And thus thy fall hath left a kinde of blot,
To make thee full fraught man, and best indued
With some suspition, I will weepe for thee.
For this revolt of thine, me thinkes is like
Another fall of Man. Their faults are open,
Arrest them to the answer of the Law,

And God acquit them of their practises.

Exe. I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of Richard Earle of Cambridge.

I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of Thomas Lord Scroope of Marsham.

I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of Thomas Grey, Knight of Northumberland.

Scro. Our purposes, God justly hath discover'd,

And I repent my fault more then my death,

Which I beseech your Highnesse to forgive,

Although my body pay the price of it.

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 :
But God be thanked for prevention,
Which in sufferance heartily will rejoyce,
Beseeching God, and you, to pardon mee.

Gray. Never did faithfull subject more rejoyce
At the discovery of most dangerous Treason,
Then I do at this houre joy ore my selfe,
Prevented from a damned enterprize;

My fault, but not my body, pardon Soveraigne.

King. God quit you in his mercy : Hear your sentence.
You have conspir'd against Our Royall person,

Joyn'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his Coffers,
Receyv'd the Golden Earnest of Our death:

Wherein you would have sold your King to slaughter,

His Princes, and his Peeres to servitude,

His Subjects to oppression, and contempt,

And his whole Kingdome into desolation:
Touching our person, seeke we no revenge,
But we our Kingdomes safety must so render
Whose ruine you sought, that to her Lawes
We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence,
(Poore miserable wretches) to your death:
The taste whereof, God of his mercy give
You patience to endure, and true Repentance
Of all your deare offences. Beare them hence.
Now Lords for France: the enterprise whereof
Shall be to you as us, like glorious.

We doubt not of a faire and luckie Warre,
Since God so graciously hath brought to light
This dangerous Treason, lurking in our way,
To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now,
But Rubbe is smoothed on our way.
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Then forth, deare Countreymen: Let us deliver
Our Puissance into the hand of God,
Putting it straight in expedition.

Chearely to Sea, the signes of Warre advance,

No King of England, if not King of France.

Exit.

Flourish.

Enter Pistoll, Nim, Bardolph, Boy, and Hostesse. Hostesse. 'Prythee honey sweet Husband, let me bring thee to Staines.

Pistoll. No: for my manly heart doth erne. Bardolph, be blythe Nim, rowse thy vaunting Veines: Boy, brissle thy Courage up for Falstaffe hee is dead, and we must erne therefore.

Bard. Would I were with him, wheresomere hee is, eyther in Heaven, or in Hell.

Hostesse. Nay sure, hee's not in Hell: hee's in Arthurs Bosome, if ever man went to Arthurs Bosome: a made a finer end, and went away and it had beene any Christome Child: a parted ev'n just betweene Twelve and One, ev'n at the turning o'th'Tyde: for after I saw him fumble with the Sheets, and play

of

with Flowers, and smile upon his fingers end, I knew there was but one way for his Nose was as sharpe as a Pen, and a Table greene fields. How now Sir John (quoth I?) what man? be a good cheare: so a cryed out, God, God, God, three or foure times now I, to comfort him, bid him a should not thinke of God; I hop'd there was no neede to trouble himselfe with any such thoughts yet: so a bad me lay more Clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the Bed, and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone: then I felt to his knees, and so up-peer'd, and upward, and all was as cold as any stone.

Nim. They say he cryed out of Sack.

Hostesse. I, that a did.

Bard. And of Women.

Hostesse. Nay, that a did not.

Boy. Yes that a did, and said they were Devles incarnate. Woman. A could never abide Carnation, 'twas a Colour he never lik'd.

Boy. A said once, the Devle would have him about Women. Hostesse. A did in some sort (indeed) handle Women : but then hee was rumatique, and talk'd of the Whore of Babylon. Boy. Doe you not remember a saw a Flea sticke upon Bardolphs Nose, and a said it was a blacke Soule burning in Hell.

Bard. Well, the fuell is gone that maintain'd that fire: that's all the Riches I got in his service.

Nim. Shall wee shogg? the King will be gone from Southampton.

Pist. Come, let's away. My Love, give me thy Lippes: Looke to my Chattels, and my Moveables: Let Sences rule: The world is, Pitch and pay: trust none: for Oathes are Strawes, mens Faiths are Wafer-Cakes, and hold-fast is the onely Dogge: My Ducke, therefore Caveto bee thy Counsailor. Goe, cleare thy Chrystalls. Yoke-fellowes in Armes, let us to France, like Horse-leeches my Boyes, to sucke, to sucke, the very blood to sucke.

Boy. And that's but unwholesome food, they say.

Pist. Touch her soft mouth, and march.

Bard. Farwell Hostesse.

Nim. I cannot kisse, that is the humor of it: but adieu.

Pist. Let Huswiferie appeare: keepe close, I thee command. Hostesse. Farwell: adieu.

Flourish.

Exeunt.

Enter the French King, the Dolphin, the Dukes of Berry and

Britaine.

King. Thus comes the English with full power upon us, And more then carefully it us concernes,

To answer Royally in our defences.

Therefore the Dukes of Berry and of Britaine,
Of Brabant and of Orleance, shall make forth,
And you Prince Dolphin, with all swift dispatch
To lyne and new repayre our Townes of Warre
With men of courage, and with meanes defendant:
For England his approaches makes as fierce,
As Waters to the sucking of a Gulfe.

It fits us then to be as provident,

As feare may teach us, out of late examples
Left by the fatall and neglected English,
Upon our fields.

Dolphin.

My most redoubted Father,

It is most meet we arme us 'gainst the Foe:

For Peace it selfe should not so dull a Kingdome,

(Though War nor no knowne Quarrel were in question)

But that Defences, Musters, Preparations,

Should be maintain'd, assembled, and collected,

As were a Warre in expectation.

Therefore I say, 'tis meet we all goe forth,

To view the sick and feeble parts of France:

And let us doe it with no shew of feare,

No, with no more, then if we heard that England

Were busied with a Whitson Morris-dance:

For, my good Liege, shee is so idly King'd,
Her Scepter so phantastically borne,

By a vaine giddie shallow humorous Youth,
That feare attends her not.

Const.

O peace, Prince Dolphin,
You are too much mistaken in this King:
Question your Grace the late Embassadors,
With what great State he heard their Embassie,
How well supply'd with Noble Councellors,
How modest in exception; and withall,
How terrible in constant resolution :

And you shall find, his Vanities fore-spent,
Were but the out-side of the Roman Brutus,
Covering Discretion with a Coat of Folly;

As Gardeners doe with Ordure hide those Roots

That shall first spring, and be most delicate.

Dolphin. Well, 'tis not so, my Lord High Constable. But though we thinke it so, it is no matter: In cases of defence, 'tis best to weigh The Enemie more mightie then he seemes, So the proportions of defence are fill'd: Which of a weake and niggardly projection, Doth like a Miser spoyle his Coat, with scanting A little Cloth.

King.

Thinke we King Harry strong:
And Princes, looke you strongly arme to meet him.
The Kindred of him hath beene flesht upon us :
And he is bred out of that bloodie straine,

That haunted us in our familiar Pathes :
Witnesse our too much memorable shame,
When Cressy Battell fatally was strucke,
And all our Princes captiv'd, by the hand

Of that black Name, Edward, black Prince of Wales:
Whiles that his Mountaine Sire, on Mountaine standing
Up in the Ayre, crown'd with the Golden Sunne,