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KING HENRY V.

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[Exeunt Ambassadors, Exe. This was a merry message.

K. Henry. We hope to make the fender blush at it;
Therefore, my Lords, omit no happy hour,
That may give furth’rance to our expedition ;
For we have now no thoughts 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 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 talk his thought,
That this fair action may on foot be brought. [Exeunt.

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Before Quickly's house in East-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 say little; but when
time shall serve, there shall be. [Smiles). But that shall
be as it may. I dare not fight, bật I will wink and
hold out mine iron; it is a fimple one; but what tho'?
it will toast cheese, and it will endure cold as another
man's sword will; and there's an end.
Bard. I will bestow a breakfast to make you

friends, and we'll be all three sworn brothers to France: let it be fo, 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, Į 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 the did you wrong, for
you were troth-plight to her.
Nym. I cannot tell, things must be as they may; men
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may Tleep, and they may have their throats about them at that time; and some fay, knives have edges's it must be 'as it may; though patiencerbe a tir'd dame, yet she will plod; there must be conclusions; well, I cannot tell,

Enter Pistol and Quickly, Bard. Here comes Ancient Piftol and his wife; good Corporal, be patient here. How now, mine hoft Pistol?

Pif. Bafe tyke, call'st thou me host? 'now by this hand, I swear, 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 will be thought we keep a bawdy-house straight. O welliday, Lady, if he be not drawn! Now we shall fee wilful adultery and murder committed.

Bard. Good Lieutenant, good Corporal, offer nothing here.

Nym. Pill! Pift

. Pifh for thee, ifländ dog; thou prick-ear'd cur of Illand.

Quick. Good Corporal Nym, shew thy valour, and put up thy fword.

Nym. Will you shog off? I would have you folus,

Pift. Solus, egregious dog ! O viper 'vile ! The solus in thy most marvellous face, isht The folus in thy teeth, and in thy throat, And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy; And, which is worse, within thy nalty mouth. i 03 I do retort the folus in thy bowels ; For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up,

wch 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 fcour you with my rapier as I mày, in fair terms. If you would walki off, I would prick your guts a little in good terms as I may, and that's the humour of it. : Pijl. O braggard vile, and damned furious wight!

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The grave doth gape, and doating death is near; i i. Therefore exhale.. as Bard. Hear me, hear me, what I say: he that strikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts as I am a soldier.

Pift. An oath of mickle might; and fury shall abate, Give me thy fift, thy fore-foot to me give; Thy spirits are moft'taH.

Nym, I will cut thy throat one time or other in fair terms, that is the humour of it. . Pift. Coupe à gorge, that is the word. 1. defy thee

again.
O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get?
No, to the fpittle go,
And fro!n the powd’ring tub of infamy
Fetch forth the lazar kite of Crellid's kind,
Doll lear-sheet, she by name, and her espouse.

I have, and I will hold the quondam. Quickly
For th only she; and pauca, there's enough ; go to.

Enter the Boy. U 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 prefently. [Exit Quickly.

Bard. Come, shall I make you two friends? we must to France together: why the devil hould we keep knives to cut one another's throats ?

Pift. Let floods o’erswell, and fiends for food howi

on !

Nym. You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of yon 1 at betting? di Pift. Base is the save that pays. in Nym. That now I will have, that's the humour of it. Pift. As manhood shall compound, push home.A,

Til Draws. 1r Bard. By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, r'll kill him; by this sword, I will.

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Pift. 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 ; prythee put up.

Pift. A noble fhalt thou have and present pay;
And liquor likewise will I give to thee ;
And friendship shall combine and brotherhood.
I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me.
Is not this just? for I shall suttler be
Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
Give me thy hand.
Nym. I shall have

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noble ? Pift. In cash most justly paid. Nym. Well then, that's the humour of't,

Re-enter Quickly. 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 be. hold. Sweet men come to him.

Nym. The King hath run bad humours on the Knight; zhat's the even of it.

Pift. Nym, thou haft spoken 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. Pift. Let us condole the Knight; for, lambkins !

[Exeunt.

we will live.

ACT

II.

SCENE

1.

Enter Chorus.

Chorus.

all the youth of ,

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

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ic And hides a sword 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 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 mightlt 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 nest of hollow bofoms, which he fills With treach'rous crowns; and three corrupted men, One, Richard Earl of Cambridge, and the second, Henry Lord Scroop of Masham, and the third, Sir Thomas Grey Knight of Northumberland, Have for the guilt of France (O guilt indeed!) Confirm'd conspiracy with fearful France : And by their hands, this grace of kings must die, If hell and treason hold their promises, Ere he take ship for France. Then in Southamptor Linger your patience on, and well digest Th’abuse of distance, while we farce a play. The sum is paid, the traitors are agreed, The King is set from London, and the scene Is now tranfported, gentles, to Southampton : There is the play-house now, there must you sit; And thence to France shall we convey yo! fafe, And bring you back; charming the narrow seas To give you gentle pass: for if we may, We'll not offend one stomach with our play. But, till the King come forth, and not till then, Unto Southampton do we shift our scene. [Exit:

S C Ε Ν Ε ΙΙ. Southampton. Enter Exeter, Bedford, and Westmorland. Bed. 'Fore God, his Grace is bold to trust these traiEse. They shall be apprehended by and by. [tors.

West. How smooth and even they do bear themselves, As if allegiance in their bosoms fat, Crowned with faith and constant loyalty !

Bed,

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