As black from white, my eye will scarcely see it.
If that same demon, that hath gull'd thee thus,
Should with his lion gait walk the whole world,
He might return to vasty Tartar back,
And tell the legions-I can never win
A soul so easy as that Englishman's.
Arrest them to the answer of the law ;-
And God acquit them of their practises!

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.

Scroop. Our purposes God jùstly hath discover'd; And I repent my faùlt more than my death; Which I beseech your highness to forgive, Although my body pay the price of it.

Grey. My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign.

K. Hen. You have conspir'd against our royal

person,

Join'd with an enemy, and from his coffers

Receiv'd the golden eàrnest of our death;

Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter,
His princes and his pèers to servitude,
His subjects to opprèssion and contempt,
And his whole kingdom into desolation.
Touching our person, seek we nò revenge;
But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,
(Whose ruin you have sought,) that to her làws
We do deliver you. So therefore hence,

UU

(Poor miserable wretches,) to your death:
The taste whereof, God, of his mercy, give you
The patience to endure, and true repentance
Of all your dear offences!-Bear them hence.

[Exeunt Conspirators, guarded.

Now, lords, for France; the enterprise whereof
Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.
Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance :
No king of England, if not king of France.

[Exeunt. Flourish.

London. Mrs. Quickly's House in Eastcheap.

Enter PISTOL, Mrs. QUICKLY, Nym, Bar-
DOLPH, and Boy.
Quickly.

R'YTHEE, honey-sweet husband, let me
bring thee to Staines.

Pist. No; for my manly heart doth yearn.—

Bardolph, be blythe;-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!

Quick. Nay, sure, 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 the 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 all was as cold as any stone.

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;
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! [Exeunt.

France. A Room in the French King's
Palace.

Flourish. Enter the French King, the Dauphin, the
Duke of BURGUNDY, and the Constable.

French King.

HUS come the English with full power

upon us;

And more than carefully it us concerns,

To answer royally in our defences.

Dau. Therefore, I say, 'tis meet we all go forth,

To view the sick and feeble parts of France:

And let us do it with no show of fear:

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,
That fear attends her not.

Con.
You are too much mistaken in this king:
And you shall find, his vanities fore-spent
Were but the outside of the Roman Brùtus,
Covering discretion with a coat of folly.

O peace, Prince Dauphin!

Dau. Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable, But though we think it so, it is no matter. In cases of defence, 'tis best to weigh The enemy more mighty than he seems, So the proportions of defence are fill'd.

Fr. King. "Tis wisely said: Think we King Harry strong;

And, princes, look, you strongly arm to meet him.
For he is bred out of that bloody strain,
That haunted us in our familiar paths:
Witness our too much memorable shame,
When Cressy battle fatally was struck,
And all our princes captiv'd, by the hand

Of that black name, Edward the Prince of Wales;
Whiles that his mountain sire,-òn mountain standing,
Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,—
Saw his heroic seed, and smil'd to see him
Mangle the work of nature, and deface

The patterns that by God and by French fathers
Had twenty years been made. This is a stèm
Of that victorious stòck; and let us fear
The native mightiness and force of him.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. Ambassadors from Harry, king of England, Do crave admittance to your majesty.

Fr. King. We'll give them present audience. Go and bring them.

[Exeunt Mess. and certain Lords.

You see, this chase is hotly follow'd, friends.

Dau. Turn head, and stop pursuit; and good my

sovereign,

Take up the English short; and let them know

Of what a monarchy you are the head:

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
As self-neglecting.

Re-enter Lords, with EXETER and Train.
Fr. King.

From our brother England?

Exe. From him; and thus he greets your majesty. He wills that you resign, and lay apart

The borrow'd glories, that by gift of heaven,
By law of nature, and of nations, 'long

To him, and to his heirs; namely, the crown.
And sends you this most memorable line,

[Gives a paper.

Willing you overlook this pedigree;
And, when you find him evenly deriv'd
From his most fam'd of famous ancestors,
Edward the Third, he bids you then resign
Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held
From hìm, the native and true challenger.
Fr. King. Or else what follows?
Exe.
If you
hide the crown
Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it.
This is his claim, his threat'ning, and my message;
Unless the Dauphin be in presence here,

To whom expressly I bring greeting too.