Their cheeks are paper.-Why, what read you there, That hath so cowarded and chas'd your blood Out of appearance? Cam. I do confess my fault; And do submit me to your highness' mercy. K. Hen. The mercy, that was quick in us but late, You know, how apt our love was, to accord VOL. V. B But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in With patches, colours, and with forms being fetch'd But he, that temper'd thee, bade thee stand up, The sweetness of affiance! Show men dutiful? - Arrest them to the answer of the law :- 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; My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign. sentence. You have conspir'd against our royal person, Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his coffers Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter, To 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 enterprize 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 Boy. Quick. Pr'ythee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines. Pist. 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. Bard. 'Would, I were with him, wheresome'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. 'A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at turning o'the tide for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I 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 outGod, 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. Bard. And of women. Quick. Nay, that 'a did not. Boy. Yes, that 'a did; and said, they were devils incarnate. Quick. 'A could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he never liked. Boy. 'A said once, the devil would have him about women. Quick. 'A did in some sort, indeed, handle women : but then he was rheumatic; 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? Bard. Well, the fuel is gone, that maintained the fire; that's all the riches I got in his service. Nym. Shall we shog off? the king will be gone from Southampton. Pist. Come, let's away.-My love, give me thy lips. Look to my chattels, and my moveables : Let senses rule; the word is, Pitch and pay ; For oats are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes, |