would prick your guts a little, in good terms, as I may; and that's the humour of it. Pist. O braggard vile, and damned furious wight! The grave doth gape, and doting death is near; Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give; Re-enter Mrs. QUICKLY. Quick. As ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir John: Ah, poor heart! he is so shaked of a burning quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him. the knight, that's the even of it. 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. Nym. I will cut thy throat, one time or Pist. Let us condole the knight; for, lambother, in fair terms; that is the humour of it. [Exeunt. Pist. Coup le gorge, that's the word? Ikins, we will live. thee defy again. O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get? No; to the spital; go, And from the powdering tub of infamy Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind, Doll Tear-sheet she by name, and her espouse: I have, and I will hold, the quondam|| Quickly For the only she; and-Pauca, there's enough. Enter the Boy. 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 killed his heart.-Good husband, come home presently. [Exeunt Mrs. QUICKLY and Boy. 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? Pist. Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food howl on! 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. Nym. I shall have my eight shillings, I won of you at betting. Pist. A noble¶ shalt thou have, and present pay; And liquor likewise will I give to thee, I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me ;- Nym. I shall have my noble? Nym. Well then, that's the humour of it. Breathe your last. + Blood hound. + Hospital. Of Cressida's nature: see the play of Troilus and Cressida. Formerly. A coin, value six shillings and eight pence. SCENE II-Southampton.-A CouncilChamber. Enter EXETER, BEDFORD, and WESTMORE LAND. Bed. 'Fore God, his grace is bold, to trust these traitors. Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by. West. How smooth and even they do bear themselves! As if allegiance in their bosoms sat, Whom he hath cloy'd and grac'd with princely Trumpet sounds. Enter King HENRY, SCROOP, My lord of Cambridge,-and my kind lord of Masham, And you, my gentle knight, thoughts: -give me your [us, Think you not, that the powers we bear with Will cut their passage through the force of France; Doing the execution, and the act, For which we have in head* assembled them? Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best. Scroop. So service shall with steeled sinews | Ingrateful, savage, and inhuman creature! Thou, that didst bear the key of all my coun sels, toil; And labour shall refresh itself with hope, To do your grace incessant services. 豪 K. Hen. We judge no less.-Uncle of ExeEnlarge the man committed yesterday, [ter, 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 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. Sir, you show great mercy, if you give him life, After the taste of much correction. K. Hen. Alas, your too much love and care of me Are heavy orisonst 'gainst this poor wretch. If little faults, proceeding on distemper, Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye, [digested, When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and Appear before us?—We'll yet enlarge that man, Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey,-in their dear care, And tender preservation of our person,- Who are the late‡ commissioners? Your highness bade me ask for it to-day. K. Hen. Then, Richard, earl of Cambridge, there is yours;- There yours, lord Scroop of Masham ;-and, Sir knight, Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours:Read them; and know, I know your worthi[ter, ness. My lord of Westmoreland,-and uncle ExeWe will aboard to-night.-Why, how now gentlemen? What see you in those papers, that you lose So much complexion?-look ye, how they change! [there, Their cheeks are paper.-Why, what read you That hath so cowarded and chas'd your blood Out of appearance? Cam. I do confess my fault; And do submit me to your highness' mercy. Grey. Scroop. To which we all appeal. K. Hen. The mercy, that was quick in us but late, By your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd: You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy; For your own reasons turn into your bosoms, You know, how apt our love was, to accord [cruel, What shall I say to thee, lord Scroop; thou + Prayers. § Living. * Better information. 1 Lately appointed. That knew'st the very bottom of my soul, Could out of thee extract one spark of evil, Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor. He might return to vasty Tartar‡ back, learned? [mily? Why, so didst thou: Come they of noble faWhy, so didst thou: Seem they religious? Why, so didst thou: Or are they spare in diet; Free from gross passion, or of mirth, or anger; Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood; Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement;§ With some suspicion. I will weep for thee; Exe. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Richard earl of Cambridge. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Henry lord Scroop of Masham. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Thomas Grey, knight of Northumberland. Scroop. Our purposes God justly hath dis cover'd; And I repent my fault, more than my death; Which I beseech your highness to forgive, Although my body pay the price of it. Cam. For me, the gold of France did not seduce; Although I did admit it as a motive, Endowed Bard. And of women. At the discovery of most dangerous treason, your sentence. You have conspir'd against our royal person, Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his coffers Receiv'd the golden earnest of our death; Boy. Yes, that 'a did; and said, they were incarnate. Quick. 'A could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he never liked. Boy. 'A said once, the devil would have him about women. Quick. 'A did in some sort, indeed, handle women: but then he was rheumatic;* and Wherein you would have sold your king to talked of the whore of Babylon. slaughter, His princes and his peers to servitude, [Exeunt. SCENE III.-London.-Mrs. QUICKLY'S Enter PISTOL, Mrs. QUICKLY, NYM, BAR- Quick. Pr'ythee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines. Pist. No; for my manly heart doth yearn.— Bardolph, be blithe;-Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins; Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is And we must yearn therefore. [dead, Bard. 'Would, I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either in heaven, or in hell! Quick. Nay, sure, he's not in hell; he's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. 'A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at turning o'the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, Sir John? quoth I: what, man! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out-God, God, God! three or four times: now 1, to comfort him, bid him, 'a should not think of God; I hoped, there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet: So, 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed, and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and so upward, and upward, and all was as cold as any stone. Nym. They say, he cried out of sack. Quick. Ay, that 'a did. Boy. Do you not remember, 'a saw a flea stick upon Bardolph's nose; and 'a said, it was a black soul burning in hell-fire? Bard. Well, the fuel is gone, that maintained that fire: that's all the riches I got in his service. Nym. Shall we shog off? the king will be gone from Southampton. Pist. Come, let's away.-My love, give me thy lips. Look to my chattels, and my moveables: Pist. Touch her soft mouth, and march. [Kissing her Nym. I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but adieu. Pist. Let housewifery appear; keep close, I thee command. Quick. Farewell; adieu. [Exeunt SCENE IV.-France.-A Room in the French King's Palace. Enter the FRENCH KING attended; the DarPHIN, the Duke of BURGUNDY, the CONSTABLE, and others. Fr. King. Thus come the English with full power upon us; And more than carefully it us concerns, To line, and new repair, our towns of war, With men of courage, and with means defendant: For England his approaches makes as fierce, Dau. My most redoubted father, It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe: For peace itself should not so dullt a kingdom, (Though war, nor no known quarrel, were in question,) But that defences, musters, preparations, * Mrs. Quickly means lunatic. + Render it callous, insensible. No, with no more, than if we heard that England Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance: By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth, Con. O peace, prince Dauphin! But though we think it so, it is no matter: Fr. King. Think we king Harry strong; And, princes, look, you strongly arm to meet him. The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us; Whiles that his mountain sire,-on mountain standing, Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,- Had twenty years been made. This is a stem Enter a MESSENGER. Mess. Ambassadors from Henry King of Do crave admittance to your majesty. [Exeunt MESS. and certain LORDS. You see, this chase is hotly follow'd, friends. Dau. Turn head, and stop pursuit: for coward dogs Most spend their mouths, when what they seem to threaten, Runs far before them. Good my sovereign, Re-enter LORDS, with EXETER and Train. He wills you, in the name of God Almighty, The borrow'd glories, that, by gift of heaven, 'Tis no sinister, nor no awkward claim, Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days, Nor from the dust of old oblivion rak'd, In every branch truly demonstrative; Fr. King. Or else what follows? Exe. Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crown Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it: Do not, in grant of all demands at large, Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply, Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it, Were it the mistress court of mighty Europe: And, be assur'd, you'll find a difference, (As we, his subjects, have in wonder found,) Between the promise of his greener days, And these he masters now; now he weighs time, [read Even to the utmost grain; which you shall In your own losses, if he stay in France. Fr. King. To-morrow shall you know mind at full. * Resound, echo. Exe. Despatch us with all speed, lest that I Then lend the eye a terrible spéct; Chor. Thus with imagin'd wing our swift scene flies, In motion of no less celerity sea, Breasting the lofty surge: 0, do but think, [men, Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old woEither past, or not arriv'd to, pith and puis sance: For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd With one appearing hair, that will not follow These cull'd and choise-drawn cavaliers to France? Work, work, your thoughts, and therein see a siege: Behold the ordnance on their carriages, Tells Harry-that the king doth offer him Let it pry through the portage of the head, Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument,§ Dishonour not your mothers; now attest, Be copy now to men of grosser blood, doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Cry-God for Harry! England! and Saint George! [Exeunt. Alarum, and Chambers go of. SCENE II.-The same. Forces pass over; then enter NYM, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, and Boy. Bard. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the breach! Nym. 'Pray thee, corporal, stay; the knocks are too hot; and, for mine own part, I have not a case of lives: the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain-song of it. Pist. The plain-song is most just; for humours do abound; [die; Katharine his daughter; and with her, to Knocks go and come; God's vassals drop aud dowry, Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms. The offer likes not: and the nimble gunner With linstock‡ now the devilish touches, cannon [Alarum; and Chambers go off. And down goes all before them. Still be kind, And eke out our performance with your mind. [Exit. SCENE I.—The same.-Before Harfleur. Alarums. Enter King HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOSTER, and Soldiers, with Scaling Ladders. K. Hen. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! But when the blast of war blows in our ears, And sword and shield, In bloody field, Doth win immortal fame. Boy. 'Would I were in an alehouse in London! I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety. Pist. And I: If wishes would prevail with me, My purpose should not fail with me, But thither would I hie. Boy. As duly, but not as truly, as bird doth sing on bough. Enter FLUELLEN. Flu. Got's blood!-Up to the preaches, you rascals! will you not up to the preaches? Driving them forward. Pist. Be merciful, great duke, to men of mould!¶ Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage! |