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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.



London. Mrs. Quickly's House in Eastcheap.

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Enter Pistol, Mrs. QUICKLY, NYM, BARDOLPH, and Boy.

Quick. Pry'thee, 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 ev'n just between twelve and one, ev'n at the turning o'the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's end, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and ’a babbled of green fieldst. 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

3 'A made a finer end,) So the folio copies. Jolinson was of opinion that finer end ” was Mrs. Quickly's blunder for final end; but Monck Mason, much more plausibly, suggests that we ought to read “ fine end.” The quartos, which print this and many other prose passages as verse, afford us no light.

4 — and ’a BABBLED of green fields.) The folio reads, “ for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a table of green fields.Theobald deserves to be recorded as the author of this judicious amendment. Pope, who at first proposed a different explanation, subsequently admitted it.

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.
Quick. Ay, that 'a did.
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?

Bard. Well, the fuel is gone that maintained that fire: that's all the riches I got in his service.

Nym. Shall we shog? 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;" 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.—Yoke-fellows in arms, Let us to France: like horse-leeches, my boys, To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!

Boy. And that is but unwholesome food, they say.

Pist. Touch her soft mouth, and march.
Bard. Farewell, hostess.

[Kissing her. Nym. I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but adieu. Pist. Let housewifery appear : keep close, I thee

command. Quick. Farewell ; adieu.



France. A Room in the French King's Palace.

Flourish. Enter the French King attended ; the Dau

phin, the Duke of BURGUNDY, the Constable, and
Fr. King. Thus come the English with full power

upon us,
And more than carefully it us concerns,
To answer royally in our defences.
Therefore the dukes of Berry, and of Bretagne,
Of Brabant, and of Orleans, shall make forth,
And you, prince Dauphin, with all swift despatch,
To line, and new repair, our towns of war
With men of courage, and with means defendant:
For England his approaches makes as fierce,
As waters to the sucking of a gulph.
It fits us, then, to be as provident
As fear may teach us, out of late examples
Left by the fatal and neglected English
Upon our fields.

My most redoubted father,
It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe;
For peace itself should not so dull a kingdom,
(Though war, nor no known quarrel, were in question)
But that defences, musters, preparations,

Should be maintain'd, assembled, and collected,
As were a war in expectation.
Therefore, I say, 'tis meet we all go forth,
To view the sick and feeble parts of France:
And let us do it with no show of fear;
No, with no more, than if we heard that England
Were busied with a Whitsun morris dance:
For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd,
Her sceptre so fantastically borne
By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth,
That fear attends her not.

O peace, prince Dauphin!
You are too much mistaken in this king.
Question your grace the late ambassadors,
With what great state he heard their embassy,
How well supplied with noble counsellors,
How modest in exception, and, withal,
How terrible in constant resolution,
And you shall find, bis vanities forespent
Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus,
Covering discretion with a coat of folly;
As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots
That shall first spring, and be most delicate.

Dau. Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable;
But though we think it so, it is no matter :
In cases of defence, 'tis best to weigh
The enemy more mighty than he seems,
So the proportions of defence are fillid;
Which, of a weak and niggardly projection,
Doth like a miser, spoil his coat, with scanting
A little cloth.

Fr. King. Think we king Harry strong;
And, princes, look, you strongly arm to meet him.
The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us,
And he is bred out of that bloody strain,
That haunted us in our familiar paths :
Witness our too much memorable shame,

When Cressy battle fatally was struck,
And all our princes captiv’d, by the hand
Of that black name, Edward black prince of Wales;
Whiles that his mountain sire,—on mountain standing,
Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,-
Saw his heroical seed, and smild to see him,
Mangle the work of nature, and deface
The patterns that by God, and by French fathers,
Had twenty years been made. This is a stem
Of that victorious stock; and let us fear
The native mightiness and fate of him.

Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Ambassadors from Harry King of England
Do crave admittance to your majesty.
Fr. King. We'll give them present audience. Go,
and bring them.

[Excunt Mess. and certain Lords. You see, this chase is hotly follow'd, friends.

Dau. Turn head, and stop pursuit; for coward dogs Most spend their mouths, when what they seem to

Runs far before them. Good my sovereign,
Take up the English short, and let them know
Of what a monarchy you are the head :
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
As self-neglecting.

Re-enter Lords, with EXETER and Train.

Fr. King.

From our brother of England ? Ere. From him; and thus he greets your majesty. He wills you, in the name of God Almighty, That you divest yourself, and lay apart The borrow'd glories, that by gift of heaven, By law of nature, and of nations, 'long To him, and to his heirs ; namely, the crown, And all wide-stretched honours that pertain,


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