fhall be as it may. I dare not fight, but I will wink and hold out mine iron; it is a fimple one; but what tho? it will toaft cheese, and it will endure cold as another man's fword will; and there's an end. Bard. I will beftow a breakfast to make you friends, 2 and we'll be all three fworn brothers to France. Let it be fo, good corporal Nim. Nim. Faith, I will live fo long as I may, that's the certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I will do as I may; that is my reft, that is the rendezvous of it. Bard. It is certain, corporal, that he is married to · Nel Quickly, and certainly fhe did you wrong, for you were troth-plight to her. Nim. I cannot tell, things must be as they may; men may fleep, and they may have their throats about them at that time; and some say, knives have edges. It must be as it may. Tho' 3 patience be a tir'd Mare, yet fhe will plod. There must be conclufions. 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 Piftol? Pift. Bafe tyke, call'st thou me host? Now by this hand, I swear, I fcorn the term: Quick. No, by my troth, not long: for we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen, that live honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will be thought we keep a bawdy-house straight. O welli 2 And we'll all be worn brothers to France.] We should read, we'll all go fworn brothers to France, or we'll all be worn brothers in France. 3 Patience be a tir'd mare.] The folio reads by corruption, tired name, from which Sir T. Hanmer, fagaciously enough, derived tired Dame, Mr, Theobald retrieved from the quarto tired Mare, the true reading. day day lady, if he be not drawn! Now we fhall fee wilful adultery, and murder committed. 7 Bard. Good lieutenant, good corporal, offer nothing here, Nim Pih! Pift. Pifh, for thee, Iland dog; thou prick-ear'd cur of Iland. Quick, Good corporal Nim, fhew thy valour and put up thy fword.. Nim. Will you fhog off? I would have you folus. The folus in thy teeth, and in thy throat, And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy, For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up, Nim. 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 may, in fair terms. If you would walk off, I would prick your guts a little in good terms as I may, and that's the humour of it, stod hon Pift. O braggard vile, and damned furious wight! The grave doth gape, ' and doating death is near; Therefore exhale. Bard. Hear me, hear me, what I fay. He that strikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts as I am a foldier. Pift. An Oath of mickle might; and fury fhall abate. Give me thy fift, thy fore-foot to me give; Thy fpirits are most tall. Nim. I will cut thy throat one time or other in fair terms, that is the humour of it. Pift. Coup à gorge, that is the word. again. I defy thee O hound of Crete, think'ft thou my spouse to get? And from the powd'ring tub of infamy Fetch forth the lazar Kite of Creffid's kind, Boy. Mine hoft Pistol, you must come to my master, and your hoftefs; he is very fick, 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 thefe days; the King has kill'd his heart. Good husband, come home presently. [Exit Quickly. Bard. Come, fhall I make you two friends? We muft to France together; why the devil should we keep knives to cut one another's throats? Pift. Let floods o'erfwell, and fiends for food howl on!. 1 Doating death is near.] The quarto has groaning death. Nim. You'll pay me the eight fhillings, I won of you at betting? it. Pift. Bafe is the flave, that pays. Nim. That now I will have; that's the humour of Pift. As manhood fhall compound, push home. [Draw. Bard. By this fword, he that makes the first thrust, I'll kill him; by this fword, I will. Pift. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their courfe. Bard. Corporal Nim, an thou wilt be friends, be friends; an thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me too. Pry'thee, put up. Pift. A noble fhalt thou have and prefent pay, And friendship fhall combine and brotherhood. Nim. I fhall have my noble? Pift. In cash most justly paid. Nim. 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 fo fhak'd of a burning quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him. Nim. The King hath run bad humours on the Knight, that's the even of it. Pift. Nim, thou haft spoken the right, his heart is fracted and corroborate. Nim. The King is a good King, but it must be as it may; he paffes fome humours and careers. Pift. Let us condole the Knight; for, lambkins! we will live. SCENE [Exeunt. III. Changes to SOUTHAMPTON. Enter Exeter, Bedford, and Westmorland. Bed. ORE God, his Grace is bold to trust 'FOR thefe traitors. Exe. They fhall be apprehended by and by. Weft. How fmooth and even they do bear themfelves, As if allegiance in their bofoms fate, 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 lull'd and cloy'd with gracious favours; That he should for a foreign purse so fell 3 His Sovereign's life to death and treachery! [Trumpets jound. Enter the King, Scroop, Cambridge, Grey, and Attendants. K. Henry. Now fits the wind fair, and we will aboard. My Lord of Cambridge, and my Lord of Masham, And you my gentle Knight, give me your thoughts: Think you not, that the pow'rs, we bear with us, Will cut their paffage through the force of France; Doing the execution and the act To death and treachery.] Here ted in all the following 'editions. the quarto inferts a line omit- Exet. O! the lord of Masham! |