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 cloy'd and graced 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, K. Hen. Now, sits the wind fair, and we will aboard. For which we have in head* assembled them? Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best. 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 Success and conquest to attend on us. Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd and loved, 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, Sooner than quittance of desert and merit, According to the weight and worthiness. Scroop. So service shall with steeled sinews toil; And labour shall refresh itself with hope, To do your grace incessant services. K. Hen. We judge no less.-Uncle of Exeter, Cam. So may your highness, and yet punish too. * Force. + Compounded. Coming to his senses. K. Hen. Alas, your too much love and care of me Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye, Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey,-in their dear care, Would have him punish'd. And now to our French causes; Cam. I one, my lord; Your highness bade me ask for it to-day. Grey. And me, my royal sovereign. K. Hen. Then, Richard, earl of Cambridge, there is yours ;- So much complexion ?-look ye, how they change! Out of appearance? Cam. I do confess my fault; And do submit me to your highness' mercy. K. Hen. The mercy, that was quick in us but late, See you, my princes, and my noble peers, These English monsters! My lord of Cambridge here,― Than Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn-But Oh! Could out of thee extract one spark of evil, * Disorder from wine. † Lately appointed. + Living. That might annoy my finger? 'tis so strange,* As two yoke-devils, sworn to either's purpose, With patches, colours, and with forms being fetch'd But he, that temper'd thee, bade thee stand up, If that same demon, that hath gull'd thee thus, The sweetness of affiance!|| Show men dutiful? Exe. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Richard earl of Cambridge. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Henry lord Scroop of Masham. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Thomas Grey, knight of Northumberland. * Palpable. Tartarus. **Sifted. VOL. III. + Stands out. C Rendered thee pliable. Scroop. Our purposes God justly hath discover'd; Cam. For me, the gold of France did not seduce; The sooner to effect what I intended: Grey. Never did faithful subject more rejoice Prevented from a damned enterprize: My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign. K. Hen. God quit you in his mercy! Hear your sentence. Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his coffers Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter, [Exeunt Conspirators, guarded. 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. Quick. 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; Bard. 'Would, I were with him, wheresome'er he is, whether in heaven, or in hell! Quick. Nay, sure, he's not in hell; he'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 felt to his knees, and so upward, and upward, and all was as cold as any stone. Nym. They say, he cried out of sack. Quick. Ay, that 'a did. Bard. And of women. Quick. Nay, that 'a did not. Boy. Yes, that 'a did; and said, they were devils incarnate. Quick. 'A could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he never liked. Boy. 'A said once, the devil would have him about women. Quick. '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; Trust none; For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes, Therefore caveto be thy counsellor. Go, clear thy crystals.-Yoke-fellows in arms, Let us to France! like horse-leeches, my boys; To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck! 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. |