Tombless, with no remembrance over them:

Exe. This was a merry message.
Either our history shall, with full mouth,

K. Hen. We hope to make the sender blush at it.
Speak freely of our acts; or else our grave,

[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:
Enter Ambassadors of France.

For we have now no thought in us but France;
Now are we well prepar'd to know the pleasure Save those to God, that run before our business.
of our fair cousin Dauphin; for, we hear, Therefore, let our proportions for these wars
Your greeting is from him, not from the king. Be soon collected; and all things thought upon,
Amb. May it please your majesty, to give us leare That may, with reasonable swiftness, add
Freely to render what we have in charge; More feathers to our wings; for, God before,
Or shall we sparingly show you far off

We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door:
The Dauphin's meaning, and our embassy? Therefore, let every man now task his thought,
K. Hen. We are no tyrant, but a Christian king; That this fair action may on foot be brought. (Exeunt.
Unto whose grace our passion is as subject,
As are our wretches fetter'd in our prisons:

A CT II.
Therefore, with frank and with uncurbed plainness,
Tell us the Dauphin's mind.

Enter CHORUS.
Amb. Thus then, in few.

Chor. Now all the youth of England are on fire,
Your highness, lately sending into France,

And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies;
Did claim some certain dukedoms, in the right Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought
of your great predecessor, king Edward the third. Reigns solely in the breast of every man:
In answer of which claim, the prince our master They sell the pasture now, to buy the horse;
Says, that you savour too much of your youth; Following the mirror of all Christian kings
And bids you be advis’d, there's nought in France With winged heels, as English Mercuries.
That can be with a nimble galliard won ;

For now sits Expectation in the air;
You cannot revel into dukedoms there :

And hides a sword, from hilts unto the point,
He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit, With crowns imperial, crowns, and coronets,
This tan of treasure; and, in lieu of this, Promis’d to Harry, and his followers.
Desires you, let the dukedoms that you claim, The French, advis'd by good intelligence
Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin speaks.

of this most dreadful preparation,
K. Hen. What treasure, uncle?

Shake in their fear; and with pale policy
Exe. Tennis-balls, my liege.

Seek to divert the English purposes.
K.Hen.We are glad theDauphinis so pleasant with us; O England ! - model to thy inward greatness,
His present, and your pains, we thank you for: Like little body with a mighty heart,
When we have match'd our rackets to these balls, What might'st'thou do, that honour would thee do,
We will, in France, by God's grace, play a set, Were all thy children kind and natural !
Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard But see thy fault! France hath in thee found out
Tell him, he hath made a match with such a wrangler, A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills
That all the courts of France will be disturb’d With treacherous crowns: and three corrupted men,-
With chaces. And we understand him well, One, Richard earl of Cambridge; and the second,
How he comes o’er us with our wilder days, Henry lord Scroop of Masham; and the third,
Not measuring what use we made of them. Sir Thomas Grey knight of Northumberland,
We never valu'd this poor seat of England, Have, for the gilt of France, (O guilt, indeed!)
And therefore, living hence, did give ourself Confirm'd conspiracy with fearful France;
To barbarous licence; as 'tis ever common, And by their hands this grace of kings must die,
That men are merriest when they are from home. (If hell and treason hold their promises,)
But tell the Dauphin, I will keep my state ;

Ere he take ship for France, and in Southampton.
Be like a king, and show my sail of greatness, Linger your patience on: and well digest
When I do rouse me in my throne of France; The abuse of distance, while we force a play.
For that I have laid by my majesty,

The sum is paid; the traitors are agreed;
And plodded like a man for working-days: The king is set from London; and the scene
But I will rise there with so full a glory,

Is now transported, gentles, to Southampton :
That I will dazzle all the eyes of I'rance,

There is the playhouse now, there must you sit:
Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on us.

And thence to France shall we convey you safe,
And tell the pleasant prince, – this mock of his And bring you back, charming the narrow seas
Hath turn’d his balls to gun-stones; and his soul To give you gentle pass; for, if we may,
Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance We'll not offend one stomach with our play.
That shall fly with them: for many a thousand widows But, till the king come forth, and not till then,
Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands; Unto Southampton do we shift our scene. [Exit.
Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down;
And some are yet ungotten, aud unborn,

SCENE I. — The same. Eastcheap,
That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn.

Enter Ny and BARDOLPH.
But this lies all within the will of God,

Bard. Well met, corporal Nym!
To whom I do apreal; and in whose name, Nym. Good morrow, lieutenant Bardolph!
Tell you the Dauphin, I am coming on,

Bard. What, are ancient Pistol and you friends yet?
To venge me as I may, and to put forth

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.

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Bard. I will bestow a breakfast , to make you

Enter the Boy.
friends; and we'll be all three sworn brothers to Boy. Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master,
France; let it be so, good corporal Nym. and you, hostess ;-he is very sick, and would to bed. -

Nym. 'Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's the Good Bardolph, put thy nose between his sheets, and
certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I will do the office of a warming-pan: 'faith, he's very ill.
do as I may; that is my rest, that is the rendezvous ofit. Bard. Away, you rogue !

Bard. It is certain, corporal, that he is married Quick. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding
to Nell Quickly: and, certainly, she did you wrong; one of these days : the king has killed his heart.--Good
for you were troth-plight to her.

husband, come home presently.
Nym. I cannot tell: things must be as they may; men

(Exeunt Mrs Quickly and Boy.
may sleep, and they may have their throats about them Bard. Come, shall I make you two friends? We must
at that time; and, some say, knives have edges. It must to France together; why, the devil, should we keep
be as it may: though patience be a tired mare, yet she knives to cut one another's throats?
will plod. There must be conclusions. Well, I can- Pist. Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food howlon!
not tell.

Nym. You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of you
Enter Pistol and Mrs QUICKLY.

at betting?

Pist. Base is the slave that pays.
Bard. Here comes ancient Pistol, and his wife : Nym. That now I will have; that's the humour of it.
good corporal, be patient here. How now, mine Pist. As manhood shall compound; push home.
host Pistol?

Bard. By this sword, he that makes the first thrust,
Pist. Base tike, call'st thou me host?

l'll kill him; by this sword, I will.
Now, by this hand I swear, I scorn the term; Pist. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their
Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.

Quick.No,by my troth, not long: for we cannot lodge Bard. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be
and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen, that live friends : an thou wilt not, why then be enemies with
honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will be me too. Pr’ythee, put up.
thought we keep a bawdy-house straight. [Nym Nym. I shall have my eight shillings, I won of you at
draws his sword.] O well-a-day, Lady, if he be not betting?
drawn now! O Lord! here's corporal Nym's — now Pist. A noble shalt thou have, and present pay;
shall we have wilful adultery and murder committed. And liquor likewise will I give to thee,
Good lieutenant Bardolph, good corporal, offer And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood :
nothing here.

I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me;
Nym. Pish!

Is not this just? - for I shall sutler be
Pist. Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prickeared Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
cur of Iceland!

Give me

thy hand,
Quick. Good corporal Nym, show the valour of a Nym. I shall have
man, and put up thy sword.

Pist. In cash most justly paid.
Nym. Will you shog of? I would have you solus. Nym. Well then, that's the humour of it.
[Sheathing his sword.

Re-enter Mirs QUICKLY.
Pist. Solus, egregious dog? O viper vile!

Quick. As ever you came of women, come in quickly
The solus in thy most marvellous face;

to Sir John! Ah, poor heart! he is so shaked of a buru-
The solusin thy teeth, and in thy throat,

ing quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to
Andin thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy ma perdy; behold. Sweet men, come to him!
And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth! Nym. The king hath run bad humours on the knight,
I do retort the solus in thy bowels:

that's the even of' it.
For I can take, and Pistol's cock is' up,

Pist. Nym, thou hast spoke the right;
And flashing fire will follow,

Flis heart is fracted and corroborate.
Nym. I am not Barbason; you cannot conjure me. 1 Nym. The king is a good king: but it must be as it
have an humour to knock you indifferently well. If may; he passes some humours, and careers.
you grow foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my Pist. Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins, we
rapier, as I may, in fair terms: if you would walk off, will live.
I would prick your guts a little, in good terms, as I
may; and that's the humour of it.

SCENE 11. - Southampton. A council-chamber.
Pist. O braggard vile, and damned furious wight! Enter Exeter, Bedford, and WESTMORELAND.
The grave doth gape, and doting death is near; Bed.?Fore God, his grace is bold, to trust these traitors.
Therefore exhale.

(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,
Nym. I will cnt thy throat one time or other, in fair Whom he hath cloy'd and grac'd with princely fa-
terms; that is the humour ofit.
Pist. Coupe le gorge, that's the word?— I thee de- That he should, for a foreigo parse, so sell
fy again.

His sovereign's life to death and treachery!
O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get? Trumpet sounds. Enter King Hexry, ścnoop, Cax-
No; to the spital go,

BRIDGE, Grey, Lords, and Attendants.
And from the powdering tob of infamy

K. Hen. Now sits the wind fair, and we will aboard.
Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind.

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

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You know, how apt our love was, to accord
For which we have in head assembled them?

To furnish him with all appertinents
Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best. Belonging to his honour; and this man
K. Hen.I doubt not that; since we are well persuaded, Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspir'd,
We carry not a heart with us from hence,

And sworn unto the practices of France,
That grows not in a fair consent with ours;

To killus here in Hampton: to the which,
Nor leave not one behind, that doth not wish

This knight, no less for bounty bound to us
Success and conquest to attend on us.

Than Cambridge is, — hath likewise sworn.—Bat 0!
Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd, and lov'd, What shall I say to thee, lord Scroop; thou cruel,
Than is your majesty; there's not, I think, a subject, Ingrateful, savage, and inhuman creature!
That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness

Thou, that didst bear the key of all my counsels,
Under the sweet shade of your government.

That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
Grey. Even those, that were your father's enemies, That almost might'st have coin'd meinto gold,
Have steep'd their galls in honey; and do serve you Would'st thou have practis'd on me for thy use?
With hearts create of duty and of zeal.

May it be possible, that foreign hire
K. Hen. We therefore have great cause of thank- Could out of thee extract one spark of evil,
fulness;

That might annoy my finger? 'Tis so strange,
And shall forget the office of our hand,

That, though the truth of it stands off as gross,
Sooner than quittance of desert and merit,

As black from white, my eye will scarcely see it.
According to the weight and worthiness.

Treason, and murder, ever kept together,
Scroop. So service shall with steeled sinews toil; As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose,
And labour shall refresh istelf with hope,

Working so grossly in a natural cause,
To do your grace incessant services.

That admiration did not whoop at them:
K. Hen. We judge no less. — Uncle of Exeter, But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in
Enlarge the man committed yesterday,

Wonder to wait on treason, and on murder:
That rail'd against our person: we consider,

And whatsoever cunning fiend it was,
It was excess of wine that set him on;

That wrought upon thee so preposteronsly,
And, on his more advice, we pardon him.

H’ath got the voice in hell for excellence:
Scroop: That's mercy, but too much security: And other devils, that suggest by treasons,
Let him be punish’d, sovereign ; lest example Do botch and bungle up damnation
Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind. With patches, colours, and with forms being fetch'd
K. Hen. 0, let us yet be merciful.

From glistering semblances of piety;
Cam. So may your highness, and yet punish too. But he, that temper'd thee, bade thee stand up,

Grey. Sir, you show great mercy, if you give him life, Gavethee no instance why thou should'st do treason,
After the taste of much correction.

Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.
K. Hen. Alas, your too much love and care of me If that same daemon, that hath gull’d thee thus,
Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch.

Should with his lion gait walk the whole world,
If little faults, proceeding on distemper,

He might return to vasty Tartar back,
Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye, And tell the legions — I can never win
When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and digested, A soul so easy as that Englishman's.
Appear before us? – We'll yet enlarge that man, 0, how hast thou with jealousy infected
Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey,—in their dear Thesweetness of affiance! Show men dutiful?
care,

Why, so didst thon: seem they grave and learned ?
And tender preservation of our person,

Why, so didst thou: come they of noble family?
Would have him punish’d. And now to our French Why, so didst thou: seem they religious ?
causes;

Why, so didst thou: or are they spare in diet;
Who are the late commissioners ?

Free from gross passion, or of mirth, or anger;
Cam. Jone, my lord;

Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood;
Your highness bade me ask for it to-day.

Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement;
Scroop. So did you me, my liege.

Not working with the eye, without the ear,
Grey. And me, my royal sovereign.

And, but in purged judgment, trusting neither ?
K. Hen. Then, Richard, carl of Cambridge, there Such, and so finely bolted, didst thou seem;
is yours;

And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot,
There yours, lord Scroop of Masham ;-and, sir knight, To mark the full-fraught man, and best endued,
Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours : With some suspicion. I will weep for thee;
Read them; and know, I know your worthiness. - For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
My lord of Westmoreland, - and uncle Exeter, Another fall of man. — Their faults are open,
We will aboard to-night.-Why, how now, gentlemen ? Arrest them to the answer of the law;
What see you in those papers, that you lose

And God acquit them of their practices!
So much complexion ? -- look ye, how they change ! Exe. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Ri-
Their cheeks are paper. - Why, what read you there, chard earl of Cambridge.
That hath so cowarded and chas'd your blood

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Henry
Out ofappearance?

lord Scroop of Masham. Cam. I do confess my fault;

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Thomas
And do submit me to your highness' mercy.

Grey, knight of Northumberland.
Grey. Scroop. To which we all appeal.

Scroop. Our purposes God justly hath discover'd;
K. Hen. The mercy, that was quick in us but late, And I repent my fault, more than my death;
By your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd: Which I beseech your highness to forgive,
You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy; Aithough my body pay the price of it.
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms,

Cam. For me, the gold of France did not seduce;
As dogs upon their masters, worrying them.

Although I did admit it as a motive,
See you, my princes, and my noble peers,

The sooner to effect what I intended :
These English monsters! Mylord of Cambridge here, -But God be thanked for prevention ;

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Boy. 'A said once, the devil would have him about
Beseeching God, and you, to pardon me.

Grey. Never did faithful subject more rejoice Quick. 'A did in some sort, indeed, handle women:
At the discovery of most dangerous treason,

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:

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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,
But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,

And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck;
Whose ruin you three sought, that to her laws Therefore, caveto be thy counsellor.
We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence, Go, clear thy crystals. --Yoke-fellows in arms,
Poor miserable wretches, to your death :

Let us to France! like horse-leeches, my boys;
The taste whereof, God, of his mercy, give you To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!
Patience to endure, and true repentauce

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.

upon us;
SCENE III. - London. Mrs Quickly's house in East- And more than carefully it us concerns,
cheap.

To answer royally in our defences.
Enter Pistol, Mrs Quickly, NYM, BARDOLPH, and Boy. Therefore the dukes of Berry, and of Bretagne,

Quick. Pr’ythee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring of Brabant, and of Orleans, shall make forth,
thee to Staines.

And you, prince Dauphin, — with all swist despatch,
Pist. No; for my manly heart doth yearn.

To line, and new repair, our towns of war,
Bardolph, be blithe;-Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins; With men of courage, and with means defendant:
Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead, For England his approaches makes as fierce,
And we must yearn therefore.

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)
his fingers’ ends, I knew there was but one way; for But that defences, musters, preparations,
his nose was as sharp as a pen, and’a babbled of green should be maintain'd, assembled, and collected,
fields. How now, sir John? quothl: what, man! be of As were a war in expectation.
good cheer. So’a cried out-God, God, God! three or Therefore, I say, 'tis meet we all go forth,
four times: now I, to comfort him, bid him, 'a should To view the sick and feeble parts of France:
not think of God; I hoped there was no need to trou-| And let us do it with no show of fear;
ble himself with any such thoughts yet. So, 'a bade me No, with no more, than if we heard that England
lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed, Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance:
and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone; then For, my good liege, she is so idly king’d,
I felt to his knees, and so upward, and upward, and all Her sceptre so fantastically borne
was as cold as any stone.

By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth,
Nym. They say, he cried out of sack.

That fear attends her not.
Quick. Ay, that'a did.

Con. O peace, prince Dauphin !
Bard. And of women.

You are too much mistaken in this king:
Quick. Nay, that'a did not.

Question your grace the late ambassadors,
Boy. Yes, that'a did; and said, they were devils in- With what great state he heard their embassy,
Carnate.

How well supplied with noble counsellors,
Quick. 'A could never abide carnation ; 'twas a colour How modest in exception, and, withal,
he never liked.

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Deliver up the crown; and to take mercy
Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus,

On the poor souls, for whom this hungry war
Covering discretion with a coat of folly;

Opens his vasty jaws: and on your head
As gardeners do with ordure hide those rools, Turns he the widows' tears, the orphans' cries,
That shall first spring, and be most delicate. The dead men's blood, the pining maidens' groans,
Dau. Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable, For husbands, fathers, and betrothed lovers,
Bat though we think it so, it is no matter:

That shall be swallow'd in this controversy.
In cases of defence, 'tis best to weigh

This is his claim, his threat’ning, and my message;
The enemy more mighty than he seems,

Unless the Dauphin be in presence here,
So the proportions of defence are fill'd;

To whom expressly I bring greeting too.
Which, of a weak and niggardly projection,

Fr. King. For us, we will consider of this further;
Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat, with scanting To-morrow shall you bear our full intent
A little cloth.

Back to our brother England.
Fr. King. Think weking Harry strong;

Dau. For the Dauphin,
And, princes, look, you strongly arm to meet him. I stand here for him. What to him from England ?
The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us; Exe. Scorn, and defiance : slight regard, contempt,
And he is bred out of that bloody strain,

And any thing, that may not misbecome
That haunted us in our familiar paths:

The mighty sender, doth he prize you at.
Witness our too much memorable shame,

Thus says my king: and, if your father's highness
When Cressy battle fatally was struck,

Do not, in grant of all demands at large,
And all our princes captiv’d, by the hand

Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty,
Of that black name, Edward, black prince of Wales; He'll call you to so hot an answer for it,
Whiles that his mountain sire,-on mountain standing, That caves and womby vaultages of France
Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,

Shall chide your trespass, and return your mock
Saw his heroical seed, and smil'd to see him

In second accent of his ordnance.
Mangle the work of nature, and deface

Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply,
The patterns, that by God and by French fathers It is against my will: for I desire
Had twenty years been made. This is a stem

Nothing but odds with England; to that end,
Of that victorious stock; and let us fear

As matching to his youth and vanity,
The native mightiness and fate of him.

I did present him with those Paris balls.
Enter a Messenger.

Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it,
Mess. Ambassadors from Henry King of England Were it the mistress court of mighty Europe:
Do crave admittance to your majesty.

And, be assur'd, you'll find a difference,
Fr. King. We'll give them present audience. Go and (As we, his subjects, have in wonder found)

bring them. [Exeunt Mess, and certain Lords. Between the promise of his greener days,
You see, this chase is hotly follow'd, friends. And these he masters now; now he weighs time,

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,

at full.
Take up the Euglish short; and let them know Exe. Despatch us with all speed, lest that our king
Of what a monarchy you are the head:

Come here himself to question our delay;
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin

For he is footed in this land already.
As self-neglecting.

Fr. King. You shall be soon despatch’d, with fair
Re-enter Lords, with Exeter and Train.

conditions:
Fr. King. From our brother England ?

A night is but small breath, and little pause,
Exe. From him; and thus he greets your majesty. (To ans wer matters of this consequence. [Exeunt.
He wills you, in the name of God Almighty,
That you divest yourself, and lay apart
The borrow'd glories, that, by gift of heaven,

А ст III.
By law of nature, and of nations, ’long

Chor. Thus with imagin’d wing our swift scene flies,
To him, and to his heirs ; namely, the crown, In motion of no less celerity
And all wide-stretched honours that pertain, Than that of thought: Suppose, that you have seen
By custom and the ordinance of times,

The well-appointed king at Hampton pier
Unto the crown of France. That you may know, Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet
'Tis no sinister, nor no awkward claim,

With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning,
Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days, Play with your fancies; and in them behold,
Nor from the dust of old oblivion rak’d,

Upon the hempen tackle, ship-boys climbing :
He sends you this most memorable line, [Gives a paper. Hear the shrill whistle, which doth order give
In every branch truly demonstrative;

To sounds confus’d: behold the threaden sails,
Willing you, overlook this pedigree:

Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
And, when you find him evenly deriv'd

Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea,
From his most fam'd of famous ancestors,

Breasting the lofty surge! o, do but think,
Edward the Third, he bids you then resign You stand'upon the rivage, and behold
Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held A city on the inconstant billows dancing;
From him the native and true challenger.

For so appears this fleet majestical,
Fr. King. Or else what follows?

Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow!
Exe, Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crown Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy;
Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it: And leave your England, as dead midnight, still,
And therefore in fierce tempest is he comivg, Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old women,
In thunder, and in earthquake, like a Jove; Either past, or not arriv'd to, pith and puissance :
(That, if requiring fail, he will compel;)

For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd
And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord,

With one appearing hair, that will not follow