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ACT. II.

SCENE, before Quickly's House

Quickly's House in Eastcheap.
Enter Corporal Nim, and Lieatenant Bardolph.

BARDOLPH.
ELL met, Corporal Nim. (12)

Nim. Good-morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph.
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Bard. What, are Antient Pistol and you

friends yet?

Nim. For my part,' I care not: I say little ; but when cine shall serve, there shall be smiles ; but that 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 though? 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, , and we'll be all three sworn brothers to France : let it be so, good corporal Nim.

(12) Bard. Well met, Corporal Nim.) I have chose to begin the 2d Aet here, because each Act may close regularly with a Chorus. Not that I am perswaded, this was the Poet's Intention to mark the Intervals of his Aets : as the Chorus did on the old Grecian Stage. He had no Occafion of this fort : fince, in his Time, the Pauses of Action were fill'd up, as now, with a Lesson of Musick. And therefore he might think himself at Liberty to introduce his Chorus where he pleas'd ; and whenever any Gap was made in History, which was necessary to be explain'd for the Connection betwixt Action and Action. In Pericles, Prince of Tyre, (a Play, which has been attributed to our Author ; and, indeed, some Part of it is certainly of his Writing :) it is evident, that the Chorus fometimes speaks in the middle of the Aets. I'll make one Observation, that in the obsolete Plays, a little before our Author's time, these StageDivisions were more precisely ascertain’d. For then a Dumb Show, representing what was expected to follow, was prefix'd at the Head of every Act.

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, for 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 say, knives have edges: it must be as it may ; tho patience be a tir'd Mare, (13) yet she will plod ; there must be conclusions ; well, I cannot tell.

Nel keep

Enter Pistol and Quickly. Bard. Here comes antient Pistol and his wife ; good corporal, be patient here. How now, mine hoft Pistol?

Pist. Base tyke, callst thou me hoft? ņow by this hand, I swear, I scorn the term ; nor shall my 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 welliday lady, if he be not drawn ! (14) Now we shall fee wilful adultery, and murther committed.

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(13) Tho Patience be a tird name, yet She will plod.] A tir'd Name plodding, fure, is a very singular Expression. I make no Doubt, but it is a Corruption of the Press, and that I have restor’d the true Reading from the old Quarto.

(14) O welliday Lady, if he be not hewn now,] I cannot understand the Drift of this Expression. If he be not hewn, must fignify, if he be not cut down ; and in that Case, the very Thing is supposd, which Quickly, was apprehensive of. But I rather think, her Fright arises upon-seeing their Swords drawn: and I have ventur'd to make a slight Alteration accordingly. If he be not drawn, for, if he has not bis Sword drawn, is an Expression familiar with our Poet : So, in the Tempest

. Why, how now, ho ? awake? why are you drawn And in Romeo and Juliet ;

What, art thoy drawn among these heartless hinds ?

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Bard. Good lieutenant, good corporal, offer nothing here.

Nim. Pish!

Pift. Pith for thee, Island dog; chou prick-ear'd cur of Isand.

Quick. Good corporal Nim, thew thy valour and put

up thy sword.

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

Pist. Solus, egregious dog! O viper vile! The folus in thy most marvellous face, The solus 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; For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up, And fashing 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, Pistol, I will scour you with my rapier as I may, in fair terms.

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! 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 ábate. Give me thy fift, 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 huntour of it.

[gain. Pift. Coupe a gorge, that is the word. I defie thee aO hound of Creet, 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 Cresid's kind, Dol Tear-feet, the 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 Pistol, 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 Quick. 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 ?

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

on !

Nim. You'll pay me the eight shillings, I won of you at betting? Pift. Bare is the Nave, 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 himo; 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; proythee, put up.

Pijt. Å 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 Suttler 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.

you not, that the pow'rs, we bear with us,

Re-enter Quickly Quick. As ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir John: 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 evep of it.

Pift. Nim, thou hast spoken the right, his heart is fracted and corroborate.

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

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

[Exeunt, SCENE changes to Southampton,

Enter Exeter, Bedford, and Westmorland. Bed. LORE God, his Grace is bold to trust these trai

by and Weft. How smooth and even they do bear themselves, As if allegiance in their bosoms sate, 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 bed-fellow, Whom he hath lulld and cloy'd with gracious favours i That he should for a foreign purse so fell His Soveraign's life to death and treachery!

[Trumpets found. 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 Will cut their pasage through the force of France;

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