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Came pouring like the tide unto a breach,
With ample and brim-fulness of his force;
Galling the gleaned land with hot essays;
Girding with grievous siege castles and towns;
That England, being empty of defence,

Hath shook and trembled at the ill neighbour.


Cannot defend our own door from the dog,
Let us be worried; and our nation lose

The name of hardiness and policy.

K. Hen. Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin.

[Exit an Attendant. The KING ascends his Throne.

Cant. She hath been then more fear'd⚫ than Now are we well resolv'd; and, by God's

harm'd, my liege:

For hear her but exampled by herself,-
When all her chivalry hath been in France,
And she a mourning widow of her nobles,
She bath herself not only well defended,
But taken and impounded as a stray,

The king of Scots; whom she did send


To fill king Edward's fame with prisoner

And make your chronicle as rich with praise,
As is the ooze and bottom of the sea
With sunken wreck and sumless treasuries.


And your's the noble sinews of our power,
France being our's, we'll bend it to our awe,
Or break it all to pieces: Or there we'll sit,
Ruling, in large and ample empery,

O'er France, and all her almost kingly duke-

Or lay these bones in an unworthy uru,
Tombless, with no remembrance over them :
Either our history shall, with full mouth,
Speak freely of our acts; or else our grave,
Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless

West. But there's a saying, very old and Not worship'd with a waxen epitaph.


If that you will France win,
Then with Scotland first begin:

For once the eagle England being in prey,
To ber unguarded nest the weasel Scot

Comes sneaking; and so sucks her princely


Playing the moase, în absence of the cat,

To spoil and havoc more than she can eat.

Enter AMBASSADORS of France.

Now are we well prepar'd to know the plea


Of our fair cousin Dauphin; for, we hear,
Your greeting is from him, not from the king.
Amb. May it please your majesty, to give us

Freely to render what we have in charge;

Exe. It follows then, the cat must stay at Or shall we sparingly show you far off


Yet that is but a curs'd necessity;

Since we have locks to safeguard necessaries,
And pretty traps to catch the petty thieves.
While that the armed hand doth fight abroad,
The advised head defends itself at home:

For government, though high, and low, and

Put into parts, doth keep in one concent; +
Congruing in a full and natural close,
Like music.

Cant. True: therefore doth heaven divide
The state of man in divers functions,
Setting endeavour in continual motion:
To whieb is fixed, as an aim or butt,
Obedience: for so work the honey bees;
Creatures, that, by a rule in nature, teach
The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
They have a king, and officers of sorts: 5
Where some, like magistrates, correct at home;
Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad;
Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings,
Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds;
Which pillage they with merry march bring
To the tent-royal of their emperor :
Who, busied in his majesty, surveys
The singing masons building roofs of gold;
The civil citizens kneading up the honey;
The poor mechanic porters crowding in
Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate;
The sad-ey'd justice, with bis surly bum,
Delivering o'er to executors pale
The lazy yawning drone. I this infer,-
That many things, having full reference
To one consent, may work contrariously;
As many arrows, loosed several ways,
Fly to one mark;


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That all the courts of France will be disturb'd
With chaces. And we understand him well,
How he comes o'er us with our wilder days,
Not measuring what use we made of them.
We never valu'd this poor seat of England;
And therefore, living hence, did give ourself
To barbarous licence; As 'tis ever common,
That men are merriest when they are from

But, tell the Dauphin, I will keep my state;
Be like a king, and show my sail of greatness,
When I do rouse me in my throne of France;

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For that I have laid by my majesty,
And plodded like a man for working days;
But I will Fise there with so full a glory,
That I will dazzle all the eyes of France,
Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on us.
And tell the pleasant prince, this mock of his
Hath turn'd his balls to gun-stones; and his
Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful ven-
That shall fly with them: for many a thousand
Shall this his mock mock out of their dear hus-
Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles

And some are yet ungotten, and unborn,
That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's

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at it.

Convey them with safe conduct.-Fare you well.
Ere. This was a merry message.
K. Hen. We hope to make the sender blush
at it.
Descends from his Throne.
Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour,
That may give furtherance to our expedition :
For we have now no thought in us but France;
Save those to God, that run before our business.
Therefore, let our proportions for these wars
Be soon collected; and all things thought upon,
That may, with reasonable swiftness, add
More feathers to our wings; for, God before,
We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door.
Therefore, let every man now task his thought,
That this fair action may on foot be brought.




Chor. Now, all the youth of England are on

And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies:

Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought
Reigns solely in the breast of every man :
They sell the pasture now, to buy the horse;
Following the mirror of all Christian kings,
With winged heels, as English Mercuries.
For now sits Expectation in the air;
And hides a sword, from hilts unto the point,
With crowns imperial, crowns, and coronets,
Promis'd to Harry and his followers.
The French, advis'd by good intelligence
Of this most dreadful preparation,
Shake in their fear; and with pale policy
Seek to divert the English purposes.
O England! model to thy inward greatness,
Like little body with a mighty heart,
What might'st thou do, that honour would thee do,
Were all thy children kind and natural!
But see thy fault! France hath in thee found out
A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills
With treacherous crowns: and three corrupted

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Confirm'd conspiracy with fearful France;
And by their hands this grace of kings must die,
(If hell and treason hold their promises,)
Ere he take ship for France, and in Southamp


Linger your patience on; and well digest
The abuse of distance, while we force a play.
The sun is paid; the traitors are agreed;
The king is set from London; and the scene
Is now transported, gentles, to Southampton:
There is the playhouse now, there must you sit:
And thence to France shall we convey you sale,
Aud bring you back, charming the narrow seas
To give you gentie pass: for, if we may,
We'll not offend one stomach with our play.
But, till the king come forth, and not till then,
Unto Southampton do we shift our scene.

SCENE 1.-The same.-Eastcheep.

Enter Nyx and BARDOLPH.

Bard. Well met, corporal Nym.
Nym. Good morrow, lieutenant Bardolph.
Bard. What, are ancient Pistol and you
friends yet?

Nym. For my part, I care not: I say little : but when time shall serve, there shall be smiles;-but that shall be as it may. I dare not fight; but I will wink, and hold out mine iron: It is a simple one: but what though? it will toast cheese: and it will endure cold as another man's sword will: and there's the humour of

Bard. I will bestow a breakfast, to make you friends; and we'll be all three sworn brothers to France: let it be so, good corporal Nym.

Nym. 'Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's the certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I will do as I may: that is my rest, that is the rendezvous of it.

Bard. It is certain, corporal, that he is married to Nell Quickly; and, certainly, she did you wrong; for you were troth-plight to her.

Nym. I cannot tell; tags must be as they may men may sleep, and they may have their throats about them at that time; and, some say, knives have edges. It must be as it may : though patience be a tired mare, yet she will piod. There must be conclusions. Well, I cannot tell.

Enter PISTOL and Mrs. QUICKLY.

Bard. Here comes ancient Pistol, and his wife :-good corporal, be patient here.-How

now, mine host Pistol?

Pist. Base tike, + call'st thou me host?
Now, by this band I swear, I scorn the term;
Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.

Quick. No, by my troth, not long: for we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen, that live honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will be thought we keep a bawdy-house straight. [NYM draus kis sword.] O well-a-day, Lady, if he be not drawn now! O Lord! here's corporal Nym's-now shall we have wilful adultery and murder committed. Good lieutenant Bardolph,-good corporal, offer nothing here.

Num. Pish!

Pist. Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prickeared cur of Iceland!

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


Nym. Will you shog off? I would have you
[Sheathing his sword.
Pist. Solus, egregious dog? O viper vile!
The solus in thy most marvellous face;
The solus in thy teeth, and in thy throat,
And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw,
And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth!
I do retort the solus in thy bowels:
For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up,
And flashing fire will follow.

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Scene I.


you cannot conNym. I am not Barbason; jure me. I bave a humour to knock you inme differently well: If you grow foul with Pistol, I will scour you with my rapier, as I may, in fair terms: if you would walk off, I would prick your guts a little, in good terms, as I may and that's the humour of it.

Pist. O braggard vile, and damned furious wight!

The grave doth gape, and doting death is near; Therefore exhale. [PISTOL and NYM draw. Bard. Hear me, hear me what I say :-he that strikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to [Draws. the hilts, as I am a soldier.

Pist. An oath of mickle might; and fury
shall abate.

Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give;
Thy spirits are most tall.

Nym. I will cut thy throat, one time or other, lu fair terms; that is the huinour of it.

Pist. Coup le gorge, that's the word?-I thee defy again.

O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to


No; to the spital ý go,

And from the powdering tub of infamy

Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind, ||
Doll Tear-sheet she by name, and her espouse:
I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly
For the only she; and-Pauca, there's enough.
Enter the BOY.

Boy. Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master, and you, hostess ;-he is very sick, and Would to bed.-Good Bardolph, put thy nose between his sheets, and do the office of a warming-pan: 'faith, he's very ill.

Bard. Away, you rogue.

Quick. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a padding one of these days: the king has killed his heart.-Good husband, come home presently, [Exeunt Mrs. QUICKLY and BOY. Bard. Come, shall I make you two friends? We must to France together; Why, the devil, sbould we keep knives to cut one another's throats?

Pist. Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food bowl on!

Nym. You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting?

Pist. Base is the slave that pays.

Nym. That now I will have; that's the huhour of it.

Pist. As manhood shall compound: Push


Berd. By this sword, he that makes the first tbrast, I'll kill him: by this sword, I will. Pist. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their course.

Bard. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends: an thou wilt not, why then be ene. ies with me too. Pr'ythee, put up. Nym. I shall have my eight shillings I won of you at betting.

Pist. A noble shalt thou have, and present


And liquor likewise will I give to thee,
And friendship shall combine, and brother-


I live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me:-
Is not this just ?-for I shall sutler be
Lnto the camp, and profits will accrue.
Give me thy hand.

Nym. I shall have my noble?

Pist. In cash most justly paid.

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

Re-enter Mrs. QUICKLY.


quickly to Sir John: Ah! poor heart! he is so shaked of a burning quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him.

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

Pist. Nym, thou hast spoke the right;
His heart is fracted and corroborate.

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

Pist. Let us condole the knight; for, lamb[Exeunt. kins, we will live.

SCENE II.-Southampton.-A Council-

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Whom he hath cloy'd and grac'd with princely favours,

That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell
His sovereign's life to death and treachery !
Trumpet sounds. Enter King HENRY, SCROOP,
CAMBRIDGE, GREY, Lords, and Attentants.
K. Hen. Now sits the wind fair, and we will

And you, my gentle knight,give me your

lord of Cambridge,-and my kind lord of Mashain,

Think you not, that the powers we bear with us,
Will cut their passage through the force of

Doing the execution, and the act,
For which we have in head assembled them!
Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do

his best.

K. Hen. I doubt not that: since we are well


We carry not a heart with us from hence,
That grows not in a fair consent with our's:
Nor leave not one behind, that doth not wish
Success and conquest to attend on us.

Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd and [subject, lov'd, Than is your majesty; there's not, I think, a That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness Under the sweet shade of your government.

Grey. Even those, that were your father's


Have steep'd their galls in honey; and do serve


With bearts create of duty and of zeal.

K. Hen. We therefore have great cause of thankfulness;

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

Scroop. So service shall with steeled sinews


And labour shall refresh itself with hope,
To do your grace incessant services.
K. Hen. We judge no less.-Uncle of Exeter,
Enlarge the man committed yesterday,

Quick. As ever you came of women, come in That rail'd against our person: we consider,

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Scroop. That's mercy, but too much security:| That admiration did not whoop at them:
Let him be punish'd, sovereign; lest example
Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind.
K. Hen. O let us yet be merciful.

Cam. So may your highness, and yet punish

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And tender preservation of our person,

But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in
Wonder, to wait on treason and on murder:
And whatsoever cunning fiend it was,
That wrought upon thee so preposterously,
H'ath got the voice in hell for excellence:
And other devils, that suggest by treasons,
Do botch and bungle up damnation
With patches, colours, and with forms being

From glistering semblances of piety;
But he, that temper'd thee, bade thee stand up,
Gave thee no instance why thou should'st de

Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.
If that same demon, that hath gull'd thee thus,
Should with his lion gait walk the whole

He might return to vasty Tartar back,
And tell the legions-I can never win
A soul so easy as that Englishman's.

Would have him punish'd. And now to our Oh! how hast thou with jealousy infected

French causes;

Who are the late commissioners ?

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 sovereign.

K. Hen. Then, Richard, earl of Cambridge,
there is your's :-

There your's, lord Scroop of Masham ;-and
Sir Knight,

Grey of Northumberland, this same is your's:
Read them; and know, I know your worthi-

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That hath so cowarded and chas'd your blood
Out of appearance ?

Cam. I do confess my fault :

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

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

By your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd :
You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy;
For your own reasous turn into your bosoms,
As dogs upon their masters, worrying them.
See you, my princes, aud my noble peers,
These English monsters! My lord of Cambridge

The sweetness of affiance! Show men dutiful !
Why, so didst thou: Seem they grave and

learned ?

Why, so didst thou: Come they of noble family!
Why, so didst thou: Seem they religious !
Why, so didst thou: Or are they spare in diet;
Free from gross passion, or of inirth, or anger;
Constant in spirit, not swerving with the


Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement; §
Not working with the eye, without the ear,
And, but in purged judgment trusting neither ↑
Such, and so finely bolted, didst thou seem:
And thus thy fall bath left a kind of blot,
To mark the full-fraught man, and best is.

With some suspicion. I will weep for thee;
For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
Another fall of man.-Their faults are open,
Arrest them to the answer of the law;
And God acquit them of their practices !

Exe. I arrest thee of high treason, by the at of Richard earl of Cambridge.

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Henry lord Scroop of Masham.

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Thomas Grey, knight of Northumberland. Scroop. Our purposes God justly bath dis


And I repent my fault more than my death:
Which I beseech your highness to forgive,
Although my body pay the price of it.

Cam. For me, the gold of France did not
seduce ;

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 conspir'd,
And sworn 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 likewise sworn-At the discovery of most dangerous treason,

Although I did admit it as a motive,
The sooner to effect what I intended:
But God be thanked for prevention ;
Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice,
Beseeching God, aud you, to pardon me.
Grey. Never did faithful subject more re

But oh!

What shall I say to thee, lord Scroop; thou

Ingrateful, savage, and inhuman creature!
Thou, that didst bear the key of all my coun.

That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
That almost might'st have coin'd me into gold,
Would'st thou have practis'd on me for thy use?
May it be possible, 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 stands off as gross
As black from white, my eye will scarcely
see it.

Treason and murder ever kept together,
As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose,
Working so grossly in a natural cause,

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Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself,
Prevented from a damned enterprize:
My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign.
K. Hen. God quit you in his mercy! Hear

your sentence.

You have conspir'd against our royal person, Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his coffers

Receiv'd the golden earnest of our death:
Wherein you would have sold your king to

His princes and his peers to servitude,
His subjects to oppression and contempt,
And his whole kingdom unto desolation.
Touching our person, seek we no revenge;
But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,
Whose ruin you three sought, that to her laws

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We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence,
Poor miserable wretches, to your death:
The taste whereof, God, of his mercy, give you
Patience to endure, and true repentance
Of all your dear offences !-Bear them hence.
[Exeunt Conspirators, guarded.
Now, lords, for France: the enterprize whereof
Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.
We doubt not of a fair and lucky war
Since God so graciously hath brought to light
This dangerous treason, lurking in our way,
To binder our beginnings, we doubt not now,
But every rub is smoothed on our way.
Then, forth, dear countrymen; let us deliver
Our puissance into the hand of God,
Putting it straight in expedition.
Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance:
No king of England, if not king of France.


SCENE 111.-London.—Mrs. QUICKLY'S
House in Eastcheap.

DOLPH, and Boy.

Quick. Pr'ythee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.

Pist. No; for my manly heart doth yearn. Bardolph, be blithe;-Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins;

Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead,

And we must yearn therefore.

Bard. 'Would, I were with him, wheresome'er be is, either in heaven or in hell!

Quick. Nay, sure, he's not in hell: he's in
Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's
bosom. A made a finer end, and went away,
an it had been any christom child: 'a parted
even just between twelve and one, e'en at turn-
ing o'the tide for after I saw him fumble with
the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile
upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one
way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a
How now, Sir John?
babbled of green fields.
quoth I: what, man! be of good cheer. So 'a
cried out-God, God, God! three or four times:
tw1, to comfort him, bid him, 'a should not
think of God; I hoped there was no need to
trouble himself with any such thoughts yet: So,
'a bade 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 upward, and upward, and all was
as cold as any stone.

Agm. They say, he cried out of sack.
Quick. Ay, that 'a did.

Bard. And of women.
Quick. Nay, that 'a did not.

Bey. Yes, that 'a did; and said, they were

devils incarnate.

Quick. 'A could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he never liked.

Bog. 'A said once, the devil would have about women.


Quick. 'A did in some sort, indeed, handle women: but then he was rheumatic; and talked of the whore of Babylon.

Bou. Do you not remember, 'a saw a flea stick epon Bardolph's nose; and 'a said, it was a black soul burning in hell-fire?

Let senses rule; the word is, Pitch and Pay;
Trust none;

For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-

And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck;
Therefore caveto be thy counsellor.
Go, clear thy crystals. -Yoke-fellows in arms,
Let us to France! like horse-leeches, my boys.
To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!
Boy. And that is but unwholesome food they

Pist. Touch her soft mouth, and march.
[Kissing her.
Bard. Farewell, hostess.
Nym. I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it;
but adieu.

Pist. Let housewifery appear; keep close, I thee commnaud.

Quick. Farewell; adieu.


SCENE IV.-France-A Room in the French
King's Palace.

Enter the FRENCH KING attended; the Day-
PHIN, the Duke of BURGUNDY, the CON-
STABLE, and others.

Fr. King. Thus come the English with full
power upon us;

And more than carefully it us concerns,
To answer royally in our defences.
Therefore the dukes of Berry, and of Bretagne,
Of Brabant and of Orleans, shali make forth,-
And you, prince Dauphin,-with all swift des-

To line, and new repair, our towns of war,
With men of courage, and with means defend-


For England his approaches makes as fierce,
As waters to the sucking of a gulph.
It fits us then, to be as provident
As fear may teach us, out of late examples
Left by the fatal and neglected English
Upon our fields.

Dau. My most redoubted father,
It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe:
For peace itself should not so dull a kingdom,
(Though war, nor no known quarrel, were in

But that defences, musters, preparations,
be maintain'd, assembled, and col

As were a war in expectation.

say, 'tis meet we all go forth,
To view the sick and feeble parts of France:
And let us do it with no show of fear;
No, with no more, than if we heard that Eng.

Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance:
For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd,
Her sceptre so fantastically borne

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,-
With what great state be heard their embassy,
How well supplied with noble counsellors,
How modest in exception, † and, withal,
How terrible in constant resolution,-
And you shall find, bis vanities fore-spent $
Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus,
Covering discretion with a coat of folly;
As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots

Bard. Well, the fuel is gone, that maintained that fire: that's all the riches I got in his ser-That shall first spring, and he most delicate.


Ngm. Shall we shog off the king will be gone from Southampton.

Pist. Come, let's away.-My love, give me thy lips.

Look to my chattels, and my moveables:

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Dan. Well, 'tis not so, my lord high con-

But though we think it so, it is no matter:
In cases of defence, 'tis best to weigh
The enemy more mighty than he seems,
So the proportions of defence are fill'd;
Which, of a weak and niggardly projection,
Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat, with scanting
A little cloth.

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