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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:
Nim. You'll pay me the eight shillings, I won of you at betting?
Pisi. Base is the slave, that pays.
[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 ;
Nim. I shall have my noble ?
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.
*ACT II. SCENE I.
Chorus. N And Gikendalliance in the wardrobelies:
Enter CHORU S.
* 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.
Confirmod conspiracy with fearful France :
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,
Scroop. No doubt, my Liege ; ifeach man do his best.
Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd, and lov'd,
Grey. True; those, that were your father's enemies
Scroop. So service shall with steeled finews toil;
K. Henry. We judge no less. Uncle of Exeter,
* 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.