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With chaces. And we understand him well,
Convey them with safe conduct.-Fare you weli.
[Exeunt Ambassadors. Exe. This was a merry message. K. Hen. We hope to make the sender blush at it.
[Descends froin his Throne. Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour, That may give furtherance to our expedition : For we have now no thought in us but France; Save those to God, that run before our business. Therefore, let our proportions for these wars Be soon collected ; and all things thought upon, That may, with reasonable swiftness, 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. [Ereunt.
Enter CHORUS. Chor. Now all the youth of England are on fire, And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies; Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought Reins solely in the breast of every man: They sell the pasture now, to buy the horse ; Following the mirror of all Christian kings, With winged heels, as English Mercuries. For now sits 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 most 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'st thou do, that honour would thee do, Were all thy children kind and natural ! But see thy fault! France hath in thee found out A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills With treacherous crowns: and three corrupted men,One, Richard earl of Cambridge; and the second, Henry lord Scroop of Marsham; and the third, Sir Thomas Grey knight of Northumberland,
Have, for the gilt of France, (O guilt, indeed!)
SCENE I.-The same. Eastcheap.
Enter Nym and BARDOLPH. Bard. Well met, corporal Nym. Nym. Good morrow, lieutenant Bardolph. Bard. What, are ancient Pistol and you friends yet?
Nym. For my part, I care not : I say little; but when time shall serve, there shall be smiles ;-but that shall
. I dare not fight; but I will wink, and hold out mine iron: It is a simple one; but what though? it will toast cheese ; and it will endure cold as another man's sword will : and there's the humour of it.
be as it may
Bard. I will bestow a breakfast, to make you friends; and we'll be all three sworn brothers to France; let it be so, good corporal Nym.
Nym. Faith, I will live so 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 rest, that is the rendezvous of it.
Bard. It is certain, corporal, that he is married to Nell Quickly; and, certainly, she did you wrong; for you were troth-plight to her.
Nym. I cannot tell; things must be as they may: men may sleep, and they may have their throats about them at that time; and, some say, knives have edges. It must be as it may: though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod. There must be conclusions. Well, I cannot tell.
Enter Pistol and Mrs QUICKLY. Bard. Here comes ancient Pistol, and his wife good corporal, be patient here.-How now, mine host Pistol !
Pist. Base tike, call'st thou me-host? Now, by this hand I swear, I scorn the term; Nor shall my Nell 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. [NYM draws his sword.] O well-a-day, Lady, if he be not drawn now! O Lord! here's corporal Nym's—now shall we have wilful adultery and murder committed. Good lieutenant Bardolph,-good corporal, offer nothing here.