Nim. They fay, he cried out of Sack.
Quick. Ay, and that a' did.

Boy. And of women.

Quick. Nay, that a' did not.

Boy. Yes, that he did; and faid they were devils incarnate.

Quick. A' could never abide carnation, 'twas a colour he never lik'd.

Boy. He faid once, the deule would have him about

women.

Quick. He did in fome fort, indeed, handle women; but then he was rheumatic, and talk'd of the whore of Babylon.

Boy. Do you not remember, he faw a Flea ftick upon Bardolph's nofe, and said, it was a black foul burning in hell?

Bard. Well, the fuel is gone, that maintain'd that fire: that's all the riches I got in his fervice.

Nim. Shall we fhog; the King will be gone from Southampton.

Pift. Come, let's away. My love, give me thy lips: Look to my chattles, and my moveables;

Let fenfes rule; the word is, pitch and pay;

Truft none, for oaths are ftraws; men's faiths are wafer-cakes,

And hold faft is the only dog, my Duck,
Therefore Caveto be thy counsellor.

Go, clear thy cryftals. Yoke-fellows in arms,
Let us to France; like Horfe-leeches, my boys;
To fuck, to fuck, the very blood to fuck.

Boy. And that's but unwholesome food, they fay.
Pift. Touch her foft mouth and march.

Bard. Farewel, hoftefs.

Nim. I cannot kifs, that is the humour of it; but adieu.

Pift. Let housewifery appear; keep close, I thee command.

Quick. Farewel; adieu.

[Exeunt. SCENE

Changes to the French King's Palace.

Enter the French King, the Dauphin, the Duke of Burgundy, and the Conftable.

Fr. King. THUS
HUS come the English with full power

upon us,

* And more than carelefly it us concerns
To answer royally in our defences.

Therefore the Dukes of Berry, and of Britain,
Of Brabant and of Orleans, fhall make forth,
And you, Prince Dauphin, with all swift difpatch;
To line and new repair our towns of war,
With men of courage, and with means defendant:
For England his Approaches makes as fierce,
As waters to the fucking of a gulf.

It fits us then to be as provident

As fear may teach us out of late examples,
Left by the fatal and neglected English
Upon our fields.

Dau. My moft redoubted father,

It is moft meet we arm us 'gainst the foe:
For peace itself should not so dull a Kingdom,
(Though war, nor no known quarrel, were in question)
But that defences, mufters, preparations,
Should be maintain'd, affembled, and collected,
As were a war in expectation.

Therefore, I say, 'tis meet we all go forth,
To view the fick and feeble parts of France:
And let us do it with no fhew of fear;

* And more than carefully it us concerns] This was a Business indeed, that required more than Care to discharge it. Probably Shakespear wrote, more than carelefly.

The King is fuppofed to hint here at the Dauphin's wanton Affront in fending over Tennis-Balls to Henry: which, arifing from over-great Confidenceof their own Power, or Contempt of their Enemies would naturally breed carelessness.

No,

No, with no more, than if we heard that England
Were bufied with a Whitfon morris-dance:
For, my good Liege, fhe is fo idly king'd,
Her fcepter fo fantastically borne,

By a vain, giddy, fhallow, humorous youth,
That fear attends her not.

Con. O peace, Prince Dauphin!

You are too much mistaken in this King:
Queftion your Grace the late ambassadors,
With what great state he heard their embassy ;
How well fupply'd with noble counsellors,
How modeft in exception, and withal
How terrible in conftant refolution:
And you fhall find, his vanities fore-fpent
Were but the out-fide of the Roman Erutus,
Covering difcretion with a coat of folly;
As gardeners do with odure hide thofe roots,
That fhall firft fpring and be most delicate.
Dau. Well, 'tis not fo, my lord high conftable.
But tho' we think it fo, it is no matter:
In caufes of defence, 'tis beft to weigh
The enemy more mighty than he seems;
So the proportions of defence are fill'd;
Which of a weak and niggardly projection,
Doth, like a mifer, fpoil his coat with fcanting
A little cloth.

Fr. King. Think we King Harry Arong;

And, Princes, look, you strongly arm to meet him.
The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us;
And he is bred out of that bloody ftrain,
That hunted us in our familiar paths:
Witness our too much memorable shame,
When Creffy-battle fatally was ftruck;
And all our princes captiv'd by the hand

Of that black name, Edward black Prince of Wales: *While that his mounting fire, on mountain ftanding,

While that his mountain fire, on mountain flanding,] We should read, mounting, ambitious, aspiring.

[Up

[Up in the air, crown'd with the golden fun,]
Saw his heroic feed, and smil'd to see him
Mangle the work of nature: and deface

The patterns, that by God and by French fathers
Had twenty years been made. This is a ftem
Of that victorious ftock; and let us fear
The native mightiness and fate of him.

Enter a Messenger.

Meff. Ambaffadors from Harry, King of England, Do crave admittance to your Majesty.

Fr. King. We'll give them prefent audience. Go, and bring them.

You fee, this chafe is hotly follow'd, friends.

Dau. Turn head, and ftop purfuit; for coward dogs Moft spend their mouths, when, what they seem to threaten,

Runs far before them. Good my Sovereign,
Take up the English fhort; and let them know
Of what a monarchy you are the head:
Self-love, my Liege, it not fo vile a fin,
As felf neglecting.

SCENE V.

Enter Exeter.

our brother England?

Fr. King. FROM. Oro him; and thus he greets

your Majesty:

He wills you in the name of God Almighty,
That you diveft yourself, and lay apart
The borrow'd glories, that, by gift of heaven,
By law of nature and of nations, 'long

To him and to his heirs; namely, the Crown;
And all the wide ftretch'd honours, that pertain
By cuftom and the ordinance of times,

Unto the Crown of France. That you may know, 'Tis no finifter nor no aukward claim,

Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days,
Nor from the duft of old oblivion rak'd;
He fends you this most memorable Line,
In every branch truly demonftrative,

[Gives the French King a Paper.

Willing you over-look this pedigree;
And when you find him evenly deriv'd
From his moft fam'd of famous ancestors,
Edward the Third; he bids you then refign
Your Crown and Kingdom, indirectly held
From him the native and true challenger.
Fr. King. Or elfe what follows?

Exe. Bloody constraint; for if you hide the Crown
Ev'n in your hearts, there will he rake for it.
And therefore in fierce tempeft is he coming,
In thunder, and in earthquake, like a Jove:
That, if requiring fail, he may compel.
He bids you, in the bowels of the Lord,
Deliver up the Crown; and to take mercy
On the poor fouls, for whom this hungry war
Opens his vafty jaws; upon your head

Turning the widows' tears, the orphans' cries,
The dead men's blood, the pining maidens' groans,
For hufbands, fathers, and betrothed lovers,
That shall be swallow'd in this controverfy.
This is his claim, his threatning, and my meffage;
Unless the Dauphin be in prefence here,

To whom exprefly I bring Greeting too.

Fr. King. For us, we will confider of this further : To-morrow fhall you bear our full intent Back to our brother England.

Dau. For the Dauphin,

I ftand here for him; what to him from England?
Exe. Scorn and defiance, flight regard, contempt,
And any thing that may not mif-become
The mighty fender, doth he prize you at.

Thus fays my King; and if your father's Highness
Do not, in grant of all demands at large,

Sweeten