Tell him, h'ath made a match with fuch a wrangler,
That all the Courts of France will be difturb'd
With chaces. And we understand him well,
How he comes o'er us with our wilder days;
Not measuring, what ufe we made of them.
We never valu'd this poor feat of England,
9 And therefore, living hence, did give our felf
To barb'rous licence; as 'tis ever common,
That men are merrieft, when they are from home.
But tell the Dauphin, I will keep my State,
Be like a King, and fhew my fail of Greatnefs;
When I do rowze me in my throne of France.
For that I have laid by my Majesty,
And plodded like a man for working days;
But I will rife there with fo full a glory,
That I will dazzle all the eyes of France;
Yea, ftrike the Dauphin blind to look on us.
And tell the pleasant Prince, this mock of his
Hath turn'd his balls to gun-ftones; and his foul
Shall stand fore charged for the wafteful vengeance
That fhall fly with them: many thousand widows,
Shall this his Mock mock out of their dear husbands
Mock mothers from their fons, mock caftles down:
And some are yet ungotten and unborn,

That shall have cause to curfe the Dauphin's fcorn.
But this lies all within the will of God,

To whom I do appeal; and in whose name,

Tell you

the Dauphin, I am coming on

To venge me as I may; and to put forth
My rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause.
So get you hence in peace; and tell the Dauphin,
His jeft will favour but of shallow wit,

When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it.

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9 And therefore, living hence,] This expreffion has ftrength and energy: He never valued England, and therefore lived hence, i. e. as if abfent from it. But the Oxford Editor alters hence to here.

Convey them with fafe conduct. Fare ye well. [Exeunt Ambassadors. Exe. This was a merry meffage.

K. Henry. We hope to make the fender blufh atit:
Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour,
That may give furth'rance to our expedition;
For we have now no thoughts in us but France,
Save thofe to God, that run before our business.
Therefore, let our proportions for thefe wars
Be foon collected, and all things thought upon,
That may with reasonable swiftnefs add

More feathers to our wings: for, God before,
We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door.
Therefore let every man now task his thought,
That this fair action may on foot be brought. [Exeunt.

Before QUICKLY's Houfe in Eaftcheap. Enter Corporal Nim, and Lieutenant Bardolph.

BARDOL P H.

ELL met, Corporal Nim.

WEL

Nim. Good-morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph. Bard. What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends

yet?

Nim. For my part, I care not: I fay little; but when time fhall ferve, there fhall be. [fmiles] But that

fhall

I 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 fcene to Southampton, and therefore ought to be placed juft before that change, and not here, where the scene is ftill continued in London. Mr. Pope.

2 there shall be fmiles] I fufpect fmiles to be a marginal direction. crept into the text. It is natural for a man, when he threatens,

to

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

Enter Pistol and Quickly.

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

Pift. Bafe tyke, call'ft 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 honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will be thought we keep a bawdy-house straight. O welli

to break off abruptly, and conclude, But that shall be as it may. But this fantastical fellow is made to fmile difdainfully while he threatens; which circumftance was marked for the player's direction in the margin.

[(a) Dame. Oxford Editor.-Vulg. Name.] VOL. IV.

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day

day lady, if he be not (a) drawn! Now we fhall fee wilful adultery, and murther committed.

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

Nim. Pifh!

Pift. Pish 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 nasty 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, Piftol, 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.

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 strikes 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 most tall.

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

[(a) drawn. Mr. Theobald.-Vulg. bern.]

Pift. Coupe à gorge, that is the word. I defie thee

again.

O hound of Crete, think'ft thou my spouse 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 espouse.
I have, and I will hold the Quondam Quickly
For th' only the; and pauca, there's enough; go to.
Enter the Boy.

Boy. Mine hoft Pistol, you must come to my master, and your hostess: 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 these days; the King has kill'd his heart. Good husband, come home presently. [Exit Quick. Bard. Come, fhall I make you two friends? we must to France together: why the devil fhould we keep knives to cut one another's throats?

Pift. Let floods o'erfwell, and fiends for food howl on!

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

Pift. Bafe is the flave, that pays.

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 first 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.