Hoft. A could never abide Carnation, 'twas a Colour he never lik'd. Boy. A faid once, the Deule would have him about Women. Hoft. A did in fome fort, indeed, handle Women; but then he was rheumatick and talk'd of the Whore of Babylon. Boy. Do you not remember a faw a Flea ftick upon Bardolph's Nofe and faid it was a black Soul burning in Hell. Bard. Well, the fuel is gone that maintain'd that Fire: That's all the Riches I got in his Service. Nim. Shall we fhogg? the King will be gone from Southampton. Pift. Come, let's away. My Love, give me thy Lips: Look to my Chattels, and my Moveables; let Senfes rule; the word is, Pitch and pay; truft none, for Oaths are Straws, Mens Faiths are Wafer-Cakes, and hold-faft is the only Dog; my Duck, therefore, Caveto be thy Counsellor. Go, clear thy Chriftals. Yoke-fellows in Arms, let us to France, like Horfe-leeches, my Boys, to fuck, to fuck, the very Blood to fuck. Boy. And that's but unwholfome Food, they fay. Bard. Farewel, Hostess. Nim. I cannot kifs, that is the humour of it; but adieu. Pift. Let Houfwifery appear; keep clofe, I thee command. Hoft. Farewel; adieu. [Exeunt. Enter the French King, the Dauphin, the Duke of Burgundy, and the Conftable. 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 Britain, Of Brabant, and of Orleans fhall make forth, With Men of Courage, and with Means defendant: As Fear may teach us, out of late Examples, Left Left by the fatal and neglected English, Dau. My moft redoubted Father, It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the Foe: (Tho' War, nor no known Quarrel were in question) But that Defences, Mufters, Preparations, Should be maintain'd, affembled and collected, Therefore, I fay, 'tis meet we all go forth, No, with no more than if we heard that England By a vain, giddy, fhallow, humorous Youth, Con. O Peace, Prince Dauphin, You are too much mistaken in this King: And you fhall find his Vanities fore-spent Fr. King. Think we King Harry ftrong; The The Kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us: And all our Princes captiv'd by the Hand Of that black Name, Edward, black Prince of Wales: Enter a Meffenger. Meff. Ambaffadors from Harry King of England, Do crave admittance to your Majefty. Fr. King. We'll give them present Audience. Go, and bring them. You fee this Chafe is hotly followed, Friends. Dau. Turn Head, and ftop purfuit; for Coward Dogs Most spend their Mouths, when what they feem to threaten Runs far before them. Good my Sovereign, Take up the English fhort, and let them know As felf-neglecting. Fr. King. From our Brother of England? The borrowed Glories, that, by gift of Heaven, Unto the Crown of France. That you may know Pick'd from the Worm-holes of long-vanish'd days, Exe. Bloody constraint; for if you hide the Crown Even in your Hearts, there will he rake for it. And therefore in fierce Tempest is he coming, In Thunder and in Earthquake, like a Jove: That if requiring fail, he will compell. He bids you, in the Bowels of the Lord, Deliver up the Crown, and to take mercy On the poor Souls for whom this hungry War Opens his vafty Jaws: and on your Head Turning the Widows Tears, the Orphans Cries, The dead Mens Blood, the privy Maidens Groans,' For Husbands, Fathers, and betrothed Lovers, That fhall be fwallowed in this Controverfie. This is his Claim, his Threatning, and my Meffage; Unless the Dauphin be in prefence here, To whom exprefly I bring Greeting too. Fr. King. For us, we will confider of this further: Dau. For the Dauphin, I ftand here for him; what to him from England? The mighty Sender, doth he prize you at. VOL. IV. F He'll He'll call you to fo hot an Answer of it, Dau. Say, if my Father tender fair return, Nothing but Odds with England; to that end, I did prefent him with the Paris Balls. A Exe. He'll make your Paris Louver shake for it, And these he Mafters now; now he weighs Time Fr. King. To morrow you fhall know our mind at full. [Flourish. Exe. Difpatch us with all speed, left that our King Come here himself to queftion our delay, For he is footed in this Land already. Fr. King You fhall be foon Dispatch'd with fair Conditions, A Night is but fmall breath, and little pause To answer matters of this Confequence. T [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. Enter Chorus. "Hus with imagin'd Wing our swift Scene flies, Than that of Thought. Suppose that you have seen To |