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Divide our happy England into four,
Whereof take you one quarter into France ;
And
you

withal shall make all Gallia shake:
If we, with thrice such powers left at home,
Cannot defend our own doors from the dog,
Let us be worried; and our Nation lose
The name of hardiness and policy.
K. Henry. Call in the messengers, sent from the

Dauphin.
Now are we well resolv'd; and by God's help
And
yours,

the noble sinews of our power,
France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe,
Or break it all to pieces. There we'll fit,
Ruling in large and ample empery,
O'er France, and all her almost kingly Dukedoms;
Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn,
Tombless, with no remembrance over them.
Either our History shall with full mouth
Speak freely of our acts; or else our grave,
Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth;
Not worship, with a waxen epitaph.

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Enter Ambasadors of France.
Now are we well prepar'd to know the pleasure
Of our fair cousin Dauphin; for we hear,
Your greeting is from him, not from the King.

Amb. May't please your Majesty to give us leave
Freely to render what we have in charge :
Or shall we sparingly shew you far off
The Dauphin's meaning, and our embally?

K. Henry. We are no tyrant, but a christian King, Unto whose grace our passion is as subject, As are our wretches fetter'd in our prisons : Therefore, with frank and with uncurbed plainness, Tell us the Dauphin's mind. Vol. V. L

Amb.

Amb. Thus then, in few.
Your Highness, lately sending into France,
Did claim some certain Dukedoms in the right
Of your great predecessor, Edward the third.
In answer of which claim, the Prince

our,

master
Says, that you favour too much of your youth ;
And bids you be advis'd: there's nought in France,
That can be with a nimble galliard won;
You cannot revel into Dukedoms there:
He therefore sends you (meeter for your spirit)
This tun of treasure; and in lieu of this,
Desires you, let the Dukedoms, that you claim,
Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin speaks.

K. Henry. What treasure, uncle ?
Exe. Tennis-balls, my Liege.
K. Henry. We're glad, the Dauphin is so pleasant

with us.
His present, and your pains, we thank you for.
When we have match'd our rackets to these balls,
We will in France, by God's grace, play a fet,
Shall strike his father's Crown into the hazard.
Tell him, h'ath made a match with such a wrangler,
That all the Courts of France will be disturb'd
With chases. And we understand him well,
How he comes o'er us with our wilder days ;
Not measuring, what use we made of them.
We never valu'd this poor seat of England,
· And therefore, living hence, did give ourself
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 shew my fail of Greatness;
When I do rouse me in

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throne of France.
For that I have laid by my Majesty,
And plodded like a man for working days;
But I will rise there with so full a glory,
That I will dazzle all the eyes of France;
Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on us.

And

And tell the pleasant Prince, this mock of his
Hath turn'd his balls to gun-stones ; and his soul
Shall stand fore charged for the wasteful vengeance
That shall fly with them: many thousand widows,
Shall this his Mock mock out of their dear husband;
Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down:
And some are yet ungotten and unborn,
That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn.
But this lies all within the will of God,
To whom I do appeal; and in whose name,
Tell you the Dauphin, I am coming on
To 'venge me as I may; and to put forth
My rightsul hand in a well-hallow'd cause.
So get you hence in peace; and tell the Dauphin,
His jest will favour but of shallow wit,
When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it.
Convey them with safe conduct. Fare ye well.

(Exeunt Ambassadors. Exe. This was a merry message.

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

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*S CE N E IV.

Before QUICKLY's House in East-cheap.
Enter Corporal Nim, and Lieutenant Bardolph.

BARDOL P H.
ELL met, Corporal Nim.

Nim. Good-morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph. Bard. What, arę Ancient Pistol and you friends

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yet ?

Nim. For my part, I care not: I say little; but when time 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.

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; *SCENE IV.] Between this and the foregoing Scene, in all the Editions hitherto, is inserted the Chorus which I have postponed. That Chorus manifestly is intended to advertise the Spe&ators of the Change of the Scene to Southampton, and therefore ought to be placed just before that Change, and not here, where the Scene is ftill continued in London.

there shall be smiles] I suspea siniles to be a marginal Dire&ion crept into the Text.

It is natural for a Man, when he threatens, to break off abruptly, and couclude, But that shall be as it may. But this fantastical Fellow is made to smilc disdainfully while he threatens; which Circumstance was marked for the Player's Direction in the Margin.

Mr. Warburton.

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men may sleep, 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 Dame,
yet she will plod; there must be conclusions; well, I
cannot tell,

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

Pit. Base tyke, call'st thou me hoft? now by this hand, I swear, I scorn the term; nor shall my Nel keep 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! Now we shall fee wilful adultery, and murder committed.

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

Nim. Pilla!

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

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 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 Pistol's cock is up,
And flashing 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

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