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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.

Pijt. 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 say: he that ftrikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts as I am a soldier:

Pift. An Oath of mickle might; and fury shallabate. Give me thy filt, thy fore-foot to me give : Thy spirits are mosttall.

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 it thou my spouse to get ? No, to the spittle go. And from the powd'ring tub of infamy Fetch forth the lazar Kite of Cresid's kind, Dol Tear-fheet, she by name, and her espouse. I have, and I will hold the Quondam Quickly For th' only she; and pauca, there's enough ; go to.

Enter the Boy. Boy. Mine hoit Pistol, you must come to my master, and your hostess : he is very sick, and would to bed. Good Bardolph, put thy nose between his sheets, and do the office of a warming-pan: faith, he's very ill.

Bard. Away, you rogue.

Quick. By miy troth, he'll yield the Crow a pudding one of these days; the King has kill'd his heart. Good husband, come home presently. (Exit Quickly.

Bard. Come, shall I make you two friends? we must to France together: why the devil should we keep knives to cut one another’s throats ? Pift . Let floods o'er-swell, and fiends for food howl on:


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

Pisi. Base is the slave, that pays.
Nim. That now I will have; That's the humour of it.
Pift. As manhood shall compound, push home.

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

Pist. 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 shalt thou have and present pay ;
And liquor likewise will I give to thee;
And friendship shall combine and brotherhood.
I'll live by Nim, and Nim ihall live by me.
Is not this just? for I shall Suttler be
Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
Give me thy hand.

Nim. I shall have my noble ?
Pift. In cash most justly 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 shak'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 hast spoken the right, his heart is fracted and corroborate.

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

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

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Chorus. N And Gikendalliance in the wardrobelies:

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Enter CHORU S.
O W all the youth of England are on fire,

Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought
Reigns solely in the breast of every man.
They sell the pasture 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 sword 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 purposes.
O England ! model to thy inward greatness,
Like little body with a mighty heart;
What might'st thou do, that honour would thee do,
Were all thy children kind and natural !
But see, thy fault France hath in thee found out;
A neft of hollow bosoms which he fills
With treach'rous crowns; and three corrupted men,
One, Richard Earl of Cambridge, and the second,
Henry Lord Scroop of Masham, 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 second Aa, whereby each throughout the Play begins with a Chorus regularly; whereas before, this Chorus was struck into a place where it interrupted 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. See the Note on A& IV.

Mr. Pope.

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Confirmod conspiracy with fearful France :
And by their hands, this grace of Kings must die,
If hell and treason hold their promises,
Ere He take ship for France; and in Southampton.
Linger your patience on, and well digest
Th' abuse of distance, while we force a play.
The sum is paid, the traitors are agreed,
The King is set from London, and the scene
Is now transported, gentles, to Southampton :
There is the play-house now, there mult you fit;
And thence io France shall we convey you safe,
And bring you back; charming the narrow feas,
To give you gentle pass: for if we inay,
We'll not offend one stomach with our play.
But, till the King come forth, and not till then,
Unto Southampton do we shift our scene. (Exit.


SOUTHAMPTON. Enter Exeter, Bedford, and Westmorland. Bed. 'TORE God, his Grace is bold to trust these ’

traitors. Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by.

Wes. How smooth and even they do bear themselves, As if allegiance in their bofoms fat, Crowned with faith and constant 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’dand 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 sits the wind fair, and we will aboard.

Bed. "FoR raitors.

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 assembled them?

Scroop. No doubt, my Liege ; ifeach man do his best.
K. Henry. I doubt not that; since we are well per-

We carry not a heart with us from hence,
That grows not in a fair consent with ours :
Nor leave not one behind, that doth not wish
Success and conquest to attend on us.

Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd, and lov'd,
Than is your Majesty; there's not a subje&t,
That fits in heart-grief and uneasiness
Under the sweet shade of your government.

Grey. True; those, that were your father's enemies
Have steept their gauls in honey, and do serve you
With hearts create of duty and of zeal.
K. Henry. We therefore have great cause of thank-

And shall forget the office of our hand,
Sooner than quittance of defert and merit,
According to the weight and worthiness.

Scroop. So service shall with steeled finews toil;
And labour fhall refresh itself with hope,
To do your Grace incessant services.

K. Henry. We judge no less. Uncle of Exeter,
Enlarge the man committed yesterday,
That rail'd against our person : we consider,
It was excess of wine that set him on,
And on his •more advice we pardon him.

* For which we have in head assembled them?] This is not an English Phraseology. I am persuaded Shakespear wrote,

For which we have in Aid assembled them ? alluding to the Tenures of those Times.

Mr. Warburton.


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