*S CENE IV.

Before QUICKLY's Houfe in Eaft-cheap.

i Enter Corporal Nim, and Lieutenant Bardolph.

BARDOLPH.

WE Wm. Good-merrow, Lieutenant Bardolph.

ELL met, Corporal Nim.

Bard. What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends yet?

Nim. For my part, I care not: I fay little; but when time shall serve, there fhall be. [+fmiles] But that fhall be as it may. I dare not fight, but I will wink and hold out mine iron; it is a fimple one; but what though? it will toaft cheese, and it will endure cold as another man's fword will; and there's an end.

Bard. I will beflow a breakfaft to make you friends, and we'll be all three fworn brothers to France: let it be fo, good corporal Nim.

Nim. Faith, I will live fo long as I may, that's the certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I will do as I may; that is my reft, that is the rendezvous of it.

Bard. It is certain, corporal, that he is married to Nel Quickly; and certainly fhe did you wrong, for you were troth-plight to her.

Nim. I cannot tell, things must be as they may;

SCENE IV.] Between this and the foregoing Scene, in all the Editions hitherto, is inferted the Chorus which I have poftponed. That Chorus manifeftly is intended to advertise the Spectators of the Change of the Scene to Southampton, and therefore ought to be placed juft before that Change, and not here, where the Scene is till continued in London.

there fhall be fmiles] I fufpe& fimiles to be a marginal Direction crept into the Text. It is natural for a Man, when he threatens, to break off abruptly, and couclude, But that shall be as it may. But this fantaftical Fellow is made to fmile difdainfully while he threatens; which Circumflance was marked for the Player's Direc tion in the Margin. Mr. Warburton.

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men may fleep, and they may have their throats about them at that time; and some say, knives have edges: it must be as it may; tho' patience be a tir'd Dame, yet fhe will plod; there must be conclufions; well, I cannot tell,

Bard. Here comes ancient Pistol and his wife; good corporal, be patient here. How now, mine hoft Piftol?

Pift. Bafe tyke, call'st thou me hoft? now by this hand, I fwear, I fcorn the term; nor fhall my Nel keep lodgers.

Quick. No, by my troth, not long: for we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen, that live honeftly by the prick of their needles, but it will be thought we keep a bawdy-house straight. O welliday lady, if he be not drawn! Now we shall fee wilful adultery, and murder committed.

Bard. Good lieutenant, good corporal, offer nothing here.

Nim. Pifh!

Pift. Pifh for thee, Iland dog; thou prick-ear'd cur of Inland.

Quick. Good corporal Nim, fhew thy valour and put up thy fword.

Nim. Will you fhog off? I would have you folus.
Pift. Solus, egregious dog! O viper vile !

The folus in thy moft marvellous face,

The folus in thy teeth, and in thy throat,

And in thy hateful lungs; yea, in thy maw, perdy;
And, which is worse, within thy nafty mouth.
I do retort the folus in thy bowels;

For I can take, and Piftol's cock is up,

And flashing fire will follow.

Nim. I am not Barbafon, you cannot conjure me: I have an humour to knock you indifferently well; if you grow foul with me, Pistol, I will fcour you with

my rapier as I may, in fair terms. If you would walk off, I would prick your guts a little in good terms as I may, and that's the humour of it.

1 Pift. O braggard vile, and damned furious wight! The grave doth gape, and doating death is near; Therefore exhale.

Bard. Hear me, hear me, what I fay: he that ftrikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts as I am a foldier.

Pift. An Oath of mickle might; and fury shall abate. Give me thy fift, thy fore-foot to me give: Thy fpirits are moft tall.

Nim. I will cut thy throat one time or other in fair erms, that is the humour of it.

Pift. Coupe à gorge, that is the word.

again.

I defy thee O hound of Crete, think'st thou my fpoufe to get? No, to the fpittle go.

And from the powd'ring tub of infamy

Fetch forth the lazar Kite of Creffid's kind,
Dol Tear-fheet, fhe by name, and her efpoufe.
I have, and I will hold the Quondam Quickly
For th' only fhe; and pauca, there's enough; go to,
Enter the Boy.

Boy, Mine hoft Pistol, you must come to my mafter, and your hoftefs: he is very fick, and would to bed. Good Bardolph, put thy nose between his fheets, 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 thefe days; the King has kill'd his heart. Good husband, come home prefently. [Exit Quickly.

Bard. Come, fhall I make you two friends? we muft to France together: why the devil fhould we keep knives to cut one another's throats?

Pift. Let floods o'er-fwell, and fiends for food howl

on!.

Nim. You'll pay me the eight fhillings, I won of you at betting?

pays.

Pift. Bafe is the flave, that
Nim. That now I will have; that's the humour of it.
Pift. As manhood shall compound, push home.

[Draw. Bard. By this fword, he that makes the firft thrust, I'll kill him; by this fword, I will.

Pift. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their course.

Bard. Corporal Nim, an thou wilt be friends, be friends; an thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me too; pr'ythee, put up.

Pist. A noble fhalt thou have and present pay;
And liquor likewife will I give to thee;
And friendship fhall combine and brotherhood.
I'll live by Nim, and Nim fhall live by me.
Is not this juft? for I fhall Suttler be
Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
Give me thy hand.

Nim. I fhall have my noble?
Pift. In cash most justly paid.

Nim. Well then, that's the humour of't.

Re-enter Quickly.

Quick. As ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir John: ah, poor heart, he is fo fhak'd of a burning quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him.

Nim. The King hath run bad humours on the Knight, that's the even of it.

Pift. Nim, thou hast spoken the right, his heart is fracted and corroborate.

Nim. The King is a good King, but it must be as it may; he paffes fome humours and careers.

Pift. Let us condole the Knight; for, lambkins! we will live.

[Exeunt.

L 4

ACT

* ACT II.

Chorus.

N

SCENE I.

Enter CHORUS.

O W all the youth of England are on fire,
And filken dalliance in the wardrobe lies:
Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought
Reigns folely in the breaft of every man.
They fell the pafture now, to buy the horse;
Following the mirror of all Christian Kings,
With winged heels, as English Mercuries.
For now fits Expectation in the air,

And hides a sword from hilts unto the point
With Crowns imperial; Crowns, and Coronets,
Promis'd to Harry and his followers.
The French, advis'd by good intelligence
Of this moft dreadful preparation,

Shake in their fear; and with pale policy
Seek to divert the English purposes.

O England! model to thy inward greatness,
Like little body with a mighty heart;

What might'ft thou do, that honour would thee do,

Were all thy children kind and natural !

But fec, thy fault France hath in thee found out;

A neft of hollow bofoms which he fills

With treach'rous crowns; and three corrupted men,
One, Richard Earl of Cambridge, and the fecond,
Henry Lord Scroop of Mafham, and the third,
Sir Thomas Grey Knight of Northumberland,
Have for the gilt of France (O guilt, indeed!)

ACT II. SCENE I.] I have divided the A&s of this Play differently from all the Editions, by beginning here the fecond A&, whereby each throughout the Play begins with a Chorus regularly; whereas before, this Chorus was ftruck into a Place where it interrupted the Continuance of the Scene, and for want of this Divifion, they were forced to split the one day's Battle at Agincourt into two A&s, namely the Third and Fourth.

Scene 13.

See the Note on A& IV.

Mr. Pope. Confirm'd