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Without defeat. Therefore to France, my liege.
Divide your happy England into four;
Whereof take you one quarter into France,
And you withal fhall make all Gallia shake.
If we, with thrice that power left at home,
Cannot defend our own door from the dog,
Let us be worried; and our nation lofe
The name of hardinefs, and policy.

K. Henry. Call in the meffengers fent from the
Dauphin.
[Exit an Attendant.
Now are we well refolv'd: and, by God's help;
And yours, the noble finews of our power,-
France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe,
Or break it all to pieces: Or there we'll fit,
Ruling, in large and ample empery,

O'er France, and all her almost kingly dukedoms;
Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn,
Tomblefs, with no remembrance over them:
Either our history fhall, with full mouth,
Speak freely of our acts; or elfe our grave,
Like Turkish mute, fhall have a tonguelefs mouth,
Not worshipp'd with a paper epitaph.

Enter Ambafadors of France.

Now we are well prepar'd to know the pleasure
Of our fair coufin Dauphin; for, we hear,
Your greeting is from him, not from the king.
Amb. May't please your majefty, to give us leave
Freely to render what we have in charge;
Or fhall we fparingly fhew you far off
The Dauphin's meaning, and our embaffy?

K. Henry. We are no tyrant, but a Christian king;
Unto whofe grace our paffion is as fubject,
As are our wretches fetter'd in our prifons:
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Therefore,

Therefore, with frank and with uncurbed plainnefs, Tell us the Dauphin's mind.

Amb. Thus then, in few.

Your highness, lately fending into France,
Did claim fome certain dukedoms, in the right
Of your great predeceffor, king Edward the third.
In anfwer of which claim, the prince our master
Says, that you favour too much of your youth;
And bids you be advis'd, there's nought in France,
That can be with a nimble galliard won;
You cannot revel into dukedoms there :
He therefore fends you, meeter for your spirit,
This tun of treasure; and, in lieu of this,
Defires you, let the dukedoms, that you claim,
Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin fpeaks.
K. Henry. What treasure, uncle?

Exe. Tennis-balls, my liege.

K. Henry. We are glad, the Dauphin is fo pleafant with us;

His prefent, and your pains, we thank you for :
When we have match'd our rackets to thefe balls,
We will, in France, by God's grace, play a fet,
Shall ftrike his father's crown into the hazard:
Tell him, he hath made a match with fuch a wrangler,
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 feat of England;
And therefore, living hence, did give ourself
To barbarous licence; As 'tis ever common,
That men are merriest when they are from home.
But tell the Dauphin,-I will keep my state;
Be like a king, and fhew my fail of greatnefs,

When

When I do roufe me in my throne of France;
For that I have laid by my majefty,
And plodded like a man for working-days;
But I will rife there with fo full a glory,
That I will dazzle all the eyes of France,
Yea, ftrike the Dauphin blind to look on us.
And tell the pleasant prince,-this mock of his
Hath turn'd his balls to gun-ftones; and his foul
Shall stand fore charged for the wasteful vengeance
That shall fly with them: for many a thousand widows
Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands;
Mock mothers from their fons, mock caftles down;
And fome are yet ungotten, and unborn,

That shall have cause to curfe the Dauphin's fcorn.
But this lies all within the will of God,
To whom I do appeal; and in whose name,
Tell you the Dauphin, I am coming on,
To 'venge me as I may, and to put forth
My rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause.
So, get you hence in peace; and tell the Dauphin,
His jeft will favour but of fhallow wit,

When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it.-
Convey then with fafe conduct.-Fare

you well. [Exeunt Ambafadors. Exe. This was a merry meffage.

K. Henry. We hope to make the fender blush at it. 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 foon collected; and all things thought upon, That may, with reasonable swiftnefs, add More feathers to our wings; for, God before,

We'll

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. [Exeunt,

ACT II.

Enter CHORUS.

Chorus.

Now all the youth of England are on fire;
And filken dalliance in the wardrobe lies;
Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought
Reigns folely in the breast of every man :
They fell the pafture now, to buy the horse;
Following the mirror of all Chriftian kings,
With winged heels, as English Mercuries.
For now fits Expectation in the air;

And hides a fword, 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 moft 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'ft thou do, that honour would thee do,
Were all thy children kind and natural !

But fee thy fault! France hath in thee found out
A neft of hollow bofoms, which he fills
With treacherous crowns: and three corrupted men,—
One, Richard earl of Cambridge; and the fecond,

Henry

Henry lord Scroop of Mafham; and the third,
Sir Thomas Grey knight of Northumberland,—
Have for the gilt of France (O guilt, indeed!)
Confirm'd confpiracy with fearful France.
And by their hands this grace of kings must die
(If hell and treafon hold their promifes),
Ere he take ship for France, and in Southampton.
Linger your patience on; and well digeft
The abufe of diftance, while we force a play.
The fum is paid; the traitors are agreed;
The king is fet from London; and the fcene
Is now tranfported, gentles, to Southampton:
There is the play-houfe now, there must you
fit:
And thence to France fhall we convey you fafe,
And bring you back, charming the narrow feas
To give you gentle pafs; for, if we may,
We'll not offend one ftomach with our play.
But, 'till the king come forth, and not 'till then,
Unto Southampton do we shift our scene.

[Exit.

SCENE I. Before QUICKLY's house in Eaft-cheap. Enter Corporal NYM, and Lieutenant 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 fay little; but when time shall serve, there shall be smiles ;-but that fhall be as it may. I dare not fight; but I will wink, and hold out mine iron: It is a fimple one; but what though it will toaft cheefe; and it will endure cold as another man's fword will: and there's the humour of it.

Bard. I will bestow a breakfast, to make you friends;

and

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