The sooner to effect what I intended ;
But God be thanked for prevention,
Which I in fuffrance heartily rejoice for,
Beseeching God and you to pardon me.

Grey. Never did faithful subject more rejoice
At the discovery of most dangerous treason,
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

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 fold your King to slaughter,
His Princes and his Peers to servitude,
His subjects to oppression and contempt,
And his whole kingdom into desolation.
Touching our person, seek we no revenge ;
But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,
Whose ruin you three sought, that to her laws
We do deliver you.

Go therefore hence,
(Poor miserable wretches) to your death;
The taste 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 so 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 puissance into the hand of God,
Putting it straight in expedition.
Chearly to fea; the figns of war advance ;
No King of England, if not King of France. (Exeunt.

SCENE

Quick. PRYTHI

SC EN E III.
Changes to Quickly's House in East-cheắp.
Enter Pistol, Nim, Bardolph, Boy and Quickly.
R’YTHEE, honey-sweet husband, let me

bring thee to Staines.
Pift. No, for my manly heart doth yern.
Bardolph, be blithe: Nim, rouse thy vaunting veins:
Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead,
And we must yern therefore.

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

Quick. Nay, sure, he's not in hell; he's in Arthur's bofom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. He made a finer end, and went away, an it had been

any

chriftom child; a'parted ever just between twelve and one, even at the turning o'th' tide: For after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's end, I knew there was but one way; * for his nose was as sharp 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'shou'd not think of God; I hop'd, there was no need to trouble himfelf with any such thoughts yet: so a'bad melay 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 nose 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 Nonsense got into all the following Editions by a pleasant Mistake of the stage Editors, who printed from the common piece-meal-written Parts in the Play-house. A Table was here dire&ted to be brought in (it being a Scene in a Tavern where they drink ai parting) and this Diređion 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&ors. A Table of Greenfield's.

Mr. Pope.

Nin. They say, he cried out of Sack.
Quick. Ay, and that a' did.
Boy. And of women.
Quick. Nay, ihai a' did not.

Boy. Yes, that he did ; and said 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 some 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 said, it was a black soul burning in hell?

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

Nim. Shall we shog; 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;
Trust none, for oaths are straws ; men's faiths are

wafer-cakes,
And hold fast is the only dog, my Duck,
Therefore Caveto be thy counlellor.
Go, clear thy crystals. Yoke-fellows in arms,
Let us to France; like Horse-leeches, my boys;
To fuck, to suck, the very blood to suck.

Boy. And that's but unwholesome food, they say.
Pift. Touch her soft mouth and march.
Bard. Farewel, hostess.

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

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

Exeunt. SCENE

S G E N E IV.

Changes to the French King's Palace.

Enter the French King, the Dauphin, the Duke of Bur

gundy, and the Constable. King. HUS come the English with full power

upon us, * And more than carelesly it us concerns To answer royally in our defences. Therefore the Dukes of Berry, and of Britain, Of Brabant and of Orleans, shall make forth, And you, Prince Dauphin, with all swift 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 most redoubted father, It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe: For peace itfelf should not so dull a Kingdom, (Though war, nor no known quarrel, were in question) But that defences, mufters, preparations, Should be maintain'd, affernbled, and collected, As were a war in expectation. Therefore, I say, '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 carelesly. The King is supposed to hint here at the Dauphin's wanton Affront in sending over Tennis-Bails to Henry: which, arising from over-great Confidenceof their own Power, or Contempt of their Enemies would naturally breed carelellness,

No,

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No, with no more, than if we heard that England
Were busied with a Whitson morris-dance :
For, my good Liege, she is so idly king'd,
Her scepter fo fantastically borne,
By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth,
That fear attends her not.

Con. O peace, Prince Dauphin !
You are too much mistaken in this King:
Question your Grace the late ambassadors,
With what great state he heard their embassy ;
How well supply'd with noble counsellors,
How modest in exception, and withal
How terrible in constant resolution:
And you shall find, his vanities fore-spent
Were but the out-fide of tbe Roman Brutus,
Covering discretion with a coat of folly;
As gardeners do with odure hide those roots,
That shall firft spring and be most delicate.

Dau. Well, 'tis not so, my lord high conftable.
But tho' we think it fo, it is no matter:
In causes of defence, 'tis best to weigh
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 scanting
A little cloth.

Fr. King. Think we King Harry strong ;
And, Princes, look, you strongly 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 Crely-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 standing,

* While that his mountain fire, on mountain standing,] We should read, mounting, ambitious, aspiring.

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