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And tell the pleasant prince,—this mock of his
widows Shall this his mock mock out of their dear hus
bands; Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down; And some are yet ungotten, and unborn, That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn. 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 jest will savour but of shallow wit, When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it. Convey them with safe conduct.-Fare you well.
[Exeunt Ambassadors. Exe. This was a merry message. K. Hen. We hope to make the sender blush at it.
[Descends from his Throne. 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 soon collected; and all things thought upon, That may, with reasonable swiftness, add More feathers to our wings; for, God before, 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.
Fhat may my lords, on [Descens
his balls to gun-stones ;] When ordnance was first used, they discharged balls, not of iron, but of stone.
Enter CHORUS. Chor. Now all the youth of England are on fire, And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies; Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought Reigns solely in the breast of every man: They sell the pasture now, to buy the horse; Following the mirror of all Christian kings, With winged heels, as English Mercuries. For now sits Expectation in the air; And hides a sword, from hilts unto the point, With crowns imperial, crowns, and coronets, Proinis'd to Harry, and his followers. The French, advis’d by good intelligence Of this most 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'st thou do, that honour would thee do, Were all thy children kind and natural! But see thy fault! France hath in thee found out A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills With treacherous crowns: and three corrupted
men,One, Richard earl of Cambridge ; and the second, Henry lord Scroop of Marsham; and the third, Sir Thomas Grey knight of Northumberland, Have, for the gilt of France, (O guilt, indeed!) Confirm'd conspiracy with fearful France;
s- the gilt of France,] Gilt, which, in our author, generally signifies a display of gold, in the present instance, means golden money.
And by their hands this grace of kings must die,
Enter Nym and BARDOLPH.
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
k, and hold it may. I dare shall be smiles,
_ while we force a play.) To force a play, is to produce a play by compelling many circumstances into a narrow compass.
friends; and we'll be all three sworn brothers to France ;5 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. 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. No, by my troth, not long : for we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen, that live honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will be thought we keep a bawdyhouse straight. (Nym draws his sword. O well-aday, Lady, if he be not drawn now! O Lord!
5- and we'll be all three sworn brothers to France;] The humour of sworn brothers should be opened a little. In the time of adventure, it was usual for two chiefs to bind themselves to share in each other's fortune, and divide their acquisitions between them. So, in the Conqueror's expedition, Robert de Oily, and Roger de Ivery, were fratres jurati; and Robert gave one of the honours he received to bis sworn brother Roger. So these three scoundrels set out for France, as if they were going to make a conquest of the kingdom.
here's corporal Nym's—now shall we have wilful adultery and murder committed. Good lieutenant Bardolph,-good corporal, offer nothing here.
Pist. Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prick-eared 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.
[Sheathing his sword. Pist. Solus, egregious dog? O viper vile! The solus in thy most marvellous face; The solus in thy teeth, and in thy throat, And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy; And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth! I do retort the solus in thy bowels: For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up, And flashing fire will follow.
Nym. I am not Barbason, 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. Pist. O braggard vile, and damned furious
wight! The grave doth gape, and doting death is near; Therefore exhale.? [Pistol and Nym draw.
Bard. Hear me, hear me what I say:-he that
I am not Barbason;] Barbason is the name of a dæmon mentioned in The Merry Wives of Windsor. The unmeaning tumour of Pistol's speech very naturally reminds Nym of the sounding nonsense uttered by conjurors.
7 Therefore exhale.] Exhale, perhaps here signifies draw, or, in Pistol's language, hale, or lug out : but more probably it meanstherefore breathe your last, or die, a threat common enough among dramatick heroes of a higher rank than Pistol, who only expresses this idea in the fantastick language peculiar to his character,