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The solus in thy teeth, and in thy throat,
Nym. I am not Barbason; you cannot conjure me. I have an humour to knock you indifferently well : If you grow foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my rapier, as I may, in fair terms: if
would walk off, I would prick your guts a 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 weight; and fury shall
abate. Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give; Thy 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 ?---I thee
defy again. O hound of Crete, think’st thou my spouse to get? No; to the spital go, And from the powdering tub of infamy Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind, Doll Tear-sheet she by name, and her espouse : I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly For the only she; and-Pauca, there's enough.
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 do 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 has killed 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 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.
Bard. By this sword, he that makes the first tbrust, I'll kill him; by this sword, I will.
Pist. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their
Bard. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends:
: an thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me too. Prythee, 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. Nym. I shall have
Pist. In cash most justly paid.
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 bath 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.
SCENE II.-Southampton. A council-chamber.
Enter Exeter, Bedford, and Westmoreland. Bed. 'Fore God, bis grace is bold, to trust these
traitors. Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by. West. How smooth and even they do bear them
selves! 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 cloy'd and grac'd with princely fa
vours,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 abroad. 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 wbich we have in head assembled them? Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do his
best. K. Hen. I doubt not that: since we are well per
Cam. Never was monarch better fear’d, and lov'd,
Grey. Even those, that were your father's enemies,
Scroop. So service shall with steeled sinews toil ;
K. Hen. We judge no less.--Uncle of Exeter,
It was excess of wine that set him on;
Scroop. That's mercy, but too much security:
K. Hen. O, let us yet be merciful.
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
Cam. I am one, my lord;
Scroop. So did you me, my liege.
yours ; There yours, lord Scroop of Masham ;-and, sir
knight, Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours: Read them; and know, I know your worthiness.My lord of Westmoreland,--and uncle Exeter, We will aboard to-night.-Why, how now, gentle
men? What see you in those papers,
that So much complexion ?-look ye, how they change!