295 So get you hence in peace; and tell the Dauphin Fare you well. Exeunt Ambassadors. 300 Exe. This was a merry message. ACT SECOND [PROLOGUE.] Flourish. Enter Chorus. [Chor.] Now all the youth of England are on fire, 10 Shake in their fear, and with pale policy Seek to divert the English purposes. 15 O England! model to thy inward greatness, Like little body with a mighty heart, What mightst thou do, that honour would thee do, But see thy fault! France hath in thee found out men, 21 One, Richard Earl of Cambridge, and the second, And by their hands this grace of kings must die, 25 Ere he take ship for France, and in Southampton. Linger your patience on, and we'll digest 31 35 The abuse of distance, force a play. 40 SCENE I [London. A street.] Enter Corporal Nym and Lieutenant Bardolph. Bard. Well met, Corporal Nym. Nym. Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph. 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 an end. 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. Things must be as they may. Men may sleep, and they may have their 5 10 15 20 throats about them at that time; and some Enter Pistol and Hostess. Bard. Here come 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 hand, I swear, I scorn the term; 25 30 Host. No, by my troth, not long; for we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentle- 35 women that live honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will be thought we keep a bawdy house straight. [Nym and Pistol draw.] O well a day, Lady, if he be not drawn now! We shall see wilful adultery and murder committed. Bard. Good lieutenant! good corporal! offer noth ing here. Nym. Pish! 40 Pist. Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prick-ear'd cur of Iceland! Host. Good Corporal Nym, show thy valour, and put up your sword. 45 |