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Bard. Would I were with him wherefome'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. He made a finer end, and went away an’it had been any Christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o'th' tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers' end, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen * How now, Sir John? quoth I: what, man, be of good cheer: fo a’ cried out, God, God, God, three or four times. Now 1, to comfort him, bid him, a' shou'd not think of God; I hop'd there was no need to trouble himlelf with any such thoughts yet: fo a' bade me lay more cloaths on his feet. I put my hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as cold as a stone: then I felt to his knees, and so upward, and upward; and all was cold as any stone.

Nym. They say he cried out of fack.
Quick. Ay, and that a' did.
Boy. And of women.
Quick. Nay, that a' did not.

Boy. Yes, that he did ; and said they were devils incarnate.

Quick. A' could never abide carnation, 'twas a colour he never lik’d.

Boy. He said once, the deule would have him about women.

Quick He did in some fort, indeed, handle women; but then he was rheumatic, and talk'd of the whore of Babylon

Boy. Do you not remember he saw a flea stick upon * These wo ds, and a :-ble of green fields, though iniertej in all the subsequ-nt editions after the word pen, are not to be found in the old editions of 160 ind 1608. This nonsente got into all thele editions by a p.ealant mistake of the stage-editors, who printed from the commun piece meal written parts in the play-house. A table ‘was here vie tected io be brought in (it being a fcene in a tavern where they drink at parting), and ihis direciion (rept into the text from the margin, Greenfield w.s the name of the property-man in thai time, who turhind implements, 6s, for the actors. ' A table of Greenfield's. Mr.



Bardolph's nose, and said it was a black soul burning in hell?

Bard. Well, the fewel is gone that maintain'd that fire: that's all the riches I got in his service. Nym. Shall we shogg? the King will be gone

from Southampton

Pift. Come, let's away. My love, give me thy lips :
Lock to my chattels, and my moveables ;
Let senses rule; the word is, pitch and pay ;
Trust none, for oaths are straws; mens' faiths are wa-

And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck,
Therefore Caveto be thy counsellor.
Go, clear thy crystals. Yoke-fellows in arms,
Let us to France; like horse-leeches, my boys ;
To suck, to suc! the very blood to suck.

Boy. And that's but unwholesome food, they say.
Pift. Touch her soft mouth and march. Come!
Bard. Farewel, hostess.

Nym. I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it ; but adieu.

Pift. Let housewifery appear; keep close, I thee command. Quick. Farewel; adieu.


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Changes to the French King's palace. Enter the French King, the Dauphin, the Duke of Bur

gundy, and the Constable. Fr. King. Thus come the English with full power upAnd more than carelessly it us concerns [on us, To answer royally in our defences. Therefore the Dukes of Berry and of Bretagne, Of Brabant and of Orleans, shall make forth, And you, Prince Dauphin, with all swift difpatch; To line and new repair our towns of war, With men of courage, and with means defendant. For England his approaches makes as fierce, As waters to the fucking of a gulph. It fits us then to be as provident


dillolute crew of robbers. Mr. Wurburton,

withdrew from public affairs, and amused himself in conforting with a

As fear may teach us out of late examples,
Left by the fatal and neglected English
Upon our fields.

Dau. My most redoubted father,
It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe:

itself should not to dull a kingdom,
(Though war nor no known quarrel were in question),
But that defences, muiters, preparations,
Should be maintain d, assembled, and collected,
As were a war in expectation.
Therefore, Į say, 'tis ineet we all go

To view the fick and feeble parts of France :
And let us do it with no fhew of fear ;
No, with no more than if we heard that England
Were bufied with a Whitfon morris-dance:
For, my good Liege, she is so idly king’d,
Her sceptre fo fantastically borne,
By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth,
That fear attends her not.

Cnn. O peace, Prince Dauphin !
You are too much mistaken in this King.
Question your Grace the late ambassadors,
With what great state he heard their embassy;
How well fupply'd with noble counsellors,
How modeft in exception, and withal
How terrible in constant resolution :
And you shall find, his vanities fore-spent
Were but the out-side of the Roman Brutus,
Covering discretion with a coat of folly;

As gardners do with ordure hide those roots
“That shall first spring and be most delicate *:

Dau. Well, 'tis not lo, my Lord High Constable.
But tho we think it fo, it is no matter :
In causes of defence, 'tis best to weigh

not having given us, in the first or second part of Henry iv. or in any other place but this, the remotelt hint of the circum'tance here a'luded in, the comparison must needs be a little obfcure to thole who don't know to reflect, that fume hiliorians have told us, that Henry IV, had entertained a deep jealousy of his fon's atpir

Therefore, to prevent all umbrage, the Prince

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The enemy more mighty than he seems;
So the proportions of defence are fillid;
Which of a weak and niggardly projection,
Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat with scanting
A little cloth.

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;
And he is bred out of that bloody strain,
That hunted us in our familiar paths :
Witness our too much memorable shame,
When Cressy battle fatally was struck;
And all our princes captiv'd by the hand
Of that black name, Edward black Prince of Wales:
While that his mounting fire, ori mountain standing,
[Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun, *]
Saw his heroic feed, and smild to see him
Mangle the work of nature, and deface
The patterns that by God and by French fathers
Had twenty years been made. This is a stem
Of that victorious stock; and let us fear
The native mightiness and fate of him t.

Enter a Melenger. Mel: Ambassadors from Harry King of England, Do crave admittance to your Majesty. Fr. King. We'll give them present audience. Go

and bring them. You see this chace is hotly follow'd, friends.

Dau. Turn head and stop pursuit; for coward dogs Most spend their mouths, when what they seem to

Runs far before them. Good my Sovereign,
Take up the English short; and let them knov
Of what a monarchy you are the head.
Self-love, my Liege, is not fo vile a fin,
As self-neglecting.

SCENE V. Enter Exeter.
Fr. King. From our brother England ?
* A nonsensical line of fome player.
† i. e. fortune and condition of his house or family,

Exe. From him; and thus he greets your Majesty. He wills you in the name of God Almighty, That you divest yourself, and lay apart The borrow'd glories, that, by gift of heaven, By law of nature and of nations, ʼlong To him and to his heirs; namely, the crown, And all the wide-ftretch'd honours that pertain, By custom and the ordinance of times, Unto the crown of France. That you may know, 'Tis no sinister nor no aukward claim, Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days, Nor from the dust of old oblivion rak'd, He sends you

this most memorable line, In every branch truly demonstrative,

[Gives the French King a paper Willing you over-look his pedigree; And when you find him evenly deriv'd Frrm his most fam'd of famous ancestors, Edvard the Third, he bids you then refign Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held From him the native and true challenger.

Fr. King. Or else what follows ?

Exe. Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crown
Ev’n in your hearts, there will he rake for it.
And therefore in fierce tempeft is he coming,
In thunder, and in earthquake, like a Jove;
That, if requiring fail, he may compel.
He bids you, in the bowels of the Lord,

crown ;

and to take mercy
On the pcor souls, for whom this hungry war
Opens his valty jaws; upon your head
Turning the widows' tears, the orphans' cries,
The dead mens' blood, the pining maidens' groans,
For husbands, fathers, and betrothed lovers,
That shall be swallow'd in this controverly.
This is his claim, his threat'ning, and my message ;
Unless the Dauphin be in presence here,
To whom expressly I bring greeting too.

Fr. King. For us, we will consider of this further: To-morrow shall


bear our full intent
Back to our brother England.
Dau For the Dauphin,
Vol. IV.



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