Bar. 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. [draws. Pis. An oath of mickle might; and fury shall

abate.

Give me thy fist; thy fore-foot to me give:

Thy spirits are most tall.

Nym. I will cut thy throat, one time or other, in fair terms; that is the humor of it.

Pis. Coupe le gorge; that's the word.-I thee defy again.

O hound of Crete,1 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 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 warmingpan faith, he's very ill.

Bar. Away, you rogue.

Mrs. Quick. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a

1 Bloodhound.

pudding one of these days: the king has killed his heart. Good husband, come home presently.

[Exeunt Mrs. Quickly and Boy. Bar. 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 ?

Pis. Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food howl on!

Nym. You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting?

Pis. Base is the slave that pays.

Nym. That now I will have; that's the humor of it.

Pis. As manhood shall compound. Push home. Bar. By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I'll kill him; by this sword, I will.

Pis. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their

course.

Bar. 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?

Pis. A noble 1 shalt 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 sutler be

A coin of the value of six shillings and eight pence.

Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.

Give me thy hand.

Nym. I shall have my noble?

Pis. In cash most justly paid.

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

Re-enter MRS. QUICKLY.

Mrs. 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.

Nym. The king hath run bad humors on the knight; that's the even of it.

Pis. 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 humors and careers. Pis. Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins we will live.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Southampton. A council-chamber.

Enter EXETER, BEDFORD, and WESTMORELand.

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 them

selves!

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 graced with princely favors ;

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

Trumpet sounds. Enter KING HENRY, SCROOP, CAMBRIDGE, GREY, Lords, and Attendants.

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 -give me your thoughts:

Think you not, that the powers we bear with us, Will cut their passage through the force of France; Doing the execution, and the act,

For which we have in head 1 assembled them?

Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best.

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

suaded,

We carry not a heart with us from hence,

That grows not in a fair concent 2 with ours;

1 In force.

2 Friendly concord.

Nor leave not one behind, that doth not wish
Success and conquest to attend on us.

Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd and loved
Than is your majesty: there's not, I think, a

subject,

That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness

Under the sweet shade of your government.

Grey. Even those, that were your father's ene

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 thank-
fulness;

And shall forget the office of our hand,

Sooner than quittance 1 of desert and merit,
According to the weight and worthiness.

Scroop. So service shall with steeled sinews toil;
And labor shall refresh itself with hope,

To do your grace incessant services.

K. Hen. We judge no less.-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 example
Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind.

1 Recompense.

2 On his return to more coolness of mind.

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