and we'll be all three fworn brothers to France: let

it be fo, good corporal Nym.

Nym. Faith, I will live fo 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 reit, that is the rendezvous of it.

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

Nym. I cannot tell; things muft be as they may: men may fleep, and they may have their throats about them at that time; and, fome say, knives have edges. It must be as it may: though patience be a tired mare, yet fhe will plod. There must be conclufions. Well, I cannot tell.

Enter PISTOL, and Mrs QUICKLY.

Bard. Here comes ancient Piftol, and his wife :good corporal, be patient here.-How now, mine hoft Piftol?

Pift. Bafe tike, call'ft thou me-host?

Now, by this hand I fwear, I fcorn the term;
Nor fhall my Nell keep lodgers.

Quick. No, by my troth, not long: for we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen, that live honeftly by the prick of their needles, but it it will be thought we keep a bawdy-house straight. [NYM draws his favord.] O lord! here's corporal Nym's-now fhall we have wilful adultery and murder committed. Good lieutenant Bardolph, good corporal, offer nothing here.

Nym. Pih!

Pil. Pifh for thee, Iceland dog! thou prick-car'd cur of Iceland'!

Quick. Good corporal Nym, fhew the valour of a man, and put up thy fword.

Nym. Will you fhog off? I would have you folus.
Pift. Solus, egregious dog? O viper vile!
The folus in thy moft varvellous face;

The folus in thy teeth, and in thy throat,
And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy;
And, which is worfe, within thy nasty mouth!
I do retort the folus in thy bowels :

For I can talk, and Piftol's cock is up,
And flashing fire will follow.

Nym. I am not Barbafon; you cannot conjure me. I have an 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: 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.

Pift. O braggard vile, and damned furious wight! The grave doth gape, and doting death is near; Therefore exhale.

[PISTOL and NYм draw. Bard. Hear me, hear me what I fay :—he that ftrikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, as I am a foldier. [Draws. Pift. An oath of mickle might; and fury shall abate. Give me thy fift, thy fore-foot to me give; Thy fpirits are most tall.

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

Pift. Coupe le gorge, that's the word?—I thee defy again.

O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get? No; to the fpital go,

And from the powdering tub of infamy

Fetch forth the lazar kite of Creffid's kind,

Doll

Doll Tear-fheet she by name, and her espouse:
I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly
For the only the; and-Pauca, there's enough.
Enter the Boy.

Boy. Mine hoft Pistol, you must come to my master, --and you, hoftefs;-he is very fick, and would to bed.-Good Bardolph, put thy nofe between his fheets, 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 prefently.

[Exeunt Mrs QUICKLY, and Boy. Bard. Come, fhall I make you two friends? We muft to France together; Why, the devil, fhould we keep knives to cut one another's throats?

Pift. Let floods o'erfwell, and fiends for food howl on! Nym. You'll pay me the eight fhillings I won of you at betting?

Pift. Bafe is the flave that

pays.

Nym. That now I will have; that's the humour of it. Pift. As manhood fhall compound; Push home. Bard. By this fword, 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 courfe.

Bard. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends: an thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me too. Pr'ythee, put up.

Nym. I fhall have my eight fhillings, I won of you at betting?

Pift. A noble fhalt thou have, and present pay; And liquor likewise will I give to thee,

And

And friendship fhall combine, and brotherhood:
I'll live by Nym, and Nym fhall live by me ;-
Is not this jult?-for I fhall futler be

Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
Give me thy hand.

Nym. I fhall have

my noble?

Pit. In cafh moft juítly paid.

Nym. Well then, that's the humour of it.
Re-enter Mrs QUICKLY.

Quick. As ever you came of women, come in quickly to fir John: Ah, poor heart! he is fo fhaked 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.

Pift. Nym, thou haft spoke the right;

His heart is fracted, and corroborate.

Nym. 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 liye. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. Southampton.

Enter EXETER, BEDFORD, and WESTMORELAND. Bed. 'Fore God, his grace is bold, to trust these traitors.

Exe. They fhall be apprehended by and by.

Weft. How fmooth and even they do bear them.

As if allegiance in their bofoms fat,

Crowned with faith, and conftant loyalty.

[felves!

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 cloy'd and grac'd with princely faThat he should, for a foreign purfe, fo fell [vours,His fovereign's life to death and treachery!

Trumpet founds. Enter King HENRY, SCROOP, CAMBRIDGE, GREY, Lords, and Attendants.

K. Henry. Now fits the wind fair, and we will aboard. My lord of Cambridge, and my kind lord of Mafham, And you, my gentle knight,-give me your thoughts: Think you not, that the powers we bear with us, Will cut their passage through the force of France; Doing the execution, and the act,

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 perWe carry not a heart with us from hence, [fuaded, That grows not in a fair confent with ours;

Nor leave not one behind, that doth not wish
Succefs and conquest 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 uneafinefs

Under the sweet shade of your government.

Grey. Even thofe, that were your father's enemies, Have fteep'd their galls in honey; and do ferve you With hearts create of duty and of zeal.

K. Henry. We therefore have great caufe 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 fhall with steeled finews toil; And labour fhall refrefh itself with hope,

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