That might annoy my finger? 'tis so strange,* As two yoke-devils, sworn to either's purpose, With patches, colours, and with forms being fetch'd But he, that temper'd thee, bade thee stand up, The sweetness of affiance! Show men dutiful? Exe. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Richard earl of Cambridge. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Henry lord Scroop of Masham. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Thomas Grey, knight of Northumberland. * Palpable. § Tartarus. **Sifted. VOL. III. + Stands out. C Rendered thee pliable. Accomplishment. Scroop. Our purposes God justly hath discover'd; Cam. For me, the gold of France did not seduce; Grey. Never did faithful subject more rejoice My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign. K. Hen. God quit you in his mercy! Hear your sentence. You have conspired against our royal person, Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his coffers Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter, His princes and his peers to servitude, His subjects to oppression and contempt, [Exeunt Conspirators, guarded. Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance: No king of England, if not king of France. [Exeunt. SCENE III-London. Mrs. QUICKLY'S House in Eastcheap. Enter PISTOL, Mrs. QUICKLY, NYM, BARDOLPH, and BOY. Quick. Prythee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring* thee to Staines. Pist. No; for my manly heart doth yearn.t Bardolph, be blithe;-Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins; Bard. 'Would, I were with him, wheresome'er he is, whether 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 even just between twelve and one, e'en at 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. 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-fire? Bard. Well, the fuel is gone, that maintained that fire: that's all the riches I got in his service. Nym. Shall we shog off? 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, 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. 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. 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 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, With men of courage, and with means defendant: It fits us then, to be as provident As fear may teach us, cut 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, 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, Con. O peace, prince Dauphin! You are too much mistaken in this king: Dau. Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable, * Diffident in objection. + Exhausted. In cases of defence, 'tis best to weigh Fr. King. Think we king Harry strong; And, princes, look, you strongly arm to meet him. Of that black name, Edward black prince of Wales; The patterns that by God and by French fathers The native mightiness and fate of him. Enter a MESSENGER. Mess. Ambassadors from Henry king of England Do crave admittance to your majesty. Fr. King. We'll give them present audience. Go, and bring [Exeunt MESSENGER and certain LORDS. them. 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 threaten, 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 England? Exe. From him; and thus he greets your majesty. He wills you, in the name of God Almighty, That you divest yourself, and lay apart To him, and to his heirs; namely, the crown, |