my rapier as I may, in fair terms. If you would walk off, I would prick your guts a little in good terms as I may, and that's the humour of it.

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

Bard. Hear me, hear me, what I fay: he that ftrikes the firft ftroke, I'll run him up to the hilts as I am a foldier.

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

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

Pift. Coupe à gorge, that is the word.

I defy thee again. O hound of Crete, think'st thou my fpoufe to get? No, to the fpittle 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 mafter, 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 prefently. [Exit Quickly.

Bard. Come, fhall I make you two friends? we muft to France together: why the devil fhould we keep knives to cut one another's throats?

Pift. Let floods o'er-fwell, and fiends for food howl

on!

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

Pifl. Bafe is the flave, that pays.

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

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.

Re-enter Quickly.

Quick. As ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir John: ah, poor heart, he is so fhak'd of a burning quotidian tertian, that it is most 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 spoken the right, his heart is fracted and corroborate.

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

Pift. Let us condole the Knight; for, lambkins! we will live.

L 4

[Exeunt. ACT

* ACT II.

SCENE I.

Chorus.

Enter CHORUS.

NOW

OW all the youth of England are on fire,
And filken dalliance in the wardrobe lies:
Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought
Reigns folely in the breast of every man.
They fell the pafture now, to buy the horse;
Following the mirror of all Christian Kings,
With winged heels, as English Mercuries.
For now fits Expectation in the air,

And hides a fword from hilts unto the point
With Crowns imperial; Crowns, and Coronets,
Promis'd to Harry and his followers.

The French, advis'd by good intelligence
Of this most dreadful preparation,

Shake in their fear; and with pale policy
Seek to divert the English purpofes.

O England! model to thy inward greatness,
Like little body with a mighty heart;

What might'ft thou do, that honour would thee do,
Were all thy children kind and natural !

But fee, thy fault France hath in thee found out;

A neft of hollow bofoms which he fills

With treach'rous crowns; and three corrupted men,
One, Richard Earl of Cambridge, and the fecond,
Henry Lord Scroop of Mafham, and the third,
Sir Thomas Grey Knight of Northumberland,
Have for the gilt of France (O guilt, indeed!)

ACT II. SCENE I.] I have divided the Ads of this Play
differently from all the Editions, by beginning here the fecond A&,
whereby each throughout the Play begins with a Chorus regularly;
whereas before, this Chorus was ftruck into a Place where it inter-
rupted the Continuance of the Scene, and for want of this Division,
they were forced to split the one day's Battle at Agincourt into two
Ads, namely the Third and Fourth.
Scene 13.

See the Note on A& IV.

Mr. Pope.
Confirm'd

Confirm'd confpiracy with fearful France:
And by their hands, this grace of Kings muft die,
If hell and treafon hold their promises,

Ere He take ship for France; and in Southampton.
Linger your patience on, and well digest
Th abufe of diftance, while we force a play.
The fum is paid, the traitors are agreed,
The King is fet from London, and the scene
Is now transported, gentles, to Southampton:
There is the play-house now, there mult you fit;
And thence to France fhall we convey you fafe,
And bring you back; charming the narrow feas,
To give you gentle pafs: for if we may,
We'll not offend one ftomach with our play.
But, till the King come forth, and not till then,
Unto Southampton do we fhift our scene.

SOUTHAMPTON.

Enter Exeter, Bedford, and Westmorland.

[Exit.

Bed. 'TORE God, his Grace is bold to truft these

'FORE

traitors.

Exe. They fhall be apprehended by and by. Weft. How fmooth and even they do bear themselves, As if allegiance in their bofoms fat,

Crowned with faith and conftant loyalty!

Bed. The King hath note of all that they intend, By interception which they dream not of.

Exe. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow, Whom he hath lull'd and cloy'd with gracious favours; That he should for a foreign purse so sell

His Sovereign's life to death and treachery!

[Trumpets found.

Enter the King, Scroop, Cambridge, Grey, and Atten

dants.

K. Henry. Now fits the wind fair, and we will aboard.

My lord of Cambridge, and my lord of Masham,
And you, my gentle Knight, give me your thoughts:
Think you not, that the Pow'rs, we bear with us,
Will cut their paffage through the force of France;
Doing the execution and the act

* For which we have in aid affembled them?
Scroop. No doubt, my Liege; if each man do his best.
K. Henry. I doubt not that; fince we are
well per-

fuaded,

We carry not a heart with us from hence,
That grows not in a fair confent with ours:
Nor leave not one behind, that doth not with
Succefs and conqueft to attend on us.

Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd, and lov`d,
Than is your Majefty; there's not a subject,
That fits in heart-grief and uneafiness

Under the sweet shade of your government.

Grey. True; thofe, that were your father's enemies Have fteept their gauls in honey, and do ferve you With hearts create of duty and of zeal.

K. Henry. We therefore have great cause of thankfulness;

And fhall forget the office of our hand,
Sooner than quittance of defert and merit,
According to the weight and worthiness.
Scroop. So fervice fhall with fteeled finews toil;
And labour fhall refresh itself with hope,
To do your Grace inceffant services.

K. Henry. We judge no lefs. Uncle of Exeter,
Enlarge the man committed yesterday,

That rail'd againft our perfon: we confider,

It was excefs of wine that fet him on,

And on his more advice we pardon him.

For which we have in head affembled them?] This is not an English Phrafeology. I am perfuaded Shakespear wrote,

For which we have in Aid affembled them?

alluding to the Tenures of thofe Times.

Mr. Warburton.

Scroop.