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 face between his sheets, and do the office of a warming-pan. Faith, he's very ill. Bard. Away, you rogue! Host. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of these days. The king has killed his heart. Good husband, come home presently. [Exeunt Hostess and Boy. 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? 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. Pist. As manhood shall compound: push home. [They 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 Nym, a thou wilt be friends, be friends: an thou wilt no, why, then, be enemies with me too. Prithee, put up. 90 100 Nym. I shall have my eight shillings I won of 110 you at betting? 100. Base is the slave that pays; probably a play - house scrap. IIO, III. omitted in accident. Nym's speech is Pist. A noble shalt thou have, and present pay; And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood: Unto the camp, and profits will accrue. Nym. I shall have my noble? Pist. In cash most justly paid. Nym. Well, then, that's the humour of't. Re-enter Hostess. Host. As ever you quickly to Sir John. came of women, come in 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 and corroborate. Nym. The king is a good king: but it must be as it may; he passes some humours and careers. Pist. Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins, we will live. 112. A noble; i.e. six shillings and eightpence. 115. Nym; a play on the sense nimming,' 'theft. ་ 124. quotidian tertian, for quotidian or tertian fever. 128. the even of it, just what it is. 130. fracted, broken. 120 130 ib. corroborate (used in a blundering way), probably for corrupted. 132. passes. . careers, indulges in sallies of wit; 'to pass careers' was a phrase of horsemanship, meaning to gallop to and fro. 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. West. How smooth and even they do bear themselves! As if allegiance in their bosoms sat, 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 dull'd and cloy'd with gracious favours, That he should, for a foreign purse, so self His sovereign's life to death and treachery. Trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY, SCROOP, CAMBRIDGE, GREY, and Attendants. K. Hen. Now sits the wind fair, and we will aboard. My Lord of Cambridge, and my kind Lord of Masham, And you, my gentle knight, give me your thoughts: Think you not that the powers we bear with us Will cut their passage through the force of France, Doing the execution and the act For which we have in head assembled them? Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best. 8. the man that was his bedfellow, i.e. Lord Scroop, of whom Holinshed reports this as ΤΟ a mark of his intimacy with the king. 18. in head, in force. K. Hen. I doubt not that; since we are well persuaded 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 Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd and 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. True: 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, Sooner than quittance of desert and merit Scroop. So service shall with steeled sinews toil, K. Hen. We judge no less. Uncle of Exeter, Scroop. That's mercy, but too much security: 22. consent, accord. 33. office, use. 20 30 40 43. his more advice, his thinking better of it. Cam. 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 ! If little faults, proceeding on distemper, Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch 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, in their dear care 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 I, my royal sovereign. K. Hen. Then, Richard Earl of Cambridge, there is yours; There yours, Lord Scroop of Masham; and, sir knight, Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours: in those papers that you lose 54. proceeding on distemper, cause. proceeding from a mental dis turbance due to a physical 61. late, lately appointed. 63. it, viz. his commission. 50 60 70 |