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Tombless, with no remembrance over them:
Exe. This was a merry message.
K. Hen. We hope to make the sender blush at it.
[Descends from his throne. Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth, Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour, Not worship’d with a waxen epitaph.
That may give furtherance to our expedition:
For we have now no thought in us but France;
We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door:
A CT II.
Chor. Now all the youth of England are on fire,
And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies;
For now sits Expectation in the air;
And hides a sword, from hilts unto the point,
of this most dreadful preparation,
Shake in their fear; and with pale policy
Seek to divert the English purposes.
Ere he take ship for France, and in Southampton.
The sum is paid; the traitors are agreed;
Is now transported, gentles, to Southampton :
There is the playhouse now, there must you sit:
And thence to France shall we convey you safe,
SCENE I. — The same. Eastcheap,
Enter Ny and BARDOLPH.
Bard. Well met, corporal Nym!
Bard. What, are ancient Pistol and you friends yet?
Nym. For my part, I care not: I say little; but when My rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause.
time shall serve, there shall be smiles; but that So, get you hence in peace; and tell the Dauphin, shall be as it may. I dare not fight; but I will wink, and His jest will savour but of shallow wit,
hold out mine iron. It is a simple one; but what When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it. though? it will toast cheese; and it will endure cold Convey them with safe conduct. Fare you well! as another man's sword will: and there's the hu(Excunt Ambassadors. mour of it.
Doing For wt Scroo K. HE
Bard. I will bestow a breakfast , to make you
Enter the Boy.
Nym. 'Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's the Good Bardolph, put thy nose between his sheets, and
Bard. It is certain, corporal, that he is married Quick. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding
husband, come home presently.
(Exeunt Mrs Quickly and Boy.
Nym. You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of you
Pist. Base is the slave that pays.
Bard. By this sword, he that makes the first thrust,
l'll kill him; by this sword, I will.
Quick.No,by my troth, not long: for we cannot lodge Bard. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be
I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me;
Is not this just? - for I shall sutler be
Pist. In cash most justly paid.
Re-enter Mirs QUICKLY.
Quick. As ever you came of women, come in quickly
to Sir John! Ah, poor heart! he is so shaked of a buru-
ing quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to
that's the even of' it.
Pist. Nym, thou hast spoke the right;
Flis heart is fracted and corroborate.
SCENE 11. - Southampton. A council-chamber.
(Pistol and Nym draw. Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by. Bard. Hear me, hear me what I say: he that West. How smooth and even they do bear themselves! strikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, as As if allegiance in their bosoms sat, I am a soldier.
(Draws. Crowned with faith, and constant loyalty. Pist. An oath of mickle might; and fury shallabate. Bed. The king hath note
of all that they intend by iuGive methy fist, thy fore-foot to me give;
terception, which they dream not of. Thy spirits are most tall.
Exe. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow,
His sovereign's life to death and treachery!
BRIDGE, 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,Doll Tear-sheet she by name, and her espouse: And you, my gentle knight, — give me your thoughts: I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly Think you not, that the powers we bear with
us, For the only she; and Pauca, there's enough,
Will cut their passage through the force of France ;
my noble ?
Doing the execution, and the act,
You know, how apt our love was, to accord
To furnish him with all appertinents
And sworn unto the practices of France,
To killus here in Hampton: to the which,
This knight, no less for bounty bound to us
Than Cambridge is, — hath likewise sworn.—Bat 0!
Thou, that didst bear the key of all my counsels,
That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
May it be possible, that foreign hire
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 it.
Treason, and murder, ever kept together,
Working so grossly in a natural cause,
That admiration did not whoop at them:
Wonder to wait on treason, and on murder:
And whatsoever cunning fiend it was,
That wrought upon thee so preposteronsly,
H’ath got the voice in hell for excellence:
From glistering semblances of piety;
Grey. Sir, you show great mercy, if you give him life, Gavethee no instance why thou should'st do treason,
Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.
Should with his lion gait walk the whole world,
He might return to vasty Tartar back,
Why, so didst thon: seem they grave and learned ?
Why, so didst thou: come they of noble family?
Why, so didst thou: or are they spare in diet;
Free from gross passion, or of mirth, or anger;
Constant in spirit, 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 judgment, trusting neither ?
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot,
And God acquit them of their practices!
I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Henry
lord Scroop of Masham. Cam. I do confess my fault;
I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Thomas
Grey, knight of Northumberland.
Scroop. Our purposes God justly hath discover'd;
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 :
Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice,
Boy. 'A said once, the devil would have him about
Grey. Never did faithful subject more rejoice Quick. 'A did in some sort, indeed, handle women:
but then he was rheumatic; and talked of the whore of Than I do at this hourjoy o'er myself,
Babylon, Prevented from a damned enterprize:
not remember, 'a saw a flea stick upon My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign. Bardolph's nose; and 'a said, it was a black soul burnK. Hen. God quit you in his mercy! Hear your sen-ing in hell-fire? tence.
Bard. Well, the fuel is gone, that maintained that You have conspir'd against our royal person,
fire; that's all the riches I got in his service. Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his coffers Nym. Shall we shog off ? the king will be gone from Receiv'd the golden earnest of our death;
Southampton. Wherein you
would have sold your king to slaughter, Pist. Come, let's away. – My love, give me thy lips. His princes and his peers to servitude,
Look to my chattels, and my moveables : His subjects to oppression and contempt,
Let senses rule; the word is, Pitch and pay; And his whole kingdom unto desolation.
Trust none; Touching our person, seek we no revenge ;
For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,
And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck;
Let us to France! like horse-leeches, my boys;
Boy. And that is but unwholesome food, they say. Of all your dear offences! - Bear them hence.
Pist. Touch her soft mouth, and march. [Exeunt Conspirators, guarded. Bard. Farewell, hostess!
[Kissing her. Now, lords, for France; the enterprize whereof Nym. I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.
| adieu ! We doubt not of a fair and lucky war;
Pist. Let housewifery appear: keep close, I thee comSince God so graciously hath brought to light
mand. This dangerous treason, lurking in our way,
Quick. Farewell; adieu !
(Exeunt. To hinder our begiņnings, we doubt not now, But every rub is smoothed on our way.
SCENE IV. - France. A room in the French King's Then, forth, dear countrymen ; let us deliver
palace. Our puissance into the hand of God,
Enter the French King attended; the Dauphin, the Putting it straight in expedition.
Duke of BURGUNDY, the Constable, und Others. Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance:
Fr. King. Thus come the English with full power Noking of England, if not king of France. [Exeunt.
To answer royally in our defences.
Quick. Pr’ythee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring of Brabant, and of Orleans, shall make forth,
And you, prince Dauphin, — with all swist despatch,
To line, and new repair, our towns of war,
As waters to the sucking of a gulph. Bard. 'Would, I were with him, wheresome'er he is, It fits us then, to be as provident either in heaven, or in hell!
As fear may teach us, out of late examples, Quick. Nay, sure, he's not in hell; he's in Arthur's Left by the fatal and neglected English bosom, if ever man want to Arthur's bosom. 'A made Upon our fields. a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom Dau. My most redoubted father, child; ’a parted even just between twelve and one, It is most meet we arm us’gainst the foe: e’en at turning o'the tide; for after I saw him fumble for peace istelfshould not so dull a kingdom, with the
sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon (Though war, nor no known quarrel, were in question)
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,
How well supplied with noble counsellors,
How terrible in constant resolution,
Ru Та Of Sel As
And you shall find, his vanities fore-spent
Deliver up the crown; and to take mercy
On the poor souls, for whom this hungry war
Opens his vasty jaws: and on your head
That shall be swallow'd in this controversy.
This is his claim, his threat’ning, and my message;
Unless the Dauphin be in presence here,
To whom expressly I bring greeting too.
Fr. King. For us, we will consider of this further;
Back to our brother England.
Dau. For the Dauphin,
And any thing, that may not misbecome
The mighty sender, doth he prize you at.
Thus says my king: and, if your father's highness
Do not, in grant of all demands at large,
Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty,
Shall chide your trespass, and return your mock
In second accent of his ordnance.
Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply,
Nothing but odds with England; to that end,
As matching to his youth and vanity,
I did present him with those Paris balls.
Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it,
And, be assur'd, you'll find a difference,
bring them. [Exeunt Mess, and certain Lords. Between the promise of his greener days,
Dau. Turn head, and stop pursuit: for coward dogs Even to the utmost grain ; which you shall read Most spend their mouths, when what they seem to In your own losses, if he stay in France. threaten,
Fr. King. To-morrow shall you know our mind Runs far before them. Good my sovereign,
Come here himself to question our delay;
For he is footed in this land already.
Fr. King. You shall be soon despatch’d, with fair
A night is but small breath, and little pause,
А ст III.
Chor. Thus with imagin’d wing our swift scene flies,
The well-appointed king at Hampton pier
With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning,
Upon the hempen tackle, ship-boys climbing :
To sounds confus’d: behold the threaden sails,
Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea,
Breasting the lofty surge! o, do but think,
For so appears this fleet majestical,
Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow!
For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd
With one appearing hair, that will not follow