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You are their heir ; you sit upon their throne ;
Bed. Your brother kings and monarchs of the earth
and might; So hath your highness; never king of England Had nobles richer, and more loyal subjects; Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England, And lie pavilion'd in the field of France; 0, let their bodies follow, my dear liege, With blood and sword and fire to win your right !
Can. In aid whereof, we of the spiritualty
[Exit « HERALD, L. Now are we resolved ; and, by Heaven's help, And yours, the noble sinews of our power, France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe, Or break it all to pieces.
[Flourisk. Enter HERALD, with the CONSTABLE of FRANCE,
MONTJOY, and two French Lords, with chest, L.
Const. May it please your majesty to give us leave
K. Hen. We are no tyrant, but a christian king; Therefore, with frank and with uncurbed plainness,
Tell us the Dauphin's mind.
Const. Thus then, in few :
K. Hen. What treasure, uncle?
K. Hen. We're glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with
(Excunt HERALD, CONSTABLE, MONTJOY, and
the two Lords, L.
That may give furtherance to our expedition.
at his father's door.
SCENE III.-Before the Boar's Head Tavern, in
Eastcheap. Enter NYM, L., and BARDOLPH, R. 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 it.
[Crosses to R. 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.
[Crosses to L. 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; things 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 plod. There must be conclusions. Well, i cannot tell.
[Crosses to r. Enter Pistol and Mrs. QUICKLY from the
Tavern, D. in F.
Pist. Base tike, call'st thou me-host? Now, by this hand I swear, I scorn the term ; nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.
Quick. O welladay, lady, if he be not drawn now ! We shall have wilful adultery and murder committed.
Bard. Good ancient, good corporal, offer nothing here.
Pist. Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prick-ear'd cur of Iceland !
Quick. Good corporal Nym, show the valour of man, and put up thy sword.
Nym. Will you shog off ? I would have you solus.
Pist. Solus, egregious dog! O viper vile !
Nym. I am not Barbason ; you cannot coojure ine. I have a humour to knock you indifferently well; if you grow foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my rapier, as I may, in fair terms:—and that's the humour of it.
Pist. O, braggard vile, and damned furious wight! O hound of Crete, think'st thou my sp ise to get ? I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly For the only she ; and-pauca, there's enough.
Enter Boy, from the Tavern, D. in p. Boy. (c.) 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 pudding one of these days; the king has kill'd his heart.-Good husband, come home presently.
(Exeunt Mrs. QUICKLY and Boy, into the
Tavern, D. in f. Bard. Come, shall I make you two friends ? We must to France together. Why, the devil, should we keep knives to cut one another's throats ?
Pist. Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food howl Nym. You m 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 humour of it.
Pist. As manhood shall compound : push home.
Bard. By this sword, he that makes the first thrust 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 ihou wilt not, why then be enemies with me too. Pr’ythee, put up.
Pist. A noble shalt thou have, and present pay :
Nym, I shall have my noble.
[T'akes PISTOL's hand. Enter Mrs. QUICKLY from the T'avern, D, in F. Quick. (L. c.) As ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir John: Ah, poor heart! he is so shaked of a burning quotidian 'ertian, that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him,
[Exit Mrs. QUICKLY into the Tavern, D. in f. 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, lambkins, we will live.
(All taking hands ---Exeunt into the Tavern, D. in f.
END OF ACT 1.