The fooner to effect what I intended;
But God be thanked for prevention,
Which I in fuff'rance heartily rejoice for,
Befeeching God and you to pardon me.
Grey. Never did faithful fubject more rejoice
At the difcovery of moft dangerous treafon,
Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself,
Prevented from a damned enterprize :

My fault, but not my body, pardon, Sovereign.
K. Henry. God quit you in his mercy! hear your
fentence;

You have confpir'd againft our royal perfon,

Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his coffers Receiv'd the golden earneft of our death

Wherein you would have fold your King to slaughter,
His Princes and his Peers to fervitude,

His fubjects to oppreffion and contempt,
And his whole kingdom into defolation.
Touching our perfon, feek we no revenge;
But we our kingdom's fafety must so tender,,
Whole ruin you three fought, that to her laws
We do deliver you. Go therefore hence,
(Poor miferable wretches) to your death;
The tafte whereof God of his mercy give
You patience to endure; and true Repentance
Of all your dear offences! Bear them hence. [Exeunt.
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 fo graciously hath brought to light
This dangerous treafon lurking in our way,
To hinder our beginning. Now we doubt not,
But every rub is smoothed in our way;
Then forth, dear countrymen; let us deliver
Our puiflance into the hand of God,
Putting it ftraight in expedition.

Chearly to fea; the figns of war advance ;

No King of England, if not King of France. [Exeunt.

SCENE

Changes to Quickly's Houfe in Eaft-cheap.

Enter Pistol, Nim, Bardolph, Boy and Quickly.

Quick. PRYTHEE, honey-sweet husband, let me

bring thee to Staines.

Pist. No, for my manly heart doth yern.
Bardolph, be blithe: Nim, roufe thy vaunting veins :
Boy, briftle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead,
And we must yern therefore.

Bard. Would I were with him wherefome'er he is, either in heaven or in hell.

*

Quick. Nay, fure, he's not in hell; he's in Arthur's bofom, if ever man went to Arthur's bofom. He made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any chriftom child; a'parted ever juft between twelve and one, even at the turning o' th' tide: For after I saw him fumble with the fheets, and play with flowers, and fmile upon his finger's end, I knew there was but one way; for his nofe was as fharp as a pen. How now, Sir John? quoth I: what, man? be of good cheer: fo a' cried out, God, God, God, three or four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him, a'fhou'd not think of God; I hop'd, there was no need to trouble himfelf with any such thoughts yet: fo a'bad me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as cold as a stone, then I felt to his knees, and so upward, and upward, and all was as cold as any ftone.

for his nofe was as sharp as a pen. and a Table of Green-Fields.] These words, and a table of green-fields, are not to be found in the old Editions of 1600 and 1608. This Nonfenfe got into all the following Editions by a pleasant Mistake of the ftage Editors, who printed from the common piece-meal-written Parts in the Play-house. A Table was here directed to be brought in (it being a Scene in a Tavern where they drink at parting) and this Direction crept into the Text from the Margin. Green-field was the Name of the Property-man in that Time who furnish'd Implements, &c. for the A&tors. A Table of Greenfield's. Mr. Pope

Nim. They fay, he cried out of Sack.
Quick. Ay, and that a' did.
Boy. And of women.

Quick. Nay, that a' did not.

Boy. Yes, that he did; and faid they were devils incarnate.

Quick. A' could never abide carnation, 'twas a colour he never lik'd.

Boy. He said once, the deule would have him about

women.

Quick. He did in fome fort, indeed, handle women; but then he was rheumatic, and talk'd of the whore of Babylon.

Boy. Do you not remember, he saw a Flea stick upon Bardolph's nose, and faid, it was a black foul burning in hell?

Bard. Well, the fuel is gone, that maintain'd that fire: that's all the riches I got in his fervice.

Nim. Shall we fhog; the King will be gone from Southampton.

Pift. Come, let's away. My love, give me thy lips:
Look to my chattles, and my moveables;
Let fenfes rule; the word is, pitch and pay;
Truft none, for oaths are ftraws; men's faiths are
wafer-cakes,

And hold faft is the only dog, my Duck,
Therefore Caveto be thy counfellor.

Go, clear thy cryftals. Yoke-fellows in arms,
Let us to France; like Horfe-leeches, my boys;
To fuck, to fuck, the very blood to fuck.

Boy. And that's but unwholesome food, they fay.
Pift. Touch her foft mouth and march.

Bard. Farewel, hostess.

Nim. I cannot kifs, that is the humour of it; but adieu.

Pift. Let housewifery appear; keep close, I thee command.

Quick. Farewel; adieu.

[Exeunt. SCENE

Changes to the French King's Palace.

Enter the French King, the Dauphin, the Duke of Burgundy, and the Constable.

HUS come the English with full power

Fr. King. THU

upon us,

* And more than carelefly it us concerns
To answer royally in our defences.

Therefore the Dukes of Berry, and of Britain,
Of Brabant and of Orleans, fhall make forth,
And you, Prince Dauphin, with all fwift dispatch;
To line and new repair our towns of war,
With men of courage, and with means defendant:
For England his Approaches makes as fierce,
As waters to the fucking of a gulf.

It fits us then to be as provident

As fear may teach us out of late examples,
Left by the fatal and neglected English
Upon our fields.

Dau. My moft redoubted father,

It is moft 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, mufters, preparations,
Should be maintain'd, affembled, and collected,
As were a war in expectation.

Therefore, I fay, 'tis meet we all go forth,

To view the fick and feeble parts of France:
And let us do it with no fhew of fear;

* And more than carefully it us concerns] This was a Business indeed, that required more than Care to discharge it. Probably Shakespear wrote, more than carelefly.

The King is supposed to hint here at the Dauphin's wanton Affront in fending over Tennis-Balls to Henry: which, arifing from over-great Confidenceof their own Power, or Contempt of their Enemies would naturally breed careleness.

No,

No, with no more, than if we heard that England
Were bufied with a Whitfon morris-dance:
For, my good Liege, fhe is fo idly king'd,
Her fcepter fo fantastically borne,

By a vain, giddy, fhallow, humorous youth,
That fear attends her not.

Con. O peace, Prince Dauphin!

You are too much mistaken in this King:
Queftion your Grace the late ambassadors,
With what great flate he heard their embassy ;
How well fupply'd with noble, counsellors,
How modeft in exception, and withal
How terrible in conftant resolution:
And you fhall find, his vanities fore-spent
Were but the out-fide of the Roman Brutus,
Covering difcretion with a coat of folly;
As gardeners do with odure hide thofe roots,
That fhall firft fpring and be most delicate.
Dau. Well, 'tis not fo, my lord high constable.
But tho' we think it fo, it is no matter:
In caufes of defence, 'tis beft to weight
The enemy more mighty than he seems;
So the proportions of defence are fill'd;
Which of a weak and niggardly projection,
Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat with fcanting
A little cloth.

Fr. King. Think we King Harry ftrong;
And, Princes, look, you ftrongly arm to meet him.
The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us;
And he is bred out of that bloody ftrain,
That hunted us in our familiar paths:
Witness our too much memorable shame,
When Crefy-battle fatally was ftruck;
And all our princes captiv'd by the hand

Of that black name, Edward black Prince of Wales: *While that his mounting fire, on mountain ftanding,

*While that his mountain fire, on mountain flanding,] We should read, mounting, ambitious, afpiring.

[Up