Nim. You'll pay me the eight fhillings, I won of you at betting?

it.

Pift. Bafe is the flave, that pays.

Nim. That now I will have; that's the humour of

Pift. As manhood shall compound, push home.

[Draw.

Bard. By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I'll kill him; by this fword, I will.

Pift. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their course.

Bard. Corporal Nim, an thou wilt be friends, be friends; an thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me too. Pry'thee, put up.

Pift. A noble fhalt thou have and present pay,
And liquor likewife will I give to thee;
And friendship fhall combine and brotherhood.
I'll live by Nim, and Nim fhall live by me,
Is not this juft? for I fhall Suttler be
Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
Give me thy hand.

Nim. I fhall have my noble?

Pift. In cash most justly paid.

Nim. Well then, that's the humour of't.

Re-enter Quickly.

Quick. As ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir John: ah, poor heart, he is so fhak'd of a burning quotidian tertian, that it is moft lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him.

Nim. The King hath run bad humours on the Knight, that's the even of it.

Pift. Nim, thou haft fpoken the right, his heart is fracted and corroborate.

Nim. The King is a good King, but it must be as it may; he paffes fome humours and careers.

Pift. Let us condole the Knight; for, lambkins! we will live.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

Changes to SOUTHAMPTON.

Enter Exeter, Bedford, and Weftmorland.

Bed. ORE God, his Grace is bold to trust these

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traitors.

Exe. They fhall be apprehended by and by.

Weft. How smooth and even they do bear themfelves,

As if allegiance in their bofoms fate,
Crowned with faith and conftant loyalty!

Bed. The King hath note of all that they intend, By interception which they dream not of.

Exe. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow, Whom he hath lull'd and cloy'd with gracious favours; That he should for a foreign purse so fell

His Sovereign's life to death and treachery!

[Trumpets found.

Enter the King, Scroop, Cambridge, Grey, and Attendants.

K. Henry. Now fits the wind fair, and we will aboard.

My Lord of Cambridge, and my Lord of Masham, And you my gentle Knight, give me your thoughts: Think you not, that the pow'rs, we bear with us, Will cut their paffage through the force of France; Doing the execution and the act

To death and treachery.] Here ted in all the following editions. the quarto inferts a line omit- Exet. O! the lord of Malham!

For

For which we have in head affembled them?
Scroop. No doubt, my Liege, if each man do his best.
K. Henry. I doubt not that; fince we are well per-
fuaded

We carry not a heart with us from hence

That grows not in a fair confent with ours,
Nor leave not one behind that doth not wifh
Succefs and conqueft to attend on us.

Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd, and lov'd, Than is your Majefty; there's not, I think, a fubject That fits in heart-grief and uneafiness

Under the sweet fhade of your government.

Grey. True; thofe that were your father's enemies Have steept their gauls in honey, and do ferve you With hearts create of duty and of zeal.

K. Henry. We therefore have great cause of thankfulness,

And fhall forget the office of our hand
Sooner than quittance of defert and merit
According to the weight and worthiness.

Scroop. So fervice shall with steeled finews toil,
And labour fhall refresh itself with hope
To do your Grace inceffant fervices.

K. Henry. We judge no lefs. Uncle of Exeter,
Inlarge the man committed yesterday,

That rail'd against our perfon. We confider,
It was excefs of wine that fet him on,

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And on his more advice we pardon him.

Scroop. That's mercy, but too much fecurity; Let him be punish'd, Sovereign, left example

Breed, by his fuff'rance, more of such a kind.
K. Henry. O, let us yet be merciful.

Cam. So may your Highness, and yet punish too, Grey. You fhew great mercy, if you give him life, After the taste of much correction.

K. Henry. Alas, your too much love and care of me Are heavy orifons 'gainst this poor wretch. If little faults, proceeding on diftemper,

Shall not be wink'd at, how fhall we ftretch our eye, When capital crimes, chew'd, fwallow'd and digested, Appear before us? We'll yet enlarge that man, Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey, in their dear care And tender prefervation of our perfon,

Would have him punifh'd. Now to our French causesWho are the late Commiffioners?

Cam. I one, my Lord.

Your Highnefs bad me afk for it to day.
Scoop. So did you me, my Liege.

Grey. And I, my Sovereign.

K. Henry. Then Richard, Earl of Cambridge, there is yours;

There yours, Lord Scroop of Maham; and Sir Knight,
Grey of Northumberland, this fame is yours.

Read them, and know, I know your worthiness.
My Lord of Westmorland and uncle Exeter,
We will aboard to-night.-Why, how now, gentle-
men?

What fee you in thofe papers, that you lofe

So much complexion?-look ye, how they change! Their cheeks are paper.-Why, what read you there, That hath fo cowarded, and chas'd your blood

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-proceeding on diftem

per,] i. e. fudden paflions.

WARBURTON. Perturbation of mind. Temper is equality or calmness of mind, from an equipoife or due mixture of paffions. Diftemper of mind

is the predominance of a paffion, as diffemper of body is the predominance of a humour.

4 How fhall we ftretch our eye.] If we may not wink at small faults, how wide muft we open our eyes at great.

Out

Out of appearance?

Cam. I confefs my fault,

And do fubmit me to your Highness' mercy.

Grey. Scroop. To which we all appeal.

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

By your own counfel is fupprefs'd and kill'd.
You must not dare for fhame to talk of mercy,
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms,
As dogs upon their mafters, worrying you.
See you, my Princes and my noble Peers,
Thefe English monfters! My Lord Cambridge here,
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 confpir'd,
And fworn unto the practices of France
To kill us here in Hampton. To the which,
This Knight, no lefs for bounty bound to us
Than Cambridge is, hath likewife fworn. But O!
What shall I fay to thee, Lord Scroop, thou cruel,
Ingrateful, favage, and inhuman creature!
Thou, that didit bear the key of all my counfels,
That knew'it the very bottom of my foul,
That almoft might'ft have coin'd me into gold,
Wouldst thou have practis'd on me for thy ufe;
May it be poffible, that foreign hire

Could out of thee extract one fpark of evil,
That might annoy my finger? 'Tis fo frange
That though the truth of it ftand off as grofs
As black and white, my eye will scarcely fee it.

5 Quick] That is, living. Though the truth ftand off as grols As black and white.] Though the truth be as apparent and vi

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fible as black and white contiguous to each other. To ftand off is étre relevé, to be prominent to the eye, as the ftrong parts of a picture.

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