Shall ftrike his father's crown into the hazard..
Tell him h'ath made a match with fuch a wrangler,
That all the courts of France will be disturb'd
With chaces. And we understand him well,
How he comes o'er us with our wilder days,
Not measuring what ufe we made of them.
We never valu'd this poor feat of England,
And therefore living hence, did give our felf
To barb'rous licence; as 'tis ever common,
That men are merriest when they are from home.
But tell the Dauphin I will keep my state,
Be like a King, and fhew my fail of greatnefs,
When I do rowze me in my throne of France.
For that I have laid by my Majefty,

And plodded like a man for working days;
But I will rife there with so full a glory,
That I will dazle all the eyes of France,
Yea ftrike the Dauphin blind to look on us.
And tell the pleasant Prince this mock of his
Hath turn'd his balls to gun-ftones, and his foul
Shall ftand fore charged for the waftful vengeance
That shall fly with them: many thousand widows
Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands;
Mock mothers from their fons, mock castles down:
And fome are yet ungotten and unborn,

That fhall have cause to curfe the Dauphin's fcorn.
But this lies all within the will of God,

To whom I do appeal, and in whofe name
Tell you the Dauphin, I am coming on
To venge me as I may, and to put

forth

My rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause.
So get you hence in peace, and tell the Dauphin
His jeft will favour but of shallow wit,

When thousands weep more than did laugh at it.
Convey them with fafe conduct. Fare ye well.

Exe. This was a merry meffage.

[Exeunt Ambaffadors.

K. Henry. We hope to make the fender blush at it : Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour,

That may give furth'rance to our expedition;

For

For we have now no thoughts in us but France,
Save those to God that run before our business.
Therefore let our proportions for these wars
Bé foon collected, and all thought upon
That may with reasonable swiftnefs add
More feathers to our wings: for God before,
We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door.
Therefore let every man now task his thought,
That this fair action may on foot be brought.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Enter Corporal Nim, and Lieutenant Bardolph.'

Bard.

dolph.

7 ELL met, Corporal Nim.

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Nim. Good-morrow, Lieutenant Bar

Bard. What, are ancient Piftol and you friends yet? Nim. For my part I care not: I fay little; but when time fhall ferve there fhall be fmiles, but that fhall be as it may. I dare not fight, but I will wink and hold out mine iron; it is a fimple one, but what though? it will toast cheese, and it will endure cold as another man's fword will; and there's an end.

Bard. I will beftow a breakfast to make you friends, and we'll be all three fworn brothers to France: let it be fo, good corporal Nim.

Nim. Faith I will live fo long as I may, that's the certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I wil do as I may that is my reft, that is the rendezvous o

it.

† Between this and the foregoing Scene, in all the editions hitherto is inferted the Chorus which I have postpon'd. That Chorus manifeftly is intended to advertise the Spectators of the Change of the Scene to Southampton, and therefore ought to be plac'd just before that Change, and not here, where the Scene is ftill continued in London.

Bard. It is certain, corporal, that he is married to Nel Quickly, and certainly fhe did you wrong, for you were troth-plight to her.

Nim. I cannot tell, things must be as they may ; men may fleep, and they may have their throats about them at that time, and fome fay knives have edges: it must be as it may; though patience be a tir'd name, yet she will plod; there must be conclufions; well, I cannot tell.

Enter Pistol and Quickly.

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

Pift. Bafe tyke, call'ft thou me hoft? now by this hand, I fwear I scorn the term, nor fhall my Nel keep lodgers.

Quick. No by my troth not long: for we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen that live honeftly by the prick of their needles, but it will be thought we keep a bawdy-houfe ftraight. O welliday lady, if he be not hewn now, we fhall fee wilful adultery and murther committed.

Bard. Good lieutenant, good corporal, offer nothing

here.

Nim. Pish.

Pift. Pifh for thee, Iland dog; thou prick-ear'd cur of Iland.

Quick. Good corporal Nim, fhew thy valour and put up thy fword.

Nim. Will you fhog off? I would have you folus. Pift. Solus, egregious dog! O viper vile; The folus in thy moft marvellous face, The folus 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 Piftol's cock is up And flashing fire will follow.

Nim

Nim. I am not Barbafon, you cannot conjure me: I have an humour to knock you indifferently well; if you grow foul with me, Piftol, I will fcour you with my rapier as I may, in fair terms. If you would walk off, I would prick your guts a little in good terms as L may, and that's the humour of it.

Pift. O braggard vile, and damned furious wight, The grave doth gape and groaning death is near, Therefore exhale.

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Bard. Hear me, hear me what I fay: he that strike the first stroke, I'll run him up to the hiks as I am foldier.

Pift. An Oath of mickle might; and fury fhall abate. Give me thy fift, thy fore-foot to me give: Thy fpirits are more tail.

Nim. I will cut thy throat one time or other in fais terms, that is the humour of it.

Pift. Coupe a gorge, that is the word. I defie thee again.

O hound of Creet, think'ft thou my spouse to get?
No to the spittle go,

And from the powd'ring tub of infamy
Fetch forth the lazar Kite of Creffid's kind,

Dol Tear-fheet, fhe by name, and her efpoufe.
I have, and I will hold the Quondam Quickly
For th' only fhe; and pauca, there's enough, go to,

Enter the Boy.

Boy. Mine hoft Pistol, you must come to my master, and your hoftefs: he is very fick, and would to bed. Good Bardolph, put thy nofe between his fheets, 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 thefe days; the King has kill'd his heart. Good husband come home presently. [Exit Quick. Bard. Come, fhall I make you two friends? we

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muft to France together: why the devil fhould we keep knives to cut one another's throats?

Pift. Let floods o'erfwell, and fiends for food howl

on.

Nim. You'll pay me the eight fhillings I won of you at betting?

Pift. Bafe is the flave that pays.

Nim. That now I will have; that's the humour of it. Pift. As manhood fhall compound, push home.

[Draw. Bard. By this fword, he that makes the first thrust, I'll kill him; by this fword I will.

Pift. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their courfe.

Bard. Corporal Nim, an thou wilt be friends, be friends ; an thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me too; pr'ythee put up.

Pift. A noble fhalt thou have and prefent pay,
And liquor likewife will I give to thee,

And friendship fhall combine and brotherhood.
I'll live by Nim, and Nim fhall live by me.
Is not this juft for I fhall Suttler be

Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
Give me thy hand.

Nim. I fhall have my

noble?

Pift. In cafh moft juftly paid.

Nim. Well then, that's the humour of't.

Enter Hoftefs.

Hoft. As ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir John ah poor heart, he is fo' fhak'd of a burning quotidian tertian, that it is moft lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him."

Nim. The King hath run bad humours on the Knight, that's the even of it.

Pift. Nim, thou haft spoke the right, his heart is fracted and corroborate.

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

Pif.