His princes and his peers to servitude, We doubt not of a fair and lucky war; Since God so graciously hath brought to light Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance : [Exeunt. SCENE III.-London. Pistol's House in Eastcheap. Enter PISTOL, Hostess, NYм, BARDOLPH, and Boy. Host. Pr'ythee, 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! Host. 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 even just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. : 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 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. Host. Ay, that 'a did. Bard. And of women. Host. Nay, that 'a did not. Boy. Yes, that 'a did; and said they were devils incarnate. Host. 'A could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he never liked. Boy. 'A said once the devil would have him about women. Host. '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; For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer cakes, And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck; Go, clear thy crystals.-Yoke-fellows in arms, Boy. And that is but unwholesome food, they say. Pist. Touch her soft mouth, and march. [Kissing her. Nym. I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but, adieu. Pist. Let housewifery appear; keep close, I thee command. Host. Farewell; adieu. [Exeunt SCENE IV.-France. A room in the French King's Palace. Enter the French KING, attended; the DAUPHIN, the DUKE OF BURGUNDY, the CONSTABLE, and others. Fr. King. Thus come the English with full And more than carefully it us concerns, Therefore the dukes of Berry, and of Bretagne, To line and new repair our towns of war, It fits us then to be as provident As fear may teach us, out of late examples Dau. 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, Therefore, I say, 'tis meet we all go forth, No, with no more, than if we heard that England For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd, Her sceptre so fantastically borne By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth, Con. 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 captived, 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,— |