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shall be as it may. I dare not fight, but I will wink and hold out mine iron; it is a simple one; but what tho? it will toast cheese, and it will endure cold as another man's sword will; and there's an end. · Bard. I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends, 2 and we'll be all three sworn brothers to France. Let it be fo, good corporal Nim.

Nim. Faith, I will live so 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 she did you wrong,


you were troth-plight to her.

Nim. I cannot tell, things must be as they may; men may neep, and they may have their throats about them at that time; and some fay, knives have edges. It must be as it may. Tho's patience be a tir'd Mare, yet she will plod. There mult be conclusions. Well, I cannot tell,

Enter Pistol and Quickly. Bard. Here comes ancient Pistol and his wife. Good corporal, be patient here. How now, mine host Piftol?

Pift. Base tyke, call'st thou me hoft?
Now by this hand, I swear, I scorn the term:
Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.

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 bro- The folio reads by corruption, thers to France.) We hould tired name, from which Sir ?, read, we'll all go worn brotbers Hanmer, fagacioufly enough, deto France, or we'll all be sworn rived tired Dame. Mr, T becbald brorbers in France.

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day, lady, if he be not drawn *! Now we shall see wilful adultery, and murder committed.

Bard. Good lieutenant, good.corporal, offer nothing here. :, Nim. Pich!

Pijt. Pish, for thee', Ijand dog; thou prick-ear'd çur of Island. !

Quick. Good corporal Nim, shew thy valour and put up thy sword,

Nim. Will you shog off? I would have you solus.

Pijt. Solus, egregious dog ! O viper vile !; The folus in thy most marvellous face, The folus in thy teeth, and in thy throat, And in thy hateful: lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy, And, which is worse, within thy nafty mouth, I do retort the folus in thy bowels ; 6 For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up, And Aashing fire will follow. ry":

Nim. I am not Barbafon, you cannot conjure me: I have an humour to knock you indifferently well ; if you grow foul with me, Piftol, I will scour 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.,,,

Pist. O braggard vile, and damned furious wight!

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40 welliday Lady, if he be fion familiar with our Poet. The. not hewn now.] I cannot under 5 Yand dog ), I believe we Itand the Drift of this Expres- hould read Iceland dog. He fion. If he be not hewn, must seems to allude to an account fignify, if he be not cut down; credited in Elizabeth's time, and in that Case, the very Thing' that in the North there was a nais supposed, which Quickly was tion with human bodies and dogs apprehensive of.. But I rather heads. think, her Fright arises upon o For I can take.) I know seeing their Swords drawn: and not well what he can take. The I have ventured to make a flight quarto teads talk. »In our auAlteration accordingly. If be thour 10 take, is sometimes to be not drawn, for, if he has not blaft, which sense may serve in bis Sword drawn, is an Exprel- this place.

Vol. IV.



The grave doth gape,' and doating death is near ;
Therefore exhale.

Bard. 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. Pift. An Oath of mickle might; and fury shall

abate. Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give ; Thy spirits are most tall.

Nim. I will cut thy throat one time or other in fair terms, that is the humour of it. Pijt. Coup à gorge, that is the word. I defy thee

again. O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get ? No, to the spittle go, And from the powd’ring tub of infamy Fetch forth the lazar Kite of Crellid's kind, Dol Tear-sheet, she by name, and her espouse. I have, and I will hold the Quondam Quickly For th’ only she. And pauca,—there's enough_Go to.

Enter the Boy. Boy. Mine host Piniom

, you must come to my master, and your hostess ; he is very sick, 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 these days; the King has kill'd his heart. Good husband, come home presently. [Exit Quickly.

Bard. 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 ?

Pift. Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food howl

on !

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

Pift. Base is the save, that pays.

Nim. That now I will have ; that's the humour of it. Pift. As manhood shall compound, push home.

[Draw. Bard. By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I'll kill him ; by this sword, I will.

Pift. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their course.

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.

Pijt. A noble shalt thou have and present pay,
And liquor likewise will I give to thee ;
And friendship shall combine and brotherhood.
I'll live by Nim, and Nim shall live by me,
Is not this just? for I shall,Surtler be
Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
Give me thy hand.

Nim. I shall 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 Fobn: ah, poor heart, he is so shak'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.

Pijt. 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 some humours and careers.

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Pift. Let us condole the Knight; for, lambkins ! we will live.


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Enter Exeter, Bedford, and Westmorland. Bed. 'DORE God, his Grace is bold to trust

these traitors. Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by. Weft. How smooth and even they do bear them

felves, As if allegiance in their bosoms 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 lulld and cloy'd with gracious favours; That he should for a foreign purse fo fell * His Sovereign's life to death and treachery !

[Trumpets jound.


Enter the King, Scroop, Cambridge, Grey, and


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 passage through the force of France ; Doing the execution and the act

To death and treachery.] Here ted in all the following 'editions. the quarto inserts a line omit Exet. O! the lord of Malam!

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