Touching our perfon, feek we no revenge, Chearly to fee the figns of war advance ; [Exeunt, [Exeunt SCENE III. Changes again to London. Enter Piftol, Nym, Bardolph, Boy, and Hoftefs. Hoft. Pr'ythee, honey, fweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines. Pift. No, for my manly heart doth yern. Bardolph, be blith: Nym, rouze thy vaunting veins: Bard. Would I were with him wherefome'er he is, ei ther in heaven or in hell. Hoft. 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; 'parted even juft between twelve and one, even at the turning o' th' tide: For after I faw 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 nose was as fharp as a pen, and a' babled of green fields. How now, Sir John? quoth I: what, man? be o' good cheer: fo a' cried out, God, God, God, three or four times. Now R 3 1, I, to comfort him, bid him a' should not think of God j I hop'd there was no need to trouble himself with any fuch 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 ftone: then I felt to his knees, and fo upward, and upward, and all was as cold as any stone. Nym, They fay he cried out of fack. Bard. And of women. Hoft. Nay, that a' did not. Boy. Yes that he did, and faid they were devils incarnate. Hoft. A' could never abide carnation, 'twas a colour he pever lik❜d. Boy. He faid once, the deule would have him about women. Hoft. He did in fome fort indeed handle women; but then he was rheumatick and talk'd of the whore of Babylon. Boy. Do you not remember he faw a Flea ftick upon Bardolph's nofe, and faid it was a black foul burning is hell? Bard. Well, the fuel is gone that maintain'd that fire: that's all the riches I got in his service. Nym. Shall we fhogg? the King will be gone from South bampton. My love, give me thy lips: Pift. Come, let's away. Let fenfes rule; the word is pitch and pay; Truft none, for oaths are straws, 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 is but unwholfome food, they fay. Nym, I cannot kifs, that is the humour of it; but adieu! Pift. Let housewifery appear; keep close, I thee command, [Exeunt Hoft. Farewel; adieu! SCENE IV. Changes to the French King's Palace. Enter the French King, the Dauphin, the Duke of Bur gundy, and the Conftable. Fr.King. Thus come the Englife with full power upon us And more than carelessly it us concerns To answer royally in our defences. Therefore the Dukes of Berry and of Bretagne, With men of courage, and with means defendant: It fits us then to be as provident As fear may teach us out of late examples, Dau. My moft redoubted father, It is moft meet we arm us 'gainst the foe? 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; No, with no more than if we heard that England By a vain, giddy, fhallow, humorous youth, Con. O peace, Prince Dauphin! You are too much mistaken in this King t How How modeft in exception, and withal Fr. King. Think we King Harry ftrong; Of that black name, Edward the Prince of Wales: Enter a Meffenger. Me. Ambaffadors from Harry King of England Do crave admittance to your Majefty. Fr. King. We'll give them prefent audience. Go, and bring them. You fee this chafe is hotly follow'd, friends. Dau. Turn head, and ftop purfuit; for coward dogs Moft fpend their mouths, when what they seem to threaten Runs Runs far before them. Good my Sovereign, SCENE V. Enter Exeter. Fr. King. From our brother England? Exe. From him; and thus he greets your Majefty Unto the crown of France. That you may know Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days, He fends you this most memorable line, Willing you over-look his pedigree; [Gives the King a paper, From his most fam'd of famous ancestors, Exe. Bloody conftraint; for if you hide the crown That |