft thou push, thou prickeard cur of Iseland. Nim. Will you fhog off? I would haue you folus.

Pift. Solus, egregious dog, that folus in thy throate, And in thy lungs, and which is worse, within

Thy mesfull mouth, I do retort that folus

In thy bowels, and in thy iaw perdie; for I can talke,
And Piftols flashing fiery cocke is vp.

Nim. I am not Barbafom, you cannot coniure me;
I haue an humor Pistoll to knocke you indifferently well,
And you fall foule with me Piftoll,

Ile fcoure you with my rapier in faire tearmes.

If you will walke off a little,

Ile pricke your guts a little in good termes,

And there's the humor of it.

Pift. O braggard vile, and damned furious wight, The graue doth gape, and groaning death is neere, Therefore exall.

They draw.

Bar.

Bar. Heare me, he that ftrikes the first blow, tle kill him, as I am a fouldier.

Pift. An oath of mickle might, and fury fhall abate.
Nim. Ile cut your throat at one time or another
In faire termes: and there's the humor of it.

Poft. Couple gorge is the word, I thee defie agen;
A damned hound, thinkft thou my spouse to get?
No, to the powdering tub of infamy,

Fetch foorth the lazar kite of Crefides kinde,
Doll Tear-fbeete, fhe by name, and her espowse
I haue, and I will hold, the quandom quickly,
For the onely she and paco, there it is enough.

Enter the Boy.

Boy. Hoftes, you must come ftraight to my mafter, And you hoft Piftoll.

Good Bardolfe put thy nose betweene the sheetes,

And do the office of a warming pan.

Hoft. By my troth heel yeeld the crow a pudding one of

thefe dayes.

Ile go to him, hufband you'l come?

Bar. Come Piftoll be friends.

Nim, prethee be friends, and if thou wilt not,

Be enemies with me too.

Ni. I fhal haue my eight fhillings I won of you at betting.

Pift. Bafe is the flaue that payes.

Ni. That now I will haue, and there's the humor of it.
Pift. As manhood shall compound.

Bar. He that ftrikes the firft blow,

Ile kill him by this fword.

They draw.

Pi. Sword is an oath, and oathes muft haue their courfe. Nim. I fhall haue my eight fhillings I wonne of you at

betting.

Pist. A noble fhalt thou haue, and ready pay,
And liquor likewife will I giue to thee,
And friendship fhall combinde out brotherhood,
Ile liue by Nim, as Nim fhall liue by me;
Is not this iuft? for I fhall futler be

Vnto the campe, and profit will occrue,
Nim. I fhall haue my noble?

Pist. In cash most truely paid,

Nim. Why theres the humor of it.

Enter Hoftes.

Hoftes. As euer you came of men come in,

Sir John, poore foule is fo troubled

With a burning tashan contigian feuer, tis wonderfull.

Pift. Let vs condole the knight; for lamkins we wil liue.

Enter Exeter and Glofter.

Exeunt omnes,

Gloft. Before God my lord, his grace is too bold to trust these traytors,

Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by.

Gloft. I but the man that was his bedfellow,

Whom he hath cloyed and graced with princely fauors,
That he should for a forreigne purse, to sell

His foueraignes life to death and trechery.

Exe. O the lord of Masfbam,

Enter the King and three Lords.

King. Now firs, the winde is faire, and we will aboord; My lord of Cambridge, and my lord of Massham, And you my gentle knight, giue me your thoughts, Do you not thinke the power we beare with vs, Will make vs conquerors in the field of France?

Masham.

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

Cam. Neuer was monarch better feared and loued then is your maiefty.

Grey. Euen those that were your fathers enemies

Haue steeped their gals in hony for your fake.

King. We therefore haue great cause of thankfulnesse,

And shall forget the office of our hands;
According to their caufe and worthineffe.

Maf. So feruice fhall with steeled finewes fhine,
And labour shall refresh it felfe with hope
To do your grace inceffant feruice.

King. Vnckle of Exeter, enlarge the man
Committed yesterday, that raild against our perfon,
We confider it was the heate of wine that fet him on,
And on his more aduice we pardon him.

Maf. That is mercy but too much fecurity;

Let him be punisht foueraigne,

Least the example of him, breed more of such a kinde.
King. O let vs yet be mercifull.

Cam. So may your highnesse, and punish too.
Grey. You fhew great mercy if you giue him life,
After the taste of his correction.

King. Alaffe, your too much care and loue of me,
Are heauy orifons against the poore wretch,
If little faults proceeding on diftemper,
Should not be winked at,

How could we ftretch our eye, when capitall crimes,
Chewed, fwallowed, and digefted, appeare before vs;
Well yet enlarge the man, tho Cambridge and the reft
In their deare loues, and tender preferuation of our state,
Would haue him punisht.

Now to our French causes.

Who are the late commiffioners ?

Cam