Although I did admit it as a motive, Grey. Never did faithful subject more rejoice My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign. K. Hen. God quit you in his mercy! Hear your sentence. You have conspir'd against our royal person, Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his coffers Receiv'd the golden earnest of our death; Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter, His subjects to oppression and contempt, [Exeunt Conspirators, guarded. -Now, lords, for France; the enterprize whereof Shall be to you, as us, like glorious. We doubt not of a fair and lucky war; Since God so graciously hath brought to light Putting it straight in expedition. Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance; No king of England, if not king of France. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-London. Mrs. Quickly's house in Eastcheap. Enter Pistol, Mrs. Quickly, Nym, Bardolph, and Boy Quic. Pr'ythee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines. Pist. No; for my manly heart doth yearn.Bardolph, be blithe;-Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins.Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead, And we must yearn therefore. Bard. 'Would, I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either in heaven, or in hell! Quic. Nay sure, he's not in hell; be's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom; 'a made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child. 'A parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at turning o' the tide for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, Sir John? quoth I: what, man! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out, God, God, God! three or four times: Now I,to comfort him, bid him, 'a should not think of God; I hoped, there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So, 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet. I put my hand into the bed, and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone; then I fek to his knees, and so upward and upward, and all vas as cold as any stone. Nym. They say, he cried out of sack. Quic. Ay, that a did. Bard. And of women. Quic. Nay, that 'a did not. Boy. Yes, that 'a did; and said, they were devils in carnate. Quic. 'A could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he never liked. Boy. 'A said once, the devil would have him about women. Quic. 'A did in some sort, indeed, handle women: but then he was rheumatic, and talked of the whore of Babylon.. Boy. Do you not remember, 'a saw a flea stick upon Bardolph's nose; and 'a said, it was a black soul burning in hell fire? Bard. Well, the fuel is gone, that maintained that fire. That's all the riches I got in his service. Nym. Shall we shog off? the king will be gone from Southampton. Pist. Come, let's away.-My love, give me thy lips. Look to my chattels, and my moveables. Let senses rule; The word is, Pitch and Pay; For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes, Therefore, caveto be thy counsellor. Go, clear thy crystals.-Yoke-fellows in arms, Boy. And that is but unwholesome food, they say. Bard. Farewell, hostess. [Kissing her. Nym. I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but adieu. Pist. Let housewifery appear; keep close, I thee command. Quic, Farewell; adieu. [Exeunt. SCENE IV-France. A Room in the French King's Palace. Enter the French King attended; the Dauphin,the Duke of Burgundy, the Constable, and others. F. King. Thus come the English with full power upon us; And more than earefully it us concerns, To answer royally in our defences. Therefore the dukes of Berry, and of Bretagne, It fits us then, to be as provident As fear may teach us, out of late examples Dau. My most redoubted father, It is most 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, musters, preparations, Should be maintain'd, assembled, and collected, As were a war in expectation. Therefore, I say, 'tis meet we all go forth, To view the sick and feeble parts of France: No, with no more, than if we heard that England Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance: For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd, Her sceptre so fantastically borne By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth, Con. O peace, prince dauphin! You are too much mistaken in this king: Question your grace the late ambassadors,- F. King. Think we king Harry strong; Of that black name, Edward black prince of Wales; The patterns that by God, and by French fathers Enter a Messenger. Mes. Ambassadors from Henry king of England |