little, in good terms, as I may; and that's the humour of it. Pist. O braggard vile, and damned furious wight! The grave doth gape, and doting death is near; Therefore exhale. [PISTOL and NYM draw. Bard. Hear me, hear me what I say: he that strikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, as I am a soldier. [Draws. Pist. An oath of mickle might; and fury shall abate, Give me thy fist, thy forefoot to me give; The spirits are most tall. Nym. I will cut thy throat, one time or other, in fair terms; that is the humour of it. Pist. Coupe le gorge, that's the word? thee defy again. I O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get? And from the powdering tub of infamy Enter the Boy. Boy. Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master, - and you, hostess; he is very sick, and would to bed. Good Bardolph, put thy nose between his sheets, and to 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 these days: the King hath kill'd his heart. Good husband, come home presently. [Exeunt Mrs. QUICKLY and Boy. Bard. Come, shall I make you two friends? We must to France together; Why, the devil, should we keep knives to cut che another's throats ? Pist. Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food howl on!. Nym. You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting? Pist. Base is the slave that pays. Nym. That now I will have; that's the humour of it. 1 Pist. As manhood shall compound; Pushhome. 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 Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends: an thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me too. Pr'ythee, put up. Nym. I shall have my eight shillings, I won of you at betting? Pist. 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 Nym, and Nym shall live by me; Is not this just? - for I shall sutler be Unto the camp, and profits will accrue. Give me thy hand. 1. Nym. I shall have my noble ? Nym. Well then, that's the humour of it. Re-enter Mrs. QUICKLY. Quick. As ever you came of women, come in quickly to sir John: Ah, poor heart! he is so shaked of a burning quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him. -Nym. The King hath run bad humours on the knight, that's the even of it. Pist. Nym, thou hast spoke the right; His heart is fracted, aud corroborate. Nym. The King is a good King: but it must be as it may; he passes some humours, and ca reers. Pist. Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins, we will live. [Exeunt. " SCENE II. Southampton. A Council - Chamber. Enter EXETER, BEDFORD, and WESTMORELAND. Bed. Fore God, his Grace is bold, to trust these traitors. Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by. themselves! As if allegiance in their bosoms sat, 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 cloy'd and grac'd with princely favours, - That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell His sovereign's life to death and treachery! Trumpet sounds. Enter King HENRY, SCROOP, CAMBRIDGE, GREY, Lords, and Attendants. K. Hen. Now sits the wind fair, and we will My Lord of Cambridge, - and my kind Lord aboard..... of Masham, And you, my gentle Knight, give me your thoughts: Think you' not, that the powers we bear with us, Scroop. No doubt, my Liege, if each man do his best. K. Hen. I doubt not that: since we are, well persuaded, We carry not a heart with us from hence, Cam. Never was Monarch better fear'd, and lov'd, Than is your Majesty; there's not, I think, a subject,... That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness.. Under the sweet shade of your government. Grey. Even those, that were your father's enemies, Have steep'd their galls in honey; and do serve you With hearts create of duty and of zeal. K. Hen. We therefore have great cause of thankfulness; And shall forget the office of our hand, Scroop. So service shall with steeled sinews toil; And labour shall refresh itself with hope, K. Hen. 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. Scroop. That's mercy, but too much security: Let him be punish'd, Sovereign; lest example Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind. K. Hen. O, let us yet be merciful. Cum. So may your Highness, and yet punish too, Grey. Sir, you show great mercy, if you give him life, After the taste of much correction. K. Hen. Alas, your too much love and care of me Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch. our eye, When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and digested, Appear before us? - We'll yet enlarge that man, Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey, their dear care, in And tender preservation of our person, Would have him punish'd. And now to our French causes ; Who are the late commissioners? Cam. I one, my Lord; Your Highness bade me ask for it to-day. Scroop. So did you me, my Liege. Grey. And me, my royal Sovereign. K. Hen. Then, Richard, Earl of Cambridge, there is yours; Sir Knight, There yours, Lord Scroop of Masham; - and, |