Flourish. Enter Chorus.

Now all the Youth of England are on fire,
And filken Dalliance in the Wardrobe lyes:
Now thrive the Armourers, and Honour's thought
Reigns folely in the breaft of every Man.
They fell the Pasture now, to buy the Horfe,
Following the Mirror of all Chriftian Kings.
With winged heels, as English Mercuries.
For now fits Expectation in the Air,

And hides a Sword, from Hilts unto the Point,
With Crowns imperial, Crowns and Coronets,
Promis'd to Harry, and his Followers.
The French advis'd by good intelligence
Ofthis moft dreadful preparation,
Shake in their fear, and with pale Policy
Seek to divert the English purposes.

O England! Model to thy inward Greatnefs,
Like little Body with a mighty Heart;

What might'ft thou do, that Honour would thee do,
Were all thy Children kind and natural :

But fee, thy fault France hath in thee found out,
A neft of hollow bofoms, which he fills
With treacherous Crowns, and three corrupted men:
One Richard Earl of Cambridge; and the fecond,
Henry Lord Scroop of Maham; and the third,
Sir Thomas Gray Knight of Northumberland,
Have for the Gilt of France, (0 Guilt indeed!)
Confirm'd Confpiracy with fearful France,
And by their hands this grace of Kings must dye,
If Hell and Treafon hold their Promises,

E'er he take ship for France; and in Southampton,
Linger your patience on, and we'll digeft
Th'abufe of distance; force a play:

The Sum is pay'd, the Traitors are agreed,
The King is fet from London, and the Scene
Is now transported, Gentles, to Southampton,
There is the Play-houfe now, there muft you fit,
And thence to France fhall we convey you fafe,
And bring you back: Charming the narrow Seas
To give you gentle Pafs; for if we may,
We'll not offend one stomach with our Play.

But

But till the King come forth, and not till then,
Unto Southampton do we fhift our Scene.

Enter Corporal Nim, and Lieutenant Bardolph.

Bard. Well met, Corporal Nim.

Nim. Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph.

[Exit.

Bard. What, are Ancient Pistol and you Friends yet? Nim. For my part, I care not: I fay little; but when time shall serve, there fhall be fmiles, but that shall be as it may. I dare not fight, but I will wink, and hold out mine Iron; it is but a fimple one, but what though? It will toft cheese, and it will endure cold, as another Man's fword will; and there's an end.

Bard. I will bestow a breakfast to make you Friends, 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 may: That is my reft; that is the rendezvous of it.

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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 fome fay, knives have edges: It must be as it may, though patience be a tired name, yet fhe will plod, there must be Conclufions; well, I cannot tell.

Enter Piftol, and Quickly.

Bard. Here comes Ancient Pistol and his Wife; good Corporal, be patient here. How now, mine Hoft Pistol?

Pift. Bafe Tyke, call'st thou me Heft? now by this hand, I wear I fcorn the term; nor fhall my Nel keep Lodgers.

Quick. No by my troth, not long: For we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen Gentlewomen that live honeftly by the prick of their Needles, but it will be thought we keep a Bawdy-houfe ftraight. O welliday Lady, if he be not hewn now, we fhall fee wilful Adultery and Murther committed.

Bard. Good Lieutenant, Good Coporal, offer nothing here.

Nim. Pifh.

Pift. Pish for thee, Island Dog; thou prick-ear'd Cur of Ifland.

Quick. Good Corporal Nim, fhew thy Valour, and put up thy Sword.

Nim. Will you fhog off? I would have you Solus.

Pift. Solus, egregious Dog! O Viper vile; The folus in thy moft marvellous Face, the folus in thy Teeth, and in thy Throat, and in thy hateful Lungs, yea in thy Maw perdy; and which is worfe, within thy nafty Mouth. I do retort the folus in thy Bowels; for I can take, and Pistol's cock is up, and flashing fire will follow.

Nim. I am not Barbason, you cannot conjure me: I have an humour to knock you indifferently well; If you grow foul with me, Piftol, 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.

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 ftrikes the firft ftroak, I'll run him up to the hilts, as I am a Soldier. Pift. An Oath of mickle might, and fury fhall abate. Give me thy fift, thy fore-foot to me give: Thy fpirits are

more tall.

Nim. I will cut thy throat one time or other in fair terms, that is the humour of it.

Pift, Couple a gorge, that is the word. I defie thee again. O hound of Creet, think'ft thou my Spoufe to get? No, to the Spittle go, and from the Powdring tub of infamy, fetch forth the Lazar Kite of Creffid's kind, Dol Tear Sheet, the by name, and her espouse. I have, and I will hold the Quondam Quickly for the only fhe; and Pauca, there's enough to go to.

Enter the Boy.

Boy. Mine Hoft Piftol, you must come to my Mafter, and your Hoftef: He is very fick, and would to bed. Good Bardolph, put thy face between the fheets, 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 Hufband come prefently. [Exit Quick Bard. Come, fhall I make you two Friends? We must to France together; why the Devil fhould we keep Knives to cut one another's Throats?

Pift. Let Flouds o'erfwell, and Fiends for Food howl on. Nim. You'll pay me the eight Shillings, I won of you at Betting.

Pift. Bafe is the Slave that pays.

Nim. That now I will have; that's the humour of it. Pift. As Manhood fhall compound; pufh home. [Draw. Bard. By this Sword, he that makes the first thruft, I'll kill him; by this Sword I will.

Pift. Sword is an Oath, and Oaths must have their course. Bard. Corporal Nim, and thou wilt be Friends, be Friends; and thou wilt not, why then be Enemies with me too; prethee put up.

Pift. A Noble fhalt thou have, and prefent Pay, and Liquor likewife will I give to thee, and Friendship fhall combine, and Brotherhood. I'll live by Nim, and Nim fhall live by me, is not this juft? For I fhall Sutler be unto the Camp, and Profits will accrue. Give us thy hand. Nim. I fhall have my Noble?

Pist. In cash, moft justly paid.

Nim. Well then, that's the humour of't.

Enter Hoftefs.

Hoft. As ever you came of Women, come in quickly to Sir John: A 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 spoke the right, his heart is fracted and corroborate.

Nim. The King is a good King, but it must be as it may; he passes some humours and carreers.

Pift. Let us condole the Knight, for, Lambkins, we will live.

[Exeunt.

Enter Exeter, Bedford, and Weftmorland. Bed. Fore God, his Grace is bold to truft thefe Traitors.

Exe. They fhall be apprehended by and by.
Weft. How fmooth and even they do bear themselves,
As if Allegiance in their Bofoms fate,

Crowned with Faith and conftant Royalty.

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 Purfe, fo fell

His Soveraign's life to death and treachery.

[Sound Trumpets. Enter the King, Scroop, Cambridge, and Gray. K. Henry. Now fits the Wind fair, and we will aboard. My Lord of Cambridge, and my kind Lord of Maham, And you my gentle Knight, give me your thoughts: Think you not, that the Powers we bear with us Will cut their paffage through the Force of France? Doing the execution, and the act,

For which we have in head affembled them.

Scroop. No doubt, my Liege; if each Man do his best. K. Henry. I doubt not that, fince we are well perfuaded, We carry not a Heart with us from hence,

That grows not in a fair confent with ours:

Nor leave not one behind, that doth not wifh
Succefs and Conqueft to attend on us.

Cam. Never was Monarch better fear'd and lov'd,
Than is your Majefty; there's not, I think, a Subjec
That fits in heart-grief and uneafinefs

Under the fweet shade of your Government.

Gray. True; thofe that were your Father's Enemies, Have fteept their Gauls in Honey, and to obferve you With hearts create of duty, and of zeal.

K. Henry. We therefore have great caufe of thankfulness; And shall forget the Office of our hand,

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

Scroop. So Service fhall with feeled finews toil,
And labour fhall refresh it felf with hope,
To do your Grace inceffant fervices.

K. Henry. We judge no lefs. Uncle of Exeter,
Inlarge the Man committed yefterday,

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