Gave thee no instance why thou

treason,

shouldst do

Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.
If that same dæmon, that hath gull'd thee thus,
Should with his lion gait walk the whole world,
He might return to vasty Tartar 1 back,
And tell the legions,—I can never win
A soul so easy as that Englishman's.
O, how hast thou with jealousy infected
The sweetness of affiance!

Why, so didst thou:

Why, so didst thou:

Why, so didst thou:

Show men dutiful?

Seem they grave and learned ?
Come they of noble family?
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; 2
Not working with the eye without the ear,
And, but in purged judgment, trusting neither?
Such, and so finely bolted,3 didst thou seem:
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot,
To mark the full-fraught man, and best indued,
With some suspicion. I will weep for thee;
For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
Another fall of man. Their faults are open:
Arrest them to the answer of the law,
And God acquit them of their practices!

1 Tartarus.

2 Accomplishment.

Sifted, refined.

• Endowed.

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 discover'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

The sooner to effect what I intended:
But God be thanked for prevention ;
Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice,
Beseeching God and you to pardon me.

Grey. Never did faithful subject more rejoice
At the discovery of most dangerous treason,
Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself,
Prevented from a damned enterprise.

My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign.
K. Hen. God quit you in his mercy! Hear your

sentence.

You have conspired against our royal person,
Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his
coffers

Received the golden earnest of our death;
Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter,
His princes and his peers to servitude,
His subjects to oppression and contempt,
And his whole kingdom unto desolation.

Touching our person seek we no revenge;
But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,
Whose ruin you three sought, that to her laws
We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence,
Poor miserable wretches, to your death;
The taste whereof, God, of his mercy, give you
Patience to endure, and true repentance

Of all your dear offences !-Bear them hence.

[Exeunt Conspirators, guarded. Now, lords, for France; the enterprise whereof Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.

We doubt not of a fair and lucky war:

Since God so graciously hath brought to light
This dangerous treason, lurking in our way,
To hinder our beginnings, we doubt not now,
But every rub is smoothed on our way.
Then, forth, dear countrymen; let us deliver
Our puissance into the hand of God,
Putting it straight in expedition.

Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance:
No king of England, if not king of France.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

London. Mrs. Quickly's house in Eastcheap.

Enter PISTOL, MRS. QUICKLY, NYM, BARDOLPH, and

ΒΟΥ.

Mrs. Quick. Pr'ythee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.

Pis. No; for my manly heart doth yearn.—

Bardolph, be blithe; Nym, rouse thy vaunting

veins;

Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead, And we must yearn therefore.

Bar. Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either in heaven or in hell!

Mrs. 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; 1 'a parted even just between twelve and one, ev'n at turning o' the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, 1 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 I, 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.
Mrs. Quick. Ay, that 'a did.

Bar. And of women.

Mrs. Quick. Nay, that 'a did not.

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

Mrs. Quick. 'A could never abide carnation; 'twas a color he never liked.

Boy. 'A said once, the devil would have him about women.

Mrs. Quick. 'A did in some sort, indeed, handle women but then he was rheumatic; 1 and talked of the whore of Babylon.

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?

Bar. 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.

Pis. Come, let's away.-My love, give me thy lips.

Look to my chattels and my moveables:

Let senses rule; 2 the word is, 'Pitch and pay;
Trust none;

For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,
And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck;

Therefore, caveto be thy counsellor.

Go, clear thy crystals.3 Yoke-fellows in arms,
Let us to France! like horse-leeches, my boys;

1 Mrs. Quickly probably means lunatic.

Conduct yourself sensibly.

3 Dry thine eyes,