Chapter XXXIII: Act II: Prologue, 31, 32. Mr Knight says, "The passage is evidently (1)

corrupt; and we believe that the two lines were intended to be erased from the author's copy; for 'the abuse of distance' is inapplicable as the lines stand." Mr Keightley proposes to read,

'and we'll digest
The abuse of distance as we forge our play.'

We have left the reading of the Folios, as no proposed emendation can be regarded as entirely satisfactory.

NOTE III.

II. 2. 139, 140. Malone misquotes the reading of Pope in this passage, and his error is repeated without correction in subsequent editions. Mr Mitford in the _Gentleman's Magazine_, Nov. 1844, proposes to read, 'To mark the full-fraught man and _least inclined_,' &c., quoting '_inclined_' as if it were the received text. Perhaps it is a printer's error.

NOTE IV.

II. 2. 176. Mr Collier in a note which has remained uncorrected in his second edition says, "Malone, without any authority from Quartos or Folios, printed 'Whose ruin you _three_ sought.'" The fact is that this is the reading of every Folio, except the first, and of every edition, without exception, which had appeared before Malone's.

NOTE V.

II. 3. 16. Here is Pope's note on this famous passage: 'These words _and a table of green fields_ are not to be found in the old editions of 1600 and 1608. This nonsense got into all the following editions by a pleasant mistake of the Stage-editors, who printed from the common piecemeal-written parts in the Play-house. A Table was here directed to be brought in (it being a scene in a tavern where they drink at parting) and this direction crept into the text from the margin. Greenfield was the name of the Property-man in that time who furnished implements &c. for the actors. A table of Greenfield's.'

Theobald's emendation was suggested, he says, by a marginal conjecture in an edition of Shakespeare 'by a gentleman sometime deceased.' _Shakespeare Restored_, p. 138.

Mr Spedding approves of _talked_ as being nearer to the _ductus literarum_, according to the handwriting of the time. The reading _talked_ derives some support from the following passage in the Quartos:

'His nose was as sharpe as a pen:
For when I saw him fumble with the sheetes,
And talk of floures, and smile vpo his fingers ends
I knew there was no way but one.'

NOTE VI.

II. 4. 1. We retain the reading _comes_ which is authorized by the Folios. It is an example of the idiom mentioned in the note to _King John_, V. 4. 14. So we find in the passage of the first and third Quartos, corresponding to II. 4. 72, 'Cut up _this English_ short,' and again in that corresponding to IV. 3. 69, 'The _French is_ in the field.' See, also, IV. 4. 74.

NOTE VII.

III. 2. 18. The Quartos here read 'breaches,' not 'preaches,' and the Folios 'breach,' not 'preach.' Throughout the speeches of Fluellen the old copies sometimes mark the peculiarity of his pronunciation, by using 'p' for 'b,' and 't' for 'd,' sometimes not; an inconsistency, which Hanmer and others have attempted to correct. As a rule, we have silently followed the first Folio. See _Merry Wives of Windsor_, Note II. The same will apply to the Scotch of Jamy and the Irish of Macmorris; for these dialects, which could not be represented by the printer, were left to the actor's power of imitation.

Ritson, in his _Remarks_, p. 108, says, 'In the Folio, it is the _duke of Exeter_ and not Fluellen, who enters and to whom Pistol addresses himself. Shakespeare had made the alteration and the player editors inserted it in the text, but inadvertently, left Fluellen in possession of the margin.' No copy of any Folio with which we are acquainted bears out Ritson's assertion. All have _Enter Fluellen_, as well as _Flu._ in the margin. It seems to us that there is some comic humour in making Pistol, almost beside himself with fright, endeavour to propitiate the captain by giving him high sounding titles. The language, too, of the exhortation is more suitable to the choleric Fluellen than to the stately Exeter.

NOTE VIII.

III. 1. 112-114. Mr Knight, at the suggestion of a friend, transposes this passage thus: 'Of my nation? What ish my nation? What ish my nation? Who talks of my nation ish a villain, a bastard, and a knave, and a rascal.' We agree with Mr Staunton's suggestion, that 'the incoherence of the original was designed to mark the impetuosity of the speaker.'

NOTE IX.

III. 3. 32. The editor of the variorum edition of 1803, adopting the emendation 'deadly,' which was really Capell's conjecture, though Malone appropriates it, makes it appear, as if on the authority of Malone, that 'deadly' is the reading of the second Folio. We have left unnoticed many similar errors, which run, uncorrected, through the successive variorum editions.

NOTE X.

III. 4. 1. We content ourselves with a few specimens of the errors and variations of the old copies in this scene. The French was set right, or nearly so, by successive alterations made by Rowe, Pope, Theobald, Warburton, and Capell. Some obvious corrections in the distribution of the dialogue were made by Theobald.

NOTE XI.

III. 5. 1. The stage direction of the Folios is as follows:

_Enter the King of France, the Dolphin, the Constable of France, and others._ To the speeches which commence lines 10 and 32 they prefix _Brit._ But as the Duke of 'Britaine' does not appear elsewhere in the play, and as the stage direction of the Quartos runs: _Enter King of France, Bourbon, Dolphin, and others_, we have followed Theobald in introducing Bourbon among the persons who enter and in assigning the two speeches to him. 'Bourbon,' and not 'Britaine,' is mentioned among the lords in line 41. In Holinshed (p. 1077, ed. 1577), the Dukes of Berry and Britaine are mentioned as belonging to the French king's council, and not the Duke of Bourbon. Shakespeare probably first intended to introduce the Duke of Britaine, and then changed his mind, but forgot to substitute _Bour._ for _Brit._ before the two speeches. Rowe omitted to insert the Duke of 'Britaine' in his list of Dramatis Personæ.

NOTE XII.

III. 5. 40. As the metre will not allow us to set _Delabreth_ right by reading _D'Albret_, we do not see what is gained by substituting _De-la-bret_, which is as erroneous as the word which Shakespeare copied from Holinshed. The same chronicler afterwards calls him _Dalbreth_. (Holinshed, ed. 1577, p. 1175 and 1176).

NOTE XIII.

III. 6. 100-106. Pope, following the Quarto to a certain extent, alters the whole passage thus:

'We would have such offenders so cut off,
And give express charge that in all our march
There shall be nothing taken from the villages
But shall be paid for, and no French upbraided
Or yet abused in disdainful language;
When lenity and cruelty play for kingdoms
The gentler gamester is the soonest winner.'

NOTE XIV.

III. 6. 111-128. Pope gives the speech as follows:

'Thus says my King: say thou to Harry England,
Although we seemed dead, we did but sleep:
Advantage is a better soldier than rashness.
Tell him we could at Harfleur have rebuk'd him,
But that we thought not good to bruise an injury
Till it were ripe. Now speak we on our cue,
With voice imperial: England shall repent
His folly, see his weakness, and admire
Our suff'rance. Bid him therefore to consider
What must the ransom be, which must proportion
The losses we have born, the subjects we
Have lost, and the disgrace we have digested;
To answer which, his pettiness would bow under.
First for our loss, too poor is his Exchequer;
For the effusion of our blood, his army
Too faint a number; and for our disgrace,
Ev'n his own person kneeling at our feet
A weak and worthless satisfaction.
To this defiance add; and for conclusion,
Tell him he hath betray'd his followers,
Whose condemnation is pronounc'd. So far
My King and master; and so much my office.'

NOTE XV.

IV. Prol. 45. Theobald's reading of this obscure passage is as follows:

'Then, mean and gentle, all
Behold, (as may unworthiness define)
A little touch, &c.'

In his note he says: 'The poet, first, expatiates on the real influence that Harry's eye had on the camp: and then addressing himself to every degree of his audience, he tells them, he'll shew (as well as his unworthy pen and powers can describe it) a little touch, or sketch of this hero in the night.'

Hanmer reads,

'Then mean and gentle all
Behold, &c.'

Capell, following substantially Theobald, reads,

'Then, mean and gentle all,
Behold, &c.'

Theobald supports his reading by two quotations from previous speeches of the chorus (I. prol. 8; II. prol. 35) in which the audience are addressed as 'gentles;' but this does not justify the supposition that he would address any of them as 'mean.' The phrase 'mean and gentle' appears to us to refer to the various ranks of the English army who are mentioned in the previous line. Delius's conjecture that a line is lost after the word 'all' seems very probable.

NOTE XVI.

IV. 1. 274, 275. Theobald says, "The poet might intend, 'Take from them the sense of reckoning those opposed numbers; which might pluck their courage from them.' But the relative not being expressed, the sense is very obscure; and the following verb seems a petition, in the imperative mood."

Perhaps a line has been lost, which, by help of the Quartos, we might supply thus:

'Take from them now
The sense of reckoning of the opposed numbers,
_Lest that the multitudes which stand before them_
Pluck their hearts from them.'

NOTE XVII.

IV. 2. 60. The conjectural reading, _guidon:_ for _guard: on_, which we have adopted, and which is attributed by recent editors to Dr Thackeray, late Provost of King's College, Cambridge, is found in Rann's edition, without any name attached. Dr Thackeray probably made the conjecture independently. We find it written in pencil on the margin of his copy of Nares's Glossary, under the word 'Guard.'

NOTE XVIII.

IV. 3. 13, 14. Thirlby's emendation, which indeed seems absolutely to be required by the context, is supported by the corresponding passage in the Quartos:

'_Clar._ Farewell kind Lord, fight valiantly to day,
And yet in truth, I do thee wrong,
For thou art made on the true sparkes of honour.'

NOTE XIX.

IV. 3. 52. We retain _his mouth_, because it gives a very complete sense, and because the authority of the Folio is greatly superior to that of the Quarto. The names of the King, Bedford, &c. were to be familiar as household words in the mouth of the old veteran, that is, spoken of every day, not on one day of the year only. The neighbours, who had no personal recollections connected with those names, were only reminded of them by their host on St Crispin's day.

NOTE XX.

V. 1. 73. Although it appears from line 75, 'And there my rendezvous is quite cut off,' that Capell's emendation is what Shakespeare ought to have written, yet as the reading 'Doll' is found throughout both the Quartos and Folios, it is probable that the mistake is the author's own, and therefore, in accordance with our principle, we have allowed it to remain.

NOTE XXI.

V. 2. 174. Warburton's printer by mistake gave 'married' for 'new-married.' Johnson says: "Every wife is a married wife: I suppose we should read 'new-married,'" which is in fact the reading of every edition before Warburton's. In line 149, he omitted to correct Warburton's misprint of 'Kate' for 'dear Kate.' The Doctor seems to have collated the older editions by fits and starts, with long intervals of laziness.

NOTE XXII.

V. 2. 176. As it is clear that the king is meant to speak bad French, we leave uncorrected what we find in the Folios. His French is much worse in the Quartos. In line 208, most editors, somewhat inconsistently, leave 'mon' for 'ma' while they change 'cher' and 'devin' to 'chère' and 'divine.'

NOTE XXIII.

V. 2. 276. This curious misprint, 'hatred' for 'flattery', escaped the notice of Pope, who repeated it in both his editions. Theobald first pointed it out in his Letters to Warburton, _Nichols' Illustrations_, Vol. II. p. 429.

NOTE XXIV.

V. 2. 322. Shakespeare copied both French and Latin from Holinshed, where by mistake 'Præclarissimus' is printed for 'Præcharissimus' (p. 1207, ed. 1577). The same error is found in Hall, _Henry V._ fol. 39 b (ed. 1550).

NOTE XXV.

V. 2. 360. The printer of the second Folio when he misread 'Sonet' for 'Senet,' probably supposed it to be the title of the poem of fourteen lines, which the Chorus speaks, though the position of the word is ambiguous. The printer of the fourth Folio and Rowe place it as if it belonged to the _Enter Chorus_ rather than to the _Exeunt_. Pope omitted the word altogether, and it did not reappear till Mr Dyce restored it.

The Chronicle Historie

of _Henry_ the fift: with his battel fought

at _AginCourt_ in _France_. Togither with

Auncient _Pistoll_.

[Sidenote: [SC. I.]]

_Enter King_ Henry, Exeter, _2. Bishops_, Clarence, _and other
Attendants_.

_Exeter._ Shall I call in Thambassadors my Liege?

_King._ Not yet my Cousin, til we be resolude
Of some serious matters touching vs and _France_.

_Bi._ God and his Angels guard your sacred throne,
And make you long become it. 5

_King._ Shure we thank you. And good my Lord proceed[5435]
Why the Lawe _Salicke_ which they haue in _France_,
Or should or should not, stop vs in our clayme:[5436]
And God forbid my wise and learned Lord,
That you should fashion, frame, or wrest the same. 10
For God doth know how many now in health,
Shall drop their blood in approbation,
Of what your reuerence shall incite vs too.
Therefore take heed how you impawne our person,
How you awake the sleeping sword of warre: 15
We charge you in the name of God take heed.
After this coniuration, speake my Lord:
And we will iudge, note, and beleeue in heart,
That what you speake, is washt as pure
As sin in baptisme. 20

[_Bish._

Then heare me gracious soueraigne, and you peeres,[5437]
Which owe your liues, your faith and seruices
To this imperiall throne.
There is no bar to stay your highnesse claime to _France_
But one, which they produce from _Faramount_, 25
No female shall succeed in salicke land,
Which salicke land the French vniustly gloze
To be the realme of _France_:
And _Faramont_ the founder of this law and female barre:
Yet their owne writers faithfully affirme 30
That the land salicke lyes in _Germany_,
Betweene the flouds of _Sabeck_ and of _Elme_,
Where _Charles_ the fift hauing subdude the Saxons,
There left behind, and setled certaine French,
Who holding in disdaine the Germaine women, 35
For some dishonest maners of their liues,
Establisht there this lawe. To wit,
No female shall succeed in salicke land:
Which salicke land as I said before,[5438]
Is at this time in _Germany_ called _Mesene_: 40
Thus doth it well appeare the salicke lawe
Was not deuised for the realme of _France_,
Nor did the French possesse the salicke land,
Vntill 400. one and twentie yeares
After the function of king _Faramont_, 45
Godly supposed the founder of this lawe:
_Hugh Capet_ also that vsurpt the crowne,
To fine his title with some showe of truth,
When in pure truth it was corrupt and naught:
Conuaid himselfe as heire to the Lady _Inger_,[5439] 50
Daughter to _Charles_, the foresaid Duke of _Lorain_,
So that as cleare as is the sommers Sun,
King _Pippins_ title and _Hugh Capets_ claime,
King _Charles_ his satisfaction all appeare,
To hold in right and title of the female: 55
So do the Lords of _France_ vntil this day,
Howbeit they would hold vp this salick lawe
To bar your highnesse claiming from the female,
And rather choose to hide them in a net,
Then amply to imbace their crooked causes,[5440] 60
Vsurpt from you and your progenitors.

_K._ May we with right & conscience make this claime?

_Bi._ The sin vpon my head dread soueraigne.
For in the booke of Numbers is it writ,[5441]
When the sonne dyes, let the inheritance 65
Descend vnto the daughter.
Noble Lord stand for your owne,
Vnwinde your bloody flagge,
Go my dread Lord to your great graunsirs graue,[5442]
From whom you clayme: 70
And your great Vncle _Edward_ the blacke Prince,
Who on the French ground playd a Tragedy
Making defeat on the full power of _France,_
Whilest his most mighty father on a hill,
Stood smiling to behold his Lyons whelpe, 75
Foraging blood of French Nobilitie.[5443]
O Noble English that could entertaine
With halfe their Forces the full power of _France_:
And let an other halfe stand laughing by,
All out of worke, and cold for action. 80

_King._ We must not onely arme vs against the French,[5444]
But lay downe our proportion for the Scot,[5445]
Who will make rode vpon vs with all aduantages.

_Bi._ The Marches gracious soueraigne, shalbe sufficient
To guard your _England_ from the pilfering borderers. 85

_King._ We do not meane the coursing sneakers onely,
But feare the mayne entendement of the Scot,
For you shall read, neuer my great grandfather
Vnmaskt his power for _France_,
But that the Scot on his vnfurnisht Kingdome, 90
Came pouring like the Tide into a breach,
That _England_ being empty of defences,
Hath shooke and trembled at the brute hereof.

_Bi._ She hath bin then more feared then hurt my Lord:
For heare her but examplified by her selfe, 95
When all her chiualry hath bene in _France_
And she a mourning widow of her Nobles,
She hath her selfe not only well defended,
But taken and impounded as a stray, the king of Scots,
Whom like a caytiffe she did leade to _France_, 100
Filling your Chronicles as rich with praise
As is the owse and bottome of the sea
With sunken wrack and shiplesse treasurie.

_Lord._ There is a saying very old and true,
If you will _France_ win, 105
Then with _Scotland_ first begin:
For once the Eagle, England being in pray,
To his vnfurnish nest the weazel Scot[5446]
Would suck her egs, playing the mouse in absence of the cat:
To spoyle and hauock more then she can eat. 110

_Exe._ It followes then, the cat must stay at home,
Yet that is but a curst necessitie,
Since we haue trappes to catch the petty theeues:
Whilste that the armed hand doth fight abroad
The aduised head controlles at home: 115
For gouernment though high or lowe, being put into parts,[5447]
Congrueth with a mutuall consent like musicke.

_Bi._ True: therefore doth heauen diuide the fate of man in diuers
functions.
Whereto is added as an ayme or but, obedience:
For so liue the honey Bees, creatures that by awe 120
Ordaine an act of order to a peopeld Kingdome:
They haue a King and officers of sort,
Where some like Magistrates correct at home:
Others like Marchants venture trade abroad:
Others like souldiers armed in their stings, 125
Make boote vpon the sommers veluet bud:
Which pillage they with mery march bring home
To the tent royall of their Emperour;
Who busied in his maiestie, behold
The singing masons building roofes of gold: 130
The ciuell citizens lading vp the honey,
The sad eyde Iustice with his surly humme,
Deliuering vp to executors pale, the lazy caning Drone.
This I infer, that 20. actions once a foote,
May all end in one moment. 135
As many Arrowes losed seuerall wayes, flye to one marke:
As many seuerall wayes meete in one towne:
As many fresh streames run in one selfe sea:
As many lines close in the dyall center:
So may a thousand actions once a foote, 140
End in one moment, and be all well borne without defect.
Therefore my Liege to _France_,
Diuide your happy England into foure,
Of which take you one quarter into France,
And you withall, shall make all _Gallia_ shake. 145
If we with thrice that power left at home,
Cannot defend our owne doore from the dogge,
Let vs be beaten, and from henceforth lose
The name of pollicy and hardinesse.

_Ki._ Call in the messenger sent frō the Dolphin. 150
And by your ayde, the noble sinewes of our land,
_France_ being ours, weele bring it to our awe,
Or breake it all in peeces:
Eyther our Chronicles shal with full mouth speak
Freely of our acts, 155
Or else like toonglesse mutes
Not worshipt with a paper Epitaph:

_Enter Thambassadors from France._

Now are we well prepared to know the Dolphins pleasure,
For we heare your comming is from him.

_Ambassa._ Pleaseth your Maiestie to giue vs leaue 160
Freely to render what we haue in charge:
Or shall I sparingly shew a farre off,
The Dolphins pleasure and our Embassage?

_King._ We are no tyrant, but a Christian King,
To whom our spirit is as subiect, 165
As are our wretches fettered in our prisons.
Therefore freely and with vncurbed boldnesse
Tell vs the Dolphins minde.

_Ambas._ Then this in fine the Dolphin saith,
Whereas you clayme certaine Townes in France, 170
From your predecessor king _Edward_ the third,
This he returnes.
He saith, theres nought in _France_ that can be with a nimble
Galliard wonne: you cannot reuel into Dukedomes there:
Therefore he sendeth meeter for your study, 175
This tunne of treasure: and in lieu of this,
Desires to let the Dukedomes that you craue
Heare no more from you: This the Dolphin saith.

_King._ What treasure Vncle?

_Exe._ Tennis balles my Liege. 180

_King._ We are glad the Dolphin is so pleasant with vs,
Your message and his present we accept:
When we haue matched our rackets to these balles,
We will by Gods grace play such a set,[5448]
Shall strike his fathers crowne into the hazard. 185
Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler,
That all the Courts of _France_ shall be disturbd with chases.
And we vnderstand him well, how he comes ore vs
With our wilder dayes, not measuring what vse we made of them.
We neuer valued this poore seate of England. 190
And therefore gaue our selues to barbarous licence:
As tis common seene that men are merriest when they are from home.
But tell the Dolphin we will keepe our state,
Be like a King, mightie and commaund,
When we do rowse vs in throne of _France_:[5449] 195
For this haue we laid by our Maiestie:[5450]
And plodded lide a man for working dayes.[5451]
But we will rise there with so full of glory,[5452]
That we will dazell all the eyes of _France_,
I strike the Dolphin blinde to looke on vs, 200
And tell him this, his mock hath turnd his balles to gun stones,
And his soule shall sit sore charged for the wastfull vengeance
That shall flye from them. For this his mocke
Shall mocke many a wife out of their deare husbands.
Mocke mothers from their sonnes, mocke Castles downe, 205
I some are yet vngotten and vnborne,
That shall haue cause to curse the Dolphins scorne.
But this lyes all within the wil of God, to whom we doo appeale,
And in whose name tel you the Dolphin we are coming on
To venge vs as we may, and to put forth our hand 210
In a rightfull cause: so get you hence, and tell your Prince,[5453]
His Iest will sauour but of shallow wit,
When thousands weepe, more then did laugh at it.
Conuey them with safe conduct: see them hence.

_Exe._ This was a merry message. 215

_King._ We hope to make the sender blush at it:
Therfore let our collectiō for the wars be soone prouided:
For God before, weell check the Dolphin at his fathers doore.
Therefore let euery man now taske his thought,
That this faire action may on foote be brought. 220

[_Exeunt omnes._

[Sidenote: [SC. II.]]

_Enter_ Nim _and_ Bardolfe.

_Bar._ Godmorrow Corporall _Nim_.[5454]

_Nim._ Godmorrow Lieftenant _Bardolfe_.[5454]

_Bar._ What is antient _Pistoll_ and thee friends yet?

_Nim._ I cannot tell, things must be as they may:
I dare not fight, but I will winke and hold out mine Iron: 5
It is a simple one, but what tho; it will serue to toste cheese,[5455]
And it will endure cold as an other mans sword will,
And theres the humor of it.

_Bar._ Yfaith mistresse quickly did thee great wrong,[5456]
For thou weart troth plight to her. 10

_Nim._ I must do as I may, tho patience be a tyred mare,
Yet sheel plod, and some say kniues haue edges,
And men may sleepe and haue their throtes about them
At that time, and there is the humour of it.

_Bar._ Come yfaith. Il bestow a breakfast to make _Pistoll_ 15
And thee friendes. What a plague should we carrie kniues
To cut our owne throates.

_Nim._ Yfaith Il liue as long as I may, thats the certaine of it.
And when I cannot liue any longer, Il do as I may,
And theres my rest, and the randeuous of it. 20

_Enter_ Pistoll _and Hostes Quickly, his wife_.[5457]

_Bar._ Godmorrow ancient _Pistoll_.[5454]
Heere comes ancient _Pistoll_, I prithee _Nim_ be quiet.

_Nim._ How do you my Hoste?

_Pist._ Base slaue, callest thou me hoste?
Now by gads lugges I sweare, I scorne the title, 25
Nor shall my _Nell_ keepe lodging.

_Host._ No by my troath not I,
For we cānot bed nor boord half a score honest gētlewomē[5458]
That liue honestly by the prick of their needle,
But it is thought straight we keepe a bawdy-house. 30
O Lord heeres Corporall _Nims_, now shall[5459]
We haue wilful adultry and murther committed:
Good Corporall _Nim_ shew the valour of a man,
And put vp your sword.

_Nim._ Push. 35

_Pist._ What dost thou push, thou prickeard cur of Iseland?

_Nim._ Will you shog off? I would haue you solus.

_Pist._ Solus egregious dog, that solus in thy throte,
And in thy lungs, and which is worse, within
Thy mesfull mouth, I do retort that solus in thy 40
Bowels, and in thy law, perdie: for I can talke,
And _Pistolls_ flashing firy cock is vp.

_Nim._ I am not _Barbasom,_ you cannot coniure me:[5460]
I haue an humour _Pistoll_ to knock you indifferently well,
And you fall foule with me _Pistoll_, Il scoure you with my 45
Rapier in faire termes. If you will walke off a little,
Ile pricke your guts a little in good termes,
And theres the humour of it.

_Pist._ O braggard vile, and damned furious wight,
The Graue doth gape, and groaning 50
Death is neare, therefore exall.

_They drawe._

_Bar._ Heare me, he that strikes the first blow,
Ile kill him, as I am a souldier.

_Pist._ An oath of mickle might, and fury shall abate.

_Nim._ He cut your throat at one time or an other in faire termes, 55
And theres the humor of it.

_Post._ Couple gorge is the word, I thee defie agen:
A damned hound, thinkst thou my spouse to get?
No, to the powdering tub of infamy,
Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cresides kinde, 60
Doll Tear-sheete, she by name, and her espowse
I haue, and I will hold, the quandom quickly,
For the onely she and Paco, there it is inough.

_Enter the Boy._

_Boy._ Hostes you must come straight to my maister,
And you Host _Pistoll_. Good _Bardolfe_ 65
Put thy nose betweene the sheetes, and do the office of a warming
pan.[5461]

_Host._ By my troath heele yeeld the crow a pudding one of these dayes,
Ile go to him, husband youle come?

_Bar._ Come _Pistoll_ be friends.
_Nim_ prithee be friends, and if thou wilt not be 70
Enemies with me too.

_Ni._ I shal haue my eight shillings I woon of you at beating?[5462]

_Pist._ Base is the slaue that payes.

_Nim._ That now I will haue, and theres the humor of it.

_Pist._ As manhood shall compound. _They draw._ 75

_Bar._ He that strikes the first blow,
Ile kill him by this sword.

_Pist._ Sword is an oath, and oathes must haue their course.

_Nim._ I shall haue my eight shillings I wonne of you at
beating?[5462]

_Pist._ A noble shalt thou haue, and readie pay, 80
And liquor likewise will I giue to thee,
And friendship shall combind and brotherhood:[5463]
Ile liue by _Nim_ as _Nim_ shall liue by me:
Is not this iust? for I shall Sutler be[5464]
Vnto the Campe, and profit will occrue. 85

_Nim._ I shall haue my noble?

_Pist._ In cash most truly paid.

_Nim._ Why theres the humour of it.

_Enter Hostes._

_Hostes._ As euer you came of men come in,
Sir _Iohn_ poore soule is so troubled 90
With a burning tashan contigian feuer, tis wonderfull.

_Pist._ Let vs condoll the knight: for lamkins we will liue.[5465]

[_Exeunt omnes._

[Sidenote: [SC. III.]]

_Enter Exeter and Gloster._

_Glost._ Before God my Lord, his Grace is too bold to trust these
traytors.

_Exe._ They shalbe apprehended by and by.

_Glost._ I but the man that was his bedfellow
Whom he hath cloyed and graced with princely fauours
That he should for a forraine purse, to sell 5
His Soueraignes life to death and trechery.

_Exe._ O the Lord of _Massham_.

_Enter the King and three Lords._

_King._ Now sirs the windes faire, and we wil aboord;[5466]
My Lord of _Cambridge_, and my Lord of _Massham_,
And you my gentle Knight, giue me your thoughts, 10
Do you not thinke the power we beare with vs,
Will make vs conquerors in the field of _France_?

_Masha._ No doubt my Liege, if each man do his best.

_Cam._ Neuer was Monarch better feared and loued then is your maiestie.

_Gray._ Euen those that were your fathers enemies 15
Haue steeped their galles in honey for your sake.

_King._ We therefore haue great cause of thankfulnesse,
And shall forget the office of our hands:
Sooner then reward and merit,[5467]
According to their cause and worthinesse. 20

_Masha._ So seruice shall with steeled sinewes shine,
And labour shall refresh it selfe with hope
To do your Grace incessant seruice.

_King._ Vncle of _Exeter_, enlarge the man
Committed yesterday, that rayled against our person, 25
We consider it was the heate of wine that set him on,
And on his more aduice we pardon him.

_Masha._ That is mercie, but too much securitie:
Let him bee punisht Soueraigne, least the example of him,
Breed more of such a kinde. 30

_King._ O let vs yet be mercifull.

_Cam._ So may your highnesse, and punish too.

_Gray._ You shew great mercie if you giue him life,
After the taste of his correction.

_King._ Alas your too much care and loue of me 35
Are heauy orisons gainst the poore wretch,[5468]
If litle faults proceeding on distemper should not bee winked at,
How should we stretch our eye, when capitall crimes,
Chewed, swallowed and disgested, appeare before vs:[5469]
Well yet enlarge the man, tho Cambridge and the rest 40
In their deare loues, and tender preseruation of our state,
Would haue him punisht.
Now to our French causes.
Who are the late Commissioners?

_Cam._ Me one my Lord, your highnesse bad me aske for it to day. 45

_Mash._ So did you me my Soueraigne.

_Gray._ And me my Lord.

_King._ Then _Richard_ Earle of _Cambridge_ there is yours.
There is yours my Lord of _Masham_.
And sir _Thomas Gray_ knight of _Northumberland_, this same is
yours: 50
Read them, and know we know your worthinesse.
Vnckle _Exeter_, I will aboord to night.
Why how now Gentlemen, why change you colour?
What see you in those papers
That hath so chased your blood out of apparance? 55

_Cam._ I do confesse my fault, and do submit me
To your highnesse mercie.

_Mash._ To which we all appeale.

_King._ The mercy which was quit in us but late,
By your owne reasons is forestald and done: 60
You must not dare for shame to aske for mercy,
For your owne conscience turne upon your bosomes,
As dogs upon their maisters worrying them.
See you my Princes, and my noble Peeres,
These English monsters: 65
My Lord of _Cambridge_ here,
You know how apt we were to grace him,
In all things belonging to his honour:
And this vilde man hath for a fewe light crownes,
Lightly conspired and sworne vnto the practices of _France_: 70
To kill vs here in _Hampton_. To the which,
This knight no lesse in bountie bound to vs
Then _Cambridge_ is, haah likewise sworne.[5470]
But oh what shall I say to thee false man,
Thou cruell ingratefull and inhumane creature, 75
Thou that didst beare the key of all my counsell,
That knewst the very secrets of my heart,
That almost mightest a coyned me into gold,[5471]
Wouldest thou a practisde on me for thy vse:[5472]
Can it be possible that out of thee 80
Should proceed one sparke that might annoy my finger?
Tis so strange, that tho the truth doth showe as grose
As black from white, mine eye wil scarcely see it.
Their faults are open, arrest them to the answer of the lawe,
And God acquit them of their practises. 85

_Exe._ I arrest thee of high treason,
By the name of _Richard_, Earle of _Cambridge_.
I arest thee of high treason.
By the name of _Henry_, Lord of _Masham_.
I arest thee of high treason, 90
By the name of _Thomas Gray_, knight of _Northumberland_.

_Mash._ Our purposes God iustly hath discouered,
And I repent my fault more then my death,
Which I beseech your maiestie forgiue,
Altho my body pay the price of it. 95

_King._ God quit you in his mercy. Heare your sentence.[5473]
You haue conspired against our royall person,
Ioyned with an enemy proclaimed and fixed.
And frō his coffers receiued the golden earnest of our death
Touching our person we seeke no redresse.
But we our kingdomes safetie must so tender 101
Whose ruine you haue sought,
That to our lawes we do deliuer you.
Get ye therefore hence: poore miserable creatures to your death,[5474]
The taste whereof, God in his mercy giue you 105
Patience to endure, and true repentance of all your deeds amisse:
Beare them hence.

_Exit three Lords._

Now Lords to _France_. The enterprise whereof,
Shall be to you as us, successiuely.
Since God cut off this dangerous treason lurking in our way 110
Cheerly to sea, the signes of war aduance:
No King of England, if not King of _France_.

_Exit omnes._

[Sidenote: [SC. IV.]]

_Enter Nim, Pistoll, Bardolfe, Hostes and a Boy._

_Host._ I prethy sweete heart, let me bring thee so farre as _Stanes_.

_Pist._ No fur, no fur.

_Bar._ Well sir _Iohn_ is gone. God be with him.

_Host._ I, he is in _Arthors_ bosom, if euer any were:
He went away as if it were a crysombd childe,[5475] 5
Betweene twelue and one,
Iust at turning of the tide:
His nose was as sharpe as a pen:
For when I saw him fumble with the sheetes,
And talk of floures and smile vpō his fingers ends 10
I knew there was no way but one.
How now sir _Iohn_ quoth I?
And he cryed three times, God, God, God,
Now I to comfort him, bad him not think of God,
I hope there was no such need. 15
Then he bad me put more cloathes at his feete:[5476]
And I felt to them, and they were as cold as any stone:
And to his knees, and they were as cold as any stone.
And so vpward, and vpward, and all was as cold as any stone.[5477]

_Nim._ They say he cride out on Sack. 20

_Host._ I that he did.

_Boy._ And of women.

_Host._ No that he did not.

_Boy._ Yes that he did: and he sed they were diuels incarnat.[5478]

_Host._ Indeed carnation was a colour he neuer loued.

_Nim._ Well he did cry out on women. 26

_Host._ Indeed he did in some sort handle women,
But then he was rumaticke, and talkt of the whore of _Babylon._

_Boy._ Hostes do you remember he saw a Flea stand
Vpon _Bardolfes_ Nose, and sed it was a blacke soule 30
Burning in hell fire?[5479]

_Bar._ Well, God be with him,
That was all the wealth I got in his seruice.

_Nim._ Shall we shog off?
The king wil be gone from _Southampton_. 35

_Pist._ Cleare vp thy cristalles,
Looke to my chattels and my moueables.
Trust none: the word is pitch and pay:[5480]
Mens words are wafer cakes,
And holdfast is the onely dog my deare. 40
Therefore cophetua be thy counsellor,
Touch her soft lips and part.

_Bar._ Farewell hostes.

Nim. I cannot kis: and theres the humor of it.
But adieu. 45

_Pist._ Keepe fast thy buggle boe.

_Exit omnes._

[Sidenote: [SC. V.]]

_Enter King of_ France, Bourbon, Dolphin,
and others.

_King._ Now you Lords of _Orleance_,
Of _Bourbon_, and of _Berry_,
You see the King of England is not slack,
For he is footed on this land alreadie.

_Dolphin._ My gratious Lord, tis meete we all goe foorth, 5
And arme vs against the foe:
And view the weak & sickly parts of _France_:
But let vs do it with no show of feare,
No with no more, then if we heard
England were busied with a Moris dance.[5481] 10
For my good Lord, she is so idely kingd,
Her scepter so fantastically borne,
So guided by a shallow humorous youth,
That feare attends her not.

_Con._ O peace Prince _Dolphin_, you deceiue your selfe, 15
Question your grace the late Embassador,
With what regard he heard his Embassage,
How well supplied with aged Counsellours,
And how his resolution andswered him.
You then would say that _Harry_ was not wilde. 20

_King._ Well thinke we _Harry_ strong:
And strongly arme us to preuent the foe.

_Con._ My Lord here is an Embassador
From the King of England.

_Kin._ Bid him come in. 25
You see this chase is hotly followed Lords.

_Dol._ My gracious father, cut up this English short.
Selfeloue my liege is not so vile a thing,
As selfe neglecting.

_Enter Exeter._

_King._ From our brother England?[5482] 30

_Exe._ From him, and thus he greets your Maiestie:
He wils you in the name of God Almightie,
That you deuest your selfe and lay apart
That borrowed tytle, which by gift of heauen,
Of lawe of nature, and of nations, longs[5483] 35
To him and to his heires, namely the crmvne
And all wide stretched titles that belongs
Unto the Crowne of _France_, that you may know
Tis no sinister, nor no awkeward claime,
Pickt from the wormeholes of old vanisht dayes, 40
Nor from the dust of old obliuion rackte,
He sends you these most memorable lynes,
In euery branch truly demonstrated:
Willing you ouerlooke this pedigree,
And when you finde him euenly deriued 45
From his most famed and famous ancestors,
_Edward_ the third, he bids you then resigne
Your crowne and kingdome, indirectly held
From him, the natiue and true challenger.

_King._ If not, what followes? 50

_Exe._ Bloody costraint, for if you hide the crown
Euen in your hearts, there will he rake for it:
Therefore in fierce tempest is he comming,
In thunder, and in earthquake, like a _Ioue_,
That if requiring faile, he will compell it: 55
And on your heads turnes he the widowes teares,
The Orphanes cries, the dead mens bones,[5484]
The pining maydens grones.
For husbands, fathers, and distressed louers,
Which shall be swallowed in this controuersie. 60
This is his claime, his threatning, and my message.[5485]
Vnles the _Dolphin_ be in presence here,
To whom expresly we bring greeting too.

_Dol._ For the _Dolphin?_ I stand here for him,
What to heare from England. 65

_Exe._ Scorn & defiance, slight regard, contempt,
And any thing that may not misbecome
The mightie sender, doth he prise you at:
Thus saith my king. Vnles your fathers highnesse
Sweeten the bitter mocke you sent his Maiestie, 70
Heele call you to so loud an answere for it,
That caues and wombely vaultes of _France_
Shall chide your trespasse, and return your mock,
In second accent of his ordenance.

_Dol._ Say that my father render faire reply, 75
It is against my will:
For I desire nothing so much,
As oddes with England.
And for that cause according to his youth
I did present him with those _Paris_ balles. 80

_Exe._ Heele make your _Paris_ Louer shake for it,
Were it the mistresse Court of mightie _Europe_.
And be assured, youle finde a difference
As we his subiects haue in wonder found:
Betweene his yonger dayes and these he musters now, 85
Now he wayes time euen to the latest graine,
Which you shall finde in your owne losses
If he stay in _France_.[5486]

_King._ Well for vs, you shall returne our answere backe
To our brother England.[5482] 90

_Exit omnes._

[Sidenote: [SC. VI.]]

_Enter_ Nim, Bardolfe, Pistoll, Boy.

_Nim._ Before God here is hote seruice.[5487]

_Pist._ Tis hot indeed, blowes go and come,
Gods vassals drop and die.

_Nim._ Tis honor, and theres the humor of it.

_Boy._ Would I were in London:
Ide giue all my honor for a pot of Ale. 6

_Pist._ And I. If wishes would preuaile,
I would not stay, but thither would I hie.

_Enter_ Flewellen _and beates them in_.

_Flew._ Godes plud vp to the breaches
You rascals, will you not vp to the breaches? 10

_Nim._ Abate thy rage sweete knight,
Abate thy rage.

_Boy._ Well I would I were once from them:
They would haue me as familiar
With mens pockets, as their gloues, and their 15
Handkerchers, they will steale any thing.
_Bardolfe_ stole a Lute case, carryed it three mile,
And sold it for three hapence.[5488]
_Nim_ stole a fier shouell.
I knew by that, they meant to carry coales: 20
Well, if they will not leaue me,
I meane to leaue them.

_Exit_ Nim, Bardolfe, Pistoll, _and the Boy_.

_Enter_ Gower.

_Gower._ Gaptain _Flewellen_, you must come strait[5489]
To the Mines, to the Duke of _Gloster_. 25

_Flew._ Looke you, tell the Duke it is not so good
To come to the mines: the concuaueties is otherwise,
You may discusse to the Duke, the enemy is digd
Himselfe fiue yardes vnder the countermines:
By _Iesus_ I thinke heele blowe up all[5490] 30
If there be no better direction.

[Sidenote: [SC. VII.]]

_Enter the King and his Lords alarum._

_King._ How yet resolues the Gouernour of the Towne?
This is the latest parley weele admit:
Therefore to our best mercie giue your selues,
Or like to men proud of destruction, defie vs to our worst,
For as I am a souldier, a name that in my thoughts 5
Becomes me best, if we begin the battery once againe
I will not leaue the halfe atchieued Harflew,
Till in her ashes she be buried,
The gates of mercie are all shut vp.
What say you, will you yeeld and this auoyd, 10
Or guiltie in defence be thus destroyd?

_Enter Gouernour._

_Gouer._ Our expectation hath this day an end:
The Dolphin whom of succour we entreated,
Returnes vs word, his powers are not yet ready,
To raise so great a siege: therefore dread King, 15
We yeeld our towne and liues to thy soft mercie:
Enter our gates, dispose of vs and ours,
For we no longer are defensiue now.

[Sidenote: [SC. VIII.]]

_Enter_ Katherine, Allice.

_Kate. Allice_ venecia, vous aues cates en,
Vou parte fort bon Angloys englatara,
Coman sae palla vou la main en francoy.

_Allice._ La main madam de han.

_Kate._ E da bras. 5

_Allice._ De arma madam.

_Kate._ Le main da han la bras de arma.

_Allice._ Owye madam.

_Kate._ E Coman sa pella vow la menton a la coll.

_Allice._ De neck, e de cin, madam. 10

_Kate._ E de neck, e de cin, e de code.

_Allice._ De cudie ma foy Ie oblye, mais Ie remembre,
Le tude, o de elbo madam.

_Kate._ Ecowte Ie rehersera, towt cella que Iac apoandre,
De han, de arma, de neck, du cin, e de bilbo. 15

_Allice._ De elbo madam.

_Kate._ O Iesu, Iea obloye ma foy, ecoute Ie recontera
De han, de arma, de neck, de cin, e de elbo, e ca bon.

_Allice._ Ma foy madam, vow parla au se bon Angloys
Asie vous aues ettue en Englatara. 20

_Kate._ Par la grace de deu an petty tanes. Ie parle milleur
Coman se pella vou le peid e le robe.

_Allice._ Le foot, e le con.

_Kate._ Le fot, e le con, ô Iesu! Ie ne vew poinct parle,
Sie plus deuant le che cheualires de franca, 25
Pur one million ma foy.

_Allice._ Madame, de foote, e le con.

_Kate._ O et ill ausie, ecowte Allice, de han, de arma,
De neck, de cin, le foote, e de con.

_Allice._ Cet fort bon madam.

_Kate._ Aloues a diner. 31

_Exit omnes._

[Sidenote: [SC. IX.]]

_Enter King of France, Lord Constable, the Dolphin_,
_and_ Burbon.

_King._ Tis certaine he is past the Riuer Some.

_Con._ Mordeu ma via: Shall a few spranes of vs,
The emptying of our fathers luxerie,
Outgrow their grafters.

_Bur._ Normanes, basterd Normanes, mor du 5
And if they passe vnfought withall,
Ile sell my Dukedom for a foggy farme
In that short nooke Ile of England.

_Const._ Why whence haue they this mettall?
Is not their clymate raw, foggy and colde. 10
On whom as in disdaine, the Sunne lookes pale?
Can barley broath, a drench for swolne lades
Their sodden water decockt such liuely blood?
And shall our quicke blood spirited with wine
Seeme frosty? O for honour of our names, 15
Let vs not hang like frozen Iicesickles
Vpon our houses tops, while they a more frosty clymate
Sweate drops of youthfull blood.

_King._ Constable dispatch, send Montioy forth,
To know what willing raunsome he will giue? 20
Sonne _Dolphin_ you shall stay in _Rone_ with me.[5491]

_Dol._ Not so I do beseech your Maiestie.[5492]

_King._ Well, I say it shalbe so.

_Exeunt omnes._

[Sidenote: [SC. X.]]

_Enter_ Gower.[5493]

_Go._ How now Captain _Flewellen_, come you frō the bridge?

_Flew._ By Iesus thers excellēt seruice cōmitted at yᵉ bridge.

_Gour._ Is the Duke of _Exeter_ safe?

_Flew._ The duke of _Exeter_ is a mā whom I loue, & I honor,
And I worship, with my soule, and my heart, and my life, 5
And my lands and my liuings,
And my vttermost powers.
The Duke is looke you,
God be praised and pleased for it, no harme in the worell.
He is maintain the bridge very gallently: there is an Ensigne[5494] 10
There, I do not know how you call him, but by Iesus I think He is
as[5495]
valient a man as _Marke Anthonie_, he doth maintain the bridge
most[5496]
gallantly: yet he is a man of no reckoning: But I did see him do
gallant
seruice.

_Gouer._ How do you call him? 15

_Flew._ His name is ancient _Pistoll_.

_Gouer._ I know him not.

_Enter Ancient_ Pistoll.

_Flew._ Do you not know him, here comes the man.

_Pist._ Captaine, I thee beseech to do me fauour,
The Duke of _Exeter_ doth loue thee well. 20

_Flew._ I, and I praise God I haue merrited some loue at his hands.

_Pist. Bardolfe_ a souldier, one of buxsome valour,
Hath by furious fate
And giddy Fortunes fickle wheele,
That Godes blinde that stands vpon the rowling restlesse
stone.[5497] 25

_Flew._ By your patience ancient _Pistoll_,
Fortune, looke you is painted,
Plind with a mufler before her eyes,
To signifie to you, that Fortune is plind:
And she is moreouer painted with a wheele, 30
Which is the morall that Fortune is turning,
And inconstant, and variation; and mutabilities:
And her fate is fixed at a sphericall stone
Which roules, and roules, and roules:
Surely the Poet is make an excellēt descriptiō of Fortune. 35
Fortune looke you is and excellent morall.[5498]

_Pist._ Fortune is _Bardolfes_ foe, and frownes on him,
For he hath stolne a packs, and hanged must he be:[5499]
A damned death, let gallowes gape for dogs,
Let man go free, and let not death his windpipe stop. 40
But _Exeter_ hath giuen the doome of death,
For packs of pettie price:
Therefore go speake, the Duke will heare thy voyce,
And let not _Bardolfes_ vitall threed be cut,
With edge of penny cord, and vile approach. 45
Speake Captaine for his life, and I will thee requite.

_Flew._ Captain _Pistoll_, I partly vnderstand your meaning.

_Pist._ Why then reioyce therefore.

_Flew._ Certainly Antient _Pistol_, tis not a thing to reioyce at,
For if he were my owne brother, I would wish the Duke 50
To do his pleasure, and put him to executions: for look you,
Disciplines ought to be kept, they ought to be kept.

_Pist._ Die and be damned, and figa for thy friendship.[5500]

_Flew._ That is good.

_Pist._ The figge of _Spaine_ within thy Iawe. 55

_Flew._ That is very well.

_Pist._ I say the fig within thy bowels and thy durty maw.

_Exit Pistoll._

_Fle._ Captaine _Gour_, cannot you hear it lighten & thunder?

_Gour._ Why is this the Ancient you told me of?
I remember him now, he is a bawd, a cutpurse. 60

_Flew._ By Iesus hee is vtter as praue words vpon the bridge
As you shall desire to see in a sommers day, but its all one,
What he hath sed to me,
looke you, is all one.

_Go._ Why this is a gull, a foole, a rogue that goes to the wars
Onely to grace himselfe at his returne to London: 65
And such fellowes as he,
Are perfect in great Commaunders names.
They will learne by rote where seruices were done,
At such and such a sconce, at such a breach,
At such a conuoy: who came off brauely, who was shot, 70
Who disgraced, what termes the enemie stood on.
And this they con perfectly in phrase of warre,[5501]
Which they trick vp with new tuned oathes, & what a berd
Of the Generalls cut, and a horid shout of the campe
Will do among the foming bottles and alewasht wits 75
Is wonderfull to be thought on: but you must learne
To know such slaunders of this age,
Or else you may maruellously be mistooke.

_Flew._ Certain captain _Gower_, it is not the man, looke you,
That I did take him to be: but when time shall serue, 80
I shall tell him a litle of my desires: here comes his Maiestie.

_Enter King_, Clarence, Gloster _and others_.

_King._ How now _Flewellen_, come you from the bridge?

_Flew._ I and it shall please your Maiestie,
There is excellent seruice at the bridge.

_King._ What men haue you lost _Flewellen_? 85

_Flew._ And it shall please your Maiestie,
The partition of the aduersarie hath bene great,
Very reasonably great: but for our own parts, like you now,[5502]
I thinke we haue lost neuer a man, vnlesse it be one
For robbing of a church, one _Bardolfe_, if your Maiestie 90
Know the man, his face is full of whelkes and knubs,
And pumples, and his breath blowes at his nose
Like a cole, sometimes red, sometimes plew:
But god be praised, now his nose is executed, & his fire out.

_King._ We would haue all offenders so cut off, 95
And we here giue expresse commaundment,[5503]
That there be nothing taken from the villages but paid for,
None of the French abused,
Or abraided with disdainfull language:[5504]
For when cruelty and lenitie play for a Kingdome, 100
The gentlest gamester is the sooner winner.

_Enter French Herauld._

_Hera._ You know me by my habit.

_Ki._ Well thē, we know thee, what shuld we know of thee?

_Hera._ My maisters minde.

_King._ Vnfold it. 105

_Heral._ Go thee vnto _Harry_ of _England_, and tell him,
Aduantage is a better souldier then rashnesse:
Altho we did seeme dead, we did but slumber.
Now we speake vpon our kue, and our voyce is imperiall,
England shall repent her folly: see her rashnesse,[5505] 110
And admire our sufferance. Which to raunsome,
His pettinesse would bow vnder:
For the effusion of our blood, his army is too weake:
For the disgrace we haue borne, himselfe
Kneeling at our feete, a weake and worthlesse satisfaction. 115
To this, adde defyance. So much from the king my maister.

_King._ What is thy name? we know thy qualitie.

_Herald. Montioy_.