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.

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 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.

Enter PISTOL, and MRS. QUICKLY, from the Tavern.

Bard. Here comes 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; 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. Nym. Pish!

Pist. Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prick-ear'd cur of Iceland!

Quick. Good corporal Nym, show the valour of a man, and put up thy sword,

Nym. Will you shog off? I would have you solus.
Pist. Solus, egregious dog? O viper vile!
The solus, in thy most marvellous face;

The solus in thy teeth, and in thy throat;
I do retort the solus in thy bowels.

Nym. I am not Barbason; you cannot conjure me. 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 spouse to get? I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly For the only she; and-pauca, there's enough.

Enter Box, from the Tavern.

Boy. 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 Box into the Tavern. 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?

on.

Pist. Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food howl

Nym. You'll 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 thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me too. 'Pr'ythee, put up.

Pist. A noble shalt thou have, and present pay: And liquor likewise will I give to thee;

For I shall sutler be

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

Nym. I shall have my noble.

Pist. In cash most justly paid.

Nym. Well then, that's the humour of it.

Enter MRS. QUICKLY, from the Tavern.

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

[Exit MRS. QUICKLY, into the Tavern. 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. [Exeunt, into the Tapera,

ACT THE SECOND.

SCENE I.

Southampton Harbour.

Enter EXETER, GLOSTER, BEDFORD, and WEST

MORELAND.

Glost. 'Fore Heaven, his grace is bold, to trust these traitors.

Ere. They shall be apprehended by and by. West. How smooth and even they do bear themselves!

As if allegiance in their bosoms sat,

Crowned with faith and constant 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 cloy'd and grac'd with princely fa

vours,

That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell
His sovereign's life to death and treachery!

Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.

Enter KING HENRY, CAMBRIDGE, SCROOP, GREY, LORDS, HERALDS, and GUARds.

K. Hen. Now sits the wind fair, and we will aboard.

My lord of Cambridge, and my kind lord of Masham, 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 ? Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do his

best.

K. Hen. I doubt not that; since we are well persuaded,

We carry not a heart with us from hence,
That grows not in a fair consent with ours;
Nor leave not one behind, that doth not wish
Success and conquest to attend on us.

Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd and lov'd,
Than is your majesty; there's not a subject,
That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness

Under the sweet shade of your government.

Grey. Even those, that were your father's enc mies,

Have steep'd their galls in honey, and do serve you With hearts create of duty and of zeal.

K. Hen. We therefore have great cause of thankfulness;

And shall forget the office of our hand,
Sooner than quittance of desert and merit,
According to the weight of worthiness.→→→
Uncle of Exeter,

Enlarge the man, committed yesterday,
That rail'd against our person: we consider,
It was excess of wine that set him on;
And, on his more advice, we pardon him.

Scroop. That's mercy, but too much security:
Let him be punish'd, sovereign; lest that example
Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind.
K. Hen. O, let us yet be merciful.

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

K. Hen. We'll yet enlarge that man;

Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey,-in their dear care,